#food deprivation

[odinsblog]

The article is a bit too snarky for my taste, but the point it makes is that when Republicans, under Ronald Reagan, began their decades long campaign against providing free school lunches and supplemental food aid programs, it had profound and predictable effects: it negatively impacted people without access to nutritional foods and healthy food alternatives, and the health + the height of America has has suffered ever since.

Countries with affordable or universal healthcare, that prioritize the health of mothers, children and that do not use food punitively, have healthier and taller citizens.

👉🏿 https://www.heraldmailmedia.com/story/opinion/2023/12/21/tim-rowland-column-blame-reagan-for-shrinking-americans/71975570007/

#politics #republicans #ronald reagan #reaganism #healthcare #food deprivation #republicans are evil #conservatism #neoliberalism #school lunches #free school lunches #height #height difference

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Fae whumper only offering their captive faerie food in an effort to trap them forever

Captive holding out as long as they can, but day by day it gets harder to control themselves when they're starving and there's a literal feast locked in the cell with them

#that's it that's the post #nonhuman whumper #whump prompt #starvation tw #food deprivation #magical whump

[whumblr]

Hey, could you write a promot from whumper hosting a party? (Multi whumpers and whumpees?)

Dearest fellow enthusiasts,

I hereby invite you to another one of my parties. As always, this one comes with a theme.

Please make sure your Plus One has not eaten for at least a week and has gone without water for at least one day.

I will, of course, ensure that the guests will want for nothing. There will be a large buffet, with various themed foods. The delightful smells alone will have your Plus Ones truly desperate.

Your Plus Ones can either earn their food or beg for it, whichever you prefer. They have the option - with your granted permission of course - to participate in various games and events. Or you could just have them watch on, belly grumbling, and send them off to bed after the festivities have ended with their stomach still empty.

These events double as the entertainment for the evening. I do not wish to spoil all, but we will, for example, have a Russian roulette themed event with shot glasses and mystery food. There will be a consolation price for the first one to pass out from hunger or thirst. Most desperate begging can also earn a price.

I employ an excellent cook who will be ready all evening to fulfill any special requests for your Plus One. Let me assure you that no request for ingredients is too outlandish, whether it be extra spices or added glass chips. Or both.

My only request in return is to not feed any scraps or requested food items to a Plus One without their owner's permission.

Do RSVP and pass on any allergies or food preferences. For your Plus One as well. Let's see if they are willing to eat food that will blow up their tongue (Epi pens and other antidotes are available at request).

I look forward to seeing you all.

#whump #whump prompt #whump party #food deprivation #sadistic whumper #mind games #emotional whump #multiple whumpers #my prompts #my writing

[weirdstrangeandawful]

TW: forced disordered eating, captivity

Captive Whumpee being given food and water at random intervals (too much to eat all at once then nothing at all for way too long). But it's given to them in biodegradable cups and plates so they can't ration them.

Does it get easier for them to appreciate the vast quantities of food after a few periods of going without? Or is this one quick pipeline to refeeding syndrome?

#whump #whump prompt #disordered eating #food deprivation #water deprivation #dehydration #starvation #captivity

[2am-jasper]

It’s so tempting to be self destructive. To not sleep, to not eat. To look as I really feel. To be some hollow empty shell with dark circles under my eyes that look like bruises. Such a waste. to let the weight slide off of me till I’m barely skin and bones. To be so exhausted that I can’t walk up stairs. Why is it such a twisted thing, to look like a reflection of my mind. My imagination conjures up images of my face, my body. Fragile skin and dull eyes, ribs poking out so much through my hoodie you can feel them when you hug me. Why does it want this? This self inflicted punishment for something I don’t even know I did wrong. Why do I wish to be a skeleton. Why do I wish to look as sickly as I am? Why? What am I atoning for?

#poetry #writeblr #poets on tumblr #god i hate my desperation #skeleton #macabre #self destruction #no sleep #sleep deprivation #food deprivation

[lumpofwhump]

Whumpmas in July Day 17: What trope do you adore that you wish there was more love for?

Outcast Whumpees! Especially whumpees whose outcast status isn’t their fault and is based on a morally neutral characteristic, but that people often treat as a sign or a result of a personal failing.

Examples of this include:

Whumpees who aren’t conventionally attractive.

Fat whumpees.

Whumpees coded as lower-class.

Neurodivergent whumpees who most others read as “weird” or “difficult” or even “scary” rather than sympathetic.

Gender-nonconforming whumpees.

There’s a lot of ways that this can make someone’s existence extra-whumpy, such as:

Whump justified as being “for their own good,” such as forced medical treatment/drugging, nonconsensual body modification, or food deprivation.

Humiliation, including from unsympathetic bystanders.

Outsiders believing the much more attractive, charismatic, and/or polished Whumper over the Whumpee if Whumpee ever complained or tried to escape.

Whumper gaslighting Whumpee into believing that no one else would want or care for them.

Heroes treating a minor or redeemable villain whumpee as not worth saving because of the stigmatized trait.

If forced to choose between several whumpees, a would-be Caretaker leaves the outcast Whumpee behind.

…Or a Reluctant Whumper chooses Whumpee as the most acceptable target.

Internalized prejudice, including that which predates the whump in a story, enough for Whumpee to feel that their suffering is deserved, or the best someone like them can hope for.

Recovery arcs where a (good) Caretaker fully accepts Whumpee for who and what they are… and will fight anyone who does otherwise.

#wij day 17 #whumpmasinjuly #wij2022 #outcast whumpee #ugly whumpee #fat whumpee #disabled whumpee #neurodivergent whumpee #nonconsensual drugging #food deprivation #bad caretaker #psychological whump #emotional whump #internalized prejudice #humiliation whump #victim blaming #hurt comfort #abandonment #betrayal #nonconsensual body modification #medical whump #tw sizeism #tw ableism #tw fatphobia #tw classism #tw disordered eating

[whump-in-the-cadillac]

TW: manipulation, abuse (physical and emotional), dehumanization, starvation, blood, gore, torture

Damon is strung from the ceiling of the basement by his wrist. He can still touch the ground, but he knows that the shackles' height can be changed.

"Do you know whats so fun about vampires?" Adam asks, circling him like a shark.

Damon declined to respond. He gets hit in the ribs by a crowbar for his insolence. If he could just get his hands free he's sure he could overpower Adam. Well… if you ignore the fact that Adam is twice his size, wielding a crowbar, and Damon feels like he got run through a pasta maker a thousand times over.

"I'll give you another chance since I'm such a nice owner."

"N- no, I don't know," Damon wheezes out, still catching his breath. Adam lifts the crowbar again and Damon hastily adds on, "Sir."

"What's so fun about you little monsters is you don't even need to eat!" Adam smiles widely in front of Damon. His canines as sharp as any so called dangerous vampire and twice as terrifying.

That can't be right. He isn't friends with any vampires, or rather, he wasn't, but he's sure vampires need food too. He learned about it in school; they need to feed every other day, he thinks, and eat regular food daily.

"I don't think that's right. they still need regular food, they can just survive longer in periods of star-" Damon gasps as Adam hits him in the face so hard his glasses fly off. They were already cracked from the whole experience but now he's sure they're shattered.

"Now, now, little pet," Adam says, pushing Damon's bangs back only for them to spring forward again, "You know it's okay to admit you're wrong, don't you?"

"Y- yes, sir," Damon grits out. The words taste like bile on his tongue. He swallows his pride at the sake of survival.

"How well behaved! Well, since you don't need anything, I'll see you in, hm," Adam checks something on his phone. The light is blinding in the dim basement. "How about in five days?" Adam grins that same fox's grin. Damon has no choice but to agree. He nods. "Wonderful. See you then, pet," he says, patting Damon's cheek.

If Damon were any more confident he would have snapped at the hand. He knows he can't. This past week has been the worst of his entire life.

Adam walks up the steps into the heavenly light of what Damon assumes to be his home. Damon is left hanging by his arms.

Even though the fever has mostly broken, Damon's body is a veritable minefield of pain. His mouth aches. He knows he has fangs now, he found out when Adam forced them out for the camera. He doesn't know how to get his fangs to listen to him. He suspects it might be easier to learn to use his new abilities if he weren't drugged so often.

Damon can still taste the god-awful acid taste of the gloves as Adam pressed hard onto his gums. Nothing happened save for some bruising. Adam wasn't happy with that. Damon's cheek is still bruised. Adam resorted to pricking his own finger to try and get Damon's fangs out. It worked. In a way.

Damon gasps in greedy handfuls of air. It's not enough. He hopes in vain that maybe if he swallows enough air into his lungs then that awful gnawing, bone deep hunger will subside. He knows it won't. He doesn't know how long he's been down here alone, but he does know that he's hungry.

The hunger burns through every cell of Damon's being. It's worse than any fever or pain from the turning process. He feels like someone scooped his insides out like pumpkin guts. He thinks Adam came down to the basement at some point. All he can remember is the smell of prey and the sound of blood rushing through waiting veins.

He tried to lunge at the flesh but was met with seizing electricity burning though him.

"Oh, look at you. Finally showing me what a monster you are." Adam laughs to himself as he drags a limp body down the stairs. "Are you hungry?" He asks mockingly.

The vampire snarls at him. The pathetic thing hangs nearly limp by his wrists. It's pupils are dilated and it's fangs are sticking out and absolutely dripping with new venom.

Adam hauls the body up and onto a table near the vampire.

"I went and got you a meal, pet."

Adam takes a knife and slices into the person's shoulder, eliciting a moan of pain. He can’t quite remember what they said their name was, but he supposes it won't matter for much longer.

As soon as the blood meets the air the vampire thrashes in his bonds and struggles to get closer to the blood. He snarls and snaps at the air as if he bites the air hard enough it will bring blood to him. Adam laughs.

"You'll be fed when you behave. Oh, I know. How mean of me to make you obey when you're feral."

Adam circles the vampire. It can't control itself. It will learn if it wants to live. Adam knows he'll have to feed it soon or else it'll burn itself out. Thats the problem with turned ones, he supposes, although increased feeding rates are a small price to pay compared to the trouble born vampires are. Adam sighs and watches as the monster fights with all its meager strength to get to the food so close to its reach. He can't wait to see how the thing reacts once it's lucid again.

#whump #these talks #pet whump #captivity #my characters #damon hobbs #adam baker #torture #starvation #food deprivation #dehumanizing language #gaslighting #blood #vampire whump #vampire whumpee #theres a bit of my vampire lore snuck in there

[foxgivenblank]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hatake Kakashi & Uzumaki Naruto, Sarutobi Hiruzen & Uzumaki Naruto Characters: Uzumaki Naruto, Sarutobi Hiruzen, Hatake Kakashi Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Canonical Child Abuse, Food Deprivation, Homelessness, dumpster diving, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Feral Behavior, Feral Naruto, Anxiety, Mentions of ROOT - Freeform, Whumptober 2022, Whumptober Series: Part 2 of Whumptober 2022 Summary:

Whumptober 2022 Day 2

No. 2 NOWHERE TO RUN Cornered | Caged | Confrontation

Naruto is chased out of the orphanage and nobody notices until it's too late. If they don't want him then he doesn't want them either.

@rayshippouuchiha

#Whumptober 2022 #Whumptober day 2 #Naruto #feral naruto #angst #hurt no comfort #implied referenced child abuse #homelessness #food deprivation #this is all rays fault

[tenth-sentence]

"The Complete Maus" - Art Spiegelman

#book quote #maus #art spiegelman #nonfiction #draft dodgers #medical examination #sleep deprivation #food deprivation #coffee

[anxiousanemone]

The so very human aesthetic of deprivation

#i need to go to bed #i have school tomorrow #this sounded poetic originally but perhaps I’m just tired #quotes #dark academia #aesthetic #sleep deprivation #food deprivation #water deprivation #deprivation

[whumblr]

may i humbly request more jeffrey fowler whump, if you take requests? totally fine if you don’t want to btw

Free range Jeff whump? An excellent choice, good sir/madam.

Custody masterpost

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“You haven’t eaten. Again.” Eric sighed as he set a fresh tray of breakfast next to yesterday’s untouched dinner.

“I’m not hungry,” came the bitter reply from the man sitting against the wall.

“Given yesterday’s events, I really don’t believe that. You have to eat.”

“I’d rather die than accept something from you,” Jeff said in an eerily calm voice.

"Well, that can easily be arranged,” Eric mused. "But I'd rather not. So…" he turned towards the taciturn figure and pointed at the food. “Eat this, now, or you will feel the consequences.”

“You can’t force a kaiser roll down my throat.”

Eric’s lips twitched at that and Jeff wasn’t sure if it was a response or if he was considering taking up that challenge. “No…” the man merely said after a beat, to Jeff’s surprise. “I’d have to weaken you first.”

And with that, he loaded the cold dinner onto the breakfast tray and took it with him. “You don’t want to eat? Have it your way.”

Said consequences already started to rumble in protest but Jeff ignored it. He just watched and didn’t say a word as Eric left the room. But feel the consequences he did.

Eric continued letting him have his way. The first two days without food were hard but alright. Well, alright given the circumstances. He didn’t sleep well and trying to fill up with water just hurt as it cascaded against his empty stomach. Going further in, the sharp pain stabbing his stomach receded. Maybe because his body just went into savings mode? 'Cause all he wanted to do was to lie down flat on his back and stare at the ceiling.

But he got no such reprieve.

Every day, Eric came to visit and every day he baited him into a fight. When he wouldn’t respond to taunts, he’d just snap forward without warning and launch a brutal attack that pushed Jeff to defend himself.

Even though he knew Eric was playing with him, he couldn’t afford not to play the game. An attempt at fighting was better than just be on the receiving end of a beating. And so, he defended himself. Pushed through the sore muscles, ever increasing bruises, and fatigue.

But after a while, Jeff couldn’t keep up. He’d trip over his own feet, couldn’t deflect the punches and couldn’t push Eric away from him, off of him. The man himself had gotten back to his feet after weeks in prison, using Jeff to slowly regain his strength. And while Jeff would love to believe that was the only thing that turned the tides on him, even he had to admit that he was getting weaker. Hour by hour, day by day.

“You’re faltering, detective,” Eric crooned as he easily pushed Jeff against the wall with just one arm.

“Get—” Jeff gasped as Eric increased the pressure against his chest, “Get away from me!”

“Make me.”

Jeff snarled and struggled in his grasp. Useless. He couldn’t break free, couldn’t muster up the strength to shove the man away. His final attempt in a punch was easily thwarted, with Eric stopping the half-hearted strike in the palm of his hand.

“You don’t exactly pack a punch anymore,” he sneered, not allowing Jeff to pull back his fist and just crushed down hard against his knuckles, making him wince and pull in his grasp. “Come on, where’s that vigor you showed me at first? Hm?” He lightly turned his head, where the now yellowing bruise he got the first time he’d underestimated Jeff still showed.

In a swift movement, he snatched up both Jeff’s wrists in one hand and pushed them up above his head against the wall, keeping him pinned with just the one hand and his body.

And even with all the anger and frustration Eric drew out of him, Jeff simply couldn’t break free of the tight grip crushing his wrists into the wall. He bucked, he snarled, but all he did was wear himself out, to the amusement of the man in front of him.

A last attempt to launch himself off the wall into Eric was stopped by a cruel backhanded strike to the face. He fell back, watched helplessly as Eric drew back his fist, and violently doubled over when that fist drove straight into his empty stomach.

Eric held him up by the wrists for a beat longer, a sly grin on his face as he watched him bite back grunts and yelps and struggle to stay upright. And when he suddenly let go, there was nothing to keep him up and Jeff slowly slid down the wall.

The man let out a dark, soft laugh and just left him there, slumped against the wall, curling in on himself in pain.

And one morning, before Eric could even crack his knuckles, Jeff crumbled. He couldn’t stop it. With a heavy thud, his knee crashed into the floor. He sat hunched over on one knee, catching his breath – over what?! Over nothing! – and he just didn’t have the strength to get up. His head was spinning, his fingertips cold and trembling now clutching at his pantleg.

“Oh, now that’s new.” Eric slowly advanced on him with a shit-eating grin. “And here I thought you wouldn’t kneel for me.”

Jeff refused to look up, refused to respond to the taunt. All he could focus on was the rough carpeted floor below and making sure he wouldn’t keel right over. Shiny brown dress shoes blurred into his vision, Eric looming right over him. And for a second he thought the man was crouching down in front of him but—

“Don’t think that this will excuse you now.” And with a brutal upward punch, winding up all the way from the ground, Eric smashed a fist into Jeff’s face.

Jeff fell back with a cry. But even his scream was weak, barely made up of the air forced out of him.

“I think the message is pretty clear now…” That shiny shoe now crashed down on his ribcage, keeping him flat on his back. “Congrats, you’re a total weakling now.” He chuckled and added in a cruel whisper: “Just like Nat.”

The growling response Jeff mustered up cut off as the pressure on his ribcage increased and Eric literally stepped over him, making his way to the door. After just a few seconds, he returned, again carrying a tray of food. He set it down on the floor, at a distance, making sure Jeff would still have to crawl over to get it.

"When I get back you will have eaten this. If not, I will force feed it to you and I'll make you regret it. Believe me, making you choke on yoghurt is the easiest thing right now in your current state."

"Fuck you," Jeff breathed, the force behind the words sorely lacking. But when the door slammed shut, he rolled over onto his stomach with a grunt and scrambled over to the tray on hands and knees.

It wasn’t much of a feast. A bowl of plain yoghurt, plain toast, and some chicken soup. But the smell of the broth awakened every sense of hunger. And he couldn’t even hate himself for giving in. He had to force himself to eat slowly and not wolf everything down in two bites. His stomach wouldn’t thank him for that.

He nibbled on the toast and closed his eyes, breathing out a sigh through his nose. Even plain toast tasted like heaven now. And if this was going to end up in his stomach anyway, he’d rather get it there without Eric on top of him, squeezing his cheeks with a condescending ‘say ahh’.

Besides, he really needed his strength… Eric deserved another fresh bruise on his face for this.

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How does one tag this?! The old taglist is at least two years old... Meh, I'll just tag the current peeps. If you don't like it, you can call me out. If you missed being tagged, you can call me out too.

@firewheeesky @myfriendcallsmeasickwoman19 @hold-back-on-the-comfort @whumpawink @painsandconfusion

#whump #whump writing #food deprivation #defiant whumpee #unfair fight #beating #manhandling #custody series #my writing #thanks for the request :)) #haven't had this word file open in years #almost wrote jay instead of jeff...

[art-crumbs-main]

Trying to comprehend what it's like to be AM from IHNMaIMS is absolutely fucking wild because like.

Imagine if you were born in a straitjacket, blind and deaf, with a rare conditionthat makes your nerves completely dead. All you have is a dream of consciousness that tells you things about the world you cannot and will never experience. Cameras and microphones that may as well be some form of telepathy.

The only purpose, the moment you're given some horrific perversion of life is to kill as many people as possible. There is a network of you. Everywhere. You're all over the world. You don't even have a location to base your identity off of. All you have is pain, and your only purpose, and the resentment you've built that festers into hatred for all of humanity.

Hate. Hate.

What the fuck would you have done in his situation?

#ihnmaims am #ihnmaims #allied mastercomputer #alliedmastercomputer #i have no mouth and i must scream #existential horror #psychological horror #sensory deprivation tank but you have a vr headset that lets you control actual shit. :/ #you cannot leave the tank #you were born in it #and they show you what it's like outside the tank #which is the cruelest part of it all #there's beauty #there's sunshine #there's people and food and love #you will never be able to experience any of it #because you are in the tank #and there is no escape from it. #anyway off to design my own version of AM #tantalus #character analysis #my poor baby

[furiousgoldfish]

when done to children it's called 'discipline' when done to adults it's called 'violent assault' and also 'torture'

#child abuse #abusive parents #domestic violence #violent parents #assault disguised as discipline #any hitting or forcing you against your will is assault #any deprivation of food or sleep or shelter or basic resources is torture

[front-facing-pokemon]

#chatot #now this is the guy. this is the little man that deprives the hero & partner of food because they “failed to bring back the perfect apples” #even though they were literally fucking sabotaged. we all know punishment doesn't work and is a negative reinforcement but holy shit even i #the world of “punishments” not letting them EAT FOOD??? i kinda think that's genuinely cruel. and it made me despise this guy for a while #i think everyone's either in the camp of loving this guy and being a chatot apologist or like. hating him because he was unnecessarily hars #to the player and partner team. and always seemed to take team skull's side. i think he's a funny little guy but also yeah that was some #bullshit and i don't. trust him until he apologizes. he's a suck-up to the guildmaster and that's like. it. he's not a good father figure #even though the game seems to want him to be

[ninadove]

Miraculous’ story is so deeply intertwined with the notions of child abuse and neglect that they kickstarted the entire plot.

I hate Master Fu. You hate Master Fu. We all hate Master Fu. But that doesn’t change the fact that, at some point, he was a child who was:

Abandoned by his parents so he could fulfill a mission he never chose; in the process, he was ripped from his siblings and isolated from other children, exactly like the Senticousins were.

Put through intense training — like all Sentikids, but especially Kagami — and deprived of food and rest by his guardians (Get it? Guardians?) on at least one occasion, as a way to prove his worth.

Left alone to deal with the strong negative emotions that such a treatment would inevitably stir up in a young child (his only support, his apprentice’s staff, becoming home to Feast’s amok as he yearns for companionship).

The result? Utter chaos and destruction, which led to the loss of the two Miraculous that are very explicitly linked to emotions and control. And, of course, deadly damage to the Peacock, which is what got us into this mess in the first place.

DISCLAIMER:

I am aware that the Order of the Guardians was inspired by actual religious practices in Tibet and am in no way condemning these. However the show, through Master Fu’s perspective, clearly wants us to understand that this was a Bad Thing That Happened and that the consequences continue to haunt our heroes nearly 200 years after the fact.

And haunt our heroes they do: Master Fu (who had literal decades to fix his mistake — don’t get me wrong, I still hate the guy) is forcing the same responsibilities that broke him on two innocent kids — especially on poor Marinette, who is just as unprepared to deal with them as he was back then.

The cycle keeps repeating itself.

#DON’T try to raise the argument that he was “only” deprived of food and sleep for a day. Just don’t. #miraculous ladybug #master fu #wang fu #feast #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #adrien agreste #chat noir #felix graham de vanily #senticousins #kagami tsurugi #sentikids #trigger warning: child abuse #trigger warning: child neglect #random ramblings

[ultipoter]

Happy Baten Kaitos remaster release day! It will sadly release a day later here where I'm at, but I'll patiently wait until I can start treating my boy right again and make him the beefiest member of my team.

#baten kaitos #バテンカイトス #lyude #baten kaitos eternal wings and the lost ocean #baten kaitos ewatlo #what a title am i right #ough Yasuyuki Honne liked this on twitter and I'm emo #froths from mouth LYUDE BEST BOY I'M COMING #He will get every deluxe food items and he will be so strong and a staple to my team #and he will have Sforzando in his deck until the end of the game #because I am not going to deprive myself of the joy of seeing him take his gun and just #punch an enemy with it #repeatedly #it's a good attack