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Medication in whump

Whumpee who stops talking their medication because they “feel better”, only to suffer all the symptoms the medication was preventing.

Doctor Whumper who drugs Whumpee in order to make them sick, but convinces Whumpee they just have a terrible disease.

Whumpee who used to be drugged against their will being terrified to take any medicine. (Bonus points if this fear only arises when Whumpee is delirious.)

Whumper offering medicine as a reward to a sick/injured Whumpee.

Caretaker having to coax Whumpee into taking medication, only for them to spit it out when they turn their back.

Whumpee who sees taking medicine as a weakness, so they push through any illness/injury until they physically can’t.

Whumpee having medicine pried into their mouth by Caretaker because they’re too weak to take it themselves.

Whumpee was drugged by Whumper so many times they built up a tolerance to certain medication — their friends only discover this when they need it to save their life.

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piercing whump

tw: mentions of injury, infection, kidnapping, captivity

whumper gives whumpee piercings as a show of ownership

whumper gives whumpee piercings as a way to exercise control

whumper ripping whumpees piercing(s) out

whumpee is kidnapped shortly after getting a piercing, and the conditions theyre kept in lead to it getting infected

whumpee has a lot of ear piercings and their hair gets matted and tangled into all of the piercings

whumpee has lots of piercings and whumper has some pretty strong magnets,,,, surely this cannot go wrong in any way

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Restraints in whump

Strapped to a metal table, staring into the luminescent lights on the ceiling.

Handcuffed to a hospital bed to prevent an escape attempt.

A leather muzzle strapped to the face on account of the subject’s “aggression”.

Ropes binding wrists and ankles to a chair, carving into skin.

A metal collar connected to a chain which can be used to pull the captive around.

Strong arms wrapped around someone until they stop fighting.

Chains around ankles or wrists, being pulled along by captors as they march a prisoner through the streets.

Confined to a straight jacket in a padded cell after lashing out against staff members.

A single chain connected from the ankle to a wall, limiting movement and serving as a constant reminder that there’s no escape.

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You know what is a trope i LOVE?

nonconsensual "prettyfication"

Like. When Whumper picks their clothes to make them pretty (doesn't even have to be with a specially good-looking whumpee. they dont look special. but they WILL) and picks jewelry to accentuate the color of their eyes and dresses them up like a fashion doll and pick something that looks kinda cute or just a suit with some nice hair acessories. Doesn't have to be in an Intimate Whumper way. Just. Whumpee is theirs. So they are gonna take them to a gala to show off their weapon/pet/new servant/slave/whatever and have whumpee looking Nice. And they do! But they don't want to. Making whumpee cut or grow their hair to a style that frames their face better or smth. Against whumpees will bc theyd never wear that. Although they do look pretty.

Idk i just. Going crazy with todays prompt (put on display) and drawing so many stupid iterations ANYWAYS

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tw: Drugged/paralyzed

Whumpee woke up slung over someone's shoulder, unable to move. It was dark, and all they could see was the forest floor shifting beneath someone else's feet.

They tried to squirm, but nothing happened. A small whimper escaped them as the person carrying suddenly stopped. Gently, they were laid on the ground, their back pressing against the cold earth. Whumpee could barely make out their features, whoever it was, they didn’t recognize them.

A gloved hand cupped Whumpee’s face, causing them to flinch.

The figure tisked, then rolled up Whumpee's sleeve and injected a syringe into their arm.

The moment the needle pierced their skin, Whumpee lost the ability to make another sound. The fleeting sensation they had almost regained in their fingers quickly faded. The figure patted Whumpee's cheek, smiling when no response came.

With a grunt, they lifted Whumpee back over their shoulder and continued deeper into the woods.

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Small fantasy worldbuilding elements you might want to think about:

A currency that isn’t gold-standard/having gold be as valuable as tin

A currency that runs entirely on a perishable resource, like cocoa beans

A clock that isn’t 24-hours

More or less than four seasons/seasons other than the ones we know

Fantastical weather patterns like irregular cloud formations, iridescent rain

Multiple moons/no moon

Planetary rings

A northern lights effect, but near the equator

Roads that aren’t brown or grey/black, like San Juan’s blue bricks

Jewelry beyond precious gems and metals

Marriage signifiers other than wedding bands

The husband taking the wife's name / newlyweds inventing a new surname upon marriage

No concept of virginity or bastardry

More than 2 genders/no concept of gender

Monotheism, but not creationism

Gods that don’t look like people

Domesticated pets that aren’t re-skinned dogs and cats

Some normalized supernatural element that has nothing to do with the plot

Magical communication that isn’t Fantasy Zoom

“Books” that aren’t bound or scrolls

A nonverbal means of communicating, like sign language

A race of people who are obligate carnivores/ vegetarians/ vegans/ pescatarians (not religious, biological imperative)

I’ve done about half of these myself in one WIP or another and a little detail here or there goes a long way in reminding the audience that this isn’t Kansas anymore.

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my take on pnw gothic

- something’s tapping your second-story window. there aren’t any trees or plants by it that could be causing the noise. its probably just the rain. probably. - the mountains close in on all sides of you, watching. their presence is so familiar it feels like home. - the road to your house is winding, going up a hill. your headlights catch a pair of eyes, staring back at you from the trees. in a moment they’re gone, vanished further into the darkness. - you’re driving through the country and pass through a town. its the same town you passed 30 minutes ago. you’ve been driving in a straight line the whole time. - in the winter you leave the house in the dark. you get home in the dark. you havent seen the sun in 4 months. - you step into a tiny little vintage shop. it goes on forever, taking twists and turns that seem impossible based on the outside dimensions. its filled with memories. memories and cowboy boots. when you finally leave 4 hours have passed. - its been a couple days without rain and the entire town is starting to get antsy. when it finally rains again you can feel everyone breathing a collective sigh of relief. - you see a group of crows. you try to remember the rhyme used to count them. one for sorrow, two for joy… theres seven of them. seven for a secret, never to be told. - september brings with it smoke and the faint terror that the fire is going to hop the river to where you are. ash is falling from the sky. life is continuing like this isnt happening. - it snowed again and the entire town is silent. we all know better than to try and go outside. - its dark out. you shut all the windows in the house. you don want to know what waits outside. - you’ve been driving for hours and have only seen a couple of lone houses sitting next to bright red barns. you wonder who lives there. the barns are falling down. - it rained all fall, winter, and spring. you want to light a campfire. there is a fire ban. theres always a fire ban. - everyone still has christmas lights up. its june. no one wants to go on their roofs to take them down. not again. - you rip out some blackberries. you’ve been at it for hours. your hands are bleeding. stupid blackberries. - youre being dragged to another pub. you order a burger on a brioche bun. thats all youve eaten for the past 5 meals. - it’s going to rain tomorrow at 12:47 pm. you havent checked your weather app, but you can smell it in the air. - you look out and its a sea of flannel and denim. the crowd looks like a swarm.

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This pro birth we need to rise birth rates now bullshit is fucking terrifying because I don't know what will happen to me. I'm a cis woman with a genetic disorder that is very likely to be passed down and causes visable bone differences. I don't know if I'm going to be forced to give birth or forced to get sterilized. I don't know if I'll be a handmaiden or one of the disabled women sent to the colonies to clean up nuclear waste. Look at history it never ends well for disabled people when the goverment starts looking at the birth rate it will inevitably lead to the government deciding who should and shouldn't be contributing to the birth rate.

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Walmart

I rolled down the hill right into hell. 

I see a sea of cars that must be crossed.  

My eyes land on a car’s red lights.  

While my ears hear that I must beware.  

So, I must stop for a car backing up then I’m forced to dodge though the parking lot. 

I run though the last street and through the first doors. 

I grab my Walmart Cart and what's though the second set of doors pieces my heart. 

A dense sea of thousands of people pushing, pulsing, and roaring.  

I must dodge and weave now with a heavy cart throughout the halls of Walmart.  

I go through the clothes and only see those I loathe.   

I go to the home decor and see nothing I am looking for.  

I go to their electronics horde and see nothing I can afford.  

The part that I dread most of all is the groceries I can’t avoid.  

The narrow halls, the density of people, the noise louder than ever before.  

The people blocking the way to what I need. 

The risk of brushing against strangers I have never seen.  

Thousands of voices piece my ears to drown out the internal voice of my mind.  

After I get all that I need, one last trial is awaiting me.  

I stand in the checkout line for what feels like all time.  

Then cross the sea of cars back to the start.  

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Social Anxiety

I can feel the judgement in their stares from my appearance to my character.  

Don’t speak, don’t see, please don’t notice me.   

I can hear their whisper and feel their stare piercing everything from my teos to my hair  

Don’t speak, don’t see, please don’t notice me.   

I fear what they will say about my interests and say I’m weird for what I care for.   

Don’t speak, don’t see, please don’t notice me. 

I must be like a ghost invisible to the world, so I never have to hear the words that could shatter my world.  

Don’t speak, don’t see, please don’t notice me. 

So many people don’t take social anxiety seriously as a debilitating disorder that needs to be cured. 

Don’t speak, don’t see, please don’t notice me. 

I never realized the cost of avoiding all those who I could have held dear.  

Don’t speak, don’t see, please don’t notice me. 

Until I was staring at a two person only ride at the fair.  

Don’t speak, don’t see, please don’t notice me. 

Until there was nobody to put as a reference on my resume or recommend me to their boss. 

Don’t speak, don’t see, please don’t notice me. 

No one to talk to too, No one to help me cope, No one to give me hope.   

Don’t speak, don’t see, please don’t notice me. 

I had sentenced myself to isolation to avoid persecution. 

Don’t speak, don’t see, please don’t notice me. 

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I hate.

I hate doing History, because I can see the signs and how history will repeat due to ignorance.

I hate doing sociology, as I can see how society is created to be unequal for minority groups

I hate being a critical thinker, because I can use my mind to fight against propaganda - I'm always thinking

I hate having empathy because I can see the suffering people will go through

I hate my awareness ,because I know when I see how democracy death is praised.

I hate being here, because I can only watch the calamity that's about to unfold.

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Anyone else know that feeling where your in a train tunnel staring at a train barreling towards you and you know you won't have enough time to get out of the way. So your stuck just helplessly staring at the train coming towards you as it gets closer and closer to hitting you.

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a poem about stillness.