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@whumptydaisy
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Hi everyone! Please call me Daisy! I'm mostly a lurker in the Whump Community, but I do eventually want to get into writing whump as well! The tag for asks and my original posts is #DaisyDukesπ¦
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My trope preferences and squicks are below the read more
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Whump Gifathon 2026
Day 17: "All Tied Up" The Rookie, 4x07, John Nolan
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whumpee crawling away so weak, beaten and bloody that all Whumper has to do is slowly walk over and kick them
you can never take "whumper gives whumpee a long wet kiss after assaulting them and then leaves them sprawled whereaver they are" away from me.
big fan of a character seeking comfort in the arms of the thing thatβs going to kill them. and i am psycologicalily normal too.
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Whumper using Whumpee as a guinea pig for all of their experiments. Every failed and successful attempt transforms Whumpee, turning them more and more beast like than human.
By angrylittleghostinacup
We all love the "becoming the very thing you sought to destroy," trope. but I have a growing fondness for "destroying the very thing you sought to become"
sensory overload has SUCH potential as whump. inescapable, grating pain that's so hard to explain or get people to take seriously, whittling whumpee's self control down to nothing until they can't take it anymore. the resulting meltdown, messy and exhausting, leaving whumpee vacant and drained. the aftermath. emotions raw and sensitive or muffled behind the brain fog, the struggle to concentrate, to talk, to interact with anyone. and if they don't get recovery time, repeat again and again.
I think you should drag your whumpees around by their neck :)
I love when Whumper goes "look at me!" in a stern voice and Whumpee immediately snaps up to meet Whumper's merciless gaze with terror in their eyes
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some cloud whump based on @eahajun 's fic A Dead Man's Wish on ao3 (brooo all their works are so gooood!!!)
dudes be like βi know a placeβ and then you end up chained in their basement
That was the part he liked.
Not the pain itself, though pain had its uses. Not the violence, though violence opened such lovely doors. It was the reaction after. The way shame bloomed. The way it spread through a person faster than blood. The way it took over all the empty spaces and made a cage sturdier than any rope, any wire, any grip around a throat.
best kinds of characters either:
is/has been an active suicide risk
doesnβt or cannot consider suicide a real option and so is left with an inarticulable feeling of circling the drain
Caretaker holds whumpee gently by its face. "Listen to me. What he wants doesn't matter anymore, ok?"
"Yes, sir." It's only what she wants that matters now, and she wants it to forget him. It would try.
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Whumpee thinks Caretaker is their new master. Good trope, right? But check this out;
Caretaker doesn't notice.
Because the morning after the day they were rescued, all Whumpee did was get Caretaker a cup of coffee. It was only after then that Whumpee realized new master new rules, and Caretaker might not like coffee at all. So after an hour or so of a panic attack, Whumpee decides to stay put and not do anything.
But Caretaker didn't say anything about that coffee, so Whumpee should probably keep doing that?
And so, every morning, Caretaker gets a cup of coffee, says thank you, that's a nice gesture, and gets done with the day, while Whumpee tries to stay as quiet and unnoticed as possible. Not angering Caretaker is their top priority. Caretaker notices Whumpee is really, really quiet, but hey, they might just like it quiet. They do seem a little scared, but they've been putting off well, so Caretaker is positive that they'll get better with time.
Then Caretaker hears Whumper liked a cup of coffee every morning.
That's.. a strange coincidence.
I hope that's a coincidence.
And they finally try to talk to Whumpee about it, and Whumpee breaks into tears and Caretaker realizes what a mess this is,
B sits on the edge of the countertop, the newspaper thrown to their side. The coffee they just drank swims in their guts as their eyes burn with the threatening promise of tears. The headline mocks them.
"Whumper on Parole: Where Will They Go From Here?"
A walks in, takes one look at B, and quietly moves to the coffee pot. They fill their cup, deeply inhale the aroma, and take a deep drink. "They got out?"
B's fingertips dig into the edge of the counter. Their lips press into a thin, wobbly line as they muster up the tiniest of nods.
A drains the rest of the coffee without care for its scalding heat. They lean back against the counter across from B and cross their arms. "You know, I could take care of them for you. You'd never have to worry about them being loose."
B shakes their head. "No, it's not worth the risk."
"You know I wouldn't get caught."
"That's not what I mean, A."
A looks down at their shoes. "It's not your fault, B."
A tear singes B's cheek. "Okay."
"I mean it." A pauses, watching B tremble. They know not to come too close to them right now and risk it hurting them more. "Come on. Let's go to C's."
B wipes their cheeks. "Why are we going to C's?"
"Because C owes me a batch of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, and they're way better at giving a safe hug than me."
B's unease cracks with a small smile. "Thanks, A. I mean it."
"Save the sentiment for C." A smiles and helps B down from the counter. "Anytime, B."
