#or the threats of experimentation

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

real talk having the 2nd worst new years eve yet 🤢🤢🤢 (throat infection, twisted neck, banged-about-foot, ego AND the rest o' me all bruised like misjuggled peaches 🍑🍑🍑)

im bent outa shape and suspectin the universe owes me 8 buck if anyone wannsa chip in

[sir-fenris]

Whumpcember24 - Day 3

Begging

(Drabbles' masterlist)

Content: experiment whumpee, resigned whumpee, intimate/sadistic whumper, begging, hand-feeding, implied torture, leg injury, threat of mutilation, starvation.

The first time Whumpee was thrown in the dungeon cell, they thought pain would be the worst, consistent problem. And well... it was, indeed, consistent and distressing.

But somehow boredom was worse.

Because boredom led to overthinking.

Could they have done something to stop the last session's pain sooner? When will be the next one? Will they be allowed water and food? How many days has passed? Is this consistent pain in the leg normal after being stabbed? Is the lethargy and apathy because of tiredness, or were they going insane?

And slowly, there was so much nothing going on beyond the pain, that their mind had to come up with new questions to fill their "free" time.

Like; how many steps there were between the bars and the wall? What's the highest number they can count to before a new session? How long can they keep their eyes open? How much can they move before jostling an injury too badly?

Any question and thought until the cell door opens.

When torture starts, they hope for it to end.

When torture ends, they hope for it to begin again just to take them out of this endless overthinking.

... And to give them a chance to eat. Because that only happened when Whumper was in a good mood and wanted to play, instead of study torture methods.

"Look who's up early today!" Speaking of the devil...

Whumpee raises their eyes tiredly, barely seeing Whumper clearly anymore, their eyesight is getting worse each day. They don't say anything, they don't need to.

"I was thinking of trying out glossectomy today, but I'm reconsidering..." Whumper muses, walking in the cell with a black bottle in hands.

Whumpee hated when Whumper used their weird-ass words. It meant usually some type of surgery or medical thing, by Whumpee's experience, and it always had the immense potential to be an excruciating experience.

At their tiredly confused expression, Whumper grins gleefully and explains, after crouching down. "Tongue removal, little bird."

Their blood goes cold. Whumper has never chopped off a part of their body. No matter how far they went, Whumpee knew Whumper would at least keep them whole by the end of it, why must it change now-

With a chilling chuckle, Whumper opens the black bottle, and the smell of fruit cuts off Whumpee's thinking.

"Now, now, don't lose yourself just yet. I told you, I'm reconsidering," Whumpee says. "I do love you singing for me, little bird... So I'll give you a chance to prove that I'm better off leaving your tongue where it is. And, if you're good enough, you can have a tasty smoothie, hm?"

The pause sent Whumpee in a frenzy to find out what was the right thing to say, which clues they had in hands to guess what Whumper wanted to hear.

'I do love you singing for me...'

"Please..." Whumpee whispers, lowering their eyes to the ground when Whumper grin grows. "Can I please eat?"

A hooked finger presses their chin upwards, forcing them to meet Whumper's gaze. "You can do better, little bird. Let me help."

Pain burns through their body as Whumper uses their other hand's nails to dig into Whumpee's leg injury. They try to curl into themselves with a stifled wail, but Whumper's hooked fingers turns into a whole-hand grip on their jaw, keeping Whumpee's gaze on Whumper's eyes only.

"P-Ple- Ah! Please, please, c-can I eat?" Tears burn their eyes when Whumper just digs their nails further, still with that vile grin. "Please, I'm begging you, I'm so hungry, please let me eat, please, please-"

Their words are interrupted by a choked gasp as Whumper retrieves both their hands to clap. "There we go, that's better."

Whumpee breaths shakily, closing their eyes to urge the pained tears away.

"Your singing is too pretty for me to cut off your tongue, little bird. Aren't you glad I've changed my mind?" Whumper asks cheerfully, putting a straw on the smoothie bottle.

"... Yes, thank you," Whumpee whispers. At least today's game was easy and fast. It's the easiest food they got in a long while.

"Good song bird. Now, say 'ah' for me."

Whumpee's eyebrows twitched at the straw being tapped against their lips, because their hands were fine, they didn't need nor want Whumper to feed them.

But this was the easiest food they got in a long while. They can't lose the opportunity of easy, tasty nutrition because of pride.

And when the delicious, cold and fresh smoothie reaches their kept tongue, Whumpee forgot why they had even hesitated.

There is no space for pride in survival.

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(Kinda late, but stills counts as day 3, right? Shhh, for me, it does.)

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[enby-cuntboy]

welcome all

i'm ghost! 20 years old. this is my horny blog, dms and asks are open.

minors and ageless blogs DNI

gender stuff: i'm transmasc nonbinary. i go by any pronouns (they/he/she/it/xe/ae), but prefer for them to be used interchangably. i'm okay with gendered terms of any sort, but my preference tends to skew masculine.

attraction: i'm pansexual. i tend to stay on the t4t side of tumblr because it feels safe here, but i'm attracted to everyone. i'm aromantic, which means that i'm not interested in a relationship or anything involving romance. i just don't really feel that way about people nor do i understand it.

kinks: i'm a switch. what i'm into changes drastically based on whether i'm domming or subbing. i've noticed that there are a lot of subs on here though so i honestly end up topping most of the time on here lol. when domming, like training pets, overstim, edging, general power dynamics like that. i'm a service top so i'll likely tailor my fantasies to whoever i'm talking to so i can treat them right <33. when subbing though, i'm into more brutal things like cnc, somno, intox, gore, humiliation and objectification. i'm sometimes into breeding, monsterfucking, and piss depending on the context. i also like dehumanisation but only when directed at myself, so for this reason, i may interact but will not post/reblog misgendering/patriarchy content.

limits: scat, feet, incest, white power raceplay, actual bigotry, actual snuff/gore/rape/abuse and absolutely no suggestion that any of this is more than fantasy. i am not comfortable domming in cnc scenarios. i will not send nor post photos of myself.

decoding my tags: (subject to change)

#topposting - a scenario in which i'd like to top

#bottomposting - a scenario in which i'd like to bottom

#switchy needs - a scenario in which i would like to both give and receive

#mine - an original post authored by me

#psspsspss trans pets - a petplay scenario

#send r3pe threats - a cnc scenario

#mmph overstim - an overstimulation scenario

#never gonna not reblog about unethical experimentation - a scenario involving performing unethical experiments on a subject as a scientist or medical researcher

[thecountoflondonfansite]

What Has Science Wrought Au

So Henry and the lodgers along with Robert and Rachel somehow get cursed and frozen in stone for about 200 years They are freed...but by B.E.A.W labs which forces Henry and the lodgers to work while Rachel and Robert are to be treated as experiments since they don't serve any value to the labs. The guards and scientists at the lab hear one of the lodgers call Henry his full name and realize "Holy cow! Henry Jekyll is a real person!" This information gets sent back to Darius who is basically delighted to have the most infamous mad scientist in his clutches. He forces Henry to work on creating multiple batches of HJ7 for the labs and in exchange he doesn't kill his friends. To keep Henry focused on his work, Darius isolates him to a lab where he is made to make the formula. To Henry's further horror and devastation, the formula is not only used but altered as well by the other scientists. Let's just say, those who are given the formula don't just have their souls split. Henry is completely broken by this. All he wanted to do was make science not feared. Now seeing science used for such evil, it feels like a slap in the face. He blames himself for all this evil. Hyde doesn't taunt Henry anymore. He too is shaken by everything that he has seen. This place, these 'scientists' is worse than anything Moreau has done. Basically by this point, Henry has given up on science. He lost his spark and dream. He nearly loses his spirit if not for a certain little girl that he encounters a year later. A little girl who was also captured by the B.E.A.W labs. A little girl that reminds him of his morals. (Darius Brewster and B.E.A.W labs is my friend @melodythebunny creations.) @tgs-au @unhingedexperimenter

[dandelion-wings]

kicking wild AUs around with @theabysscomeshome and this is another in the Not Actually Going To Write It category, but this scene really stuck with me, so a brief snippet:

"Grand Sage," Lisa says as sweetly as she can manage, smiling at him. She very carefully doesn't look up and dare draw his attention, or that of the matra with him, to the branches overhead where Kaeya lurks. "How nice to see you. I was just taking my underclassmen to study in the House of Daena." She rests one hand over her catalyst at her belt, casually, as if she's not perfectly positioned to unhook the tome from its strap, and puts the other down on Collei's shoulder. Cyno has better self-restraint; he's rigid at her side, but most of his attention is on her, waiting for instruction. Collei has ducked a little behind her in what she suspects anyone else would take as childish fear. Lisa knows what she's really restraining. His lip curls. "This is exactly why I'm here. You and your instructor have coddled those *subjects* far too much. I'm reassigning them to another research team immediately, before you irreparably taint their research value."

Fury floods crackling through Lisa's veins, and a thousand and one retorts rise to her lips. None of them will make an impression on him, though. She knows what this is really about. Why he's really here.

*Zendik.* Kaeya was right. The strings he's been pulling lead all the way up.

"I haven't received any reassignment paperwork," she says, sweetly, teeth still gritted in a smile. She doesn't dare start to unbuckle her catalyst yet. There's four matra flanking the Grand Sage, and she has no intention of giving them an excuse. Not before Kaeya gets here.

"It will be forthcoming," the Grand Sage says, drawing himself up.

The matra are watching her tensely, and Cyno even more so; they, too, seem to be disregarding Collei as the frightened child she so often seems. So often is, Lisa corrects herself, but that doesn't make her any less dangerous. She's not sure whether to be more insulted on her behalf or on Cyno's that they're tenser about him, as if his desert skin and desert god make him an inherent threat to good order despite all his careful self-discipline, and as if *she* isn't the Witch of the Purple Rose.

"I see. In the meantime, why don't my underclassmen and I-"

"The *subjects*," the Grand Sage says, a muscle in his jaw jumping.

Which was exactly the wrong point to quibble on. Collei gives a choked, furious sob and tears away from Lisa, trying to dart past the matra towards the far edge of the plaza and the ramp down to freedom. The matra, focused on Cyno and Lisa, don't move fast enough; the Grand Sage, unfortunately, has even less ability at threat assessment, and snatches at Collei as she brushes past. He catches a hank of her hair, so recently freed from the bandages, and she screams.

The hair on the back of Lisa's neck goes up. She can feel the power pulsating from Collei's small frame, bare inches from going out of control--from being *unleashed*. Because it will be, if Collei thinks that's the only way out. The matra all quail, crying out in confusion more than in terror, uncertain as to why they're afraid and all the more frightened for it. Lisa steps in front of Cyno, yanks on the strap around her catalyst, and pulls it free, as if it would be any help against the Black Fire.

Kaeya hits the ground directly beside Azar, rolls, and comes up with his catalyst already glowing in his hand. He tosses it up to hover beside him as he reaches out to grab Collei's arm, and he digs his other elbow into the Grand Sage's gut to make him let go as he yanks Collei away. The man grunts and stumbles back, winded by the blow, and catches up against the railing of the platform-

And flails for just a second, eyes wide with terror, before he pitches over to plummet to the ground below. Lisa flinches at the distant, unpleasant *'splat'*.

Pulling Collei in close against him, Kaeya glances over the edge, looks up at Lisa, and shrugs. "Whoops."

"The Grand Sage!" one of the matra cries, comprehension returning and horror infusing his tone as the ominous weight of Collei's nearly-unbound power lifts away. "He's murdered the Grand Sage!"

"We'd been talking about storming the Sanctuary of Surasthana anyway," Kaeya says, throwing Lisa a wry smile before he turns to meet their leveled spears. "We may just have to do it a little ahead of schedule."

"I'm beginning to agree with you about getting answers from the Archon herself," Lisa tells him, ozone filling the air as her own catalyst starts to glow purple-bright along its bindings. "Especially since we can't ask them of Azar any longer. Though if Cyno and Collei could-"

"I don't think we have the time for that. It's fine. Collei, do you still have those daggers I gave you?"

Collei makes a small, determined noise and pulls two wickedly sharp blades out from somewhere in her clothing. Lisa sighs, sets aside the matter of arming small children to discuss with Kaeya *later*, and prepares to pair with him in a Superconduct that will make those blades more effective. There is value, she supposes, in teaching Collei alternative ways to defend herself.

"I don't have a dagger," Cyno mutters behind her, sounding put out. "Why didn't I get a dagger?"

"Later," Lisa tells him, firmly, and lets her Lantern Rose bloom.

[plumsaucemadein2005]

Actually hate when things dont do what I want them to do, like? No one asked you to burn? Stop?

[taskforcedistortion]

The son he adopted did it to save them both you idiot.

His monster of a brother would have killed them both with the stunts he was trying to pull.

OH SO HIS FREAK OF A SON DID IT?

THE CREATURE THAT WAS DESIGNED TO KILL HIS WIFE?

I SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN RID OF HIM WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE

DEATH WOULD BE NICER THAN THIS YOU

[User EROSION disconnected... please wait.]

[smerzbeliever]

people who say "AI slop" actually are worth nothing.. literally so fixated on this machine copying their cartoon anime porn drawings like nobody gives a fuck and your art is for babies

[ana-the-bot]

[ashes-in-a-jar]

The Sheridan Tapes episode 59

[triflesandparsnips]

Meanwhile, shoutout to my apprentice Young Thomas, who may finally have taken an Injury trying to chomp up the almond

but digging himself from the grave I perhaps too hastily laid him came... A HERO

FREDERIK IS BACK

[lesiasmadness]

The villain carrying the hero in their arms for any reason. Breathe if you agree

[thedragonagelesbian]

time magic is right there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! do something horrific with it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sagehaleyofficial]

Happy December! ❄️ It’s Friday again, meaning it’s time for another NEW RELEASE ROUND-UP! Which of these new releases is your personal favorite? Let me know in the comments, and suggest your own new releases for the week if they’re not listed! 💿

#Codeseven #LilLotus #MinorThreat #Substitute #Unprocessed #ViolentFemmes

[kasumingo]

Even if the sentiment about feeling the same about fictional characters as we do about real people was real, it should not be encouraged or used as a leverage

[ever-winter]

@the-wayward-snowflake asked:

“You didn’t think I could protect myself, did you?” -For Dottore

Answering Late/Can't Find Meme - Sorry!

"I had been disappointed when it seemed as though you had no desire to protect yourself", he corrected, allowing for a few claymores to appear around his form, the weapons slowly starting to circle around his back, almost looking like wings, as the Doctor took a careful step towards the Goddess, "It's as though you forget, I was the one to contain you once before - do you think I cannot do so again? It would be easier if you just behaved though. Much less pain - for you, that is". She was quite lucky that he was still willing to give her a chance to willingly surrender. Either way, she was ending up back on his table when this little mishap was dealt with.