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@whumptydaisy
🦋Hello There!🦋
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 #DaisyDukes🦋
21 | They/Them & She/Her | if you Don't Like, Don't Read |
My trope preferences and squicks are below the read more
loud, cheerful, clingy whumpee — whose personality does a 180 after being assaulted. flinching at loud noises, dark circles under reddened eyes, arms hugging their torso as they shy away from touch.
their friends want to help, but how can they when they don’t know what happened?
whumpee had fallen asleep on the couch during the movie. there’s a careful distance between them and their friend, mindful of the way that they’ve taken to flinching, shrinking in on themself, curling their body away from others. it’s such a shift from how they used to be, from how they were so warm and outgoing, leaning into and loving the world and being with people in it.
friend misses it - the way whumpee would hug and touch and cuddle and smile and shout and light up when they saw people they knew and liked. when they watched movies like this, whumpee would end up laying in their lap, or pressed together laying on the couch, their head resting easily and naturally on friend’s chest. friend’s chest aches with the phantom sensation of what they should be feeling.
something happened. it had to have. they keep trying to piece it together, and they have it narrowed down to a specific day. after that day, everything was different. friend just can’t figure out what might have happened.
whumper. they were going to hang out with whumper that day, weren’t they? maybe friend should ask them about it - they’re the only person who might actually know.
black whumpees. black whumpees who were raised in a lab/living weapon facility/something to that effect and never had anyone teach them how to take care of their hair and always just had it roughly untangled with no regard for their pain meeting caretaker (also black) who knows how to do wonderful cornrows in whimsical patterns and softly comb their hair with more gentleness than they've ever known before. black whumpees with a creepy whumper who thinks their eyes—dark as the night, just as deep, just as starry, just as infinite—are the most beautiful thing on the world. black pet whumpee with a godawful no-good whumper who forces them to speak "proper" (= standard english or their setting's equivalent, whumper's definition of unproper being AAVE/ebonics) and who finally finds a safe space to let go and speak normally during recovery. black whumpee who got their hair forcefully cut/shaved in captivity getting to wear bright, beautiful extensions and braids to try and make up for what was lost, now that they have the freedom to. black whumpee snatched up and raised in captivity and isolated from their culture being tended to by a community who helps them reconnect with the lost time, good food making them tear up with nostalgia longing for a time they barely remember existed.
black whumpees in all shades of skin from bronze terracota to the deepest mahogany & with all kinds of hair from a curly cloud of sheep's wool to a fluffy, looser kind of curls & black whumpees in all shapes & sizes & all kinds of gender and sexuality or lack thereof & as robots and fairies and angels and vampires from all kinds of backgrounds & with all kinds of trauma. yes please.
A whump trope bingo :D inspired by @whumperofworlds thank you for the template!!
I got bingo!
oooh, me too!
whumpee doesn't want to do this. why is whumper so adamant about this? they don't want to— their head buzzes frantically— they don't want to.
but what they want is of no consequence at all, they despair. they don't want to do this? tough luck. they have to do it anyways. they don't get a say in it— and they never will.
Whumper saying they have a surprise for Whumpee in another room. They get there, and Whumpee doesn’t know whether to scream or collapse. In the room is an injured Caretaker, bound and gagged.
I heart prey animal rage I love when characters are fucking insane with terror
When they're not dangerous like a hunter but dangerous like a spooked horse kicking your skull in
Let's hear it for prey animal rage let's hear it for killing everyone else in the world before you'll let them catch you
@albatris
uhh so what if Thanos didnt immediately kill Loki. what then
Whumpee learns to think of themselves as just a body, an object to be used.
It's a lot less painful than being a person being violated.
died and came back wrong and no one could tell the difference
died and came back wrong but only to myself. died and came back and nobody noticed i died. died and people think i came back better. died and came back wrong only in a specific sense of "wrong". died and fought like hell to come back and everyone thinks it was easy. died and came back mentally wrong and physically fine and tearing myself apart from the inside. died and hiding everything that went wrong. died and trying so hard to show what is wrong and nobody notices.
inspired by Million Dollar Man 😔 @bag-o-bees @waitingformy-fanfiction
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"The way your blood paints your lips makes hurting you so much more pleasurable."
"Cry for me. Scream for me. Bleed for me. If I can't tear my eyes away from you, it's only fair you're not able to tear yours away from me."
"God, if only you knew what you do to me... You wouldn't make those lovely noises around me ever again."
"Come here, Love. I wasn't done with you yet."
"You act like you didn't ask me to do this to you..."
"Bite me, motherfucker!"
"Gladly."
"Wh-... What is that noise?"
"My new roommate."
"He sounds like he's in pain!"
"He is."
"Aw. How sweet. Did I make you cry? Let's try that one again then, shall we."
"May I-, May I h-h-have dinner today, s-sir?"
"We'll see. How about this? For every minute you spend underwater, you can have one bite. Sounds good?"
"...Ye-, Yes, sir. That s-sound-, sounds wonderful."
"Shhh. I'm here. You're safe with me. It won't hurt if you obey."
"Huh. I thought you surely would have passed out by now. I guess you must be enjoying it as much as I am then."
"Ah. Thank you darling. I feel much better now. Bring me some wine after you're done cleaning yourself up, would you? Red; for tonight."
"Hush now. I don't want to hear from you until morning. Let's see if you learn your lesson until then."
"Ghnh-! Please, p-please! Ah! Please stop! Stop! S-stop!"
"Aww, look at you, you're so adorable!" Whumper cooed, looking down at whumpee's broken body. "How are you feeling?"
Whumpee grimaced, "It....... hurts," they whimpered.
Whumper gave them a gentle smile, kneeling down to pet their head. "Good! I should hope so."
Whumpee is stressing out too much. They’re in hospital, injured, but stable— Team is there, Caretaker, Leader, everyone. But what happened sticks with them far too vividly. Their heart is racing, hands shaking, breaths short. So, Team Member calls a nurse in. The nurse checks Whumpee’s vitals, glances around. “If it’s okay, i’d like to give you something to help you calm down a bit. Is that okay? It’s important your heart rate goes down. You’ll just feel a bit sleepy, and fuzzy.” Their eyes flicker between Caretaker, Leader, and Whumpee.
Whumpee doesn’t like that, that feeling. Maybe it’s because of something that happened, maybe it’s unrelated. But they do not like feeling floaty and disconnected. Not sleepy or slightly out of control. They just look up at Caretaker, knowing they can decide. That they themselves are probably not the best person to decide right now.
Caretaker takes a moment, calculating. “Mmhm, I think we should try the medicine. Is that okay, sweetheart?”
Whumpee swallows. They hate it, they hate it so much. But they trust Caretaker. “Kay.” Is all they manage, their voice croaky and weak and scared. The nurse nods, adjusting the IV to slowly drip a mild sedative into Whumpee’s body.
The second Whumpee feels that pull, that slight fog, start to creep in, they crumble. “Caretaker, - I don’t like it. C’mere, I don’t— don’t like it.” Caretaker nods, sitting gingerly on the mattress beside them.
“It’s okay, you know. Just medicine. It won’t make you fall asleep, it just helps your body calm down. Realise it’s not… not there again. Yeah?” Their voice is so soft, so caring, and Whumpee can’t helo but lean into it. “Yeah,” They agree. “But it’s weird. Feels… feels weird. Turn it off? Stop the… weird feelin’.” Caretaker shakes their head, shuffling closer and pulling Whumpee so their head is resting against their chest. “No, baby. But you don’t need to worry. If you stop worrying, I’m sure it feels nicer.”
hehehehehe does your whumpee listen and relax? Or !! fight to keep talking and keep asking caretaker to help them leave? I also am aware this is likely like extremely medically inaccurate but let me enjoy yummy comfort
forced caretaking as a trope i think is like cocaine to people who know they need to be taken care of but have mental blocks in the way like yeah please do gently force me into a state of vulnerability so my body learns it is a safe thing to feel around you
This has gotta be a hit with the girlies who have always wanted something terrible to happen to them just so people realize they're in more misery than their outward appearance lets on
“Aww, you're so pretty,” whumper cooed, poking whumpee's bruises playfully. “Look at all those colours!”
