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Fever Comfort
Just some things a caregiver might do to make someone with a fever feel a little better. For when they’re a bit uncomfortable and has a loving caretaker around.
IMPORTANT NOTE: This is not medical advice, but please use these in your sickfics because I love reading about them.
🥶 If they’re cold and shivering:
Wrap a blanket around them. Maybe two!
Provide a hot water bottle or heated wheat pillow
Put the warmest, softest pair of woolly socks on their chilly feet
Tumble dry their pyjamas/dressing gown
Warm their icy hands between your own
Tuck them in nice and tight under the duvet
Wrap them up in several layers of clothing, especially if they’re outside or need to go outdoors for whatever reason
Classic: Use body heat to help warm them up, get under the covers with them
Put them in an armchair close to a fireplace
🥵 If they’re too hot:
Flip their pillow to the cool side
Open a window to let in fresh air
Put a fresh set of sheets on the bed
Provide a cold water bottle, or wheat pillow in the freezer
Help them into lighter clothing
We of course have the classic “washcloth to fevered forehead” but also consider these areas to wipe down or place a cool cloth on for comfort:
Closed eyelids
Cheeks
Side or back of the neck
Chest
Wrists / hands / arms
Ankles / feet / legs
Yeah basically the whole body
😣 If they’re in pain:
Close the curtains to help with their headache and/or help them sleep
Make sure they’re hydrated
Massage their achy muscles
Provide fever reducers / pain medication
Make them hot cups of tea to soothe their sore throat. Don’t forget the honey!
Gently stroking fingertips up and down their arms / legs / back in a soothing fashion (think ASMR light touch tracing)
Holding them close, perhaps gently rocking back and forth, helping them fall asleep to aid their recovery
Those are the things I could think of for now. Please use these and/or expand the lists with your own suggestions 😊
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2023 Year of Whump
For everyone who can’t commit to or is intimidated by a daily writing/art challenge, I present a different take on the whump writing/art prompt challenge, reframed for those who create slowly, inconsistently, and on crip time.
In this yearlong writing/art prompt challenge, you choose monthly or weekly. You can go back and forth between monthly or weekly each month. If you choose monthly, you can pick prompts from any week during that month. You’ll end up with anywhere from 12-52 completed contributions at the end of it. The weeks begin on Sunday.
Tag contributions with “2023 Year of Whump” and then “2023 Year of Whump January” (or another month) for any prompt done during that month, so people can see all contributions.
For each week’s available prompts, there are physical/sensory, emotional/psychological, environmental/situation, comfort/caregiving, and dialogue prompts (in that order). You are welcome to mix and match, use only one or a combination of any or all, and to interpret each liberally. You can interpret them creatively, and there are probably infinite possible ways to do so for each prompt. I suggest (but can’t really require) tagging descriptively to help people find content they’re interested in and/or filter out content in their squicks or triggers.
Choose your own adventure
January 1: caged / deceived / unemployed / whispered reassurances / “Who would ever believe you?”
January 8: restrained with belt buckles / abandoned / icy tundra / holding hands / “Save your tears”
January 15: experimental injection / threatening loved ones / warehouse / warm bubble bath / “I promise this won’t hurt”
January 22: grabbed in the dark / public humiliation / hospital emergency department / soft weighted blanket / “You must have imagined that, dear”
January 29: chained to a table / betrayal / end of a relationship / handwritten notes of encouragement / “I’m begging you; I’ll do anything”
February 5: impaled / death wish / jungle / home cooked meal / “Don’t leave me”
February 12: involuntary implant / feeling like a burden / museum / cat cuddles / “I don’t know who I am anymore”
February 19: lightheaded and faint / appeasing out of desperation / abandoned lighthouse / gentle wound care / “I’m your only choice now”
February 26: gunshot wound / trembling with fear / library with soaring shelves / leaving the lights on / “You’re home now”
March 5: emergency surgery / denial / palatial mansion / getting a private bedroom / “Don’t you know; I’ll always know where you are”
March 12: amputation / mockery / apocalyptic nuclear wasteland / firefighter carry / “Just keep looking at me”
March 19: severe fever / rejection / cocktail party / swaddled in blankets / “Do you have any idea what I’ve done for you?”
March 26: starvation / losing the last bit of hope / maximum security prison / getting pain medication for the first time / “Missed me yet?”
April 2: infected wound / resignation / forced to watch / tight hugs / “I promise I’ll be good”
April 9: tied to a pole in the sun / weakening resolve / bustling city square / standing up to threats and mockery / “There’s nothing to apologize for”
April 16: poisoned meals / death of loved one / cursed mountain / hot bowl of soup / “You’ll never get out alive”
April 23: branded / constant insults / forced labor camp / forced to participate / taking bullets in their place / “I’m doing this because I love you. One day you’ll understand.”
April 30: painful wound care / sarcastic defiance / psychiatric hospital / walking them home / “I don’t need help; I’m fine”
May 7: whipping / trying to hold back tears / airplane / offering a kind smile / “I wish it had been me instead”
May 14: tracking chip / hypervigilance / county jail / warm bread / “You don’t know who I really am”
May 21: drained of blood / violated / ancient ruins / soft slippers / “Not my face, please; I’m begging you”
May 28: shackled to a radiator / heartbroken / deconsecrated temple / back rub / “Be careful what you ask for”
June 4: gagged / ineffectual rage / soaring skyscraper in a glittering city / new, clean clothes / “I didn’t mean it; I’m sorry”
June 11: broken jaw / quiet despair / yawning canyon / going to appointments with them / “Oh you WILL be sorry now”
June 18: burned / rules with moving goalposts / arid steppes / whispered reassurance in public / “I don’t remember where that one came from”
June 25: drowning / losing grounding in reality / trash pit / offering a hand / “You’re hurting me; please”
July 2: kidnapped / ostracized / civil war / safe house / “I would say I’m sorry but then I’d be lying”
July 9: defenestration / stalking / shantytown / paying the ransom / “Don’t fool yourself; you LET this happen to you”
July 16: crushed hand / online harassment / courthouse building / cuddling / “You wanted this, didn’t you”
July 23: detonating bomb / existential dread / lakeside villa / getting a ride / “I know exactly what you need”
July 30: earthquake / homesick / horse barn / compliments / “Get up and walk.”
August 6: nausea / panic / dusty attic / human shield / “I don’t think I can stand up anymore”
August 13: collapsing building / exhaustion / mountain village / helping with food / “RUN.”
August 20: tied to another captive / desperation / public housing projects / new shoes / “You don’t have to pretend anymore”
August 27: strangled / overwhelmed and frozen in place / secret lab in basement / respecting boundaries / “You didn’t have to do this”
September 3: poison gas / screaming uncontrollably / left for dead / combing hair / “Everything I’ve done, I did it for you”
September 10: thrown against wall / painful involuntary spasms / mom’s house / rubbing shoulder / “Your life means nothing”
September 17: smashed kneecaps / dividing loyalties / seat of government / vigilante revenge / “I haven’t taken everything from you. Not yet.”
September 24: stomped on / lies / failed escape / watching TV together / “I promise I’m telling the truth; you have the wrong person!”
October 1: heavy shackles / separated from child / rapid-flowing river / getting a guard dog / “No matter what, you’ll always have me”
October 8: suspended by wrists / exiled / fortress / helping make good an escape / “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to hurt you”
October 15: coughing up blood / detested by peers / train tracks / holding them up to walk / “Looks like you forgot something”
October 22: forced drugging / gaslit into doubting reality / university / financial support / “Sorry, I can’t hear you over the screaming”
October 29: collapsing to the floor / waking up from nightmares / big box retail store / baking cupcakes / “You’ll stop crying if you know what’s good for you”
November 5: handcuffs so tight they’re bleeding / discrimination / small town diner / proper medical care / “No one should have to go through this alone”
November 12: brutal beatdown / helpless / history repeating itself / having choices / “You look so pretty like that”
November 19: suffocation / bystanders refusing to help / schoolhouse / protection in public / “Just one more time, I promise”
November 26: stabbed / flashbacks / castle / reminders of home / “I can’t remember the last time I did this”
December 3: tooth knocked out / panic attack / boat / photographs from before / “Stay still, or it’s going to hurt”
December 10: forced to eat something vile / forgotten by loved ones / homeless shelter / help with paperwork / “Do it if you know what’s good for you”
December 17: electric shock / shivering / boot camp / verbal reassurance / “It’s for your own good”
December 24: stress position / filth / recording studio / wiping away tears / “It’s not as bad as it looks”
December 31: left out in the cold / disgrace / conference / foot washing / “I didn’t mean it; you have to believe me”
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Lab Rats
I’ve had these characters in my mind for a while now, and I actually have a good idea of where this is going for once. So meet Noah, my OC who I plan on torturing loving a lot. 
CW: forced stripping and noncon touching (neither of them sexual), lab whump (not really, but that’s the vibe), manhandling
There was something wrong. 
Noah didn’t know what, or why, but he could feel it. It was a sharp tug in the pit of his stomach, the imaginary feel of cold fingers trailing down his spine, a want to hide, go back, give up. 
Maybe it was just anxiety for being in a new place, taking a chance he wasn’t expecting until a few days before. Maybe it was just him overacting to the change of scenario, the coldness of the too-white building, the grim vibe a lab usually had. His instincts were rarely on point anyway, usually so mixed with fear and reluctance that he didn’t know how to separate the instinct from the unease. 
So he kept walking, even though something urged him to go back.
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Subject 17 Masterlist
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Doctor Barrick yearned for fame throughout his life, finding his life as a surgeon unfulfilling. In his free time, he began to experiment with drugs, serums and scientific inventions. But merely creating these was not enough. He needed to know whether they worked. Over time, he acquired a collection of human subjects. He began to live-stream his experiments, gaining a large audience on the dark web. But what of the subjects? Well, they don’t really want to be there, especially Subject 17, Doctor Barrick's latest favourite project..
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Part 1 - Subject 17
Part 2 - Alone
Part 3 - Anticipation
Part 4 - Hope
Part 5 - The Surgery
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Asks about the series:
OC questions (2, 5 and 30)
Made by the readers:
Amazing collage by @aseasonwithclara
Taglist (just ask to be added/removed):
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Could you do "unhealthy coping mechanisms" for bthb
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Yes I can and I shall, thank you for the ask!
Liquid Pain
@badthingshappenbingo
Warnings: forced drugging, reference child abduction, torture, attempted murder, thinking people deserve death, incorrect blame, needles, past torture/people used as experiments mention
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Villain rushed into the hospital, not running, but walking in the quickest manner. He turned through the long hallways, pushing past busy nurses and visitors until he entered a capacious room with the word, clinically printed like everything else in the hospital, Childbirth stationed overtop of two swinging doors.
Inside sat many people- grandparents, uncles, aunts, sisters, and brothers all awaiting the birth of their new family member. Villain, being the odd sheep, stood and watched them all with wide eyes. He had no idea what to do, or if he would be welcomed or-
"Hey you!" Came a strident voice. Villain glanced over to see a larger woman bounding up to him, hair neatly tied back in a ponytail with a hair mask neatly put on.
"You are-" her voice dropped to a whisper, "Villain, right?"
"Uh, uh," Villain looked wildly around, eyes large, but hardly seeing. He felt this hot flash of discomfort throughout his body. He had no idea why he was here- he was a villain, not Hero's brother or long lost cousin.
"Listen. Hero is having some problems with delivery. Her powers are driving at full throttle. We need you to go in there and help. Okay?" The nurse said, grabbing Villain's elbow to draw his attention back into the present.
"You good?" She asked, observing Villain with worried eyes. "You look kind of dazed and pale."
"Uh yeah." Villain took one more short glance at the waiting people, who were all now staring at him with nervous anticipation in their tired eyes, before nodding and following the nurse into the delivery room.
Inside, Hero laid across the bed decked out in a thin hospital gown. Her blanched face was drenched in sweat as her hair was pulled back in a shoddily done braid. She writhed in discomfort as weak flares of her blue powers exploded in her limp hands.
Villain, who now recovered from his intial shock of being called to the hospital as a particular someome's emergency contact, went to the sickly looking hero's side and knelt down. He grabbed her hand and peered into her dulled, gray eyes.
"Hero?" He whispered, drawing his hand over her flushed cheeks. Her eyes brightened, awakening from whatever trance she was in.
"V-villain," she wheezed, squeezing his hand. "You came."
"Yeah," Villain chuckled, smiling down at his nemesis. "I did. Always, for you."
"Hero, I know this is touching and all, but the answer isn't here," a voice spoke through the heavy fog settling over Villain's mind. He groaned, looking around as the more recent than not image faded. Pain erupted in his head, and he cried out.
"No, the answer has to be there," Hero, nearby, Villain reckoned, slammed a metal table. He heard the screech of tires as they rolled away- though he didn't dwell on it, focusing hurt too much.
"Give him another dose," Hero ordered, infiltrating on Villain's limited field of vision. He forced his exhausted gaze to look at her silver colored eyes, but he couldn't bring himself to make eye contact for long.
Hands grabbed at his outstretched arm, pinning it down to ensure Villain didn't struggle. Not that he could accomplish such feat.
A needle was slipped into the crease of Villain's elbow. He shuddered even though the feeling was very familiar.
Familiar and dreaded.
Almost instantly, the excruciating pain gripped his features. He screamed, fists pounding into the metal table he was laid upon. He gasped for breath as tears and agony blurred his vision.
"Villain," came Hero's coo. "Villain, where is my daughter?"
Villain didn't reply as he tried to fight off another wave of pain.
"Villain," Hero sung again. "Where is my daughter?"
"I don't know. I-i uh i don't..." his voice trailed off. His lips felt impossibly heavy, as did his tongue, as if he couldn't speak.
"You do know Villain," Hero whispered in a animalistic growling tone. "Sidekick? Access his memories."
Villain grimaced as the invisible hand of Sidekick's consciousness dug into his skull. Then, it was as if he was sedated. The pain fell into a dull, bearable sensation as his senses flooded with blissful euphoria.
Then he was pushed back into the past.
He screamed.
"What are you going to call her Hero?" Villain asked, standing a part away from the tender moment that the new mother and daughter were sharing.
"I think Jasmine Rose," Hero said, staring at the red faced child as if she was the most expensive jewel in the world- which, to Hero, the child was probably much more than that.
"Is she... going to be powered?" Villain asked cautiously. Hero glanced at him, the sweet motherly look disappearing, as she solemnly nodded her head.
"Why is that such a bad thing though?" Villain wondered out loud, hoping that his gaze was just as collected as Hero's. He knew, though he didn't necessarily permit it, that his own face was beaming in the delight of witnessing the beautiful wonder of childbirth.
"People are going to be after her. Taking her and keeping her for experiments. It's what they did to me," Hero said in a calm but worried tone. Villain nodded in understanding. He remembered the experiments, the pain, the dampened thoughts and white rooms.
"Wait," Hero's voice broke through the semi-conscious cloud that Villain was stranded upon. "Replay those thoughts."
He remembered the experiments, the pain, the clouded thoughts and white rooms.
"See that? He kidnapped her!" Hero exclaimed.
"Hero, I don't think..."
"It was retribution."
"Hero-"
"Sidekick shush," Hero scolded. "We-we have proof." She ran over to a small table. Villain couldn't see, he was still recovering from the drug and another's consciousness in his mind, but he heard it. The preparation of another syringe.
"No," he whimpered desperately, trying to pull away with no prevail. He felt someone's hand on his head, their fingers stroking his scalp lightly as they hummed softly. "It'll be okay, Villain," they said, and Villain vaguely recognized the cinnamon voice of Sidekick, her thick sugarcoating. Villain felt nausea rise in his throat.
The needle was once again slipped into Villain's arm along with Hero's bossy voice,
"Now Villain, where is Jasmine?"
Villain shook his head, saliva lathering at the corners of his mouth.
"I don't know," he sobbed, tears freely flowing. "I don't. Please, please. I didn't take her."
Hero pounded the metal table, her voice risen to the upmost scream, "Yes you did! If you didn’t, you at least know where she is!" Hero thrusted Villain's shoulders against the table, her own face red with sobs. Then she fell to her knees, head resting on Villain's scorching chest.
"I just want my baby," she cried, hugging Villain.
But Villain didn't realize this. He was slipping into unconsciousness. The pain, the invisible torture, was getting too much- way too much. His brain started to cloud, as did his thoughts and vision.
"Hero," he heard distantly. It sounded like a warning.
"I need her."
Villain tried to focus his vision and he did. Just enough to see Hero standing over him with a knife in hand. Adrenaline coursed through him, completely clearing the haze, and he jerked away.
"And if he doesn't tell me where she is, I kill him," Hero said, snarling down at her half-consious captive.
"Hero." Sidekick appeared at her mentor's side. "We don't kill people."
"Why not?" Hero growled. "The people who experimented on me, on Villain too, they deserve to die."
"Murder isn't the answer Hero. Villain is telling the truth. No one, absolutely no one can resist the pain of that drug for long," Sidekick replied, easing the knife out of Hero's shaking hands. "Now we need to help Villain. That drug is going to make him very sick, okay? And he's scared of you. He needs help and then maybe he will assist us in finding Jasmine."
Hero looked at her sidekick, then at the weak figure in front of her, and nodded before falling into Sidekick's arms, crying.
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Your whump word(s) of the day
“The restraints are there for your protection.”
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Could we pretty please get a villain whumpee in a straightjacket?
Oh I had so many ideas for this one, so I hope you like what I came up with! It’s a bit of a different kind of whump, but I hope it’s still good :3
CW//Dehumanization, baby talk, medical settings, straightjackets, medical malpractice
Villain hardly got to see the outside of the building.
Nearly as soon as the vehicle sped up to its front, they were trundled from its interior, feet stumbling to asphalt for a moment before the privilege of walking was taken from them-- their body swept up in a pair of strong arms.
They hated being carried. No, there was not enough strength in that word. They detested it. Loathed it. Those weren’t enough either. No, they felt that, if they were to encapsulate their sheer fury at the situation with language, they would need to begin digging in dictionaries of obscure Kanji.
But there was no time for that, because they were being carried right now.
Usually, Villain would have struggled. Writhed and squirmed until they were dropped to the floor. Or thrown. Whichever happened quicker.
Yet, unfortunately, at that very moment, there was no time for that either. No. At the moment, there were much more acutely focused on an emotion other than rage. One that went by the name of terror.
Every villain knew of the Metropolis Rehabilitation Center for Extraordinary Cases. After all, they were the extraordinary cases.
But no one ever thought they would see the thing in person. Much less be carried into it by Hero, of all the noble, goody two shoed assholes.
It was a gargantuan structure-- towering blocks of concrete, stacked upon each other, and covered with shimmering white tile, bright enough to blind anyone who dared to look upon it directly. There was one thing worse than that tile, surface dancing like freshly fallen snow.
The only thing worse than the Center’s exterior was its front door. The pair of them, in fact, glass and steel. That fact was terrifying in and of itself. Being close enough to those doors to examine them was a fate no villain expected to ever have to face.
The second time that Villain began to thrash, there was no fury in it. Nothing was locked around their body, not a chain or cuff in sight, but Hero’s grip was more than enough to turn the menace of the city into the much larger equivalent of a kitten, held by the scruff of its neck.
“Let me go! I don’t want to go!” Their thoughts flew from their mouth as freely as their panicked voice. “T-The prison! Wouldn’t that be much better?”
“Come on.”
The villain shivered at the soft voice, a second quiver shaking their spine when a hand stroked its way through their sweat-soaked hair.
“They’ll love you here.” Hero’s voice curled, coaxing a frightened dog. “I’m sure you’re be their new favorite.”
There wasn’t an ounce of perceptible mockery in the tone. As though a hero genuinely gave the slightest shit. As if they weren’t taking them to the place half-drunken villains told horror stories about, only to be accused of fabrication. ‘It can’t possibly be that bad.’
But everyone knew, everyone knew full well, that there was no falsehood in those stories.
They didn’t want to be a favorite. They were a villain! Even as they approached the double doors, Villain could not help but fantasize about the 10 foot high walls of the Metropolis Villainous Correctional Facility, topped with their electrified barbed wire.
It would be horrible, certainly, but it wouldn’t be the Center!
Yet, with a tinny bell, the hellish building’s entrance swung open.
Inside, the Metropolis Rehabilitation Center for Extraordinary Cases smelled like flowers. The particular scent was unrecognizable-- neither rose nor marigold, lavender or coral-bell. Yet, the aroma was overwhelming.
Villain’s struggling turned to thrashing.
The walls were blue. A light, baby blue, with a sickeningly joyful air about it. Abstract paintings and plaques hung along hallways and lobby walls, marked by tacky statements of motivation.
‘Mistakes are proof that you are trying.’
‘Make it happen!’
‘I can and I will.’
The captive villain felt sick. Their straining was useless, not gaining them an inch of freedom even as it cost them feet of dignity. Not that they expected to keep hold of that for long.
The lobby itself was bright, disgustingly colorful. The walls were lined with chairs painted in blinding technicolor, while the front desk itself danced with decals of butterflies and birds.
“Let me go!” Another screech tore itself from their throat.
A receptionist, lab-coat the color of a summer sunflower, looked up with a warm smile.
“I see our newest friend is here.” They chirped. “I’ll call up our welcoming party.”
“No need!”
From one of various, straight hallways, clattering footsteps sounded. Two lab coats, dyed in that same sickening, jaundiced color, ran forward at a jog. Shame forgotten, Villain buried their face in Hero’s chest. Anything to not have to see the doctors. Anything.
“Oh, what a cutie!” One of the lab coats exclaimed. “Aren’t they a sweetheart?”
“Oh, Villain, you’re going to have so much fun here.” A second voice smiled.
“I’m sure they are.” Hero’s hand stroked once more through their hair, though it did nothing to aid their incessant trembling. “Come on, bud, there’s no reason to be scared.”
“I fucking hate you!”
Three voices turned to roaring laughter.
“Come on, they’ve even brought you something.”
“Yeah.” One of the doctors chirped. “It’s a nice jacket, to keep you warm. We don’t want you getting cold.” Their tone switched on its head, from high-pitched to clinical, as they whispered: “Put them down, please.”
Gently, Villain felt themself lowered to the floor. In an instant, they were kicking out, struggling, straining, screaming and screeching. Their attempts to get to their feet, however, were thwarted by firm hands on their shoulders and a leg across their own.
They didn’t need to see the jacket to know what it was. As soon as the canvas touched their skin, they knew. Yet, it was a three on one. No amount of hysterics could stop the sleeves from slipping onto their arms, compressing their hands against the sewn-shut ends. Leather rubbed against metal buckles, canvas ribbing against itself, as, with terrifying speed, the jacket was applied.
The straightjacket.
It was far too taut, tight enough that, in their hyperventilation, Villain felt that it made them unable to breathe.
“Take it off!” They wailed. They noticed only then that the garment around them now was dyed the same color as the walls-- that unnerving, baby blue.
“Shh, shh, it’s just a jacket, buddy.” The hand in their hair was unfamiliar and nerve-wracking.
They had their legs, still. Only half of them pulled in terrible, suffocating tightness. Fury focused, Villain kicked out, desperate to get their legs under them.
They had no chance.
And, of course, their last ounce of dignity had to be wrought from them.
Villain’s shoes had been lost hours ago, though they couldn’t remember the exact scenario. Perhaps during the fight, perhaps afterwards, when they were thrown into the car and harnessed to its restraints.
It didn’t matter. To the doctors, so it seemed, all that mattered was that they could stand. And, to them, that was a problem.
They looked like socks, and, going on, they felt to be as such. Yet, as Villain at last got their feet under them, they realized otherwise. The bottom of the garments seemed to be formed in such a way that, when they tried to stand, their legs shook with the effort of simply retaining their balance. The curves and form of their feet, countered by fabric and plush.
“W-What the- What did you-” Villain gasped.
“Oh, those are just your wobblers, honey.” One of the lab coats smiled. “See? They make you wobble!”
“I’m gonna fall, you piece of shit!”
“Oh, don’t worry, dear.” Another voice, followed by a pair of arms, braced against their back. “You won’t fall. We’re here to help.”
“I don’t want your help!”
“This one’s funny.” The voice came with a smile. “Come on, then.”
Another pair of arms, practically lifting them. Their legs felt to be singed by lapping flames from the strain upon their muscles alone.
“We have a room all set up for you! And once you get your medicine, you’ll feel so much better.”
“So, so much better.”
It was with hysterical shrieks, rapidly weakening, that the patient that had once been Villain was helped down the hallway.
They would never again see the outside of the building. The nice doctors would make sure of that!
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Thanks for the tag @blackrosesandwhump !
Favorite Color: Yellow (like sunflowers) or blue
Currently Reading: Orphan X by Gregg Hurwitz (for the 3rd time at least) and The Institute by Stephen King
Last Song: Motion by Luke Hemmings
Last Movie: Reign of Fire (It's got Christian Bale and Dragons - highly recommend)
Last Series: Supernatural or Legion, can't remember which
Craving: peach pie or grilled steak burritos
Currently Working On: Uh... it varies. I have like 30+ WIPs, but only a handful are serious projects
(Please excuse the lack of italics, I'm on mobile)
Tagging: @ziptiewhump @whatiswhump @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi
No pressure y'all :)
Tag Game
Starting a new chain cause the old one was really long
Tagged by @darklyria
Rules: tag nine some people you want to get to know better
Favorite Color: Blue
Currently Reading: Devil's Ballast. Its a fictionalised account of Anne Bonny's high sea adventures with Calico Jack.
Last Song: Sweet Tooth by Scott Helman
Last Movie: What We Do in the Shadows. Would absolutely recommend. 10/10.
Last Series: Loki. Rather enjoyable.
Craving: There's some delicious raspberry and white choc muffins in a little cafe in town. I could really go for one right now.
Coffee or Tea: Coffee
Currently Working On: My writing habits. Consistency? I don't know her.
Tagging: @agentangst @whumping-to-conclusions @as-a-matter-of-whump @worstcasescenariolullaby @theres-whump-in-that-nebula
No pressure guys!❤❤
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This is a Tumblr hug! Send it to ten of your favorite followers and mutuals! 💗
Awww that is so sweet ❤ If y'all like lab whump (or any whump at all really), go check out @blackrosesandwhump ! Their stuff is amaaaazing
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Ever since I got a job as a security guard I can’t take heist movies seriously anymore.
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Lab whump concepts
CW: restraints, medical whump stuff, etc.
The whumper documents everything they do, every experiment they carry out. A lot of notetaking, filling out forms, typing on a computer.
When the whumpee arrives at the lab, the whumper makes a long list of qualitative observations. Curious, the whumpee tries to peer over and see what they are writing.
Bright lights and long, careful examinations of the whumpee’s injuries. Maybe some of the injuries appear infected or untreated, making the whumper wonder where the whumpee came from and why they never received better medical treatment.
The whumper is completely silent. Everything is professional and done with a straight face.
Alternatively, the whumper is talkative, constantly explaining everything they’re doing, making lighthearted, one-sided conversations.
The whumper has a lab assistant and quietly gives them orders to perform the easier routine procedures. The whumpee leans forward, straining to hear what they’re saying.
The whumpee is strapped to a metal table. A bright light is shined in their eyes.
The whumper is rummaging through cabinets, arranging tools on a metal tray or something, while the whumpee is fighting against their restraints to see what’s going on.
The whumpee responds to tests/experiments in an unexpected way. Maybe their pain tolerance is weirdly high or weirdly low or something.
Cold lab. Shivering whumpee.
The whumper is asking the whumpee some routine questions (age, medical history, etc.) and filling out a document. The whumpee is asking questions as well, since they’re confused. They have no idea where they are and what’s going to happen to them.
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I mentioned earlier that I had made a document with a bunch of links about medical procedures and tools and all that good stuff, so here it is! This is all just info I've dug up with a bit of googling, so bear that in mind, but yeah. I hope this is helpful for anyone writing medical or lab whump! And I apologise if it's a little all over the place, I'll try to fix it up soon. Happy writing!
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Whumpy Dialogue Prompts
If you write somthing using any of these prompts, you are by no means obligated to tag me in it. But if you'd like to because you want me to read your work, I would be more than happy to!
“Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.”
“I promise, I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.”
“This is just a sedative. It’s going to make you feel nice and relaxed so we can perform the procedure.”
“I’ll get you something to bite down on. This is going to hurt.”
"We're almost at the hospital. Stay with me, okay?"
“I know it hurts, but I’m only trying to help.”
“Can you take a deep breath in for me? And… out.”
“Get that away from me!”
“You’ve probably got a collapsed lung. We need to get you to the hospital so they can put you on a ventilator.”
“Pull your shirt up so I can take a look at it.”
"There's a tracker in the back of your neck."
"Your hands are like ice!"
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Test Subject Whump Prompts
Fun ideas for whumpy things a scientist/doctor/etc. can do to their test subject
Examine the subject
Test drugs on the subject
Test the subject’s endurance
Vivisect the subject (with or without anesthesia)
Amputate a limb
Test the subject’s pain tolerance
Collect samples from the subject
Test the subject’s intelligence
Isolate the subject
Comfort the subject
Show the subject to investors
Push the subject to their limits
Add an enhancement to the subject
Condition the subject
Prevent the subject from escaping
Show the subject to colleagues
Sedate the subject
Write a report on the subject
Punish the subject
Test the subject’s senses
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Lab Whump Prompts
Some short scenario prompts for your lab whumpees
Strapped to a table
Examined
Dragged out of their cell/room
Sensory deprivation
Vivisection
Strapped to a chair
Surgery
Sedation
IV drip
Isolation
Dehumanization
Comforted
Praised for cooperation
Escape attempt
Put under observation
No pain relief
Tattooed/branded
Put in a cage
Taken outside
Forced to sit still
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CW: Whump, hospital whump, heavy restraints, hysterical and confused whumpee, then f l u f f with a protective caretaker 
Caretaker slammed the hospital doors open, their hair a mess, dark circles under their eyes as they glanced around wildly. Their heart stopped when they found Whumpee lying unconscious in a stretcher, restrained from head to toe.
“Whumpee!” Caretaker cried, bolting to their bedside, hardly believing their own eyes. They slid their hand into Whumpee’s bound grasp, tight belts wrapped around their wrists, forearms, chest, waist, ankles, everything. Caretakers blinked down tears flowing freely from their eyes, they hardly noticed a doctor approaching. 
“They had a rough time coming in.” The doctor sighed. Caretaker looked up at them with almost anger in their eyes. How could they treat Whumpee like this? They were clearly traumatized! 
“T-take the restraints off.” Caretaker rasped, their eyes tracing back to Whumpee’s face. “I’m sorry, we can’t do that right now. When they came in they bit a doctor, clocked one right in the face wouldn’t hold still. It’s protocol, I’m sure you can understand.” The doctor said. Caretaker only let out a frustrated exhale.
“Hopefully with you here it will help them to calm down.” The doctor added, trying to give Caretaker some hope. “We’re taking them to a room now, would you like to stay with them?” They asked. Caretaker immediately nodded their head, wiping their tears away. 
Several more doctors and nurses came over to take Whumpee away, as Caretaker stood plastered by their side, rubbing a thumb across Whumpee’s fingers. They glanced down just in time to see Whumpee’s eyes flutter, as they cringed their face when they came to awareness. 
In an instant, Whumpee shot awake, gasping for a breath as their back arched off the stretcher. The only thing they could feel was the pain and sourness from their healing wounds and the countless belts curling around their whole body. The only thing they could see was the dozens of unfamiliar faces surrounding them, staring at them, keeping them held down against their will. 
A blood curdling scream pierced through everyone’s ears, as Whumpee fought and cried. Their every resistance and squirming was pushed into the mat beneath them by the restraints.
“Whumpee! Calm down! I’m right here, it’s me! Everything’s okay!” Caretaker gasped, trying to reach Whumpee, who couldn’t hear a word over their screaming and crying. 
“Pl-.. PLEASE NO! STOP! S-STOP IT!” Whumpee cried, twisting their body around in a desperate attempt to break free. Caretaker placed a hand on their tear soaked cheek, but Whumpee immediately flinched their head away, like Caretaker’s hand was a burning iron. 
“They need to calm down!” One of the nurses shouted. 
“Whumpee please! Try and listen to me, you’re okay! You’re in a hospital, I’m right here.” Caretaker tried but Whumpee was hysterical, their legs trying to jolt from the restraints. 
Caretaker placed the palm of their hand comfortingly on Whumpee’s forehead, as they let out a terrified whimper. Caretaker rested Whumpee’s head down on the pillow in an effort to calm them. 
“Ssshh, shsh, I’m here. It’s me.” Caretaker smiled at them. Whumpee’s eyes darted back and forth, until they settled on Caretaker’s tearful face. They breathed heavily, gasping for air, a hiccupping sob escaping their lips every now and then. 
“Breath Whumpee, deep breaths.” Caretaker instructed, popping the belt around their chest off. One of the nurses gave them an odd look, trying to put it back on, but Caretaker slapped their hand away.
“Leave it, their calming down.” Caretaker muttered, turning their attention back to Whumpee. They approached with a second hand, resting it on their cheek and thumbing away the tears. Whumpee was only staring up at them with a wide terrified expression, breathing in and out heavily. 
“There you are.” Caretaker smiled, pulling off the rest of the restraints one by one. As soon as their upper body was free, they threw their arms around Caretakers shoulders, hiding their face in the crook of their neck and cried. Caretaker embraced them protectively, cradling a hand through their hair. 
They moved Whumpee to a proper bed, as they refused to let go of Caretaker, who pulled them up onto their chest as Whumpee eventually fell asleep with their head resting on their shoulder. Caretaker continued to run their fingers through Whumpee’s hair even after they fell asleep, whispering to them soft encouragement and soothing words. 
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CW: Whump, Hospital, panic attack
Whumpee awoke to the sound of a light buzzing noise ringing through their ears. They weren’t awake enough to try to peel their eyes open, but they had a sense of their surroundings. Like the burning pressure aching in their side, their bruised sore wrists screaming in agony, their head feeling jostled and broken. 
They jolted when they felt something move close to them. They tried to shy away from it, but their whole body was numb.
They felt a hand settle on their forehead as a wounded whimper escaped their sealed lips. The hand instantly retracts as there is nothing but silence aside from the awful buzzing. 
“Whumpee?”
“It’s okay, I’m right here.”
A voice whispers. It’s distorted, Whumpee can’t recognize it as they shift against the soft surface their back is pressed to. They begin to panic, their breath growing faster as they twist their head away from the presence in fear. 
They feel something touch their hand as they twitch violently, but the feeling wraps around their hand anyway. Whumpee forced their eyes to peel open just a crack, which is more they were expecting to even be capable of. 
They can see a blur of greyness. They’re in a dark room, with machines and wires everywhere. Their heart started pounding within their chest when they made out the blurry figure sitting next to them. Watching them. 
Whumpee’s brow furrowed as another frightened whimper filled the room.
“Whumpee! Whumpee, sshhh, it’s okay. You’re okay, you’re safe.” The voice lulled.
Whumpee froze to process the words… They were used to threats of harm being whispered into their ear, not comforting pleads. Where they actually…?
Safe?
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