He can no longer sit up on his own.
Augusnippets Day 18: Infection
cw: dissociation, implied aftermath of torture, vaguely implied past noncon, substance dependency, left for dead (implied), slight death wish, carewhumper
for the @augusnippets challenge // word count: 410
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“Fuck. That's bad, isn't it?”
“I knew it would happen. I told you.”
“What are we supposed to do?”
“I don't fuckin know. Nothing?”
It (he) is curled up on the icy concrete, unable to stop shivering, too hot and too cold all at once. The pain in its leg is nearly background noise now, numb; the wounds scattered across its form are nothing but another layer, bland in comparison to the symphony of hurt that wraps around it like a blanket. Some things hurt worse than others, but it can hardly discern which is which at any given moment. Reality comes and goes. It only wants to escape.
The creature sleeps when they dose it, allowed peace between the bouts of anguish and spells of unconsciousness that are far from restful.
The spy dreams of Vic, heavy hands and unwanted touches, inability to get away
(stop, stop it please)
Sahota’s dreams are just as agonizing; stabbing pain, snakes making a nest in his guts.
Ander’s dreams…
(they could come for him)
They shouldn't.
The spy (creature) can understand what the guards are saying, but comprehension doesn't quite reach
(tired, hurts)
“What do you mean, nothing?”
“The boss said questions are a waste of time. He's had his fun. Why even bother keeping him alive?”
“Doesn't feel right just to leave him like that…”
“Yeah? Well anything else is work. We got shit to do. I don't have time to play nurse.”
“Fuck, shouldn't we at least clean it out?”
One of the guards drops to a crouch beside it
(the spy is too exhausted to try and pull away)
White hot pain surges through its body as the guards prod at a wound above its hip; the creature screams, nausea rising in its chest
(pulsing, reddened skin, festering)
“Fuck, that's disgusting.”
“You didn't have to touch it.”
“It's your fault it got this bad.”
(infected)
“Get off your high horse. I'm not stopping you from doing anything.”
The creature perks up at the sound of a water bottle opening, eyes fluttering open. It can't move towards the sound, can hardly move at all, only utter a creaking please.
The bottle is held to its lips, static crackling across its body at the prospect of escaping the way it feels.
“What are you doing now?”
It finishes the bottle, the easy mindless fog already nipping at its consciousness.
“Just giving him something to make the end a little less painful.”
Augusnippets Day 16: Humiliation
cw: beating, interrogation, substance dependency, noncon drugging, dissociation, slight death wish
for the @augusnippets challenge // word count: 747
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Heat leaks from its face, pain throbbing in the bridge of its nose from a blow. It can't track which blow, can't track who it came from. Everything's a blur.
“Let's try again.” Knuckles crack behind its head. “Who hired you?”
(no names, he never takes names)
It shakes its head. Again, a fist cracks against its face, more blows to the empty, crawling stomach.
The beating is almost comforting. Sharp pain, direct cause and effect instead of the endless ache, endless hollow feeling that squirms inside it at the thought of the drugged water. Fist connects with flesh in a familiar burst, and it almost makes it him feel…
“Fuck.” The leader of the group sighs in disgust. “Fine. I can work around this. Maybe you can tell me something else, hm?” He grabs a fistful of sweatdamp curls and rolls its head back, eyes heavy-lidded as it stares up at him. There's a water bottle on the table behind him, and it (he) tries not to look at it, doesn't need the reminder, even as its body rings with another deep ache, skin throbbing like a too-tight garment.
“I know there's more of you.”
non-human whumpees at a "catch and release" hunting preserve
tagged and chipped so they can't leave
endlessly chased and caught and probably hurt by people who may or may not see them as more than mere beasts, who may or may not care how rough they are with their prey
centaurs hit with tranquilizing darts, dryads and werebeasts caught in traps, mer with scars all over their bodies from how many times they've been hooked
maybe their tags are logged every time they're caught, so the preserve owners can track who's an easy mark, and who's a challenge
maybe there are some who have never been caught, who outwit or outrun the hunters every time, and the owners auction them off, giving the winning bid a tracker that links with their chip, making it an unfair fight
if it was ever fair to begin with
Augusnippets Day 15: Starvation
cw: drugging, substance dependency, starvation, emeto, sorta dehumanization, dissociation, nonsexual nudity, vague deathwish
for the @augusnippets challenge // word count: 537
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He can no longer sit up on his own.
Too weak. In the sparse moments where he's coherent enough to think, the spy knows they're tapering off his rations. Hunger crawls up from his stomach like a swarm of ants, leeching what little strength remains.
He It is always trapped in a haze, but the haze is no longer big enough. It aches all day, unable to even sleep until someone brings another water bottle. Pain consumes its leg, hunger shivers in its bones. When guards pass by, it begs them for water, not food, wanting only to numb it all.
Sometimes they comply, but it's rarely enough. Are they taking away its relief too? Or has it built a tolerance to the drug?
(the thought terrifies the spy when he can comprehend it; the thought of never returning to himself)
It can hardly move. It doesn't want to move. When the stubborn thing inside tries to lift its head, there is only dizziness, more pain, a fleeting fear that this may be the end.
The creature wants none of that. No thoughts, no senses, only the drug that allows it to sleep.
They bring it water and it drinks and nothing happens. No fog, no sudden emptiness. It whimpers into the concrete for hours or days.
The bring it water and it drinks.
(no food)
It can't stop shivering, nausea twisting its empty stomach.
(why can't you do something why can't you move why couldn't you have held fast)
They don't bring it water.
Two guards, it can see them through hazy vision. Its eyes hurt, its head aches.
(this is different)
They grab its arms, dragging it out of the cell, bad leg howling, utter agony, creature howling with it, voice weak
(pathetic, could've ran, could've done something)
the movement and pain and nausea and dizziness are all too much after it's been allowed to feel nothing for so long and it heaves up nothing, bile on its tongue, tears in its eyes. They drag it somewhere and it hurts it hurts it hurts.
(could've turned it down)
would've died
(would've been better)
They have to hold it up, hands around and under its arms. Someone else is talking at it, but it doesn't matter. It hurts and it's cold, colder than the cell was.
(when did they take his clothes?)
It tries to vomit again, left with a sour string of spit clinging to its chin. Over, it just wants it to be over, just wants it to—
Its head jerks up so quickly it sees spots when it hears the snap of a bottle opening. The new person is holding it out
(smirking)
It tries to reach for the bottle, can't shake itself free of the hands, trapped. It can't make sense of the stream of words pouring from its mouth, but it can't stop them either.
pleasepleasepleaesithurtspleaseithurts
(you were supposed to be better than this you were supposed to endure–)
The man laughs.
“Damn. Guess you really can do a number on a guy without lifting a finger.” He screws the cap back on, ignoring the creature's despairing whine.
“Put him back for now. I think he's almost ready for some questions.”
#glad i wrote a lot of these ahead because work is gonna be busy (and through the weekend 😭)#may not even get to riot kings 😔🤙#augusnippets day 15#starvation#augusnippets#starvation whump#noncon drugging#emeto#captivity whump#t$$ sahota#putting this mans through the wringer. this was originally supposed to be a kaius prompt#but i felt like the drugging effects needed more attention. it feels weird because I'm like 'oh this is so not like him' but i mean?#ive thought through it#trapped for several hours with abroken leg and at least badly bruised ribs; dehydrated. leg is agitated during his capture#and then he's immediately STRONGLY drugged (they know who they're dealing with) and just kept that way#feverish from his injuries and being kept in that state + in a cold room without insulation and slowly being starved. yeah#he's going through it and he deserves to not have to stay stoic the whole time (even if at this point he just physically can't)#anyways
Augusnippets, Day 13: Drugging
cw: dub/noncon drugging, referenced broken bones, implied substance dependency, dissociation
for the @augusnippets challenge // word count: 472
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They bring him water, and he drinks.
It's tainted. Spiked with something; he could tell from the first sip, yet accepted it anyway.
He knows he needs it. Without it, he'll die.
People who weren't his team dragged him screaming from the rubble, tossed him in the trunk of a car with no regard for his damaged leg, left him to drown in the pain. They gave him a water bottle when they tossed him in a cell, and at the time, he was stupidly grateful for the numbing substance it was laced with. Dulling the world, granting him distance from the agony that wanted to devour him.
But now he's lying on the same concrete, and he doesn't know how long it's been. He hasn't had the mental presence to remember to check his leg, to set it and bind it with a makeshift splint. He hasn't had the capacity to plan, or pay attention to where he is, how many there are, when they change shifts.
They bring him water, and he drinks, wits too sluggish to let him stop himself, head growing fuzzy as the substance pulls him down, down, down.
Deep below the muddled surface, the spy wants to move, to deny himself the tainted food and water so he can think again. But the creature the substance turns him into only wants to sleep. To hide from the world, from the hurting. It only wants to drink, and when the fuzziness starts to fade, it wants more.
It's always the worst just before the guards appear with another bottle. Head throbbing, body shivering with the chill of the room, leg on fire. (It's splinted? When did that happ–)
The creature whimpers when it sees the bottle, extended out as if the guard is giving it a gift. Takes it with trembling hands, heart beating faster and faster as it struggles to unscrew the cap. Relief is so close, so close. It spills some of the water when the cap at last comes loose, but doesn't care, holding the bottle to its mouth and drinking deeply. (No no no stop, stop—)
The fog wafts up, and the creature slips into it. Down, down, down.
It's always the worst just before the guards appear with another bottle, but it's when the spy can nearly think.
He and the creature share a goal. Escape.
His method is nearly impossible. Full of pain, but permanent. Needed.
Its method is easy, soft, painless. Slip away, let it all go. Forget it all. Every loss, every pain, every person he does and doesn't miss.
Every time, the spy resolves to fight, even as he's sweating and shivering from pain, from need.
Every time, he falls short. It knows it needs it. Without it, it will die.
They bring him water, and he drinks.
#there's a lot of unfriendliness in this room#poor wes can't catch a break#the audacity on Asbury -both mel and the guard can hear him-#riotkings#190#noncon drugging#whump art#whump comic#gagged#manhandling#prisoner#implied noncon#(threat but just in case)#threat of noncon#wes is LITERALLY there to be paraded as a trophy#they drugged/gagged hom so he cant talk. he does not contribute to this meeting and easily could've been held in a cell#until it was over
Test Track AU (T$$ AU Masterlist)
vic whump propaganda
#as you know i enjoy whumping the whumpers#they can't escape#the rest of the crew has suffered enough it's Vic's turn#t$$ vic#whump art#whumpy art#minor eyestrain#blood#broken bones#hand whump#gagged#partial nudity#whumper turned whumpee#noncon drugging#whipping#you can tell i don't draw him often skdhej#older whumpee
Alexei on display
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Despite being perfectly capable of manipulating Lex into obedience, Uriah still enjoys using brute force. It's a display of power, really, and makes for a more entertaining party.
(I still have a lot of anons over here who want some drugged!Kaius content so this one goes out to them <3)
#🥺 someone come get him he's miserable#(not pictured but whumper probably has some gun/weapon to make him comply in the first image)#noncon drugging#t$$ kaius#whump art#whumpy art#forced to strip#suggestive#forced intox#burns#cigarette burns#alcohol whump#tw alcohol#partial nudity#the og was on my other account (with a more explicit fourth picture) but i love the poses and the hands came out half decent somehow?#so im putting it here too 👉👈
Test Track AU (T$$ AU Masterlist)
commission for @butter-and-too-much-bread !
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Test Track AU (T$$ AU Masterlist)
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