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Friends, I was sifting through some old docs of my writing and came across a file simply titled vibes. And may I say, what delightful vibes they are. Good job, past me. Feel free to steal.

“No, you can't!” you say. But before the words even leave your lips you know they were a mistake.

“I can't, can I,” he says, eyes glinting dangerously.

“You—”

Your hands curl around the bars of your cell.

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Concerned character peeling back clothing to reveal a secret wound on injured character’s upper body.

Wounded character offering repeat apologies when their blood smears on companion character’s skin.

Protective character moved to affectionate scolding as they bandage clumsy character’s recent scrapes.

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AN: not even sure what to title this honestly. It's really short and kinda bad but here we are.

Tagging: @tildeathiwillwrite @whumplicity

CWs: dislocation, sedatives, passing out

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Leader wasn't supposed to be seen like this. She was the strong one. She was supposed to be the one they look to in a crisis. She should not have been collapsed just inside the side door of their headquarters.

Leader had barely managed to limp her way there, the bullet in her calf making the ordeal all the more painful. She barely had the strength to call out to her team, hoping at least one of them was awake at such an ungodly hour of the night. They'd found her hyperventilating, clutching her leg, her other arm laying limp on the floor, dislocated.

Before long, she was being propped up by Sharpshooter, her head on his shoulder. A cocktail of sedatives were slowly making their way through her system, making the world spin.

It scared Leader, to be out of control. She couldn't lift her head, staring at the familiar fluorescent lighting above. Her limbs felt as though they'd been turned into lead. So when Medic gently lifted her dislocated arm, bracing her hand against their shoulder, it only made her more disoriented.

"This is going to hurt like a bitch." Sharpshooter said, speaking clearly beside her ear.

Just as she began to respond, slurring her speech horribly, pain flared through her shoulder. Leader screamed. Genuinely screamed.

She was positive she'd never screamed around them before. Leader couldn't look at their expressions. She couldn't see the disappointment they had in their leader.

Another round of sedatives rolled over her senses as Medic returned their attention to her leg. She simply passed out.

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From Scratch - #3: Potatoes

Content warnings: captivity, restraints (chain), needle, collar, (memory of) drugging, hunger

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⠀Robin groaned, tilted their head to the other side. Their eyes cracked open gradually, adjusting to the light pouring down on them. It was too much. Their vision was nothing but a blur, and their head spun, and they weren't even sure if they were sitting or lying, or suspended, or what-have-you... They felt sick. Sick and empty. A little comforting, they thought, knowing that if it came to that, they wouldn't even have anything to throw up with. Less cleaning required...

⠀They were trapped, their mind screamed. Trapped, tied to a table, and having something injected into them. Break out, now, right now!

⠀Robin sat up with a sharp gasp, eyes blowing wide open as hair fell over their face from the sudden start. They raised their right hand to swat it out of the way, then rubbed the gunk away from the corners of their eyes.

⠀They were... on another table. This time, though, instead of being sprawled across bare metal, they had some sort of thin blanket separating them from it. A pillow, too, upon which they had been laying a few moments ago, apparently.

⠀They raised their left hand to... They didn't raise their left hand. It got caught on something, it seemed, as what followed was some sort of clinking.

⠀Restraints, right, restraints! They reached to try and break themselves free of them. They reached for nothing, because there weren't any.

⠀Right. RIght! Stupid, they just sat up and did all that which required room for movement. So they were free? Robin moved their legs, the blanket moving along and wrinkling, slipping a little off the corner. They were free! Where were their pants, again? Ah, whatever, better care about it when they're out.

⠀...They should really follow through with this as soon as possible, or else they risked seeing that mad girl again. They slung one leg, then another off the "bed" that they'd been resting on and looked across the room. Their vision had cleared almost fully by now, so naturally, they had no problem spotting the door. And if it'd been locked? They didn't think that far yet. They'd cross that bridge when they got to it.

⠀Robin pushed themselves off the table, immediatelly taking a step towards the way out. As soon as they lifted a leg, something tugged on their left hand again, prevented them from advancing any further, made them stumble to their knees, air escaping their lungs from surprise. They hit the hard floor with their kneecaps, croaking in pain. Robin slumped onto their side, upper body lifted in the air by the thing their hand was trapped in.

⠀Casting a glance upwards, it turned out to be a chain. Their wrist was manacled and tethered to the wall with a chain, pulled taut by their distance and digging into their flesh. It hurt.

⠀Robin wiggled their arm in the air, coming to terms with the new development. They slowly stood up from the ground and sat back down on the table, the chain relaxing and letting go of the bottom of their palm. A thin line from being pressed on was left on their skin, but it would smooth over in a few moments.

⠀Meanwhile, they took to rubbing their knees to aleviate the pain from the fall, which had numbed already, to Robin's surprise. So their plan was foiled even before they started with its execution. Of course they weren't free.

⠀This was better than being fully restrained, of course, and the very recent experience of having been almost utterly immobile made it a little easier to keep themselves from freaking out. Too much, at least. They noticed how ragged their breathing was and how the world spun at the edges of their vision. At least their panic was quiet this time.

⠀Let's recollect. They had been outside, one. They had been hit in the head - it barely hurt now, that much they noticed - two. They had woken up in some creepy room, three. They had been knocked out, four. And now, they were here.

⠀The room looked very similar to where they've been before, if unfurnished, so they must still be in the same building. That was... no, it wasn't reassuring. But at least it meant that they knew the face of the person responsible for their predicament.

⠀Their thoughts were too shallow to try and figure out the reason behind their capture, so they latched onto what held the most momentary importance, which was figuring out a way to get out of the shackle. It took a few minutes of tugging at the chain and trying to unscrew it at the base for Robin to come to the conclusion that, in generic fashion, they had to saw their hand off. How to go about it, they weren't sure...

⠀Luckily, they were spared from conceiving a new plan in all the gruesome details it would entail by the click of a lock, followed by the door being swung open. Or rather slammed open as they caught a glimpse of a lifted leg being quickly put back to the ground for the newcomer to maintain their balance. Her balance, because who else could it be other than Mavis.

⠀"Good morning!" Her voice rang through the empty room as she shut the door behind with her foot, a metal tray in her hands. The clinking of ceramic preceded the unmistakable smell of food wafting over to Robin. That got them salivating quick. Their eyes, however, couldn't manage to leave the face of the person carrying it.

⠀Mavis continued while walking closer, "I've brought you something fancy as a welcome gift. You've gotten accustomed to your situation already, yes?" She glanced over the cuff around their wrist. Robin wasn't sure if the question was rhetorical. "Listen--" they began, but were cut off by the tray hitting the spot next to them. The thud was dulled by the fabric layered over the frame of their bed. They would be calling it that not for much longer, hopefully... Surely, even!

⠀Mavis stepped to the side, just out of their reach. Unluckily, they were very hungry, and the hunger dampened their thoughts so much they hadn't even thought of grabbing her. And now they could only stare at the plates in front of them, stomach growling. Was that really where their priorities lay?

⠀Fried potato wedges along with some sausage strips, a whole braid of sulguni on the side. A bowl of some sort of salad where they spotted uneavenly cut red onion. Smelled acidic.

⠀"That's the last of any sort of cheese I've got, mind you." Mavis said matter-of-factly, "I've specifically saved it for when I, um, got a... subject, I guess..." She raised a hand to her mouth, her head tilted downwards, pondering on something. "Eighty? Yeah, I think so. So-" she pulled her hand back down, waved it slightly. "Welcome to living here!"

⠀"Lady..." Robin shifted their weight away from the tray, but didn't scoot away yet. "What the hell is happening here?" They were so relieved that they sounded a lot more level than before being pulled under. A lot more confident. Maybe they could find a way to leave yet. What were they even thinking, of course they could!

⠀"Okay, well, as I've said, you're helping me." Mavis kept humming inbetween sentences while trying to find the right words. "We'll be giving you daily doses of... of... Hm." She cleared her throat, "And then you're working better for what I've got in mind, and then we help some people out, and we're clear! How's that sound?"

⠀"Huh?"

⠀"Sorry, I'm new to this, ha-ha..." Mavis averted her eyes and chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of her neck.

⠀"N-no, no, you misunderstand, I-" Stuttering again. Fuck. "I don't give a damn about what'your plans are! That was- I meant- I meant that I'm not doing whatever you want. I want out. Do you understand me? Out of here!" No more pleading.

⠀Mavis just... shrugged and shook her head. This woman was a puzzle.

⠀Upon their raised eyebrow, she elaborated: "You're not getting out, I told you. Um, not until you can't return anymore. So you'd better eat up and gather as much energy as possible. You'll need it." Her index finger was firmly pointed at the tray. Which, truth be told, smelled and looked so appetizing to their starving mind that they had to fight not to get distracted from the important matter of getting the hell out of this lunatic's... uh... where were they?

⠀A good point to latch onto. What sort of place had a room with a chain installed into a wall? They doubted Mavis could manage to do something like that. But then again, she'd knocked them out and brought them to who-knows-where, so...

⠀"Where am I?" they asked before their train of thought got out of hand and winced. They should really stop sounding this pathetic.

⠀Mavis shifted her weight, humming under her breath. The silence stretched way too long for an answer as simple as that.

⠀"You know Occulabs?" she finally, warily, responded.

⠀"No?"

⠀"Oh. Um," Mavis' hands clasped behind her back with a quiet snap, "It's kind of... a corporation..? That performed incredible feats of... genetic modifications. You're here now. Because I need your help!" Mavis incinuated again, though it did little to persuade them.

⠀"Why am I chained up?" Robin lifted the hand upon which lay the heavy metal shackle. It required a little effort.

⠀"So you don't run away."

⠀"No, I--" they inhaled shakily. Did Mavis see nothing wrong with this? Did she not think this was horror come to life? "Why is there even a chain in here? I don't... want to be in one."

⠀"Well, you're staying in one until I'm sure you don't... maul me." Robin was sure her eyes darted to their mouth, if only for a moment. "How are you feeling, by the way?"

⠀At this point, they were acutely aware of how quick their heartbeat was, it echoed in their ears and throbbed through the bound wrist. Each breath they drew in ended up shallow. "Why is there a chain here?"

⠀"Oh, right!" Mavis' voice rang across the room, her peppy tone like chalk over blackboard to their ears. "There were many other people in here before, you know. So don't think you're special, or something like that! I can... get rid of you whenever I want!" However strained her threat wasn't, it still made their heart skip a beat. "And this used to be where we trained them."

⠀"Trained?"

⠀"Yeah. Beat up, splashed with water, left them to starve sometimes... Lots of things I'm missing, probably... Well, we did all that stuff until they did what we want." Her gaze fell on Robin's shocked face. She took the opportunity to scare them. "So... you better behave unless you want to end up going through that, too. I've got experience."

⠀Robin swallowed thickly and nodded. Their fears had been confirmed so casually. This really was some kind of torture facility.

⠀Fuck. Fucking shit, that was horrible. What had they gotten into? Into being tortured for no reason at all. Maybe...

⠀"Okay! Okay, I'll help you. Um, what do- what do-" Keep calm. "What do I need to do?"

⠀"Do you even listen?" Mavis sighed exasperatedly like it wasn't her fault that they were acting like they were under pressure, which, well, they were. Under a lot of it. As far as they were concerned, their life depended on this. And they really wanted to keep that. "We'll get there after we're done with your course, which will consist of a bunch of injections daily... Are you following so far?"

⠀"Uh huh... And what's in the injections?"

⠀"I dunno, her handwriting's horrible. I took pre-mades." Mavis' hand reached down her pocket, very slowly, carefully.

⠀"Whose handwriting?"

⠀"Uh, no one's."

⠀Now Robin was the one to sigh. "Okay." An inhale to steady themselves. They'd be taking some unknown substances. Okay, fine. Fine, that's the price for making it out alive. Even if they developed mysterious illnesses or grew fucking feathers, it didn't matter. They should just keep telling that to themselves. "And for how long?"

⠀"Like, a year and some at the least."

⠀"H-huh? But I can't--" Robin began their complaint only to be cut off by Mavis, who was apparently not done talking yet. Was it their imagination, or was she herself starting to sound a little more nervous?

⠀"Y-yeah, I'd like to, um, get over with it a little quicker, cause I can't take too long, I think, uh, so we're going to rush it a little, hope you turn out fine by the end of it, and--"

⠀"Shut your mouth! Shut the hell up! I'm not..." Robin took in a shaky breath. "I'm not staying here for that long! Do you think I don't have a life? Do you- do you think I can afford staying here for a year? And some?" Just how long was "some" exactly? "Do you think..." Robin slumped down, their head buried in hands. "Fuck..."

⠀Footsteps. Mavis was coming closer, they knew. "Hey, it's fine..." they heard right before feeling something touch the top of their head. No, no, no! They were not having it!

⠀They immediatelly flinched away and slapped Mavis away with a scowl etched on their face. That scowl faded to distraught surprise when they noticed something held not too far from their arm. A syringe, which Mavis quickly withdrew.

⠀"Sorry to surprise you, I thought you wouldn't notice and it'd be over quick," she gave an explanation and when Robin angled their arm to take a swing at the syringe, raised it further away, above her head. "And don't swat at it! Else I'll..." with her free hand, she fetched something else from her other pocket, a thing at the sight of which they froze.

⠀They hadn't thought about it priorly, didn't really remember the details of it, but just looking at it, the remote, sent a shiver down the spine and their hands towards the collar of which they were now acutely aware. They remembered falling asleep now, how scary it was to lose control, to be aware of the fact that in a few seconds you'd be left vulnerable, left unable to do absolutely anything. That fear flooded their consciousness, yelled at them to prevent this from happening again, but their body couldn't do much on its own. Completely frozen.

⠀"That's right." Mavis' figure drew closer and closer, the wicked thing by her side, threatening to be pressed. Without any other word - or maybe there were, but they weren't listening - she sat by them, prepared the injection, reached towards their arm. Robin flinched, but didn't do much else. They didn't dare move. In a blink of a moment, it was done and she put the remote away, still sitting on the slab.

⠀"And that's the first one done!" she said while wiping away the drop of blood with her wrist. "How was it?"

⠀Silence. "U-uh..." Robin tried to respond, but just couldn't string the words together.

⠀Mavis hummed, threw a glance towards the plate with the now lukewarm potatoes. "I'll go heat it up since you've endured your first injection so well. You deserve it."

⠀She reached over to pick the plate up, stood up and hurried out the door. Robin couldn't muster a single sound out. And this would be their life for such long of a time?

⠀They felt like throwing up.

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Nonhuman CareWhumper

Alien Carewhumper removing foreign objects from Whumpee's body during a routine scan not realizing they just removed the pins holding their leg together or some other medical implant.

Angel Carewhumper 'blessing' Whumpee by healing their body to an undamaged state, not knowing that Whumpee had gotten those lost pieces removed on purpose.

Imagine Whumpee not knowing. Wondering why their body has started to fail without warning. Why the issues they'd fixed years ago were suddenly making a comeback.

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Please please I need a scientist whumpee who sacrifices themself as a test subject for their experiments and their well-meaning lab assistant doesn't save them... but forces them to continue past even the point they had planned.

When they're out and about, they share everyone's worries about the scientist overworking themself. But in reality, the assistant is forcing them to stay locked up :)

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I feel like a lot of whump forgets that a lot of the time, people just aren't in places with options to make people safe/comfortable so here are some suggestions:

Office worker passing out and being wheeled out of their cubicle in an office chair

Feverish whumpee being wrapped in a picnic blanket as they wait for their ride home

Warehouse worker having industrial foam being placed against hard surfaces as they have a seizure

Traffic cones and detour signs being placed around a road worker having a psychotic episode in the middle of the road

Veterinarian using veterinary-grade medication on a pet owner having a severe asthma attack

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For the five sentence fics

Whumpee thought they'd never see the sky again...

Whumpee thought they'd never see the sky again... but here they were, out in the open fields, lying on their back and watching the clouds pass by. They were free.

"That one looks like a fucked up mushroom," Caretaker — their partner — said, pointing up at one.

"It does," they said with a smile. "That one looks like a seal."

It was so innocent. So mundane. And yet, Whumpee wanted to cry tears of joy.

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Whumpee who is in a position where they need to learn. Living weapon, maybe royal, maybe something else.

They get hurt a lot. That's just part of it. Punishment, training, they need to learn how to deal with pain. How to be strong.

So they're after a punishment/training session, and everything just hurts. It's worse than usual. Maybe they already had a bad week, things were going wrong, they're tired and now this, they know they need to push through and be strong but everything just hurts and-

They look up, panting, sweating, eyes desperate. Looking at the door, the window, the roof, anything, anything- They just want out, they want to stop, please, just find a way out, let me run away from this place-

But they can't. They know there isn't a way. If they run out the door, they'll get punished. If they escape through the window, they have to come back or will be found. (Maybe Whumpee does have freedom, but they know there is no end. Maybe it's a royal Whumpee, and they always have to come back. It's their duty. They can't run.)

So they push that desperation down. The only way out is through.

Feel. Endure. Learn. Grow.

It'll be easier next time.

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i feel like you guys should know that I accidentally dripped blood onto a white tiled floor and my first thought was “ooh the aesthetic’s cool even irl!” so

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A strong/stoic/defiant whumpee silently wishing that someone would protect them, just once. That’s all they ask for.

I feel like this would hit especially hard if the “someone” in question is like, idk, an emotionally absent/neglectful parent or something

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Cat man chair

Keep the cat man in front of the screen so he work and stay where he supposed to be. Forbidden captivity office chair

open space in the back so his tail don't get crushed under his ass, tail have dedicate tail pouch to keep the tail from being run over or step on

wrist restraint have tether so he can type and use the pc (with restrict access)

shoulder strap to keep him unshrimp (look at you every HPC nerd in my follower list)

chair have wheel so he can be roll to other place to use as exam chair or punishment

he normally got some degree of freedom to walk around in the lab when he made to work but if he being stubborn or only do computer work he got put in the chair, there are also staff in the room to keep eye on him

even in the chair, cat man would still correcting big pharma staff when they doing shit job. because once a scientist always a scientist and he will not let bad lab protocol pass

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Fight whump

content: beating, exhaustion, fear, gang whump vibes, recovery, PTSD

Whumpee fighting way too many people at once

Getting more and more tired. Knocked down with a loud cry when they hit. Getting back up slower each time.

When a third party enters the fight and whumpee just gets that set-jawed expression as they realize they might not get out of this one

when a whole new group of whumpers arrives and whumpee's body slumps. they had just started to hope.

Whumpers that just want to beat the crap out of whumpee to teach them a lesson

Whumpers that want to kill whumpee and whumpee knows they cannot afford to give up

Whumpee laying on the ground helpless and grimacing as whumper comes in for a home-run knee to the chest

whumpee getting thrown into things and vocal winces turning into groans

When they limp around after the fight holding the parts that got hurt

The looks exchanged between whumpers and whumpee. One threatening and snide, one dark and haunted.

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I love you, doctor that Whumper hired to nurse Whumpee back to health and whose life is in jeopardy if Whumpee doesn't make it. Are you feeling stressed? Is Whumper yelling at you? Is Whumpee on death's door and do you not have the proper equipment to effectively heal them? Have you thought about the ramifications if Whumpee does heal? Do you think maybe Whumpee would be better off if they never woke up?

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Whumpees who have been resurrected by supernatural means...

Whumpee who bears the guilt of the trade for another life [or more than one life or something else that's important to the person who brought them back]

Whumpee who remembers "the other side" and misses it

Whumpee who remembers "the other side" and fears it and dying again

Whumpee who doesn't remember "the other side" and is afraid

Whumpee who no longer fears death

Whumpee who is terrified of dying again

Whumpee who remembers the act of dying and the pain and violence of it

Whumpee who is terrified they came back wrong

Whumpee who did come back wrong

Whumpee who didn't cone back but with trauma and thinks that it's them coming back wrong

Whumpee who still has marks of death on them

Whumpee whose body is a blank slate

Whumpee who remembers burial and being buried alive

Whumpee who remembers their body coming back together

Just Whumpees who died and came back.

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Whumpee who's just kinda. Weirded out when caretaker takes their distress seriously.

Who puts even more effort into conceal don't feel, not because they fear punishment. They know they're not being hurt this is definitely caretaker trying to help. Just. Can they not.

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Comic relief whumpee + Caretaker who is usually very annoyed by her please thank you i love your blog

you're so sweet, thank you! i'm glad you like it! let's go!

whumpee: wants to boost team morale with jokes, struggles to take things seriously. she's seemingly never down or sad, even when she should be stressed and upset over things.

caretaker: very serious person. pretty much alone in disliking whumpee, but she can't stand her being so talkative and goofing around. when whumpee needs help, they have no choice but to step in even though she has no idea how to take care of her.

situation: the member of their group of 3 has to leave for a few days. caretaker super isnt looking forward to being alone with whumpee all week, but to their surprise, whumpee is nowhere to be found. she's been in her room all day, suspiciously quiet. caretaker gets curious and decides to knock on her door to see what she's planning, only to find her still in bed. she flinches hard when caretaker turns on the light, begging for her to keep it off and leave her alone. caretaker presses, and she admits to having a severe migraine. caretaker immediately starts grabbing things to help--medicine she's been too dizzy to get up and get, plain toast to keep her from adding low blood sugar headache on top of it, gatorade to replenish the electrolytes she's lost from vomiting. she finds a secret soft spot in her heart for whumpee <3