anyone wanna lay down on my cool table? yeah haha no those leather straps are from the previous owner. oh that table with needles and medical supplies? oh thats nothing lol thats just decoration. yeah hop up onto my table im not gonna do anything. what do you mean "why are you holding a syringe"? its nothing. yeah no youre fine i just wannaa see your inner elbow, no reason

Awesome piece of an animation art 🤯 Reels by alindraws

Too beautiful not to reblog.

What is your favourite procedure/experiment in a lab whump fic/series? (aside from the obvious vivisection of course)

Intubation with whumpee awake is always fun

Yess awake intubation 😍

Brainwashing Chair CYOA 3- The Struggle

tw: pet whump, restraints, captivity, involuntary drugging

You chose: fake a struggle against the two men to sell the act

The two handlers are flanking either side of you, taking your arms and guiding you along. They're not really using force, as though they expect you to come with them without much resistance. 

But while you, the reporter, did sign up to do this, the character you're meant to be playing did not. It doesn't make sense for you to just go quietly, does it? You should struggle a bit to sell the act, and maybe get some juicy footage sent back to your group when you inevitably get subdued.

You take a deep breath, bracing yourself, and twist yourself out of the handlers' grasp just before they take you inside the double doors of the facility. "Let go of me!" you shout. "I don't want to be a pet! Let me go!"

Hopefully, that tiny microphone picked all that up. For a lot of people, this could be their first exposure to how pets are treated and trained, and --

You're caught off guard with how quickly the handlers grab you and press you against the wall. It's not forceful enough to hurt, but the cold concrete scrapes against your skin. "I told you to stay calm," says one of the handlers.

You see the needle out of the corner of your eye a split second before it pierces your skin. Shit! You just expected them to rough you up a bit, not go straight for drugs. You'd prefer to have your full faculties about you as you enter the facility, but it's too late now, with the cold fluid entering your neck.

They pull you away from the wall, your head already beginning to spin. What's in this stuff? Ugh, you should've known this would happen. After all, pets are always physically "perfect", so they had to be using means of control that... that...

The world blurs, and your thoughts slow down. You're too disoriented to put up any more of a fight, fake or otherwise, as they resume dragging you into the building. You're shaking your head in a futile effort to try and stave off the effects of the drug, but it's no use.

You blink, and you're standing in front of a desk. A hospital? It looks like a hospital desk. No... you blanked out for a moment. You're in the pet facility, you remember. It's a sterile, clinical place that really doesn't look much different from a medical building, though, and the receptionist behind the counter is a young woman in a green dress. You fight to keep focus. You have to keep yourself alert to...

...what was it you're doing here...? It's something... complicated, and whatever they put in your system is making complicated thoughts very, very difficult.

"New pet intake?" she says, tapping on her keyboard. "Name?"

You're not sure if she's asking you or one of the handlers.

Psych Whump Masterlist

This is going to be my go-to list every time I find something with medical or psych whump in it that I want to remember. I'll reblog it frequently and try to keep it updated but it's going to start small because good psych whump is so hard to find. (This in no way endorses medical abuse, I'm a mentally ill individual but I love consuming psych whump in media. Just about everything in these movies, books, etc are at the very least morally gray so consume at your own risk. Also, I only enjoy these things in fiction. Irl it makes me sick to my stomach, I know bc I've experienced some of this.) I'll try to add trigger warnings for each one but I might miss some so I apologize in advance. If you have any recommendations please message me! I'm scouring the internet for good psych whump but medical/sickfic whump is also wanted.

Movies:

TV Shows:

Books:

OG Works (not mine):

Note: If something you made is on this list and you want me to remove it, please message me and I will. I don't check messages very often but it doesn't mean I'm ignoring you, I just forget I have a tumble sometimes.)

Awww thank you for the mention that is so sweet! 😭

there are gay bars and lesbian bars and then “normal” straight bars so i think there should be aroace bars where absolutely none of that happens and we can sit there and discuss warhammer lore instead

i think that would be cool

oxygen mask

Söz (83. Bölüm) || unknown

Me before you || 911 fox (S4E14)

unknown || Polish series Na Dobre i na złe (E?)

All Saints (S9 E39) || Home and Away (6256)

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Reblog to STAB AGAIN

sometimes a follower is just an honorary mutual

if you’re in my notifications enough i will pop open your blog when you like a post and check in on you. maybe reblog a post or two

Okey this is very funny

Glad to know it's not just me 🤣

I have a very specific whump idea for y’all but to get to it you will have to listen to my historical ramblings. But I promise there is a whump prompt at the end.

So, Revolution-era France, when everybody was chopping everybody else’s heads off with the guillotine, ended after Robespierre, the man behind the whole thing, was himself beheaded. The nobility, who had been the main targets of the guillotine, reacted to the Revolution ending in a…rather macabre way.

They started dressing differently. The men often wore very bright colors and outrageously elaborate suits of clothes, as a symbol of the return to the noble days.

Women went a different direction- they started dressing like the guillotine victims.

Before a prisoner was beheaded, their hair would be cut short, so that nothing would interfere with the guillotine blade. Women after the Revolution mimicked this, cutting their hair short and baring their necks in one of the first acceptable short hair trends for women (known as coiffure a la victime.) They would wear thin, gauzy white dresses to copy the way prisoners often were only allowed to wear their undergarments when they were in prison before their execution. Since prisoners went to the guillotine barefoot, women started to go barefoot to match. Red shawls were also popular- the assassin Charlotte Corday wore a red shawl to her execution, so women copied her look. Red chokers, ribbons, or necklaces around the neck, where the guillotine would have cut, became fashionable across the board. Women would have “prison portraits” painted of themselves in these outfits as if they were languishing in a cold, dark prison cell, pretending to be victims of the guillotine.

Basically, the national trauma of the Revolution became a fashion trend. It was likely a way to heal from the experience and feel closer to those that had been lost to the guillotine, and also poking fun at the failed Revolution by dressing like its victims.

But they took it to really absurd levels. There’s one part of this in particular that I’m fascinated by, even though the actual historicity of it is debatable.

Bals de la victimes- victim’s balls.

These were (supposedly) grand balls held by the recovering nobility. Sometimes, the guest list was restricted to people who had lost relatives to the guillotine or narrowly escaped it themselves- one ball was allegedly held specifically for the now-adult children of guillotined nobles.

Everything about these balls was meant to evoke this trend. You would come wearing either black mourning clothes or one of those prisoner-esque outfits, and you would wear one of the red strings or ribbons around your neck. Instead of gracefully bowing to your dancing partner, you would nod your head sharply downward to mimic the moment of decapitation. Often, people who had been in prison during the Revolution were the guests of honor.

So, what does all this have to do with whump?

I’ve been thinking about this idea for a bit now, of taking something traumatic and turning it into an elaborate parody for the sake of fashion. And I’m thinking…what if whumpers did that?

I imagine a whole room full of whumpers, dressed in fine fabrics tastefully ripped and torn and stained to evoke the imagery of the people they’re holding captive back home. Silk “bandages” wrapped over nonexistent wounds. Jewelry carefully designed to look like shackles and collars. Hair styled just messy enough to look as if it hasn’t been cared for. Makeup done to resemble hollow-cheeked, bruised faces. Maybe even fake scars and injuries painted on, bloodstains that are meant to be beautiful.

Perhaps the food served at this party is designed to resemble the kind of simple fare a whumpee usually gets- gruel or table scraps or what-have-you, though of course it’s all the best ingredients and only made to look that way. Maybe the room is decorated to look like a prison cell, or a bare cellar or attic, or a laboratory. Maybe there’s weapons or torture devices hung up on the walls, although they’re not real, just pretty fakes. Maybe someone brings their actual whumpee to attend as the “guest of honor”, and the guests bombard them all night, demanding to know what being a whumpee is really like, wanting every last detail so that they can make the next ball even more realistic.

Just- that whole concept of taking something so intensely traumatic and turning it into nothing more than a party theme. It’s fascinating to me and if I have the time, I’m going to try and write something with it. At the moment, though, it’s going to live here as a whump prompt.

(I told you there’d be whump at the end.)

Febuwhump Day 1: Helpless

tw: forced drugging, restraints, medical whump, forced brain surgery, implied mind control, stun weapon

It was like hitting a brick wall.

One minute, Toshiro was slamming into henchman after henchman, taking them out at a speed faster than the human mind could comprehend. The next minute, his face was rapidly meeting the floor.

His ears were ringing, his vision blurring as his eyes threatened to close on him. His muscles were weak, and it was if someone had pulled the plug on the nerves connecting his brain to his body. The tile floor was cold against his cheek as he fell to the floor with an embarrassing thump, as gracefully as a sack of potatoes, and equally able to move.

Some kind of stun gun. Stunning... thing. Vibrations. His newly fogged mind tried to reason through the situation. He was in the middle of Dr. Moon's lair, and although he'd cut a wide swath through her armored goons and lab interns, he hadn't spotted the good doctor herself yet. 

Which meant that this was probably all a trap, and he had obligingly raced into it at top speed.

chemical imbalance

You know that trope where horrifying things are treated as mundane? You know that trope where the whumper is talking around the whumpee like they aren't even a person? This is that story.

TW: alien abduction, alien parasites, body horror, brainwashing, mind control, restraints, tentacles, forced drugging, forced medical examination, complete dehumanization, condescension, defiant whumpee

The receptionist was young and lovely, their skin a fetching shade of blue-purple, and their human host was healthy and smiling, with the dazed, glassy expression that indicated it was well taken care of.

5X2 couldn't help the wave of intense jealousy. Their own human host's gut churned in panic. It was lucid enough to know it was being brought to the doctor, and didn't like the idea at all, stress hormones flooding its fragile body. 5X2 pumped out chemicals to soothe it, beamed calming imagery into its mind, even tried to reassure it through its psychic connection that it was just the doctor, the doctor was going to help it, and hopefully they'd both be feeling better. 

All of their efforts only put the smallest dent in the distress their host was feeling. Well, no wonder -- 5X2 couldn't even remember the last time their poor host had properly slept. They took a deep breath, reassuring their human host that they weren't angry at it, not at all. They loved their host and knew it wasn't its fault it was struggling so hard. The host thrashed mentally, adrenaline rising, coming dangerously close to waking fully as 5X2 wrangled its consciousness back under control.

"I'm 5X2-YLL, and I'm here for my 3100 appointment," they said to the receptionist, hoping they couldn't tell how much trouble they were having with their human.

Sympathetic waves rolled from the receptionist as they looked 5X2 up and down. Oh, they could tell. 5X2 knew their human looked an absolute mess, with a wild expression, deep bags under its eyes, and poor hygiene. The past few days, 5X2 had even taken sick leave from work, embarrassed to go out in public in this state -- that's how they knew they had no choice but to make a doctor's appointment.

INCREDIBLE OML

I wrote this one in a Pinterest comment for a forced sedation whump prompt.

"No, let me out of here", Whumpee staggered to the elevator. They attempted to hit the down button, but definitely missed and hit the wall.

They felt something sharp poke into their arm, they turned to see Caretaker stepping away, they eyed the needle.

"Bastard", Whumpee groaned as they slunk to the floor.

Caretaker sat down next to them, "you left me no other options, I'll take care of you though, don't worry."

Whumpees eyes starred to get heavy, "you better", they mumbled, then drifted off.