Dzagok Kimaska

Dzagokü Kimaska

Dzagokü Kimaska was a loving, rather effeminate new-father. Now, after being imprisoned for his alleged role in denying his wife pain medication during the birth of their child, he is a scared animal who is overprotective of his family. He is the whumpee of Ingvarin.

Species: Milian

Race/Nationality: Tokoikian

Age: 20

Height: 5'8

Pronouns: He/him (cisgender)

Sexuality: Seriously questioning.

Appearance: He has long, curly hair, that is golden at the top, though brown at the ends. He has a very thin body, with no body hair at all, Despite his thin frame, he has some defined muscles from regular farm work. He has a narrow-ish Roman nose, and a smooth, spherical head.

Type of whumpee (Mentions of abuse): When Dzagokü was first imprisoned for allegedly playing a role in denying his wife pain medication, he was very defiant, despite suffering from severe physical punishments. After being 'saved' by Ingvarin, who also comforted him after a beating, he quickly became attached to Ingvarin. When Ingvarin had him transferred to his house, he was very grateful despite Ingvarin displaying some aggressive behaviour. He became obedient towards him, and blamed himself when he was beaten and locked in the basement. Whilst with Ingvarin, he also suffered severe internal conflict as he fell deeply in love with Ingvarin, despite his personal beliefs that homosexuality is sinful.

Backstory and some useless info: He was born on 10th of March, 1994 in a farmhouse in northern Tokoik. He has a brother who is 2 years older than him. When he was 3, his father (who was in his mid 20s) suddenly abandoned the family to pursue a better career. His mother became very loving towards them as a result. Eventually, his older brother came out as gay. Dzagokü believed that all homosexuality is sinful, despite the religion that he follows explicitly allowing chaste homosexual relationships, so this resulted in some conflict between them but he decided to mind his own business.

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Test Track AU (T$$ AU Masterlist)

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(not doing the tag list just in case but @brutal-nemesis here :D )

I can picture Ingvarin saying the 5th and 6th lines

Prompt List: Abuse 2

Trigger Warning for abusive language and implied abuse

Just a list of dialogue for stories dealing with abuse. This list focuses mostly on dialogue for the abuser.

Please read responsibly and remember, if you write about sensitive subjects, it is your responsibility to include trigger warnings before your content.

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“You stupid piece of shit. Look what you’ve done now!”

“Sorry? Sorry!? What the fuck good does your ‘sorry’ do me!? Huh?”

“You worthless piece of trash! I never wanted you! Damn your bitch of a mother!”

“But she was a good fuck…how old are you now?”

 “Looks like you want to be punished.”

 “Just be quiet and take this like a good bitch.”

“First your mother and now you. I suppose I’ll just have to teach you the same way I did her.”

“If you don’t want your mother to be sad, you won’t scream.”

“Just let him have what he wants sweety. It will be over soon.”

“I did all of it to protect you. Why can’t you see that?”

 “I give you a place to live and this is how you repay me!”

“Who said you could leave your room?”

“If you tell anyone, I’ll kill them.”

“If you want dinner, you have to work for it.”

“It would be best not to tell your mother about this. I’m the first good thing that has happened to her in a long time. You wouldn’t want to ruin that would you?”

“I can make your father happy. Don’t you want him to be happy? If so, don’t tell him about this.”

“Your father wouldn’t understand, but you understand, don’t you?”

“Like I give a fuck if the trash is sorry!”

“You little fucker! Don’t think I’m going to let you get away with that!!”

“I could end your miserable life right now, but I won’t. You haven’t outlived your usefulness yet.”

“Brat! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“You can’t do anything right, useless child.”

“Dumb ass kid! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Watch it, fucktard. I don’t have the patience to deal with you.”

“Why do you look so much like him!? Is this the universe’s idea of a fucking joke? Damn you! Get out of my sight!”

Whumpering-heights here with bad news...

Hi, you might know me from stories like Behind The Masks. Here's some of my art:

The bad news is that I have lost my blog. I have had it for nearly half a decade, then one accidental click and it's deleted forever. (I had meant to delete a sideblog I wasn't using anymore. I didn't realize it would nuke ALL my blogs.)

So I guess there's nothing to do but start over from scratch. I'm going put this in the whump tags, in the hopes of letting people know what happened. I would like to ask people to reblog this, so as many of my old followers can see this as possible.

(EDIT: thank you so much to @meaculpameahugeculpa for recovering my taglist of Behinds the Masks! ! @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question @pumpkin-spice-whump @fanastyfinder @whumpy-arts-and-crafts @arsonfrogger @burtlederp @harri-00 @akito-fuckn-fear @potatoo-whump @jo-castle @mannerofwhump sorry for the bad news, but at least now I haven't left any of you in the dark.)

All my posts are perma deleted. They only exist in reblogs now, not even in the tags. Thank god I have all my writing, even the drabbles that were in response to asks, on my computer! Reposting it will take a long while, though. I might be able to use the internet archive, but I'm not sure.

Mostly, I'm mourning the testament to my readers' support. I can't get that back. Nothing to do but rebuild from here, i suppose.

Whumpee eventually agrees to the surgery, but is severely angry at Caretaker afterwards because the surgery has severe negative side effects (even though it was life saving in the long run)

whumpee needs a major surgery that the doctors need them to consent to. But they refuse. They outright refuse. If any of the doctors or nurses even mention it they start screaming. Caretaker is begging whumpee to consent, mentally noting to make sure that if whumpee survives, to get written down as whumpee's medical proxy

For the ask game:

Obedient/docile whumpee! The opposite of defiant whumpee.

Whumping in EESU: Obedient whumpee

Whumpee is walked to an interrogation room. They've never tried to fight the officers, resist the guards' grip or otherwise act out yet they're fully restrained every time they leave their cell. Whumpee dreams they won't have to wear them one day. EESU laws say no matter the behavior, restraints are a must.

Whumpee is on a detention medical check, silently hoping they won't be deemed fit for hard manual labor.

After several horrible interrogations, whumpee finally writes down their confession, watching their tears falling on the paper and mixing with fresh pen ink.

Test subject whumpee having to go through another long and invasive examination, staying still as the doctors bend, move and observe their body; they won't say it out loud but in their mind they've been begging for it to stop thousands of times.

Test subject whumpee watches themself being covered in restraints, unable to move at a cold medical table, hearing the researchers discuss the oncoming procedure. The sense of dread fills their body, the silent tears run down their face, unseen and unheard.

Labor camp whumpee, overworked and exhausted, struggling to move from muscle pain, silently carrying themselves to work in hopes of getting a shorter sentence or being eventually promoted.

Class 4 whumpee getting a gift for their compliance - a task to mop the floors within their allowed part of the facility. A menial chore for workers, a first opportunity to walk out of the cell for the subject; even in the tight leg cuffs, they're glad for that tiny piece of freedom they can get.

Whumpee starting to know more and more about their facility's work, see more things facilty workers do and hear conversations they have; in a state of horror and pain for their fellow subjects, unable to do anything about it, they feel utterly helpless.

Whumpee trying to cope with knowing the terrible things EESU government, such a fine system from the outside, has actually been doing all along.

Whumpee tries to brace themselves for resisting the guards or asking questions yet every time the facility guards open the cell door and call their new name, a four-digit ID number, all they can do is obediently walk to them as if they've been hypnotized.

"Personal property" whumpee finally standing still while their owner tightens their old collar again; they know how much pain they'll be in if they try to refuse.

Whumpee bringing food, drinks and requested loads of paperwork to their owner's table, looking confused, powerless and pathetic among the powerful, confident, relaxed high-rank officials gathered in their owner's office.

"Long live the European Communist Party! Long live the Supreme Commander! Long live EESU!", whumpee automatically repeats when asked to, almost unconsciously, as they learned from a long time of repetition, discipline and punishments.

Class 2 whumpee writting letters to their family every time they come home from work; their loved ones are so close but letters are the only way to keep in contact since they haven't received a permission to leave their labor commune yet.

Whumpee, a relatively innocent political convict, becoming conditioned to fully believe they are an enemy of the state and they deserve what it brings upon them.

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