it sure is

Leaving whumpee restrained with the marks of the whump clear on display for their friends to see, making it impossible for whumpee to hide what happened.

Whumpee flinched.

"No, please, not the fingers again, please!"

Despite their healing powers, regrowing chopped off fingers was a long and very painful process.

Whumper gave them a sick grin.

"Yes. You're getting really good at guessing."

Whumpee whimpered as whumper grabbed their wrist and fastened their hand to the table.

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"Give me your hand."

Whumpee flinched violently, rolling themselves to a ball in the corner of the couch, shielding their hand with their body.

"No, please, it won't happen again, I promise, I'll be good, please!"

Caretaker frowned with worry and slowly reached out a hand to gently place on whumpee's shoulder.

"I'm not going to hurt you, but I'll have to look at the cut on your finger."

It took several minutes of whumpee calming down and caretaker convincing them that they want to treat the cut on their finger and not punish them for bleeding all over the onion whumpee was cutting.

Whumpee shakily extended their hand and caretaker made sure to grab it most gently before examining it.

nonconsensual "prettyfication"

Like. When Whumper picks their clothes to make them pretty (doesn't even have to be with a specially good-looking whumpee. they dont look special. but they WILL) and picks jewelry to accentuate the color of their eyes and dresses them up like a fashion doll and pick something that looks kinda cute or just a suit with some nice hair acessories. Doesn't have to be in an Intimate Whumper way. Just. Whumpee is theirs. So they are gonna take them to a gala to show off their weapon/pet/new servant/slave/whatever and have whumpee looking Nice. And they do! But they don't want to. Making whumpee cut or grow their hair to a style that frames their face better or smth. Against whumpees will bc theyd never wear that. Although they do look pretty.

Living weapon A meeting living weapon B.

In A's eyes are a bone-deep tiredness that can only been noticed by another weapon.

A and B waiting for medical attention after an intense mission. Them lying against each other, one trying not to fall asleep, the other trying not to cry.

A and B forming a silent bond after their handlers working together for a long time. And A finds out that B and their handler had left. Trying to control their emotions when they realize they never got to say goodbye.

A waking to B's screams every night, knowing that they're not allowed to help B. Some nights it's worth the resulting punishments.

A having to watch B being drugged and delirious from a punishment. Watching B's cries while knowing that their handlers are watching them. A getting beaten for sobbing when B cries out for them.

A and B constantly having to preform emergency medical treatments on each other. Not having the proper tools and their only experience with it was when a doctor did it to them.

A and B sharing a room and staying up late together while trying to deal with their trauma.

Handler swap!? It's just a chill training day and the handlers decide to swap weapons for a day, see how it goes! They definitely wont come crawling back to their old handler begging them not to give them to the other handler. And both weapons apologizing for how awful their handlers are.

A and B are always given their meals together. A is always still hungry and B always gets full quickly. Sharing is caring after all!

A being extremely broken and B still being a defiant asshole. A watching B get slapped around for their sarcasm and begging for B to stop. A trying to teach B what to do and what not to do and helplessly watching as N breaks all the rules. A fearing that they might get punished for to being able to keep B in check. Eventually, A planning an escape attempt and inviting B with them. Their heart breaks as head B's refusal. "No, there's no point, we're just weapons,"

B preventing A from picking at their healing wounds.

A and B are together 24/7, they don't have anything else to talk about, they just enjoy the other's silent presence.

The pair planning an escape attempt.

The pair being separated when their handlers catch them.

"My weapon has never acted like this! Yours is a bad influence!" "No! Mines never had any feelings or wants till yours came around and ruined them!"

Because A and B are always together, they catch the same illness and are useless until they recover.

plucking out ‘ugly’ feathers and replacing them with synthetic ones.

adorning the wings with heavy, gold jewellery that weighs them down.

feathers that can’t grow back.

wings hurting to open properly because they’ve been uncomfortably restrained for so long.

painting the feathers. a small, intimate task that requires time and patience, from both whumpee and the artist.

wings being held up by chains/ropes, on display for anyone to marvel at.

breaking wings as punishment.

wings being removed entirely to go on display in a gallery/museum. are they known to be real? or does someone take credit for creating them as an art piece?

in a medical setting, wings requiring their own set of restraints to keep whumpee from moving.

wings being the only part of whumpee that is valued and cared for. without them, they are worthless.

whumpee forgetting how to fly after being in captivity.

alternatively: not being able to because of how damaged their wings are.

Characters who’ve been told that’s why your important. Your worth something because this other person/ thing is important, and you are here solely to keep them safe.

Lover would still search for whumpee because no body means a chance that whumpee might still be alive, even if the chances seem to dwindle with each day that passed.

One day whumper came to meet up with lover. Their respective higher ups were thinking of a truce between the opposing sides. Whumper had a masked bodyguard come along, while lover was there on their own, confident in their combat capabilities. Negotiations did not go smoothly and lover tried to attack whumper, only to have the bodyguard step in.

Lover felt like they knew this fighting style. It was familiar as if it was a person he fought or sparred with previously. Lover managed to unmask the bodyguard only to find themself face to face with whumpee.

"you're just gonna stand there and appreciate your work, huh?"

"am I pretty now?"

They were screaming "fuck you!" And got punched every time till they didn't have the breath to speak. Now it's just a very quiet "just suck a dick, would you?"

whumper just has gotten in the habit of slapping them for talking because it's probably insults

Saying "yes master" and waiting till whumper can't see to roll their eyes or give them the finger

Resistance via silence, because they have no energy to speak anymore

Their instinctive sass now includes a flinch reflex

"are you done?" Whumpee says and then cringes

"are you done?" Whumper says and waits for whumpee to say something that will earn them another kick

"I think we both could use a break, don't you think?" Whumpee groans.

Whumpee adds on a "sir" whenever they say anything that might get them punished

“…yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

Whumper smirked. He could see the hatred still, the resentment and humiliation and white hot fury in Whumpees eyes, but, that wasn’t a drawback. In fact, it proved that his “methods” worked.

Whumpee had learned to obey, despite his own will. And that was something brainwashing and drugging and manipulating didn’t teach. Only pain, and the fear of more pain, taught that.

“Good boy.”

Whumpee said nothing, even if he wanted to, he knew better. On unsteady, still numb legs, he swayed dizzily and prayed he wouldn’t collapse.

Even with his new “obedience”, he doubted he’d be given any grace. Two days, at least he thought it was two days, jammed in a box half the size of a refrigerator had left him blinded even by the rooms normal lighting, and every muscle in his body was protesting at any movement.