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cyberwhumper · 6 months

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The fevered mess curls tighter around itself every time the doctors step into its cell. Its eyes never leave them, tracking each and every movement with the attention of a predator despite its body being ravaged by the fever. What an indignity to the once powerful animal, now reduced to a shivering, whimpering piece of meat.

They pull the blanket off and Horus whines as they manhandle it, weakly attempting to resist but easily subdued. The shots come soon after. Every prick of the needle feels like they're injecting molten metal straight into its veins, provoking the usual struggle and bite response in reflex. They draw blood and take its temperature, then release it. If it pulls off the feeding tube, they reinsert it. Periodically, the process is repeated again and again.

Horus is so exhausted that the only thing it ever seems to do is pull the thin sheet back over itself once they leave, the only item that brings it any comfort in the empty, cold cell. Hours turned into long and agonizing days, so painful it refused to move or eat. Sometimes it's so confused and delirious it can't understand what they're saying at all, and it cries and howls desperately late into the night as if begging for help. For someone, anyone, to come save it and make the pain go away. For any comfort, any human interaction, anything at all.

And once the morning comes, they take its temperature again, and the process starts anew.

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echoingalaxies · 5 months

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Whumper is working undercover as a medic for Whumpee's team. The team fully trusts them, and Whumper has helped them through countless of situations, patched them up for years.

Now Whumpee's gotten extremely sick, and only seems to be getting worse. No one knows what it is, and Whumper pretends they also have no clue what's going on or how to fix it, when they're the one poisoning Whumpee with every dose of medicine they're "trying out" to "help."

Oh, how they'd missed toying with someone's pain.

#medical whump #medical torture #team whump #undercover whumper #whump prompts #whump prompt #whump ideas #whump idea #whumpblr #whump tropes #whump scenarios #whump scenario #writing prompt #writing prompts #whump #whumpee #whumper

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taviamoth · 2 months

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🚨 Palestinian Ministry of Health:

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150 patients unable to move are crowded inside the rooms and corridors of the old building at the Nasser Medical Complex without medical care, following the arrest of 70 of the Complex's management and medical staff.

The occupation refuses to evacuate the patients to receive treatment in other hospitals, endangering their lives. This includes 7 intensive care patients, 5 dialysis patients, and 3 newborns in incubators, in addition to cases of burns, amputations, quadriplegia, childbirth, and others.

#medical torture #palestine #free palestine #free gaza #gaza #israeli war crimes #israel #iof #iof terrorism #jerusalem #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #gaza strip #tel aviv #joe biden #benjamin netanyahu

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lamaenthel · 2 months

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Left For Dead

[read on ao3][masterlist]Febuwhump prompt: left for dead

General Skywalker, a droid is manning one of those turrets. It's going to blow up the shuttle, Sir! "I do believe it's still alive." This is our only chance! We've got to stop it! "That is an ARC trooper. Very, very valuable, that one. They were fools to leave it for dead. Put it in stasis." Aaah!

Characters: CT-1409|Echo, Wat Tambor Wordcount: 447

General Skywalker, a droid is manning one of those turrets. It's going to blow up the shuttle, Sir!

"I do believe it's still alive."

This is our only chance! We've got to stop it!

"That is an ARC trooper. Very, very valuable, that one. They were fools to leave it for dead. Put it in stasis."

Aaah!

"It's doable, if a bit… experimental."

"I think it's the perfect candidate. The brain is wholly intact."

What…

"The body is a problem, however."

"How so?"

"Well, there's not much left to work with, is there?"

Where… where am I…

"I think he's a perfect candidate for nerve grafting. There's plenty of dead clones lying around, we only need a few for parts."

For… parts?

"What are you thinking?"

"A complete overhaul of the right arm—I believe a scomp attachment would be interesting, especially if I can interface it with a cybernetic brain implant."

No, no, why can't I move?

"A standard cryfibril nanofibre for the legs. I think if we add some power jacks right… there, this could be very, very interesting."

"I agree. I look forward to your drafts."

Fives… Fives, where are you? Brother?

"Does it need an anesthetic?"

"It's completely paralyzed, I don't see the need."

"Ah, yes, I forgot. Please, ignore me."

Get away! GET AWAY!

"Making incision."

GET AWAY PLEASE GET AWAY PLEASE STOP STOP STOP STOP

"I think we'll have to thread the wire through the bone marrow. Hand me that drill, would you?"

STOP STOP STOP STOP STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP

"That is troubling."

Fives

"You said the brain was undamaged."

"It was. There's been rapid degradation in the medial prefrontal cortex over the last few weeks."

"Perhaps it's the surgeries. Can pain cause brain damage in Humans?"

I can't feel anything anymore

"Perhaps. Well, we planned on installing the AJ6 anyway. The algorithm is ready."

"We will not be able to completely override its personality with the present damage."

"I don't think it'll matter in the long run."

Rex

"I defer to you as always, Doctor."

"Clear surgical suite five. I don't want to risk any further degradation interfering with the implant."

Am I still real

"Right away."

"Don't go braindead on me yet, CT-1409. I have big plans for you."

"Oh, excellent work, Doctor."

"I hate to preen, but I agree. It's a flawless transfer."

CT-1409

"And the algorithm?"

"Already working like a dream. Look at the way the program is interfacing with his brain."

CT-1409

"You should be proud of your masterpiece. We will be rewarded greatly for what we've done here."

"I could not have done it without you, old friend. This is our masterpiece."

CT-1409

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randomlifeunit · 16 days

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Hold on…

Just a little while longer

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black-paraphernalia · 11 months

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FOR JAMES MARION A RACIST BUTCHER

The ‘Father of Modern Gynecology’ Performed Shocking Experiments on Enslaved Women. His use of Black bodies as medical test subjects falls into a history that includes the Tuskegee syphilis experiment and Henrietta Lacks. by Brynn Holland

This post is a summary excerpts from History.com - click above title for the article in its entirety

Few medical doctors have been as lauded—and loathed—as James Marion Sims. Credited as the “father of modern gynecology,” Sims developed pioneering tools and surgical techniques related to women’s reproductive health. But because Sims’ research was conducted on enslaved Black women without anesthesia, medical ethicists, historians and others say his use of enslaved Black bodies as medical test subjects falls into a long, ethically bereft history that includes the Tuskegee syphilis experiment and Henrietta Lacks.

Critics say Sims cared more about the experiments than in providing therapeutic treatment, and that he caused untold suffering by operating under the racist notion that Black people did not feel pain.Sims, who practiced medicine at a time when treating women was considered distasteful and rarely done, invented the vaginal speculum, a tool used for dilation and examination. He also pioneered a surgical technique to repair vesicovaginal fistula, a common 19th-century complication of childbirth in which a tear between the uterus and bladder caused constant pain and urine leakage.

Today, we know three of the names of the female fistula patients from Sims’s owns records—Lucy, Anarcha, and Betsey. The first one he operated on was 18-year-old Lucy, who had given birth a few months prior and hadn’t been able to control her bladder since. During the procedure, patients were completely naked and asked to perch on their knees and bend forward onto their elbows so their heads rested on their hands.

Lucy endured an hour-long surgery, screaming and crying out in pain, as nearly a dozen other doctors watched. As Sims later wrote, “Lucy’s agony was extreme.” She became extremely ill due to his controversial use of a sponge to drain the urine away from the bladder, which led her to contract blood poisoning. “I thought she was going to die… It took Lucy two or three months to recover entirely from the effects of the operation,” he wrote.

For a long time, Sims’ fistula surgeries were not successful. After 30 operations on one woman, a 17-year-old enslaved woman named Anarcha who had had a very traumatic labor and delivery, he finally “perfected” his method—after four years of experimentation. Afterward, he began to practice on white women, using anesthesia, which was new to the medical field at the time.

While some doctors didn’t trust anesthesia, Sims’ decision to not use it—or any other numbing technique—was based on his misguided belief that Black people didn’t experience pain like white people did. It’s a notion that persists today, according to a study conducted at the University of Virginia, and published in the April 4, 2016 Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences.

Experimenting on Enslaved Children

Writer and medical ethicist Harriet Washington says Sims’s racist beliefs affected more than his gynecological experiments. Before and after his gynecological experiments, he also tested surgical treatments on enslaved Black children in an effort to treat “trismus nascentium” (neonatal tetanus)—with little to no success.

Sims also believed that African Americans were less intelligent than white people, and thought it was because their skulls grew too quickly around their brain. He would operate on African American children using a shoemaker’s tool to pry their bones apart and loosen their skulls.

In the 1850s, Sims moved to New York and opened the first-ever Woman’s Hospital, where he continued testing controversial medical treatments on his patients. When any of Sims’s patients died, the blame, according to him, lay squarely with “the sloth and ignorance of their mothers and the Black midwives who attended them.” He did not believe anything was wrong with his methods.

Sims’ practices ignited controversy during his lifetime, says Washington. The medical community debated his methods, and some of his white colleagues even openly objected to his experiments, saying he took things too far.

After several years of activism, the Philadelphia statue was moved into storage and the statue in Central Park was removed on April 17, 2018. Its plaque was to be replaced by one that educates the public on the origins of the monument and the controversial, non-consensual medical experiments Sims used on women of color. The names (and histories) of the three known women “whose bodies were used in the name of medical and scientific advancement” by Sims, Lucy, Anarcha and Betsey, were to be recognized on the new plaque.

It's a recognition some see as overdue. In a 1941 paper titled “The Negro’s Contribution to Surgery,” published in the Journal of the National Medical Association, Dr. John A. Kenney of the Tuskegee Institute, considered the dean of Black dermatology, wrote, “I suggest that a monument be raised and dedicated to the nameless Negroes who have contributed so much to surgery by the ‘guinea pig’ route.”

Lucy

Anarcha

Betsey

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#black paraphernalia #medical mistreatments #medical torture #the worst sight

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treemaidengeek · 1 month

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Fandom: 镇魂 | Guardian (TV 2018) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chu Shuzhi/Guo Changcheng Additional Tags: Kidnapping, Medical Experimentation, Medical Torture, Unconventional Format, laboratory notes, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Protective Guo Changcheng, unconscious Chu Shuzhi, Kidnapping and Rescue, Angst with a Happy Ending

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Lab Notebook of Drs. [Redacted] & [Redacted] Re: Reciprocal "Dark Energy" Transfusion Between Involuntarily Recruited Dixingren and Haixingren Subjects (with SID confiscated evidence addendum).

Xiao Guo must watch as the scientists take Lao Chu away, again and again, for experimentation. Every time they bring him back, he looks closer to death. Every time they take Xiao Guo himself, he becomes less sane, more scared, and more determined not to be separated again.

(This is a companion story to @justacoyote 's fanfic duology He's Mine and Won't Let Me Go. Each stands alone, but reading the others together before you come here will give you a fuller picture (and besides, they're very good!))

#guardian #chuguo #chu shuzhi #guo changcheng #medical experimentation #medical torture #fanfic #my stuff #I wrote a complete draft of this in a 24 hr madness #like ya do #writer problems #I'm really happy with it though!

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balshumetsbaragouin · 2 months

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Valentine's Core Exchange Gift: Hybrid Affinity

I can finally talk about this! I am excited to have been able to take part in the first Valentine's Core Exchange. My giftee for this event is the amazing @nursal1060writes! I hope you enjoy your gift! Only the first chapter will be posted on AO3, this week, but they get the Full Monty in DMs. Thanks @valentines-core-exchange for connecting us!

Link: Hybrid Affinity Rating: Mature Characters: Danny Fenton, Vlad Masters Relationship: Danny & Vlad(Badger Cereal) Warnings: Implied/Referenced Torture, Past Torture, Torture, Psychological Torture, Medical Experimentation, Medical Torture, Non-Consensual Drug Use Chapter Word Count: 2,577 Story Word Total: 20k

Summary:

A momentary lapse of attention, a weapon's blast grounding him, an agent's boot heading towards his jaw…

Danny has been the 'primary research subject' of the Area 23 facility for the past three weeks. Since he was captured, he's had no contact with the outside world, and no chance of escape. After complaining about a lack of conversational partners, his heated cage finds a second occupant: Vlad Plasmius.

With his last chance at escape captured with him, Danny's hope dwindled until he heard the other halfa promise he had a plan. The only problem: He doesn't trust Vlad.

Have a sneak peek at the story below the cut!

The gun at the back of his head pressed deeper into the base of his skull. “I’m moving.”

“Not fast enough, ghost.” The agent tapped the spot right over his brain stem, “Keep dragging your feet, and I’ll save the government the expense of containing you.” The hiss of the pneumatic doors ahead of them sent tingles over his skin. The air on the other side smelled like the ecto-suppressant they pumped inside, burnt acrid chemicals, and days old sweat.

“I’m floating; you see me floating forward, right?” He stopped just on the other side of the barrier, long enough for the scan, and moved again when the light flashed green above the entrance. The hum of the ghost shield grated his ear drums as it scrapped over his skin. “No need to be so hostile.” The door clicked shut behind him, the agent no longer bothering to threaten him once he reached the inside of The Oven. “Whatever.” Danny floated the rest of the way into the heated metal box and tried to decide which wall he’d sizzle on for the next few hours. He’d favored the one facing the door when he’d first arrived, but the heating element sat closer to the surface. The sadists running this circle of hell designed it that way. Their scientists were probably measuring how long he’d put up with more pain to feel ‘secure’ or something.

He hovered in the middle of the room, eyeing the coolest wall, with an ache building up in his core. He decided to split the difference and sat against one of the walls perpendicular to the door. A low hiss filled the room as he sank down to the floor and leaned back. “You know, you don’t have to BBQ me. I’d be happy to answer questions without being spit-roasted.” The agents on the other side of the monitoring equipment couldn’t hear him. He’d made a show of cursing and insulting them the first… however long, until he was hoarse. They’d only told him they didn’t receive audio after he couldn’t speak. They said, ‘we’re not interested in any lies you ghost vermin want to tell’ and sneered down at him like he’d become a bug that learned to speak. They did monitor his energy levels, though. When he’d attempted an ecto-ray, a whole host of guns popped out of some panels in the ceiling and hosed him down with molten misery. The liquid didn’t start hot, not like the walls, but as soon as it touched him…

He rubbed at the spots along his forearms that got the worst of the spray. The jumpsuit still laid odd over those spots, like the ectoplasm underneath refused to come back all the way. He poked around the area, feeling the way the latex enmeshed with the healed flesh under it. Other areas stuck because he was slicked down with sweat, but here it felt glued down into the muscles. He leaned forward and frowned down at the half-melted state of his boots. The soles of his feet and the back of him always took the worst of it whenever he was back in the cage. Still, it was better than being in the labs. The blazing temperatures and grating silence granted a peace that left him when they wanted to stick tubes down his throat or needles into his skin. “I could even convince myself this is pleasant if I couldn’t smell that burning ectoplasm.”

#Danny Phantom #Danny Phantom Fanfiction #DP #DP Fanfic #Hybrid Affinity #HA #Balshumet's Fanfiction #Valentine's Core Exchange 2024 #VCE #VCE 2024 #Implied/Referenced Torture #Past Torture #Torture #Psychological Torture #Medical Experimentation #Medical Torture #Non-Consensual Drug Use

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the-lady-maddy · 13 days

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andrewwtca · 21 days

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awake and afraid (wc: 6,634)

— Final Fantasy VII

— Zack/Cloud

— Crisis Core, whump, gore + torture, hurt/comfort

Cloud's always been scared of surgery.

He wakes up in a bright room, strapped to an examination table.

“Zack,” Cloud calls out again, “I-I can’t get out,” he says it like Zack doesn’t know, “my arms are stuck,” he says it like Zack can’t see it, “w-where is—” He catches Zack’s final signed sentence before the door slams open: ‘I’ll get you out.’

had a rough week and wrote this... sorry, Cloud <3

#final fantasy 7 #crisis core #zakkura #zack x cloud #fanfiction #andrew's fanfics #zack fair #cloud strife #whump #torture #human experimentation #medical torture #gore #hurt/comfort #angst

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stormxpadme · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 | Scogan Bingo challenge MASTERLIST OF ALL MY WHUMPTOBER 2023 SCOGAN STORIES PLEASE NOTE: STORIES OF DAY 7 - 31 DOUBLE AS ENTRIES FOR THE SCOGAN BINGO CHALLENGE, ROUND 1 (SBC_005)

Day 1 - NOW THAT WE'VE LOST THE MOON (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Safety Net”, additional content for Whumptober 2023)

Day 2 - ALASKA ON MY MIND (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Thermometer”, additional content for Whumptober 2023)

Day 3 - SMOOTH IMPROVISING (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Make it stop.”, additional content for Whumptober 2023)

Day 4 - REFRACTIONS (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “I see the danger. It’s written there in your eyes.”, additional content for Whumptober 2023)

Day 5 - HAPPY FUCKING NEW YEAR (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Pinned Down”, additional content for Whumptober 2023)

Day 6 - A VARIANT OF HAPPINESS (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Made To Watch”, additional content for Whumptober 2023)

Day 7 - PICK YOUR BATTLES (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Alleyway”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Holding Hands”)

Day 8 - STILL ON THE CLOCK (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “'It's all for nothing.'”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Caresses and Kisses”)

Day 9 - NO GETTING TOO COMFORTABLE (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Mistaken Identity”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Pillows”)

Day 10 - REAWAKENING INSTINCTS (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Broken Phone”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Breaking The Rules”)

Day 11 - JUST TO BRING YOU BACK HOME (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Captivity”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Sneaking In/Out”)

Day 12 - IN THIS TOGETHER NOW (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Insomnia”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Facing The Darkness Together”)

Day 13 - SOME INNER FUCKING PEACE (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Cold Compress”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Yoga AU”)

Day 14 - FEEL WHAT I FEEL (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Flare”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Soulmate: You feel the same sensations your soulmate is feeling [pain, touch, sexual]”)

Day 15 - SUNDAY MORNING AFTER (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “I'm Fine.”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Hangover”)

Day 16 - ON THE WAY TO THE PROMISED LAND (Whumptober 2023 Prompts “Gurney/Flatline/'Don't go where I can't follow'”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Our Song”)

Day 17 - SWEETEST TEMPTATION (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Collar”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Dessert”)

Day 18 - OUR LOVE LANGUAGE DIALECT (Whumptober 2023 Prompts “Blindfold/Tortured For Information”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Impulse Shopping”)

Day 19 - TODAY WAS A FAIRYTALE (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Floral Bouquet”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Poppy [Red] - Pleasure”)

Day 20 - COLDNESS OF SPACE (Whumptober 2023 Prompts “Blanket/Found Family”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Sharing Fantasies”)

Day 21 - BASIC INSTINCTS (Whumptober 2023 Prompts “Restraints/“Don’t move.”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Sharing Coded Love Words”)

Day 22 - LOOKING FOR SOMETHING DUMB TO DO (Whumptober 2023 Prompts “Glass Shard/Vehicular Accident/'Watch out!'”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Honeymoon”)

Day 23 - LET'S BE BAD GUYS (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “'Who's there?'”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Bounty Hunters AU”)

Day 24 - MY EYES WHEN I COULDN'T SEE (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “If only I could dream in a little less colour”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Neighbors AU”)

Day 25 - FEEL I'M IN HEAVEN (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Storm”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Oral Sex”)

Day 26 - BATHE ME IN SIN (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “'You look awful.'”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Sex In The Shower/Tub”)

Day 27 - GRAVITATIONAL FORCE (Whumptober 2023 Prompts “Matches/Scars/'Let me see'”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Pick-Up Line”)

Day 28 - YOUR TASTE ON MY TONGUE (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Bloody Knife”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Flavored Condoms”)

Day 29 - WHAT IS WRITTEN IN YOUR HISTORY (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Troubled Past Resurfacing”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Dirty Talk”)

Day 30 - OPEN MY EYES FOR ME (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Bridal Carry”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Image Prompt: Red BDSM/sex toys”)

Day 31 - MY SPIRIT'S SLEEPING SOMEWHERE COLD (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Emptiness/Setbacks/"'Take it easy.'”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “FREE”, Scogan Bingo challenge Halloween/Spooky-themed adoptables “9 - Back From The Dead”)

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@whumptober | @whumptober-archive | @scoganbingo

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cyberwhumper · 10 days

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Soft metal clinking against metal. The distant voices of people talking. The sun, oppressively bright, staring straight into half-lidded eyes. Cold air wafts into the room through the AC ducts, making body hairs stand on end. Machines whirr to life at precise intervals, undercut by the beeping of monitors. Cables of all sizes connect the animal to the instruments responsible for performing its basic functions, if only temporarily.

It seems the surgery had been a success despite the complications.

The brand-new optics sway slowly from side to side. Scanning the room. They can see on their screens exactly what the animal is seeing, big blurs of color amidst blinding white. Not unusual for the brain to take a bit to sync up and adapt to the new input. Even less so considering the damage it took and the amount of sedation the mutt is currently on. Chapped lips mouth at the tubes with not a coherent thought to express. It doesn't even make any noise.

The prototype arm lays on the table, partially disassembled. All sorts of cables connect to its ports as if they are bundles of artificial nerves and muscle tissue, responsible for making sure the signals from the brain get properly interpreted and responded to. All dutifully relayed from their corresponding origin points into the surgically implanted joint. The wound may not be properly healed yet, but considering the setbacks they've already had because of the complications, it seems unwise to wait even longer.

Well. Nothing that can't be fixed by upping the dosage of drugs on the animal's IVs, right?

Mal presses a finger to its skin. Watches as the hazy eyes flutter closed, then open again towards his general direction, unable to focus on anything. More pressure. Not much more of a response.

He sighs. Pulls a pen out of his pocket. Stabs it fast and quick into the restrained wrist. The pale fingers twitch in response. Move as though the animal was trying its best to reach for whatever hurt it through the fog of its brain.

And so do the fingers on the mechanical arm.

[OC INDEX]

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#whump #whump art #amputation #whumpee #lab whump #medical torture #needles #blood #bruises #whumpblr #art #original character #original story #non consensual body modification #tokimeki art #oc #Mal #Dog #in other news: Dog was always fucking massive

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echoingalaxies · 5 months

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Whumpee with a little device surgically installed on their body, preferrably somewhere they can't really reach like on their spine between their shoulder blades, that automatically releases drugs/whatever Whumpers prefer to torture them with directly on their bloodstream.

Whumper can control it from anywhere with a remote or an app, and there's no way for Whumpee to fight it or to remove the device.

#medical torture #drugging #whump prompts #whump ideas #whump tropes #whump #whumpee #whumper #torture #whumpblr

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cyberneticasset · 7 months

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A vivisection of ME

Done by GOD for all to see

(Don't remember it, don't return to it)

Another warmup 🥰

Lyrics / Inspo from “Honey, I’m Home” by Ghost + Pals

I need new paints— All acrylic!

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epiduralketamine · 1 year

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Have a corny mpreg TV movie from England

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Frankenstein's Baby is (allegedly) a dark comedy about a man who is impregnated via IVF when he's led to hospital under a false pretense, and hilarity ensues.

It's not very funny, in fact it's generally uncomfortable. One of those movies where every character sucks, and has that particular early 90's Men Are From Mars Women Are From Venus flavor of misogyny, which also gave us Junior (but we don't talk about Junior in this house). Just it has my attention because that's a damn good belly! And I did laugh at how cheesy it is that they had the gall to name the doctor Frankenstein, who force-impregnates him.

Thought I should share this while I was thinking about it.

#mpreg #tv movie #medical torture #body horror #would love it if this premise were implement in a better story #belly #male pregnancy #mpreg belly rub #mpreg belly #mpreg kink #pregnant man #Youtube

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shion-yu · 7 months

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Day 17 - "You Look a Little Pale"

Love at first flu sight. Whumptober 2023! I’m using the @ailesswhumptober's prompt list. This story is about my OC Shumei - here’s his profile if you’re so inclined: https://toyhou.se/23743470.shumei-tw

TWs: Medical abuse!!

Julian had been planning this for a long time: the day when he would finally be able to recreate the most pivotal experience of his teenage years. The time that Shu had had the flu. But back then, it had been a surprise; Julian had shown up to play only to find his next door neighbor Shumei red faced and stumbling at the door. His mother was out of town for the first time ever, only for Shu to wake up that morning alone with a high fever.

As soon as Julian had seen him, he became addicted to this weaker and more pitiful version of his best friend. He’d taken it upon himself to nurse Shu back to health for those days that his mom was away, going as far as to look up how to take care of a sick person in the library. He’d warmed Shu up soup from a can, mopped his face with a cold towel, correctly timed doses of tylenol and ibuprofen for his friend... Only to find it was over too quickly.

Shu was embarrassed about it and pretended it hadn’t happened, but Julian couldn’t get it out of his head. For the first time he’d felt truly relaxed and satisfied with the exact moment he was living in. There was no way he was ever going to let himself stop trying to feel that way again.

He studied to become a doctor, thinking that perhaps taking care of sick strangers would fulfill his passion. That’s really what he thought it was back then - a passion, and one he was proud of. But the further along he got in his schooling, the more he realized that even emergency surgery still left him feeling empty. Caretaking wasn’t his passion - Shu was. Every face he saw contorted in pain, crying, drawn with fever... He couldn’t help but imagine Shu in that situation, and then his heart would stir. Imagination could only go so far though; he needed to find Shu again.

It was a stroke of brilliant luck that Julian ran into Shu after so many years in that coffee shop. Well, Shu thought it was luck - Julian had been learning his habits for some time now. They happened to sit down and talk, and Shu would find that his once brooding and socially challenged best friend was now a successful and beloved doctor. Shu was looking for a new place to live; Julian had a spare room.

“Come stay with me, just for a bit. It’s no trouble.”

No, no, he couldn’t, it was far too much of an imposition, Shu tried to say. But Julian insisted, and it was hard to say no to those striking dark eyes. “Well, maybe just for a week or two.”

By day two, both of them knew Shu wasn’t going anywhere. He ended up in Julian’s bed instead of the guest room, Julian’s naked form spooning him from behind as they slept. When he woke up, it was the best sleep he’d had in so long... Was that what was always missing from his bed before during all those sleepless nights? Someone to hold?

For the first few months, things were amazing. Shu couldn’t remember when he’d last had so much fun; if he’d ever clicked with someone like this before. Julian was funny, he was kind, he never put Shu down like his ex-boyfriends had... The sex was incredible, and boy was there a lot of it. It felt like his life couldn’t possibly get better.

Julian felt the same - except the part where things couldn’t get better. He knew the best was yet to come and the anticipation of it made every blissful day with Shu even more exciting. Finally, though, today was the day. He had a long, thin pipette of live influenza virus to drip directly into Shu’s nostrils while he slept. He had already vaccinated himself with a high-dose flu vaccine; meanwhile, Shu hadn’t gotten to getting his shot yet which was perfect. As smoothly and quickly as possible, Julian hovered over Shu’s sleeping form and did the deed. The tiny droplets of liquid went right where they were supposed to and now all Julian had to do was wait.

Julian told himself not to expect much for the first twenty-four hours, and indeed nothing did seem to come from it. Don’t be disappointed, he told himself. You’re a doctor. You know it takes time to manifest symptoms post-exposure.

The second day, Julian was hypervigilant. But he still couldn’t tell if anything was amiss - that was, until they were picking up dinner and he noticed Shu leaning his face on his hand rather heavily. “Are you tired, darling?” Julian asked him, forcing his tone not to seem too eager.

“Hmm? Oh, maybe a bit,” Shu said. He cleared his throat, Julian watching his Adam’s apple bob up and down slowly. Was he just imagining things, or did Shu look ever so slightly paler than usual?

“We’ll go to bed early, how about that?” Julian suggested. The sooner they could sleep, the sooner Shu may or may not begin to show symptoms. Shu agreed easily and Julian could barely fall asleep with the excitement fluttering around in his stomach.

And then, in the morning, it happened. Like any good flu did, Shu “unexpectedly” woke up with a sudden high fever and the aches and chills that went with it. Julian gave him the utmost sympathy as he held a thermometer under Shu’s tongue. Shu couldn’t keep his lips sealed with how hard his teeth were chattering, but the reading was still high. 102.1.

“Tch. You’re running such a fever,” Julian cooed sympathetically.

Shu groaned. “Just mby luck ond a holiday weeke’d,” he sniffled, his words blunted by congestion. Talking caused him to wince at his sore throat and he let out a sharp series of harsh coughing. Julian could hear exactly how the congestion was weighing his breathing down.

“I know. It’s terrible timing,” Julian hummed as if he hadn’t planned this exactly. “But I’ll just have to take care of you. You know, like when we were kids.”

Shu cough-laughed in response, but by the end it was mostly coughing. “That was one d’ove the worst weeks ind mby life,” he said.

Julian smiled. “Not mine.”

Shu blunked at him, red-rimmed and watering eyes brighter than usual with fever. He looked younger like this - disheveled and wrapped in two thick duvets. To Julian, the sight was precious. “Really?” Shu asked incredulously.

“Really,” Julian said. “I fell in love with you that week.”

“Stop it. Itd’s dnot nice to mess with a sick person,” Shu said. He was either blushing or his fever was going up. Julian hoped it was both.

“I’m not messing with you. I’ve loved you since then.” Then he leaned down to kiss Shu, only to get a panicked hand shoved in his face.

“Are you crazy?! You do dnot want this.”

Julian hummed. That was true. Flu shot or not, there was always a risk. But he planned to hope for the best - well, the best and what all the multivitamins and antivirals available to him could do. “We sleep together. If I’m going to get it, I’ll have already got it,” Julian pointed out. “But I see your point. Air kiss for now, then.” He blew Shu a goofy little kiss, making his boyfriend wheeze in what he was pretty sure was supposed to be a giggle.

“You are crazy,” Shu said.

Julian smirked, leaning forward so his head was hovering over Shu’s intently. He was so beautiful like this, Julian thought to himself. He already didn’t want it to end. “But you love me,” he said in a deep voice.

Shu nodded, resting one slightly shaky hand on Julian’s cheek. “I do,” he said. “I really do.”

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