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pierceofheart · 10 months
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Thinking about... a zombie Apocalypse type of setting
a wasteland bare of medical equipment, shelter and food and water.
dangerous and full of zombies that would kill you on sight.
No way to heal those who are left behind due to an injury, no way to cure one who is bitten.
Thinking about a group of survivors, not many because there's little to benefit from big parties of people when you don't have the needed equipment or/and food and water to sustain everyone.
Thinking about Whumpee 2 or Caretaker in the group getting sick/injured or possibly bitten and being left for dead.
They understand, but one does not want to continue without the other by their side and they don't give up on each other.
Maybe they were a tight pair of friends, lovers or possibly just trauma bonded with each other enough to be too dependent on each other to leave.
Thinking about... a mad scientist whumper in this setting
where they are desperately trying to make a cure. Maybe trying to redirect someone bitten, or formerly working with the government to make the cure.
Maybe they crashed completely from isolation and developt a god complex of somekind.
Or the Whumper just clung onto the delusion of making a cure for something possibly incurable to the point of loosing their grip on reality.
and now they need a healthy person(whumpee 2) and a already bitten/zombifief person(whumpee 1).
The whumpee 2 was seen as the weaker link of the two, but the perfect match to try and experiment on. So
Whumper very smoothly lying, manipulating and literally gaslighting the two into trusting him. Offering them food, shelter, fresh water and medical supplies from their own "good will".
Caretaker and whumpee 2 both take the bait and fall into the trap. And while Whumpers keeps Caretaker clueless he lures whumpee 2 to trust them enough to get them completely trapped into a cage next to the bitten/zombified whumpee 1 who had been the first or otherwise there before them.
It's too late when the realize what the fuck is going on.
Just thinking of the horrid smell around the base, the scattered papers. Whumpee 2 being roughly shoved into a cell of some kind and seeing the first Whumpee now turned to a zombie.
While being prodded and poked Whumpee 2 learns about true Whumpers intentions. And now they're being used as little test subjects and a prisoner, a bargain for caretaker to stay when they're too stubborn to leave without whumpee 2.
Just some random tinkering. 0.0 also I'm currently sleep deprived so excuse if the thought isn't completely comprehend-able. I do hope it is at some level lol.
~ Pierce out
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suspensefulpen · 3 months
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Whumpuary 2024 Masterpost
Just like my Whumpcember Masterpost, these are all my entries for Whumpuary
Day 1: Captivity | Snow // TW: Captivity, Conditioned Whumpee
Day 2: Secret Revealed // TW: Implied/Mentioned Past Abuse
Day 3: “Get Away From Me” // TW: None
Day 4: Collapse | Choking // TW: Choking, Bad Caretaker
Day 5: Used As Bait | Stumbling // TW: Blood, Kidnapping, Pet Whump, Creepy Whumper
Day 6: “This Is Gonna Hurt" // TW: Noncon Drugging, Multiple Whumpers, Labrat Whumpee, Implied Torture
Day 7: Kneeling // TW: Captivity, Torture, Chain Restraints, Dehumanization, Pet Whump, Conditioned Whumpee, Collars
Day 8: “Help Me” | Lightheaded // TW: Brief Mention of Blood
Day 9: Can’t Move | “Stay. Please.” // TW: None
Day 10: Kidnapped // TW: Kidnapping
Day 11: Blindfolded // TW: Past/Mentioned Kidnapping and Noncon Drugging, Restrained, Captivity, Sadistic/Creepy Whumper
Day 12: Exhaustion // TW: Failed Escape Attempt, Implied Torture, Bad Caretaker
Day 13: I Didn’t Know Where Else To Go” | Bruises // TW: Implied Choking
Day 14: Drugged // TW: Noncon Drugging, Multiple Whumpers, Lab Rat Whumpee, Blood
Day 15: Muffled Screams | Hostage // TW: Hostage, Kidnapping, Creepy Whumper, Pet Whump, Shock Collar
Day 16: “You Look Awful” // TW: Bad Caretaker, Captivity, Fever
Day 17: Restrained | Hair Grabbing // TW: Restraints, Hair Pulling, Torture, Implied Choking
Day 18: “Make It Stop” // TW: None
Day 19: Gunpoint // TW: Gun, Held At Gunpoint, Conditioned Whumpee, Living Weapon Whumpee
Day 20: Desperation | Can’t Stay Awake // TW: Blood, (Implied) Character Death
Day 21: “Just Get It Over With” // TW: Implied Torture, Punishments, Knife 
Day 22: Memories // TW: Past Captivity, Conditioned Whumpee, Past Intimate/Creepy Whumper
Day 23: Rescue // TW: Implied Past Torture
Day 24: “You’re Awake” // TW: None
Day 25: Left to Die // TW: Blood, Bad Caretaker
Day 26: Barely Conscious | “I’m Fine” // TW: Implied Hidden Injury
Day 27: Flinching | Breakdown // TW: Bad Caretaker, Pet Whump, Conditioned Whumpee
Day 28: Sleep Deprivation // TW: Noncon Drugging, Conditioned Whumpee, Implied Past Captivity
Day 29: “You’re Safe” // TW: TW: Creepy/Intimate Carewhumper, Conditioned Whumpee, Manipulation, Captivity  
Day 30: Aftermath // TW: Past Torture, Captivity, Bad Caretaker and Character Deaths
Day 31: Touch Starved // TW: Captivity
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mostly-comfort · 6 months
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oOah I just saw that you do drawing requests for Halloween and I am in love with your art.
(I know that it is basically Halloween but if you still want to draw my guy go for it :3 If not, that is totally understandable tho.)
So this is my Oc/Whumpee/Labrat Louis as a reference sheet that I haven't uploaded yet.
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He gets mistaken for a vampire sometimes but really he is just a shapeshifter. He will still bite you if you give him the chance though, so watch out.
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I have more art of him on my blog, if you would like to see more.
do you have any OCs one could draw?
thank u sm!! i'll be happy to draw ur guy, i don't think i've seen a bat character like this before 👀 i'll reblog this post with the drawing when i finish, i just didn't want to leave u hanging LOL
i have the vampire i posted as an example for the requests! his name is august for now
i don't have any fullbody drawings of him but he has a regular vampire body, no extra traits or anything
he has burn scars on his neck, wrists, and ankles where he used to wear silver shackles and a collar, and his current collar has a tracker (it's not super clear lol)
his fingers are crooked/scarred
currently looks quite weak and underfed, but he's slowly getting better
he also has a scar on his face where a muzzle used to be
more info on him (a little bit abt his background, etc)
i also have a human oc for once !! his name is emmerin (emery for short) and he's gone from riches to rags 😈 for now, all i can say is
he used to be a prince
lived for being the center of attention lol, was arrogant and conceited, got a big ego from it
he thought everyone loved him, worshipped him
inevitably that bit him in the ass
is now fucked up lmao. scared of his own shadow atp, will probably have a hard time believing anyone truly cares about him
also he has green eyes and kind of blond/dirty blond hair? dark blond? ash blond? light natural blond?
the only drawing i have of him is this ms paint sketch lmao, his appearance is subject to change tho bc he never ends up looking like how he does in my head smh (he def has scars tho, i just don't know what they'll look like yet)
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hair color(s???)
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hurtmyfavsthanks · 8 months
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Whumptember day 11
“There’s nothing else I can do” Last resort | Character death | Medical whump Content warning: implied suicide, Whumpee death. Potentially temporary death.
“Save them.”
Those were the words Whumper was greeted with as they opened their door. It was Caretaker, the persistent little thing that’d stolen Whumpee away from them, standing on their porch. They held an expression all too familiar to Whumper. There’s was a desperate, hungry face, the face of someone ready to sell their soul to the devil to fulfill their wish. Desperation, anger, resignation, all in a single expression.
Whumpee was cradled in their arms. They weren’t breathing.
There was no need for pleasantries. “I know what you can do.  Whumpee told me everything,” Caretaker’s voice shook, but the anger within was clear. “Bring them back. I know you can.”
Whumper eyed the body, curiosity piqued. “Since you went through all that effort to steal them, I thought you’d take better care of my pet. What killed them this time?”
Caretaker’s glare hardened, but Whumper could see a deep, overwhelming sadness filling their eyes. Their grip on Whumpee tightened, and Whumper couldn’t help but laugh as they realized. “I see… And you want me to reverse their decision, yes? I can’t imagine they’d approve.”
“That doesn’t matter,” Caretaker responded, voice tight. “Are you going to save them or not?”
Whumper paused, considering. They could do so. Death was nothing but a temporary state of being for them, one that could be reversed as easily as it was induced. It wasn’t a matter of if they could, but if they should bother. 
They looked into Caretaker’s eyes, gazing at their desperate determination. A smile crept onto Whumper’s face. “It will cost you,”
“Fine, that’s fine,” Caretaker’s response was immediate. “Money isn’t an issue.”
“What need do I have for money?” Whumper took a step forward, eyes alight with a predator’s glee. They pointed a finger towards Whumpee’s body. “I want them. If I save their life, they'll be spending whatever time remains with me.”
They weren’t surprised when Caretaker pulled away. “No! You’ve already hurt them enough. You’re the reason they're dead in the first place!”
“And I’ll be the reason they’re alive again, if you accept my officer” Whumper continued, unbothered. “They would remain dead without me; it’s only fair that they become mine once more in exchange.”
“What, so you can kill them again? No. They’d rather stay dead than that.”
“And since when did what they wanted mean anything to you? If it did, you wouldn't be here.”
“No.” Caretaker’s voice was firm, far more confident than their expression was. Whumper could see the hesitation in their eyes. After all, if they truly were unswayed, they would have simply walked away.
Whumper continued. “I was never unreasonably cruel to Whumpee. They were fed and cared for, never hurt outside of necessity. They were my assistant. A labrat at times, but a beloved one. I never killed them simply for the sake of doing so,” Whumper’s voice was a purr, smile lazy. “Isn’t returning to my care better than remaining dead? Don't they deserve another chance at life?"
Silence reigned over them for a long moment, Caretaker becoming as still as the body in their arms. They could tell Caretaker saw the words for what they were. A sweet poison, the apple in the garden, delectable yet forbidden. And yet Whumper knew that knowledge wouldn’t save them, Not with the weight of the alternative on their shoulders.
When Caretaker spoke, their voice was small and bitter. “Fine,” they hissed, trembling. “Just save them. Please.”
Whumper grinned. “I’m glad we have an understanding,” They turned, looking back at Caretaker with a raised eyebrow. “Bring them into the study, would you? I’m sure we’re both excited to begin.”
Caretaker didn’t speak. They followed, a lamb entering the lion’s den.
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whumpthefuck · 8 months
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About Me
Hello!! You can call me LabRat. I am 25yrs old, a trans man and I am bisexual. I exclusively use He/Him pronouns.
So I mainly write and post about emotional whump, aftermath of whump, captivity, kidnapping, and conditioning. Though I am also a huge fan of pet whump, Master/Slave, and (from what I’ve seen) the Box Boy Universe. 
Non-whump specific fanfic stuff I also enjoy are A/B/O, (all 18+) large age gap relationships/pairings (e.g.: someone in their 20s being with someone in their 50s), Fluff, and angst.
I have MANY OCs I’ve been wanting to post short stories with them for a while, and I do plan on eventually pulling them out to play with on here, but honestly life has been a mess and I have really been struggling to write. So who knows when that will happen.
My Whumpee’s and Whumpers are always going to be AT LEAST 18yrs of age, mainly because I often lean heavy towards NSFW content in my stories, and I refuse to write stuff like that with an underage character. That and personally, even if it was SFW whump, I just don't feel comfortable nor enjoy writing underage characters.
So, if I neglect to mention a Whumpees age, you can rest assured that they are a legal adult. Often in their 20s. 
I have posted some stories, I exclusively post on AO3 under the username SmellySlimeyTrash. HOWEVER if you choose to check that out please be made aware, that my stories are (and I literally cannot emphasize this enough) HEAVY on Gore, and Sexual (often Non-Con) content. So don’t say you weren’t warned.
I am very much a “you do you” kinda guy when it comes to writing, meaning that I am not going to fight you on what you decide to write or ship. That doesn’t mean I am okay with or comfortable with all ships or stories. Simply that I am not here to argue about people’s ships or stories they write. 
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suspensefulpen · 4 months
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Whumpuary Day 6: “This Is Gonna Hurt"
TW: Noncon Drugging, Multiple Whumpers, Labrat Whumpee, Implied Torture
@whumpuary
Sydney and Lee stood back as they watched the sedative kick into their little subject’s system. Taylor felt a wave of calmness blanketing them against their will. They gazed up at the doctors through half lidded eyes, Lee on their left, Sydney on their right. Can this just be over with already…? 
Sydney tapped them and forced them to turn their head. “Taylor, still with us?” When they nodded slowly, Lee grabbed their chin next. 
“How are you feeling?” 
“I feel like I can…” Taylor paused, blinking a couple of times. “Good.” Their voice cracked. 
Lee hummed and let go of them. They smiled. “That’s perfect.” Taylor tried their best to follow Lee’s hand with their eyes to the tray of equipment perched next to them. Even with all the leaning they could possibly do, they couldn’t see what the doctor was grabbing. Lee noticed and furrowed their brows. They turned to give their full attention to Taylor. “Is something wrong?” 
“Your hand…” Taylor still attempted to get a peek at it. 
Lee hummed with a nod, keeping their hand out of their line of vision. “You’ll see in a moment.” They looked over at their partner. “The gag, please.” 
“Of course.” Sydney nodded and grabbed the cloth gag next to them. They smiled at Taylor as they put it over their face. “Brace yourself, alright? Cause this is gonna hurt.”
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