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jordanstrophe · 9 months

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Whumpee’s tied down in a hospital gown gagged and blindfolded.

The gag is so they don’t bite.

The blindfold is so no one has to look into their eyes when they run unethical experiments.

Besides, they’re here for the science, not torture. They had the stomach for blood but not for the crying.

#whump #whumpee #whump prompt #medical whump #science whump #medical prompt #gagged and blindfolded #sensory deprivation whump #blindfolded whumpee #gagged whumpee #defiant whumpee #experiment whump #living weapon whump

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oliversrarebooks · 9 months

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lay down on the operating table

TW: forced sedation, experimentation, restraints, struggling

Lay down on the operating table for us. I know you're upset about being experimented on and brainwashed, but it's for the greater good. You'll feel much better about it once we've sedated you. These restraints are for your own safety. Just put your arm down, and -- there we go, all secured. Just relax. There's no point in fighting. You should know that by now.

That's right, soon you'll be trapped inside a body that's too heavy and too drowsy to move, completely relaxed, unable to focus on anything but how much you want to sleep. Every fiber of your body will be relaxed. Your eyelids will become too heavy to keep open. The sedation will slowly overwhelm you until you can't fight it any more.

And once you're asleep, no matter what is done to you, you will not resist. You won't even be aware of what is happening. You'll be completely at our mercy, sleeping so peacefully. Once the sedative starts to kick in, you won't even remember a thing.

Here, let me put the mask on you and secure it. It's only oxygen. Now breath in deeply. One deep relaxing breath for me. In and out. That's it. Another deep breath. In and out. Good.

Now I am going to start the drug that will put you to sleep. It'll take a few minutes to work, but soon it's going to make you very, very relaxed, and very, very sleepy. No use holding your breath. Just breath normally. There you go.

That's it. Relax and let the sedative work its magic on you. You'll start to feel drowsy and floaty as the drug enters your system. Your eyes will become heavy, and you'll let them drift shut. Your mind will blank, leaving you so relaxed. Do you feel it yet?

You're starting to look a bit dazed. The sedation is beginning to work, I think. You're feeling nice and relaxed, aren't you? And so sleepy. I can see your eyes blinking so slowly. No, no, it's no use to struggle against the restraints. Eventually, you'll stop fighting it and go to sleep.

Your body is becoming heavy and your mind is growing hazy. Just lie back on the table, yes, that's good. Take another deep breath. Is that a yawn? Is the gas making you drowsy? You're starting to feel it affecting you, aren't you? Lying there, staring up at the ceiling, fighting those heavy eyelids.

I bet you feel so calm and peaceful. Like you want to let yourself drift off to sleep, right?

Your body and mind are relaxing and becoming more sedated, and there's so little you can do about it. Your eyelids want to drift shut. That tiredness is spreading all throughout your body. Is it starting to get hard to keep your eyes open? Is your head starting to feel heavy? Do you feel like you could fall asleep at any moment if you wanted to?

Yes, that's how the sedative is supposed to make you feel -- calm, relaxed, heavy, sleepy. You're fighting your body's natural urges to go to sleep. You'll lose that battle. You are going to go to sleep.

Did you realize that you've stopped struggling against the restraints? It looks like you can barely keep your eyes open. Slowly and surely, the sedative is putting you to sleep, and there's nothing you can do about it. It's no use fighting those heavy, tired eyelids. They're shutting all on their own.

That's right, you're completely unable to fight the sedation. It's strong and powerful. It will make you feel floaty and drowsy and oh so blissful. It will override your desire to stay awake. It was all over the second we started the drug, and you knew that.

The sedation is conquering your body and soon it will conquer your mind. Your body will fall asleep soon. Let yourself stop fighting, let sleep claim your helpless body. Let sleep take you. Let the sedation claim you. Let your eyelids close.

You're becoming drowsy, drowsier and sleepier. Soon your eyelids will close, and you will give in to the sedation, and you will be so docile and pliant and entirely at my mercy. Are you ready for that? The moment when your eyelids close will be the point of no return. A fleeting moment when you are not yet asleep and not quite awake. A moment where you know you've lost the fight, where you feel utterly helpless.

There we go. Shut those sleepy eyes for me. Don't open them again. Let the sedative put you fast asleep. There we go, fall asleep. Go to sleep, deep asleep. So deeply asleep. It feels so good to stop fighting and go to sleep. And now that you've fallen asleep, we can do whatever experiments we please.

Now, we can get to work.

#whump #whump writing #whumpee #medical whump #drug whump #sedation #experiment whump #tw restraints #sleep

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blackrosesandwhump · 1 month

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Whump Prompts 130: Lab Whump Aesthetic

CW: lab whump (obviously), blood, self-harm, psychological/emotional whump, magic whump

The lab rat uniform: loose, drab, hanging on whumpee's frame like it doesn't feel comfortable there

Bloodstained, soiled clothing, the result of experimentation

Whumpee left naked in their cell as their uniform is washed

Whumpee arriving at the lab facility as a new subject and realizing that whumper will be experimenting on them, not with tools and drugs, but with dark magic

Inhuman whumpees losing whatever shreds of humanity they might have had as time and experiments continue and they're treated more and more like animals

Or, conversely, inhuman whumpees that become more human and exhibit more human emotions as they're mistreated

Whumpee forgetting their own name because they're only referred to by a subject number

Disorientation from drugs/experiment aftermath

Whumpee's sleep, the only time they're alone, being disrupted by nightmares about what's been done to them

Or, a whumpee who's never left alone, always watched, always under observation of some kind

Whumpee's skin slowly turning into a scarred, chaotic mess from cuts/syringes/injections, etc.

Whumpee seeing their own distress and pain mirrored in the glimpsed faces of other lab rats in the facility

Whumpee learning to see themself as nothing but a test subject

Bandages, sterile gauze, sterile lights, sterile everything

Whumpee being overwhelmed when they catch a glimpse of life outside the lab when visitors arrive

Waking up after an experiment, seeing bloodied instruments and wondering groggily what terrible thing whumper could have done to them now

Learning to damage their own body to foil whumper's plans

Whumpee becoming desensitized to whumper's drugs and needing higher and higher doses for them to work

No longer recognizing their own body after recovering from whumper's last experiment

Whumper leading lab rat whumpee to a mirror, after intentionally keeping them away, and letting them see how pathetic they've become

Or, whumpee looking in a mirror and realizing that whumper has turned them into a monster

Whumpee deciding that it's too late for them and they might as well embrace what they've become

Feel free to reblog and add on!

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whumpy-wyrms · 1 month

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he’s gonna feel it all

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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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btcwriting · 2 years

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Thinking about a facility where they have 'monsters' locked up, doing experiments or something on them, but the people working there aren't allowed to leave either. They're just two groups trapped in cages of a different kind, and the scientists and wardens are way more like the monsters than they might care to admit...

#these thoughts brought to you by lobotomy corporation #I have lots of feelings about that game #whump scenario #whump prompt #prompts #laboratory whump #experiment whump #the urge to make up some abnormal people and creatures and put them in situations is high

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bandits-whump-collection · 2 years

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A whumpee whose been kept under paralytics and sedatives for supposedly ethical experimentation, but a sedative is not an analgesic. They've felt every cut, every poke and prod, every stretch of flesh apart, and they weren't even able to scream, to tell anyone that it hurt, that they were awake, if they can speak at all even when not put under.

#whump prompt #nonhuman whumpee #(possibly)#medical whump #experiment whump #sedative whump #sedation #love the difference between things

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whumpy-daydreams · 5 months

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Powerless

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CW: experimented on, cattle prod/electrocuted

Rowena didn't resist as she was strapped down to the table. Didn't brace herself for the sting of the needle, the hot feeling that spread across her body like the tide rising, the pain that would eventually come.

"Create a flame." Dr Mason was indifferent as always. When Rowena failed to do so electricity sparked across her side. Fire flickered along her fingers, and the doctor gave a sound of approval.

She tried to maintain the flames but it was harder than usual. Another burst of electricity had her gritting her teeth. A flame flickered and died.

The cattle prod almost punctured her thigh, electricity coursing through her in waves of needles. Rowena screamed. But no fire appeared.

Again and again her muscles spasmed until she couldn't breathe, mouth frozen in silent agony.

"Enough," Dr Mason said. "I want to see if the drug works, not kill her." She typed something, distracted by her research before realising everyone else in the room was waiting for instructions. "In ten minutes stimulate her again, provided her heartrate's gone down a bit."

Hours of pain later Rowena couldn't move. She'd given up counting down the minutes after the first hour and all she could do now was wait for the next round of pain to begin. Every ten minutes there was another round, halted only to let her recover before starting again.

Her body was covered in burns from the electricity, bleeding in a few places from where the prongs had broken skin. The doctor had said she didn't want her dead - but that didn't seem like mercy.

When the prongs of the cattle prod stabbed into her calf again Rowena didn't scream. She'd been drifting in and out of consciousness for a while, only staying lucid enough to avoid biting her tongue as she seized.

"Let's stop for now. Everyone take a break, we'll resume this in an hour." Rowena almost sobbed as people began leaving. A whole hour of peace. Two nurses stayed, checking her vitals to make sure Rowena wouldn't suddenly die.

Dr Mason was true to her word. Rowena couldn't see the time, but she'd bet good money that the next round of electricity was delivered almost to the second. Still no powers, but a short nap had helped restore some of energy, and a small spark was glowing once again deep in her mind.

It only took two more rounds before Rowena was able to conjure anything. It could barely be called a flame - just a tiny spark that died almost as soon as it appeared. The energy it took felt enormous.

Rowena could hear the doctor scribbling frantically. Apparently her small display of power hadn't been enough, and this time the cattle prod was on her chest.

The eruption of fire almost burnt the guard, who jumped back with a yelp. But that was too much for Rowena's already exhausted. Darkness took her, a dreamless sleep that rolled over her like a wave, and Rowena welcomed it with open arms.

#mortiawrites #whump #whumpee #whumper #tw electrocution #electrocution #cattle prod #experiment whump #unethical experimentation #magic whumpee #land of liars

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rizzoto-whump · 7 months

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79830, TX

TW: Nsfwhump, explicit noncon, omegaverse, multiple whumpers, captivity, experiment

James felt an immense joy when he received the invitation letter to settle in the Vault. Of course, the imminent nuclear war was approaching, and he needed a place to seek shelter.

However, he was unaware that the Vault he was heading to was not a safe refuge from the nuclear war and its aftermath, but rather a sinister experiment involving himself, an omega, and 30 other alphas.

79830, TX - rikkacha - Original Work [Archive of Our Own]

#whump #whump prompt #nsfwhump #noncon tw #multiple whumpers #experiment whump #whump art #whump OC #Fallout #dead dove do not eat #omegaverse #whump comic #feral whumper #captivity whump #bruises

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albino-whumpee · 2 years

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Experiment whumpees are so fun.

Like, the genetically engineered humans story of angst and fear about being actually human or not is interesting on itself.

-The pain of the dehumanization of being “only an experiment”.

-What they were engineered for? Vaccines? Massive testing? Do they have something regular humans don’t have like regeneration abilities?

-if yes, do they harvest their organs or tissue for further investigation?

-If they’re a clone of someone who is still alive, do they wanna fight to be the only “them”? Are they truly anything else but an experiment to the original?

-A clone that is okay with being a clone actually. It’s useful and they can stick it to the original like an annoying twin. (Bonus points if the original can’t really catch them and make them stop, but plays it out as an actual twin or personality changes)

-The heaviness of finding out the original is dead and the clone has been doing everything exactly the way the original would have, when they thought they were far different.

-Clone fight among one who is ok with their purpose being an experiment to help humanity and another one who sees it as dehumanizing. (A lot of bonus points if the first one convinced themself they were useful to keep their sanity)

-The original goes to find a way to help the clones or at least stop the experiments on them but finds out an old video of themselves speaking about the experiment origins. But the timestamp is from a long, long time ago. Too long to be them speaking. As the video goes on and see them get old, they realize they were nothing else but another clone themselves.

#wanna talk about Silang so bad #my baby boy #my motherfucker ❤️❤️❤️#clone whump #experiment whump #lab whump #whump ideas #whump prompt #whump #Silang is gonna play my head for a while now heheh hehe #tw dehumanization

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jordanstrophe · 5 months

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Scientist caretaker captures a non-human whumpee in order to prove their species is real.

What they didn't anticipate was whumpee would be hauled off to be studied and experimented on in the name of science.

#whumpee #caretaker #non human whumpee #captured whumpee #medical whump #lab rat whump #captive whumpee #whump prompt #whump scenario #test subject whumpee #lab whump #whump #experiment whump

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pxppet · 1 year

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Year of Whump January 15 Prompt!

experimental injection / threatening loved ones / warehouse / warm bubble bath / “I promise this won’t hurt”

Posting early because I was very inspired! An AU that includes IRIS for once. This is a glimpse into some ideas I've had for a while now, enjoy!

CW: kidnapping, inhumane science experiments, dehumanization, captivity, muzzles, restraint, autistic character being overstimulated, manipulative caretaker, nightmares, human weapon trope & mention

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The doctors- if you can even call them that - surround Jackie, they stink of gauze and chemicals and death, death, death. The whole of the IRIS building stinks of it. Jackie could smell it even before they'd begun to inject him with this pale, glowing green liquid.

"Hold him still," someone commands. Useless, Jackie has been stronger, and stronger still, with each passing day. "You are safe, Mr. Reid." He lets out a scream, like a big cat's roar, as the needle presses into his stretch-marked false muscles. He's sobbing, biting, thrashing. The metal restraints are bending and bowing with his strength.

The doctors just watch, stare, eyes behind goggles observing him like a prized cut of steak; like a natural disaster. Jackie gnashes at a hand coming near him, but the IRIS doctors have had him muzzled since he bit one scientists hand off entirely. Jackie doesn't know why he chewed, why he swallowed, and why it felt fantastic.

He bangs his head back against the metal table over, and over, as green liquid shines through his skin in every vein inside his contorted body. He screams out at them, at god, at anyone. He's begging for his mother, he's threatening them with death. Nothing he says will matter, he is an animal to them. He grinds his teeth so hard on the bit of the muzzle it snaps in half. He swallows the plastic without hesitation, choking it down just to be rid of it.

His metal table is wheeled through monochrome hallways as his cries turn to begging and whimpering, the medicine slowing and settling.

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"The date is September 12th, 2017. State your name for the record."

"J-jackson Reid," he trembles out into the muzzle.

"Mr. Reid, may you state the reason for being at this facility."

"Test- testing. I v-volunteered." His muscles strain, too big and powerful for him, he used to be so lean and fit, now he looks like a freak. He knows he must.

"What drug are you here to test, Mr. Reid." The scientist's eyebrow raises observing, watching, like any other eye or camera shoved at him.

"I don't know."

"Subject has forgotten name of experiment, refer to psychiatrist for evaluation-"

"I don't want another fucking shrink!" Jackie feels the rage but distant, not him, him but not him.

"Calm down Mr. Reid. You are safe in the care of our psychiatrists I assure you."

"Can we just do this another time?" Something is surging in him, but it always is these days. "Please just let me sleep."

The scientist stares hard at him. "For now, fine. But you must complete the questionnaire at least once weekly, as you know. It will not hurt you."

"I know," he says, small.

She leaves, and he tries to find any comfort in the metal prison of a bed.

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Jackie is awoken suddenly. A light is shining in his room. Great, what's this fucking place doing now, is his groaned thought.

Until a figure steps out of the light. They look around, and glowing eyes land on him. Jackie tenses, the metal groaning. Adrenaline pumps into him, and its painful. He cries out. A hand falls over his mouth. He gasps into it, staring up.

"Looks painful. Get some rest, love." The strangers voice is echoing, resonating, surrounding him. Yes… Yes he would like some sleep. Rest would be good. Yeah.

He sleeps.

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Jackie slips into the waking world in a slow, climbing jump into awareness. He feels warm, tired, slippery. He raises his hands, and through a fog he sees… bubbles.

He jolts up, gasping. His hand lightly cracks the blue-green bathtub below him. He winces and pulls it away, gritting his teeth in preemptive apology. But no one is around. Jackie can hear them though. In the house next door, in the street outside, and… in the next room over. He sits up, water sloshing around him.

"Hello?" he calls. The sound of someone saying "shit", followed by rustling, and someone moving to just outside the door. It opens upon someone in a black robe with a black mask over the top half of their face.

"Hi," they speak. Their voice is rough, worn out, and distinctly a northern English accent. They smell like they've just rolled in freshly mowed grass then dumped river water on themself. "Before anything- You're safe. Don't use your muscles too much, they're all torn, literally all. You've been strained for so long I can't even guess."

"Who… Am I still in IRIS? Are- Will you-" Jackie backs against the wall behind the bath slowly, trying to seem compliant and small. The indented scar along his cheeks and nose grimly keep his mind on pain, pain, pain. "Don't hurt me."

The masked person sighs. "Like I said, you're safe. Jackson Reid?"

"Jackie," he corrects too quickly. "P-please just- just Jackie."

The person smiles, warm and friendly. "Jackie. I can't tell you my name yet. But you can call me The Cat, if you want."

"The… That is so fucking formal. Where am I?"

"I can't tell you, but you're-"

""Stop! Don't- don't say that a-anymore, please don't." Jackie holds his own head, trembling.

"Okay," the person agrees quickly. They move to sit beside the tub. Jackie blinks at them, arms curled near his chest like a tyrannosaurus. "I can tell you a thing or two, but just that. You're in my boss' apartment. I'm taking care of you. The bubble bath is a spell of mine, it helps the healing of tissue."

"Magic. M-may as fucking well exist after the shit I've s-seen."

"Have you always had a stutter?"

"What does- does it matter?"

"We're worried the experimental shit they tricked you into damaged your brain. One of us- there's an 'us' by the way- can work with heads and hearts. She took a look and there's… weird shit, let's just say."

This makes Jackie snort, despite it all. "Weird shit? That's the b-best you got huh?"

The stranger sends him a wry smile. "When it comes to the fuckers at IRIs, it could be anything. I'm… sorry. You were just a citizen. You didn't deserve this. Not that those- those asswipes fucking care."

Jackie hums, and lays back into the water. He hasn't stopped shaking since he's woken up. The masked person tsks and reaches out, holding Jackie's arm. Jackie jolts, but he was trained to not pull away. He sits still for the examination, letting himself be bathed. He doesn't even want to know the punishments a magical person would give. IRIS's were enough.

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Hours later, Jackie has been laid to sleep in the guest room of the house. The mask finally comes off. Long hair tumbles down as the hood is removed.

Marvin scratches long nails through their hair, shaking it out and sighing. Unnatural, inhuman blue eyes scan the coffee table. They pick up their burner phone and pull up the photo gallery. Plopping onto their boss' sofa, they scroll through photos of several dark haired chilren and teens with their mum. A cruel joke compared to the muzzle-scarred man with over-stretched, bulking muscle on a too small frame. They've been stalking Jackson for their boss for months. He's an asset, one who will become a great soldier for them. IRIS will be expecting him, sure, but expectations mean nothing in the face of the beast they've created.

Marvin's eyes downcast, then close. The death threats they were ordered to send Jackson Reid's family still disturb them. But they had to make sure; Jackson has to have connections to no one but their team from here on. They puff out a stressed breath, and pull the blanket and pillows from the back of the sofa to form a bed. Their boss will be home to de-brief Jacks- Jackie tomorrow, then they can begin training him properly. For now the healing bath and a good rest should help him begin to see the coven as safe.

Marvin curls up, and sleeps.

Jackie tosses an turns in his sleep, nightmaring of a metal muzzle digging through his flesh until his teeth fall out. He will wake to a new life - well, a new, new life - tomorrow. A mattress and blankets will soothe out the knots made by the metal and medication. He is no longer a prisoner. Things can only go up from here, Jackie is sure.

#jacksepticeye iris #i.r.i.s #jse iris #whump #science whump #jackieboy man #marvin the magnificent #experiment whump #caretaker whump #caretaker trope #whumpee #experiment whumpee #jse jackie #jse marvin #year of whump

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blackrosesandwhump · 4 days

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100 Drabble Challenge: Lab Whump Edition

The challenge: write exactly 100 words about any of the following 60 prompts. Have fun!

Vivisection

Scalpel

Strapped down

Drugged

Injection

Scars

Naked

Disoriented

Under observation

Incision

Bandages

Blood

Experiment

Conditioning

Gloved hands

Cleaned up

Oxygen mask

Sleep deprivation

Nightmares

Privacy

Captured

Anesthesia

Prostrate

Starving

Dehydrated

Recovery

Bedrest

Desensitized

Gauze

Isolation

Uniform

Unconscious

Needle

Cut

Weak

Screaming

Infection

Manhandled

Shivering

Reflection

Dehumanized

Surgery

Torture

Pain medication

Phobia

Abused

Bedsores

Dragged

Sterile

Sedated

Research

Mistake

Begging

Pity

Touch starved

Pain

Damaged

Stitches

Volunteer

On camera

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sanders-whump · 1 year

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concept: logan is a scientist who is being tortured in his own lab. he is being forced to do scientific research and studies for his enemy. maybe he’s forced to experiment on his friends.

#sanders sides whump #ez rambles #whump idea #whump concept #whumpee logan #scientist whump #experiment whump #angst #sanders sides angst #logan sanders angst

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lesbianwriter · 2 years

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“Do you want to go on a date?” Villain blurted out.

Hero blinked, pausing mid-punch to stare. Usually, Villain was shy. She hardly talked and was mostly absorbed into her creations and research. This was…unexpected.

“Really?” Hero gaped. Villain nodded with a coy smile. “Oh, okay! Where?”

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Hero tugged at the leather straps firmly planting her wrists to the table. “When you asked me on a date I didn’t envision an experimentation table.”

Silently, Villain adjusted the bright light overheard.

“Do I get a lollipop?” Hero squinted, straining her head to watch where Villain was going next. Her heart was beating faster than she wanted to admit.

Villain shrugged noncommittally as she grabbed an anesthesia mask. “You won’t be lucid enough.”

#experimentation #experiment whump #writing snippet #hero x villain #mad scientist #heroes and villains

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montammil · 2 years

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escaped lab experiment whumpee (ft. stranger caretaker)

CW: Mentioned gunshots and bear trap injuries, implied dehumanization from Whumper, passing out

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Whumpee sprints through the forest faster than they’ve ever ran. They just escaped the lab that they spent almost all of their life in. They’re free. Well, they certainly don’t feel free; they’ve been running for hours and they are sporting a pretty nasty bullet wound in their leg and shoulder.

Not to mention their ankle is on fire from pulling it apart from a bear trap just a few minutes ago. Or hours, they’ve never been the best with telling time.

They trip over a tree’s root, crashing into the ground and whining. The pain shoots in their leg and shoulder, and they try not to, but they can’t control the loud yelp they give.

“Are you okay?” a worried voice asks.

Whumpee whips their head around to see someone standing over them. Instinctually, they flinch back and try to run, just to fall again. They look behind them to see the stranger isn’t chasing them, just looking more concerned.

“Woah, hey, I’m not gonna hurt you!” they insist gently. “Can you tell me your name?”

They fidget anxiously. “307.”

“Your name is 307?”

“Uh, w-well, not...” They sigh. “Whumpee. My name is Whumpee.”

“Whumpee,” they repeat. “Nice to meet you, Whumpee. My name is Caretaker. I see you’re injured pretty badly. What happened?”

“Why do you care?”

“Because I’m not going to just walk away like I didn’t see anything. You look exhausted, and you have some pretty nasty wounds. Can I look at them? Please?”

Whumpee doesn’t know why they’re acting like they care, but... no. They can’t. They must be working for Whumper! They stand up again, putting their hand against the rough bark of the tree next to them to steady themself. “I don’t need your help! I’m okay!” Before they can try running in the opposite direction, they feel lightheaded.

Before they can fall, Caretaker races forward just in time to catch them. Their eyes flutter to see Caretaker’s lips moving, but it’s hard to fully make out all of their words.

They can make out a couple of words, though.

“I’m not going to hurt you, I’m just going to pick you up and take you to my place, okay? It’s not far from here. I promise you, you’re safe.”

They don’t have the energy to respond, they just slowly shut their eyes. They go limp in their arms, and hope for the best when they inevitably wake up.

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