Collecting a venom sample 👀 This comic is based on @kuroshiroganee ‘s  Cipped part 2!!

CILLIAN MURPHY as ROBERT FISCHER INCEPTION (2010) dir. Christopher Nolan

Whump Ask Game

For the Writer

1. When did you first start writing whump?

2. What made you finally start writing?

3. What are your favourite tropes?

4. What are your least favourite tropes?

5. Squicks?

6. How do you feel about noncon in writing? Do you/would you ever write it?

7. Favourite whump writers?

8. Favourite kind of Whumpee?

9. Favourite kind of whumper?

10. Favourite kind of caretaker?

For Whumpee

11. How old are you?

12. What is your least favourite punishment?

13. What is the worst thing that could happen to you right now?

14. How long have you been captive?

15. How do you feel about whumper?

16. How do you feel about caretaker?

17. Do you ever feel unwanted? By whom?

18. What’s the least-bad punishment you’ve ever received?

19. Are you ever able to have a moment to yourself?

20. When was your first punishment? How bad was it compared to what’s happened since?

For Whumper

21. How old were you the first time you whumped someone? How long has it been since then?

22. What is the youngest Whumpee you’ve ever had?

23. What’s the oldest Whumpee you’ve ever had?

24. What made you start whumping in the first place?

25. What are your motivations now?

26. What is your favourite torture method?

27. What is the lightest torture method you’ve used?

28. Have you ever gone too far? If so, what did you do when that happened?

29. Have you ever whumped on behalf of someone else?

30. What do you look for in a Whumpee?

For Caretaker

31. What made you start caring for Whumpee?

32. How long have you been a caretaker?

33. What’s the worst wound you’ve ever dressed?

34. Have you ever had to take whumpee to the hospital?

35. Have you ever gotten tired of whumpee?

36. How far would you be willing to go to protect whumpee? Kill someone? Die? Be tortured?

37. Has whumpee ever slept in your bed? Why?

38. Do you think whumpee deserved what happened to him at all?

39. Do you want to take revenge on whumper?

40. Would you ever give whumpee up to be cared for by someone else?

I absolutely love when a character is trying to hide injuries or just how sore they are by moving around like normal. They’ve perfected walking without wincing, ignoring the pain as they sit down or stand up, maybe even running.

But then as soon as they’re out of sight, the second they make it home and the door closes behind them, they just collapse to the floor in tears.

Someone who's stubborn and unwilling to admit they are sick getting dizzy due their fever/illness in general. Someone else notices something's off (more off than has been until then) and asks them if they are all right... despite their unwillingness to say they are sick, they do admit they are "just a little dizzy".

this or that - medical settings (2)

this or that - medical settings (3)

this or that - captivity whump (18)

this or that - environmental whump (6)

this or that - medical settings (7)

I absolutely love when a character is trying to hide injuries or just how sore they are by moving around like normal. They’ve perfected walking without wincing, ignoring the pain as they sit down or stand up, maybe even running.

But then as soon as they’re out of sight, the second they make it home and the door closes behind them, they just collapse to the floor in tears.

Medwhump may - Day 2

Running out of time

@medwhumpmay

Part 1 (here)

Tw: absolutely no medical accuracy, medical whump, gore

Little did she know, how justified her angst was. Little did they know, how this was not going to be routine.

"Everything looks good." The assistent anounced, pulling his eyes from the monitor and nodding at the head surgeon.

"Lets get this over with then. Little girl had quiet the scare. Right Amy." The surgeon looked briefly to the assisting nurse of his own assistent, which gave an encouraging squeeze to the unconscious lady's shoulder on the table, being ventilated during her surgery.

Steady gloved hands let the scalpel to her skin, which had a brown teint, from being wiped down with idion.

Blood instantly pressed out of the first cut, separating layers of skin. The assistent came with a wipe to help the surgeon see what he was doing. A second cut, same place but deeper, more blood bobbled out, starting to flow down right and left of her body.

"Damn, got a little bloody Mary here." The surgeon was joking, but never pulling his eyes from his task or losing his professionell expression. A third cut separating muscle tissue. "We're here. Lets roll."

The man in charge handed the bloody scalpel to his assisting nurse and his own assistent cleaned more blood from the edges of that fresh laceration.

There was a glitch in her heartbeat. Eyes quickly went to the monitor. But the rhythm was steady again, had picked up a few numbers. "Nothing to worry about. She's making up for the bloodloss." His bloody gloves roamed above the new cut for a second, making sure, that it was actually just a glitch. "You're doing great, hunny." He encouraged her, while his assistent handed over the surgical retractor.

While his colleague kept the wound open, the surgeon set the medical equipment in place. After making sure, he turned the screw to fixate them.

"Poor thing." The assistent state having a good look inside her body.

A beep from the side of the operation table. The surgeon was just about to wrap his fingers around the equipment his assistent was passing him, but stopped in the middle of his movement.

"Oh no no no, hunny." But her heartbeat suddenly jumped from a steady fast rhythm into a frantic parade. Other vitals did too.

"SHIT!" The assistent yelled. Both their nurses fastly pushed their carts with all the other equipment out of the way. So the younger surgeon could step to her right side. His arms already stretched out and his interlocked fingers craved her ribs in.

The anesthesiologist, who was watching his female patient the whole time, pulled the hose connecting the et tube to the ventilator apart. The assisting nurse of the head surgeon was already handing him the ambu bag, which he attached instead.

"Epinephrine in the mainport." The assistent's nurse Amy was already pushing the syringe into the port in the young ladys arm, regretting her plain words, that this was merely routine.

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Medwhump may - Day 1

Under anasthesia

@medwhumpmay

Tw: kinda emotional whump, angst, medical whump

"Not a fan." She heard herself mumble. This tiny dimly lighted room was like purgatory and that she could actually see the busy routine of the OR in the periphery of her vision was all the more frightening. Just an open door seperated her from one of her biggest fears. Being helpless and vulnerable, all alone depending on someone else.

"It's all right. We're all here to take care of you. But you need to calm down, please."

The nurse was sweet talking, but it didn't help. Her heartbeat was a hectic jumble on the monitor. At least it wasn't like in the movies and there was no sound, displaying her angst even audible. Her breath was already doing that. It came in stiffled puffs. She was trying everything not to slip into a panic attack.

The tiny sheet was doing nothing to make her comfortable in anyway, laying under it in her birthday suit. She was actually thrembling, yet trying to hide it. Unsucessfully.

The nurse and the doctor were exchanging some kind of non verbal arrangement. She had skipped them talking to her. "What?" Her voice trembling as her hands and feet were.

"We gonna give you some I-don't-care-meds to help you calm down a bit, okay." The voice of the nurse was even more sympathic.

Honestly, she wasn't actually okay with any of this, but she wouldn't say no to some I-don't-care-stuff now, either. Her nod got lost in the thrembling of her body.

Gloved fingers gently pressed down her outstreched arm to keep it from moving, while the syringe was emptied into her IV port.

The nurse put her hand on her shoulder. It was warm and made her feel even more ashamed about her fright all of a sudden.

Even though, it felt like an hour had passed, she definitely still cared. In reality, it was probably not more than 7 minutes. Not much of what the nurse was talking about or asking, reached her attention.

Unfortunately, it didn't feel like the meds had anything to do with it, but only her fear.

Fear of being naked inside a dimly lighted windowless room, depending on the attention and helpfulness of others, while a tube was done her throat and someone was cutting her open. Depending, that someone would really open the oxygen tank and far enough. Depending, that someone would take a look, if her heart was still beating. Depending on someone to use clean material to cut into her skin. Depending, that the scalpel wouldn't seperate any vital parts or poke into some organs. Depending, that the surgeon was sober and well rested. Depending, that they didn't forget any instruments inside her body. Depending, that they would sew her up properly afterwards. Depending, that they would let her wake up again. She definitely still cared a lot.

Because, that was a whole lot of depending on other people, for a girl, that never could depend on anyone but herself.

Apparently nurse and doc were satisfied, with the results of the I-don't-care-stuff, she still wasn't. A quick glaze to the monitor said, her heartbeat had slowed, but was still above 100bpm. She was still thrembling, but she wouldn't mind to be put to sleep, just to get it over with as soon as possible, or even more, just to clock out as soon as possible.

The nurse had said something. Whatever. Another syringe was pushed into the IV. More undeceiferable words. She could hear them, understand, that it were actual words, but her brain was muffed, she still put it on her angst. Cause, she didn't feel any kind of not-caring, still.

"Count backwards from 100, please."

The hell? 100? How long, does that stuff need, till she was finally asleep.

"100." Oh, her tongue was heavy already.

"99." Oh brain's not working.

"98." But a row of numbers can practically count itself, right.

"97." If it will be like falling asleep? Do you know, when you get unconscious?

And she was out like a light.

Part 2 (here)

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Whumpril 2024 - Day 21

Just hold on

@whumpril

Tw: medical whump, blood, surgery, cpr, unknown fate, absolutely no medical accuracy, sorry!

"Just hold on." Was the last thing he heard before everything turned black.

The words echoed in his mind. 'Just hold on.' Like a bodyless voice was encouraging him to keep fighting. The hectic beeping of his struggling heart was filling the room. The rhythm chaotic and too fast, about to break.

He just woke up during surgery. Pain and panic had him captured, before his mind even got a chance to realise what happened, than everything exploded into white searing agony.

Strong gloved hands on his shoulders, as his body went from completely slack, to instand muscle tension and into a spasm. Every muscle constricting and releaving over and over. His eyes fluttered and hands and feet started bouncing uncontrollably on the metal surface. Blood was pumped out of the wounds in his shaking body in waves.

"Diazepam. Now!" The head surgeon yelled. A nurse already emptying the syringe into the port in his arm, while another nurse was pressing it down.

More helping hands on his trembling legs. The surgeon's eyes darting from the heart monitor to the pale face coated in blood and the gapping hole in his stomach, his own bloody gloves, still holding his instruments, risen from the convulsing body.

"Come on! You can do it!"

Tense seconds passed, the seizure slowed and than stopped completely, the body on the operation table limp again, despite his chest, slightly shaken by the struggling heartbeat.

The choatic pounding overturned 200pbm. The man in charge, hands free again, leaned forward, arms straigthened and began a round of compressions. "Get the aed ready." He barked. His gloves slick from fresh blood. The rips of his patient carved in almost violently and hands and feet started to leave the table again. This time in the rhythm of the surgeon bending the young man's rip cage in. Something shifted under his interlocked fingers and a rip broke, but he kept going, face expressionless and professional.

After about 20 compressions the nurse to his right, announced the aed as ready. "Status?" Bloody gloves risen into the air again.

"He's in v-fib." The same nurse stated, already handing the paddles over. Blood was smeared all over the handles, when the surgeon took them. "Clear?" He merely waited a second as his staff got away from the patient. "Shocking!"

The lifeless body flopped, arms and legs leaving the surface again for a moment just to fall back limply.

Bloody paddles risen above the body and given back to the nurse. The surgeon pressed two fingers against the young man's neck, as everybody else had their eyes on the monitor.

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