#implied conditioning

[tomahachi12]

TW/ST: MISCARRAGE (implied)

[martyr-inthedark]

Make your Whumpee tired.

Whumpees that have been deprived of sleep by Whumper, so much so that they don't remember how to walk in a straight line and can't figure out whether the recent appearance of little black bugs in their cell are real or a hallucination.

Whumpees that can't get a full night's rest. They doze off, only to be jolted awake by their own anxiety of not knowing when Whumper would come back. Perhaps they are awakened by phlegm-coated coughs induced by their illness. They are awakened by nightmares, or by Caregiver who is worried they may succumb to hypothermia, or by a thunderstorm, or the rough blanket scratching their open wounds, or so on.

Whumpees who pull all nighters to protect their friends or lovers.

Whumpees whose eyes burn when they finally can close their eyes. Whumpees whose muscles twitch, who can't stop yawning no matter how hard they try to stifle it. Whumpees with dark, glassy eyes. Whumpees who are slow to react or have a hard time keeping up with the conversation. Whumpees with throbbing headaches. Whumpees with brain fog and memory loss.

Whumpees who have been on the run and have over exhausted their bodies. Their muscles and joints continue to scream long after its over. Whumpees with extensive blood loss. Whumpees who are malnourished.

Whumpees whose survivor's guilt keeps them awake, wondering what they might have done differently, whether it was all their fault, or why they were the ones to live.

Whumpees whose bodies are in chronic pain or illness and who have to hide it, causing muscle and mental fatigue. They keep going with a smile until they collapse or pass out.

Whumpees who break down in tears, begging to be left alone so they can rest. Whumpees who sob when they are told that the bed in front of them is theirs to use whenever they want.

[cupcakeslushie]

May we see that April and Donnie scene and the reaction of the whole family? Not forcing of course! I love this au so much, ahh the pain! 🥺

April does remind Donnie of Kendra, in only that they’re both nice to him. In Donnie’s memories, April wasn’t ever as physically abusive as his brothers, and now that he’s back home, she’s not said anything hurtful. So he latches on to her pretty hard.

⚠️ Warning for comic under the cut: implied sexual abuse, short scene of Donnie/April (conditioned panic reaction, nothing romantic is actually implied between them), brainwashing/conditioning.

Do not click if you find any of these things disturbing or triggering!!!! ⚠️

[caretaker-lee]

Consider

A whumpee who was taught to keep quiet and not make a fuss no matter what. When they get kidnapped by whumper, they instinctively try to muffle their sobs, they never scream for help, and they deal with everything as quietly as possible.

[abhainnwhump]

"No, don't!" Whumpee 2 shouted, stopping Whumpee from entering the dark staircase.

Whumpee itched to explore the strange darkness through the doorway. The question of what was in the basement kept them up at night, and distracted them from the situation. "Why not?"

"That's where Master takes the bad pets." Whumpee 2 clawed at their sorry excuse of a sweater, glancing around in case Whumper was around the corner. "There were more before me, a lot. Once they misbehave to much, they go down there, then they never come back out."

[fadedkat]

a little human bill doodle sheet this evening based off the wonderful fanfic A Human Condition by @sapphosscribe!! this is really one of my favorite fics at the moment and I wanted to show my love for it by doing some art :DD

now on my way to read the most recent update 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

aaaaand close ups!

[quarterlifekitty]

Out of the frying pan, into the flames

cw: dark themes, kidnapping, conditioning, implied sex slavery

Lately I’ve been thinking about Price finding you during a covert op. Deep in the interior rooms of a compound once belonging to a man deemed an enemy by whoever is currently signing the 141’s paychecks.

Killing the hawk, only to find the chick in its nest. Something left behind that will die if abandoned.

You’ve been conditioned well, curtesy of the man who laid on the pavement outside with one of Price’s bullets between his eyes. Perfectly well behaved, hadn’t made a single sound even when he’d burst into the room.

There’s a collar on your neck. A loose fitting dress. A small, but cozy enough room, though it has no windows and locks from the outside.

In the records of the man’s office, evidence suggests that you’ve been in the game a long time. Enough to have disappeared as far as anyone who might’ve known you is concerned.

And Price was just thinking— there’s an elegant solution to all of this. He’s a quietly selfish man. He tries to suffocate that painful, roiling tempest inside that tells him he’s owed something. That he’s sacrificed too much for one lifetime and gotten too little in return.

Pawning you off onto some government officials, trying to find a place for you to be awkwardly shoved into society— that wouldn’t be good for you, John tells himself.

It would be better for everyone if he did what he always did. If he took care of things.

He lets you hold his hand while his other delicately rends the microchip from under the skin at the base of your skull with a knife. Removes the chafing nylon collar. He has something much nicer in mind for you.

John’s always thought that if he were home more, he’d have a damned good garden. That’s just how he is— nurturing. Bringing things to their best.

You know how to be good. You know how to be seen and not heard. You know how to suck cock so well it could bring a man to tears. And for lesser men, that might’ve been enough. But to Price, you’re still a block of unchiseled marble. There is a beautiful thing in you, and he will free it.

You haven’t heard a lick of praise in years. Why be praised for what you should be doing? For serving your purpose? You tense in a way that’s— quite frankly— adorable the first time he calls you a good girl. He’ll soften you to it in time.

He tells you how much it hurt to see you the way he found you…. Being wasted. Pearls before swine. No such thing as bad dogs, only bad owners. When you smile, the pit inside him grows. Deeper, hungrier.

He needs to be your sun, moon, and stars. To have a beautiful creature that would wither and die without his touch. A doll needs someone to dress it.

Your new collar is fine, beautiful leather. Embossed with a winding filigree, art noveau motifs. The little metal tag has his name. He likes the bell on it— so he can hear it grow louder so quickly whenever he comes through the door.

Your wide eyes when he comes home with a gift… they kill him every time. How you keen when he starts to fuss over you. How you’re hanging on his every word. How he hears the bell following him as he takes care of every little mundane task around the country home.

In a perverse irony, it calms him when he has to go away. Knowing that if he was killed, if he never came home— your life would end too. You’d be shattered beyond repair. He had fixed you once, and no one would ever be able to go over his work. The threads of your fate had become tangled to his in a way that couldn’t be undone. You shed no tears for the man before him. But there would be no man after him.

You’re damned lucky he happens to be good at his job.

[sunshiline-writes]

DRABBLE: The Train Station

CW: implied captivity Whump, implied conditioning, I think that's it?

Caretaker stood waiting in the busy train station, impatiently tapping their foot on the ground. Yesterday was the first time they’d heard from Whumpee in months. They’d been so worried that something happened to them. But the text yesterday eased that anxiety a bit. However, it caused a new one. ‘Meet me at the station at 5:00pm’ the text had stated bluntly. It was so unlike Whumpee, so.. cold. Usually their texts were excited, filled with caps letters pressed on accident, and lots of emojis. There was none of that now. 

They were so busy in their thoughts they didn’t even notice Whumpee standing behind them until they lightly tapped Caretakers shoulder. They spun around. 

“Oh Whumpee! I missed you! Where have you been? I’ve been loo-“ Caretaker stepped forward to embrace Whumpee but they stepped back, effectively dodging them. “Hey.. Whats wrong? Are you okay?” Whumpee looked tired. No longer bristling with energy like they used to. It was strange not to see a smile on their face. They held an envelope in their hand and they were shaking. 

“Whumpee?” 

“They told me to give this to you,” Whumpee practically whispered, shoving the envelope in their hand, eyes filling with tears. 

“Hey Whumpee?” “I have to go now.” They said, stepping back, disappearing into the crowd. Caretaker tried to go after them, but they lost them in the rush of people exiting and entering trains to get home. When they got home, the envelope contained a note and a single flash drive. ‘For Caretaker’ it read. When they inserted it into the computer and pressed play, their ears were met with Whumpee’s screams. 

[inkwell-and-dagger]

living weapon whumpees who, during the first few months of recovery with caretaker, are foreign to the concept of comfort‼️‼️‼️

have them flinching away from caretaker's soft touch because they believe they don't deserve it‼️‼️‼️

have a caretaker gently massage living weapon whumpee's shoulders, soothing words further adding to whumpee's overall confusion before they eventually lean into caretaker's warm touch‼️‼️‼️

have caretaker's soft words and hands holding whumpee's face snap them out of their conditioning after something / someone accidentally triggered them, startled at first before recognizing that, caretaker wasn't a threat, they were safe with them and that whumper wasn't here anymore ‼️‼️‼️

[dinkflocculent]

I love non-human whumpees so much!

- Horned whumpees that whumper takes advantage of.

- Whumpees that can purr (best for comfort).

- Whumpees who bite when threatened.

- Whumpees who growl in warning.

- Whumpees who have abilities that backfire when in captivity (horns, sensitive body parts, excellent hearing).

- Whumpees whose eyes change color based on emotion (cliche but whumperflies).

Non-human whumpees are great and are my preferred whumpee!! <3

[kelocitta]

Perhaps a more literal "Clerk Lover" than most abnormalities playfully given the title; Rat King shows significant variance in hostility when faced with high level employees vs. low rank ones. Teams otherwise completely decimated by its rampages may find themselves with stragglers who were merely forced out of the way in favor of more enticing prey, at least in the moment.

Naturally, Managers should take care to discourage any dangerous ideas about 'mercy' 'favoritism' or "kindness" lest they find abnormality containment units suddenly prone to failure.

[whereallthewhumpgoes]

Pet Recovery Counter-Conditioning Phrases

"I am my own person. I am allowed to prioritize my own needs and assert my own boundaries."

"I belong to myself and only myself."

"I deserve to be loved by others, touched gently, and treated with compassion."

(Romantic specific) "My body is mine. No one is allowed to do anything to my body against my will."

"I am a human being, and I am entitled to human rights, such as food, water, and sleep. My needs are not a privilege that I have to earn, they are human rights, and I will fulfill them when necessary."

"I can think for myself and take care of myself."

"I am a human being, not a slave. I am under no obligation to obey anyone's command."

"What happened to me was unjust. I did not deserve to be abused by my former master, and I will not tolerate abuse from them or anyone else."

"I am a good person."

"I have a right to be treated with dignity."

"I am not worthless. I have value apart from my master's attention."

(Romantic specific) "I am allowed to say no."

(Guard dog specific) "I am not a monster. In the past, I acted to protect myself, and I will continue to protect myself with or without my master."

"My rescuers are not a threat. My rescuers do not want to hurt me. My rescuers are safe people."

"If I am ever mistreated, I will report it to my rescuers as soon as possible."

"I do not need to lie to protect myself."

"I am allowed to love myself."

"I am encouraged to form relationships with the other recovered pets, and they will not be hurt if I interact with them."

(Bonded pair specific) "I do not need to protect my bond. I do not need to depend on my bond. My bond and I are our own people, and I am allowed to develop my own interests and take care of myself before my bond."

"I am a person, not a pet."

[suspensefulpen]

Nap

TW: Conditioned Captive Whumpee, Manipulation Attempt, Implied Drugging Attempt, Carewhumper

Athena smiled softly as she adjusted Emory’s clothing. Humming, she turned him around to face the mirror that stood behind him. “Aren’t you adorable?” 

Those words produced a static cloud over Emory’s mind. Seeing his own reflection made it worse. He was dressed in a white button up, black suit with a matching tie. He didn’t like this feeling. What was it coming from? He’d never felt like this when looking at himself before. At least… that he could remember. 

“What’s wrong, Emy?” Athena’s smile had faded when he looked at her in the mirror. He hesitated. 

“I don’t feel good…” He mumbled. 

Her brows knitted together as she turned him around to face her again. “What’s wrong? Do you need to sit down?” She leaned forward slightly to be at eye level with him, holding his face gently in her hands. 

“I don’t know, my head feels weird.” 

“Maybe you’re getting a headache. We can go sit down, I’ll make you some tea and give you medicine to feel better.” 

Despite her reassuring words, they only served to make the static even louder. Emory was led to the plush white sofa before Athena went off to get a cup. Confusion plagued his brain, even while he attempted to focus on something else. He glanced around the sitting room at the golden vases, the large fireplace across from him, the elegant end tables on either side of him, but nothing seemed to hold his attention for long enough to make the feeling go away. 

Even when the cup was placed in his hands, the coldness of it did nothing to ground him. He stared down at his reflection in the tea and grimaced. 

Maybe looking at himself wasn’t something he should’ve been doing. But Athena never said it was against the rules. And he was sure she wouldn’t have asked him to do it if it was. Then why did looking at himself make him feel so weird? And how come the tea wasn’t cheering him up like it usually does? At least, that’s what Athena always tells him. 

“Miss, I don’t think I want tea anymore.” Emory stated, breaking free from his trance. “I think I want to sleep instead.” 

“Why is that?” She raised a brow. 

He slowly shook his head. “I just don’t feel well. I think maybe a nap will fix it instead.” 

“Are you sure? You don’t want any medicine instead?” 

He paused to think. Maybe the medicine could help him. But it would eventually wear off, making the static and confusion come right back. 

“How about a bath and then a nap?” Athena suggested as her smile returned. “I think that will help relax you so you’ll sleep better.” 

“Um… I don’t want to waste your time Miss. What if I get in the bath and I don’t want to anymore? Like the tea.” 

“Are you sure you don’t want to try?” 

He thought for another moment. Did he really want another bath? He’d already taken one a couple of hours ago. Athena said that he needed it so that he could finally get a good hair wash. Another bath probably won’t solve this problem. 

“No thank you.” He shook his head, mind made up. “I want a nap. That’s all.” 

Athena’s eyes narrowed and her smile became forced. “Alright, why don’t we head upstairs?” 

Her grip on his shoulder on the way to his room made him nervous. Was he supposed to say yes? Was he supposed to drink the tea, take a bath and head to sleep? Was he making her angry by saying no? 

After changing into his pajamas, Emory curled under his blanket. He didn’t like this new feeling. He really hoped that it would go away and not be a constant bother. Everything had been going well living with Athena. At least… that he could remember. 

The static became greater as he attempted to recall any earlier memories. What exactly happened before Athena started taking care of him? Was he just always with her? Was there ever a time Emory wasn’t with Athena? Why couldn’t he remember anything? He held his head as if to somehow shield himself from the noise. 

Pulling the blanket over his head, Emory decided to take his nap.

[abhainnwhump]

Under mind control, Whumpee has no idea what they're doing. Then Whumper sets them free. Whumpee realizes they've done so much damage, they've harmed and killed so many people, they beg to go back under it. At least they won't feel or remember the pain.

[nocofamilyau]

total drama moment (4/8)

[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

cw pet whump, implied drugging, intimate whumper, conditioned whumpee, slightly suggestive

"What did you wish for this Christmas, kitten?" Whumper asked, loosening their tie. They were still fully dressed in their work clothes, while their pet was wearing soft, holiday themed pajamas.

They gave Whumper a sweet smile from their place on the couch, holding a mug of hot chocolate. "Snow."

Whumper chuckled, pulling off their tie and kicking off their shoes before joining Whumpee on the couch. "That's precious, honey. Well, it might not get that cold, but—" They pulled a small bag from their jacket pocket and held it up for their pet to see. "Close enough."

Whumpee made a soft noise of disagreement, holding their hot chocolate closer as though it would keep them safe. "Please, Master, you know I don't like that."

"You said you wanted snow, hm?" Whumper teased, reaching out to stroke Whumpee's hair. "Besides, I like how it makes you. I like seeing you all spacey, not worrying like you do all the time. I like when you're easy."

Whumpee looked up at them through their lashes. "Can we watch a Christmas movie first? And cuddle?"

The smirk on Whumper's face was replaced with a more earnest smile, and they kissed Whumpee's cheek. "Of course, kitten. We can make some cookies, too, if you want."

"Yes, please," Whumpee said, face lighting up. "And more hot chocolate?"

"Sure, honey," Whumper agreed. "It is Christmas Eve, after all."