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Your Whumpee awaits, staring at you with wide eyes as you come closer. All they can do is brace themselves, completely at your mercy.
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i keep saying it BUT I MEAN IT THIS TIME
I DO WANNA REPLY NOW THERE'S JUST QUITE A BIT AJKSDFHJKADFS there's so much good whump in here!!!
Gosh I miss this blog I wanna get back into it
Hey, quick question: I'm writing a scene with Leigh inspired by tomorrow's Febuwhump prompt (broken fingers), would it be ok if I made it a non-canon/AU hypothetical future of the roleplay and wrote Walker in (though they wouldn't have a foreground role in this snippet)? It would be like, hypothetical caretaker!Leigh + failed escape/rescue attempt. If you'd rather I didn't, no worries, I can put Leigh with one of my living weapon OCs instead. (Also, I'm not going for Febuwhump completion, just doing a few prompts for fun; so no stress abt replying right away, I can post it any time.)
- @painwithoutplot
OOC: Omg go ahead! Please tag me too when you finish it!! I wanna see!!
You doing okay?
OOC: HI IM SO SORRY ๐ญ my mental health has genuinely been all over the place ahfhwjrj every time I start to recover it gets bad again ๐ญ but I really want to come back soon! I miss you guys whdhwhdhwhd please bear with me ๐ญ im so sorryyyyy

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Thoughts on one of your whumpees, perhaps Whit, Walker or Weslee, being a captured merfolk?
Maybe even the heir to an undersea kingdom?
-๐ฑ
I might use โ๏ธ for this one
OOC: oh HECK YES. LET'S DO IT! That sounds DELICIOUS!!
[OOC: Finally got the chance to write this! Written with either a scared or defiant whumpee in mind, given the inciting event. Got a bit carried awayโฆ consider the scene with the guard a prologue? - @painwithoutplot ]
CW: living weapon whump, dehumanisation, pseudo-military setting (both the military and the pseudo part lol, I gave up on authenticity ๐)
Iโm not sure what I expected from my unofficial demotion, but this definitely wasnโt it. They raised my clearance level, for a start. They had to, just to get me in here. Now, instead of packing me off to some storage room to clean guns or take inventory, the guard who fetched me is leading me down a stairwell, into a stark, unfurnished corridor. To our left, there are small rooms and amenities. To our right, a heavy metal door. Everything down here looks reinforced.ย
Iโm getting really curious about this โweapons dutyโ.ย
โYou know what weaponry we work with at this testing facility, yes?โย
โYes, sir.โ From the rumours, itโs all cyborg tech and viruses and jokes about Jurassic Park. โBiological, sir?โย
โOrganic. In here,โ and the guard indicates the reinforced steel door, โis the storage facility for Unit 17-B. Itโs valuable - very valuable. Heaven knows thatโs why we keep it around. Itโs also very dangerous.โ His eyes meet mine, dead serious. โSent the last guy in your position straight to the E.R.. Understand me, soldier?โย
I suppress a faint flutter of nerves; they wouldnโt dare assign me anything too risky, even while I was in disgrace. Much as it shouldnโt, having family in high places does grant me certain protection. โYes, sir.โย
โSo no funny business, alright? Get in, keep your distance, do your job, and get out.โย
Donโt you have safety measures for your experimental weapons? โYes, sir.โย
The guard leads me into one of the small rooms, which looks to be a bare-bones canteen. He raps his knuckles on one of the head-height metal cupboards. โFood.โ He gestures to the tap. โWater. Code for this-โ motioning to the cupboardโs combination lock, โis 7391, and thereโs bottles under the sink. Ration bar and a bottle of water twice a day, pending further orders. Simple enough, soldier?โย
My brain short-circuits for a moment. Organic- No, they wouldnโt.ย
โSir, what must Iโฆ do with them?โย
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I know, oh, yes, they would.ย
He gives me a look thatโs thoroughly unimpressed, but not surprised. โGive them to the unit in that cell.โย
โYes, sir,โ I say, a little belatedly. Stunned.
No one said anything about - they said Iโd be working on a weapon, not a test subject, or an attack dog, not anything that sounded alive.ย
โSign off here when your duties are done. Nowโฆโ he turns away from the timesheet. Taps in the code for a larger cupboard; I donโt catch it. Sets a standard medkit down heavily on the table. โIf 17-Bโs already been in for correction, after what it did to your predecessor, youโre going to need this. Your job is to get it cleaned up and back in working order, understand? Weโre not asking you to play Florence Nightingale here - frankly, after-โ He cut off his voice as soon as it rose, and drew a deep, deliberate breath. โBut if the unit gets infected under your watch, on your head be it. Youโve passed basic first aid, I take it?โย
โYes, sir, I have, sir.โ That distracts me momentarily from the cold feeling in my gut. Of course I have; itโs mandatory. I even remember most of it (itโs not my fault I havenโt had much chance to practice in the field!). Then I think about practicing on anโฆ an animal, an abused animal, or whatever theyโve got in there, and wonder if most will be sufficient.
โYouโve got the keys? Access card?โย
I hold them both up. โYes, sir.โ
โRight, then youโre set. Write a condition and behavior report for its handlers at the end of the day; Iโll transfer you the template. Keep it brief, theyโre busy personnel. If the unit looks like itโs dying of anything you canโt fix, thatโs where you report it.โย
The guard hesitates. Glances down. Looks back up at me. Slowly, he unhooks something from his belt and places it on the table between us: a worn cylinder ending in a wicked metal prong.ย
โLook-โ and he seems almost bashful, now. "Officially, they didn't mention... equipment, in your briefing. So, maybe there's no need to mention this."ย
Ah. I nod.ย
โI just... seeing what happened to Carter, I couldn't send you in empty-handed. Good luck, soldier. Iโll be back here in an hour. Just leave it in this room.โ He makes his way past me, leaving the cattle prod on the table, and just like that, heโs gone.ย
I take a moment to regain my bearings. This isโฆ weird, this is all fucking weird. He was so clinical. Belatedly, it hits me that he hasnโt even mentioned what kind of animal (or bio-plague, or mutant monster, orโฆ oh, who am I kidding? It has to be an animal) Iโm supposed to be tending. Iโm not looking forward to fending off some cornered mutant tiger, or whatever equivalent the labs have cooked up, with little more than a pointy stick; truth be told, Iโm not exactly enthusiastic about hurting some scared creature, either. Hopefully I wonโt have to.ย
I gather up what the โunitโ apparently needs: the medkit, a bottle of water, a ration bar (that looks like a standard human one; itโs a bit disconcerting). When my eyes fall on the cattle prod, I wish I could say that I hesitate, but the guard gave it to me - went behind our superiorsโ backs (his? mine?) to give it to me - for a reason. He looked so worried. Thereโs a well-worn silicon button set into the handle, reassuring and disquieting all in one.ย
Its tie goes around my wrist, and I set to work unlocking the corridor, which turns out to be lined with more heavily reinforced metal doors. Six, but only one is occupied. I square my shoulders - come on, Leigh! - and turn my key in the lock.ย
Slowly, the door swings open, and what I see inside makes my blood run cold.ย
No, not what.ย
Who.
I've lost track of how long I've been here. Ever since I attacked the last person who was meant to care for me they've been... stricter. Harsher. Crueller. And perhaps I deserved it, for what I'd done. Perhaps.
I know better, after all. That's what they told me.
My entire body hurt, bruises exposed in the cold room and hands still covered with dry blood from the last person. A muzzle sits heavily over my mouth, countless buckles keeping it locked in place, a metal bit shoved against my tongue and scraping against my teeth. It tastes like blood. And they have not bothered giving my shirt back. So I am left to resort to curl up in the corner, hands tucked into my armpits for some attempt at warmth.
My body hurts...
I stiffen as the door opens, and I turn around to see someone new entering the place of my solitude. My hands would curl into fists if they weren't already trapped in leather, mitten-like contraptions, reducing my hands into nothing more than paws. And my heavy restraints ensure that I remain attached to the wall.
So I do the only thing I can do, chained up like the attack animal they see me as.
I glare.
ooc : I felt so happy when I saw you're back!! โค
While you're exploring your new surroundings, I cut and put a long piece of an old towel that I fold inside the insect carrier. It will serve as a mattress while the napkin will be your blanket, I also find a small pillow from the old dollhouse my relatives used to play with.
I look at my work with a grin, that plastic box with a handle on the lid was a really good idea: I can now observe you from any point of view and easily carry you everywhere I go.
Satisfied with myself I come back where I left you before I crouch down in front the hamster ball.
"Your room is ready! But first it's bathtime!"
-๐
I clutch my nose again with another quiet groan of pain. I can see that you've moved away and weakly attempt to push up onto my feet, but I only fall back down, smearing blood against the rounded walls. I let out a frustrated growl, trying again, but it is difficult to see past the blood, and it is difficult to balance inside the hamster ball.
After a few more failed attempts I simply give up, lying curled up on the floor.
However, the moment you announce your next plans for me my eyes widen, and I look up with wide eyes. Surely you can't be serious...
ooc : I'm so happy you're back!!! ๐
"Okay... you may feel a bit sleepy after I use my powers, that's normal but don't hesitate to tell me if you don't feel well or want to stop... Your opinion will always matter to me, keep that in mind."
I step back a bit from where you are then get down on my hands and knees then morph into a dragon, feeling my body changing and adapting before I stretch my limbs and wings once it's done.
I'm pretty small compared to the adults dragons living nearby but I'm still bigger than you so I try to make myself look harmless as far as possible before I speak, trying to soften my voice.
"I'm going to touch your forehead with my nostrils before I exhale on it. Do you agree with it?"
-๐ฒ
I stare in silent awe as you transform. I've never witnessed such an incredible thing before.
I hesitate as you speak again, before finally nodding. I lean forward slightly, watching you closely.
ooc : I'm glad you feel better ๐
When we arrive the doctor doesn't waste time and meticulously examine you from every angle, especially your brand before giving me a prescription for an anti-scald cream and leave us alone.
I take you in arms, nuzzling against your neck then nibble at the skin with my teeth, one of my hand stroke your body while the fingers of my other hand do the same on your gagged lips. If I listen to myself, I'll just fondle you all night but I have some responsibility towards my people.
"I hope you're hungry because the inhabitants made a big feast tonight for to celebrate our successfull expedition. Everyone want to see my new property as well..." I say with a sneer.
-๐
I stay silent, although that is all I can do. I silently glare at every movement the doctor makes, eyes narrowed, but don't fight for now.
I do not expect the intimacies you suddenly bestow on me. My body is stuff under your touch, as unwanted fingers run across my ribs, and over my gagged lips. I let out muffled grunts of protest, feeling more uncomfortable by the second as I squeeze my eyes shut and squirm. I hate it. With everything in my body I hate it. Let me go.
At your words however, I open my eyes and silently glare. The thought of being put on display sends a shiver through my body. Will the humiliations never cease? I glare at you with all the ferocity I can manage. Oh, how I hate you.

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It's bright and early outside when I wake up and leave my bed. I check through the video surveillance on my tablet if you behaved last night before I take my breakfast and dress myself.
Silently, I walk down the stairs without turning the lab's light on and sit in front of the glass wall where I can see you sleep. For that experiment I need to see your reaction time when you're exposed to an unknown gas.
I seal your door through my tablet so there's no air suction before I type on the keyboard and the air ducts start to spew an orange smoke inside your room.
-๐บ
I don't stir. Yet, at least. I haven't reacted just yet to the unknown gas and continue to sleep almost soundly, face cuddled against the mouse.
It's only after a few moments that I begin to stir.
I jerk back as you bite down harder. An involuntary thrash that only rips my skin more. I can only imagine what kind of state my arm is in, perhaps itโs better I canโt see it. Still, I force myself to ignore the pain.
If thatโs the game you want to playโฆ
I kick you hard in the knee, bringing you to the floor. Then I brace my foot against your chest, taking a couple slow and careful breaths. Steeling myself.
With every ounce of strength I have, and without any care for the consequences, I pull my arm out of you.
(Ooc: Yay! Iโm so glad youโre feeling better!)
-๐ฅ
I let out a choked noise as I am brought to my knees, the wind knocked out of my lungs. I let out another cry as you brace yourself against me. But I refuse to let go. I refuse. My jaw is locked around your arm, and I am keeping it trapped with every ounce of energy I have.
Your arm is mostly bone when it is yanked out, bits of flesh clinging onto it almost pitifully. I am so exhausted that I do not even try to take the flesh out of my throat, trembling against the ground.
I stare at you with empty eyes. I feel neither success nor triumph at the damage I've inflicted upon you. Only cold inside, and empty.
โNothing to say?โ
I brush my hand over the gauze thatโs wrapped on your arm- protecting the word burned into your skin.
โMaybe youโre just not a morning person.โ
Your clothes are different from when you went to sleep. Every moment youโre more aware of all the places youโve been patched up. Most of the bandages are on your legs and feet, scrapes and cuts from running through the woods. Thorns and splinters were pulled out, wounds covered in a medicated gel, and bandaged over.
You feel nails glide along the back of your neck, and down to between your shoulders.
โOr are you scared.โ
My smile turns vicious, as I hold your gaze, continuing to run fingers through your hair and across the back of your neck.
-๐ฑ
I flinch, otherwise completely still as you touch the gauze protecting the words burned into my skin. I am hardly breathing. You changed my clothes, you- I don't even want to imagine what you've done to me in my sleep. I feel sick. I can hardly process that you have patched me up. All I can feel the arms wrapped around my body as I fight every urge to throw up.
I choke back sobs as I feel the nails scraping against the nape of my neck, down my back. I try not to tremble lest I provoke you once more. I don't know what to say. I don't dare to try to. I only squeeze my eyes shut, as you continue to pet my hair and run your fingers across the back of my neck.
If only I could go back to sleep.
*pats your head condescendingly.
โOh how adorable!โ
I flinch at the touch but say nothing. Even if I can speak now, I've learned the consequences of speaking out of turn. So even if my face burns with humiliation I keep silent, head down as I just... take it.
Did you know youโre super cute?
I glare at you from behind my gag, unable to respond. I don't struggle against the ropes binding my arms and legs to the seat either. I just glare.

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I look at you as I skeptically raise one of my eyebrows.
"And you think solid food can pass through a nasogastric tube? If that's the case then you're dumber than you look."
I sight before I pinch the bridge of my nose.
"Do you remember what I told you about any medical procedure I might do to you? I'll let it slide this time but don't ever contest my medical decision anymore!"
Once the feeding time is over I take off the IV bag and tell you to brush your teeth before bed then I wish you a good night and lock your door behind me.
-๐บ
I shrink back as you speak. That's not what I meant. But I have a feeling you know that and want me to feel dumb on purpose. It's working. I stay silent the rest of the feeding time, humiliated and beaten down.
I sit there for a few long moments once you're gone, staring at my hands quietly. How could my life have possibly gone this wrong? Was anyone even looking for me? A few tears roll down my face as I sit there dejectedly.
After an hour I silently do as I was told, brushing my teeth without any intention before getting back into bed. I curl up and hold the stuffie close. I cry myself to sleep that night.
I slowly lower my finger towards your face until I can feel the bump of your nose and your breath on my pad before I quickly lift my finger.
"Boop!"
I burst into laughter and decide to put you in the hamster's ball I bought earlier today so I can get 'your room' ready for tonight without having you underfoot.
I pick the item and the scissors then snip at the tape binding your body before I put you in the hamster's ball and close the lid.
"You can now safely wander inside the house without running away!"
-๐
I tremble helplessly as your finger is touching my nose. The pressure causes it to snap and I let out a pained cry, thrashing blindly.
Your laughter is thunderous and the pain is momentarily blinding. Before I know it I've been dumped into the hamster ball, and I lay crumpled at the bottom, clutching my nose with both hands and writhing in pain, as blood gushes down my face. I whimper quietly, tears mixing with the blood, as I lay inside the hamster ball. I have never felt hatred for someone like this before.