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I found one of those things you call a mermaid on the pier the other night. All tied up and thrashing its poor body around like a fish caught in a net.

That image repulsed me. You know I've never been one for fishing. Even catch and release puts me off. I don't like to watch the poor thing slowly suffocating as it waits to be thrown back in, its gills heaving and sputtering for water.

That creature tied up on the pier, the gash of gills on its neck was heaving and sputtering just in that way, dark ocean water flowing out with every failed breath, it really made me sick.

I pulled out my pocket dagger and its attention was on me. Its eyes bulged wide and I wondered if, like a fish, it couldn't blink. The sight of my dagger set it off into another thrashing fit and I tried to calm it down. Poor thing didn't seem to understand a word. It kept opening and closing its faded lips, but nothing came out. Must've spoke some kinda fish language.

I held it firmly in place and slowly brought the dagger to the knots binding its wrists. It calmed down after seeing that I wasn't here to cut its flesh. Or maybe it had just lost all energy from being out of the water too long. Either way, it stayed still as I cut the ropes around its legs.

When it was freed, it just lay there on the pier. So still it might've been dead, other than the weak flapping of the gill at its throat. I needed to get it into the water, and fast.

I lifted it up, one arm under its neck, the other under its knees. Its skin was slightly warm, unlike any fish I'd ever briefly held. But the same clamminess. Warmer than its skin was the water spurting from its gills.

I stepped closer to the edge of the pier and the thrashing returned. It must've known it was going back home, and was getting excited. I took a step back to gather momentum, and pushed forward with all my might, throwing the creature in kicking and flailing.

It hit the water with a splash, and stayed at the surface for a moment. Almost like it was treading water. Must've wanted to say thanks. After a few seconds it slowly sunk down. Back to its home.

I imagined the slit in its neck filling up with ocean water and I could finally breathe easy again. I couldn't get that sick taste out of my mouth for awhile, though. Same sick taste of my first fishing trip.

"Who cut its neck?" I remember asking my mama as the fish struggled in my hand, tail thrashing, scales cold. She told me those were its gills, that's how it breathed. Through the slits in its throat.

"So it's breathing through its neck?"

"No, sweetie. Not now."

I took one last look over the pier into the dark water below, getting darker. That fish is breathing now. It's gotta be.

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More things I just conveniently know

Choking

(i just saw a post about this and wanted to make my own list)

Content: choking, ptsd

Victim that's been choked many times, eyelids fluttering closed as they try to conserve energy

First time, eyes fly open, panicking, trying to gag and can't even get that out

Afterward because of the compression of the trachea, victim ende up coughing and possibly spitting

Those panicky, gravelly breaths right after

The betrayed look sideways at aggressor as victim holds throat and tries to get their breath

Sometimes your body doesn't decide to get faint until after the breath is restored. Victim gasping, hand against the wall for support after aggressir lets go.

Rubbing their throat quietly

Chin down, pulling back reflexively whenever aggressor gets angry after that

Not liking to be touched above the shoulder

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When screams turn to strangled breaths, thrashing turns to trembling and twitching, because the whumpee is too exhausted, too broken for anything else.

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Whumpee watches through blurred, rapidly darkening vision as a new person pushes Whumper out of the way.

Even from their position on the floor, Whumpee can identify the newcomer is wearing the same uniform colors as their torturer. Different clothes, but…the same colors, Whumpee was sure of it. They moaned quietly—were they changing shifts?

The voices were distant. They bounced around Whumpee’s head like an echo along cave walls.

“Whumper. What have you done?”

“I…was questioning the detainee, Commander.”

“Questioning?” The newcomer’s voice rose a little. Whumpee half registered them looking down at them. “They’re half dead!”

“Well, they wouldn’t answer my question—“

“They can’t answer any questions, not like that.” They dropped to one knee, ignoring Whumpee’s mumbles of protest as they shined a flashlight across both of their eyes.

“You’re lucky you didn’t kill them, Whumper.”

“What does it matter? They’ll probably be executed, anyway—“

“This prisoner is under my authority, do you understand? It will cost all of us if they die, but especially me. Which means you will be the one paying for it. You won’t be questioning them again.”

A long, uncomfortable silence enveloped the cell as the commander pulled Whumpee up to sit against the wall. Whumpee was silent and pliant, their entire body still aching from earlier.

“What did you do to them?”

“Standard procedures…blunt force, electric shocks—“

“Back to back, clearly. And why is there blood on the wall?”

“I…may have thrown them against it.”

“Whumper, you’re dismissed.”

Whumper left without another word, feeling a burning sensation from their commander’s harsh tone.

Whumpee closed their eyes, finally losing themselves to exhaustion as Commander sighed and spoke into their radio.

“Prisoner was injured during questioning. May be a concussion—“ They tapped Whumpee’s jaw. “Hey, stay awake. Stay awake.”

“May be a concussion, prep a medical bed. I’m taking them in myself, Whumper is no longer authorized to deal with this one.”

The words were starting to blur and mush together, Whumpee couldn’t make sense of them anymore. They weakly attempted to squirm, shifting away from the high ranking official looming over them.

“Stop moving.” Their voice wasn’t exactly gentle, but it wasn’t quite harsh either. Whumpee found themselves obeying, despite their fear and the increasing haze in their mind.

“I’m not hurting you. Do you understand me?”

Whumpee managed a weak nod.

“Good. You will be questioned again, but not now. Now, you’re receiving medical attention. I’m telling you not to fight us, it will not help you whatsoever. Do you understand?”

Another smaller nod.

“Good. Let’s go, before you actually pass out on me.”

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lovers, captured together, facing each other in an interrogation room. one of them forced to watch as their partner is beaten, shot, cut, shocked—hell, even waterboarded— while they can do nothing but struggle against their restraints, they can’t touch, can’t offer any comfort. gagged— they can’t tell their SO sweet little promises that everything is going to be okay.

maybe:

a) they made a vow to each other long ago —the organization, the cause comes first. no matter what happens, no matter the pain, they wont talk.

b) one of them has been left in the dark —to protect them, to keep them safe— they genuinely don’t know anything, their captor demands intel they simply don’t have, they swear they don’t know anything over and over again but the captor doesn’t care.

c) they talk. they give up names, codes, locations, anything to make it stop. but their captor keeps hurting their partner anyway. eventually, all they can do is beg. please. stop. just stop. let them go. keep me, take me instead.

d) they’re ready to spill every secret, to end the torture until they meet their lovers eyes and see them shaking their head. don’t.

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Modern vampire who has spent the last 70-ish years of their immortality primarily being slutty in nightclubs and non-lethal snacking on hookups shocked and uncomfortable that most vampires older than the lightbulb are really into torture and cruelty and eating babies alive. Super excited to finally meet his own kind and then oh no. oh fuck. time out wtf are they doing. this is profoundly unsexy they bit that guy’s arm off and are letting him crawl around screaming and crying. there’s not even any kissing or grinding or club music. is this normal?? i am Going to throw up i’ve gotta get these poor ppl out of here. askjeeves how to smuggle 30 naked prisoners (assorted genders) out of vampire mansion time sensitive.

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I am obsessed with strong Whumpees who can hold their own, mow through Whumper's henchmen, but meet their match in Whumper himself.

With Whumper leaning against the wall, arms crossed, shaking his head, watching how his useless men get annihilated. He pushes off from the wall, literally steps over the carnage. Whumpee meets him head-on as just another pawn to put in the ground. But the fight is over in seconds.

If it's their first meeting, Whumpee is in shock that they didn't just lose, they lost bad.

And so the second time, after wiping the floor with some side characters, Whumper steps onto the scene and Whumpee just blanches :) Falls back a step :) The beating from last time carved into their bones :) Leading to so much delicious angst.

Bonus if they're equally matched or Whumpee is stronger, but Whumper knows exactly how to exploit a weakness (Caretaker).

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Hello i'm a normal person here's some stuff i drew to illustrate different traits different "person getting controlled" tropes can have

edit: obligatory possession shorthand code link because people seem to be using this like the possession code but just. without the code part

edit: DO NOT BE HORNY ON MY POST 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

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ON A RELATED NOTE to your solider/prisoner of war whump: Whumpee that's injured and left for dead on the battlefield gets found by the enemy. Do they help whumpee out? Do they whump them harder? Little bit of both? 👀

Love those tropes! these are non-linear, not a specific story just some ideas that inspired...

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Living weapon left for dead, taken prisoner by the enemy

Like, maybe they find them and they're like "this is the one that's been killing our guys!!"

Maybe they're crying or screaming in pain and the enemy soldiers just gather around watching them, prodding them with their boots, kicking them. "Serves them right."

Dragging them back to base at their officer's command so whumpee can be questioned. "I hope they torture you, you cold-hearted bastard."

Or, "look at these wounds... These aren't battle wounds... This isn't something our people would do, man..." "We can't just leave them here..."

"hey." Snaps fingers. "You alive? Yeah? You wanna stay that way? Get up."

Whumpee maintaining a grim silence at the interrogation table as the enemy captain starts slapping their head, standing up, yelling, trying to intimidate them.

"I can't tell you. I wish I could, but--" "why not?" "What whumper will do to me... You couldn't come close."

Mid-interrogation manhandling for intimidation, whumpee's shirt comes up over their back, revealing bruises and long, red welts. With a shocked silence, the interrogator shoves them away, staring at whumpee.

"what did they do to you?"

Whumpee blindsided by mercy, from the enemy. Trying not to cry as one of the soldiers sits down by their bed to talk, pushing a packet of pain meds and a glass of water across the table to them.

Enemy doctor coming in to treat their lash wounds and their face is openly horrified.

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tw: non-con drugging,

a defiant whumpee so drugged out of their mind that they'll let carewhumper care for them. whumpee usually kicks and bites and claws when Carewhumper came near them, but now they're laying peacefully in their lap. Carewhumper strokes whumpee's hair as they're too drugged to understand what is happening, all they know is that carewhumper touching their hair feels nice.

Whumpee's sensations are numbed and they can barely move, making it so much easier for carewhumper to tend to their injuries

it's just nice see a defiant whumpee get some much needed comfort

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So like... a living weapon on trial. The weapon is no where near healed not at all, hasn't done anything for their self since they were rescued. And weapon facing trial for the acts they committed. The most crucial piece of evidence of why weapon shouldn't be punished are the tapes of their training. When the tapes are being shown, weapon shocks everyone and begins crying.

OR

weapon has barely asked for anything, only things they really need. So when they are on trial, they ask to not be in the room when the tapes are played. When weapon comes back in, their stomach curls at the pitying faces surrounding them. Some people are even crying.

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tw: isolation, dehumanization, captivity, panic attack mention, self harm (not in vivid detail)

isolation punishment in whump.

say whumpee tried to escape, and almost succeeded. Or hurt whumper, or killed someone working for whumper. something whumper would consider serious.

whumpee who gets trapped in basically a functional apartment- self restocking food and a working bathroom but no tv, or books, or board games, or anything made to entertain or keep them busy. there are no windows, and the lights turn on and off by themselves, and the door is heavy, dark, and grey- not to mention, locked. the only reason why their prison resembles a home is so that they would take care of themselves and wouldn’t be allowed to see the people who are giving them food or taking their dishes.

whumpee who starts hurting themselves just for something to do.

they get kept in there for sometime above a month, and when whumper finally comes in to check on them, they are so, so desperate for any kind of human touch.

whumpee who gets down on their knees in front of whumper, begging and pleading for forgiveness while sobbing violently. whumpee who’s just begging for whumper to not leave them alone. they’ll be good, they’ll be exactly whatever whumper wants them to be, just please don’t leave them. maybe whumper sees how desperate whumpee is to not be left alone, and decides based on that to leave them in there for a little while longer.

Or a whumper who likes to portray themselves as kind, holding whumpee in their lap while they cry and talking about how much they missed whumpee and how they hate doing things like this, but if whumpee would just be good, they wouldn’t have to.

whumper who found their breaking point, and every time they’re disobeying from then on, whumper just asks them if they want to go go back in their room, and whumper is instantly going completely silent. whumper smiles and ruffles their hair, saying something demeaning like ‘good pet’.

whumpee who never really gets over it. after recovery, they can’t be left alone at all so that they don’t have debilitating panic attacks. caretaker at a loss, because they love whumpee, but they have other obligations in their life and whumpee can’t come with them to all of them.

maybe caretaker doesn’t notice at first and whumpee doesn’t say anything, so whumpee stays home for a couple days just pulling at their hair or scratching at their skin to stay calm. whumpee who’s confused and so lost, because they don’t know why they’re being punished.

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So this is just an observation from someone who is pretty new to the fandoms involved and has just been consuming all the old vods from the Antarctic Empire days. But it seems to me that Technoblade's interaction with his chat is one where the chat demands chaos and he steadfastedly holds to a certain code of honor and decorum in spite of their demands. Whereas Philza's interaction with his chat, while there are demands for chaos from the chat, is much more of a give and take where Philza will sometimes act chaotically of his own accord because it's funny. Philza is basically a fae that will murder a man and laugh at his demise, where Techno spends more time resisting the demands for blood than actually going for kills.

All I'm saying is however much Technoblade would have no trouble crushing me in a fight, I'd much rather face him than Philza. Techno has rules and tries to follow them, Philza is far more of a wildcard despite his habitual caution.

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hi friends!!! 

so, i’ve finally finished this. it took a long time. not that i’m trying to make excuses–you never need those for taking your time on something that’s a hobby!!–but in short, my health (just my regular chronic conditions, nothing serious) has been sort of declining lately and i’ve been trying to wait on it to get better, but. well. anyway,  i’ve been wanting to finish this for a while, and i have physically just not had the energy. so i’m proud of myself for finally getting it done, even if it’s not exactly where i want it to be and i’m not 100% sure all of it is coherent!! i hope y’all like it. i hope all your holidays are wonderful and i’m wishing each of you health and happiness <3 

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“From now on, you have no responsibilities, no stress. I understand if you need to keep fighting, though. You need to feel like this is completely out of your control, or else you’ll feel guilty for resting. It’s alright. Fight until you’re satisfied that there’s no escape. I won’t take it personally.”

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Workplace Whump

Because I started my new job and I love it!

Whumpee has to sign a non disclosure agreement, that prevents them from sharing industry secrets. Noone tells them what exactly are considered industry secrets.

Whumpee finds out something horrible about the company, but is unable to share it.

"If anything goes missing, you will have to pay for it"

Passcode and keycard access places!!! Whumpee can't enter and is left to wonder what a door hides. Bonus if there's screams coming from that room.

Passcode and keycard access, but from the inside, and Whumpee can't leave.

Customer facing position, where Whumpee has to serve someone they know. I'll leave it up to the imagination, what type of service they do.

Constant noise, buzzing lamps, AC, beeping, paper rustling, screeching printers, doors slamming left and right, perfect conditions for an overstimulated Whumpee.

Is Whumper the boss? Are they a customer? Are they a colleague?

Cameras everywhere

Whumpee's computer activities monitored constantly

Fire and bomb drills

The entire lecture I got about robbery prevention:

Memorising the attacker's face, clothes, car and features

"Don't let them notice you pulling the alarm!"

"Comply orders, but don't overdo it, it's harm reduction"

Stuff inspired by that same lecture:

"Empty the register"

*gunshots fired* *sirens blaring*

Having to work with a long-term illness or disability, that doesn't prevent you from doing things, but makes it significantly harder

Shaking/Weak hands while working (it's fun, everyone when everyone thinks you're anxious and is dead set on trying to calm you, but it's just your muscles giving up)

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it's always "you gnawed off your own leg to escape like an animal caught in a trap" and never "why didn't anyone try to help you out of the trap" or "why weren't you provided with any other resources to escape the trap with except for your own teeth"