🦋 WhumptyDaisy 🦋

21 || This is just a sideblog for me to stick all my Whump and NSFWhump feels || :p

[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

〖🦋〗My Preferences:

Child Whumpee Comfort/Caretaking Conditioning Defiant Whumpees Drugging Forced to Torture Forced to watch others get hurt Illness (fever, sickness, chills, hypothermia, pneumonia, heatstroke, etc.) Intimate Whumper Kidnapping/Captivity Manhandling Mind Break Mouth Whump Non-Human Whumpees NSFWhump Pet Whumpees Recapture Restraints Self-Destructive Whumpees Torture Used as Bait

〖🦋〗My Squicks:

Animal Whump Carewhumper Death Domestic Abuse Eye Whump Incest Infant/child death Limb Loss Natural Disaster (earthquakes, storms, car accident, hurricane, etc) Pedophilia Pregnancy Whump Stockholm Syndrome Terminal Illness

[trilliumprince]

whumpee chained to whumper ?

perhaps in a mutual whumping way too?

[coyotehusk]

𝕵𝖚𝖉𝖌𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙

[whump-all-the-way-down]

Give me smart Whumpees. Give me a Whumpee who can read a room in 5 minutes and adapt to ensure they survive.

Give me a Whumpee who planned it all along and is only taking the whump for an ulterior motive.

Give me a Whumpee who’s intelligence catches Whumper’s eye

Give me a Whumpee who’s intelligence catches Caretaker’s eye

Give me a Whumpee who know how to calm down Whumper’s anger, even at their own risk

Give me a calculative Whumpee who know how to fake the effects of the whump

Give me a smart Whumpee.

[whump-all-the-way-down]

I just lovelovelovelovelovelove when a whumpee is SO persuaded that caretaker is gonna treat them the same ways whumper did. In any sphere of whump, really!

Found family, living weapon, religious whump, royalty whump, pet whump (caretaker new master my love), hero whump, medical whump, whether the whump has been going on for years of 20 minutes, really, anything!

A “Caretaker new Whumper” trope is AMAZING!

[whumptydaisy]

Love me the trope of a nonhuman Whumpee, backing themself into a corner and begging Caretaker not to see them as dangerous after their past a living weapon comes out

Caretaker looking through the records of what Whumpee was put through and made to do as Whumpee pleads with them that they're still them! They're still the Whumpee Caretaker knows, that they've changed, that they aren't that monster anymore

And all Caretaker can do is look at them with a heartbroken expression, still holding the records of the torture Whumpee was put through as they whisper- "Whumpee, you were a child."

[acta-est-fabula-plaudite]

Whumpee waking up strapped to a chair, to a beautiful romantic dinner in front of them made specifically by Whumper.

To Whumpee's horror, their partner is in their same condition beside them just...looking worse than them.

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1813

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

A prideful whumpee who never accepts help or admits to struggling and a caretaker who has to be sneaky about it:

Oh they just happened to make extra food if whumpee wants any.

Oh the caretaker gets so nervous at the doctors and can whumpee come with them to the med bay, and while they're there the whumpee might as well get that wound checked out.

No no really they just happened to be in the area and wanted to hang out, if whumpee's too sick to go anywhere, they’ll just have to hang out here, and while caretaker is here they figure they might as well help tidy up the place.

When whumpee calls them with a tearful ‘I need help’ caretaker feels something inside them turn cold because something has to be really terribly wrong

[starheirxero]

Listen to me okay? A tiny, pet, nonhuman whumpee can be abused online for clout.

Do you hear me? A tiny, pet, nonhuman whumpee can be taught tricks that hurt their body and put in cages that give them no privacy and become desperately dependent on the affection of a neglectful owner.

Do you get it? A tiny, pet, nonhuman whumpee can be recorded for youtube or tiktok or instagram videos where the owner shows the audience how much fun they're having while they're actively displaying a stress behavior.

Is this making sense??? And when the tiny, pet, nonhuman whumpee upsets the owner, they can be locked away in a bedside table drawer and left to scream and scream and scream but no one will ever hear them until they're pulled out!!! Alright?!?!?!?!?!?!

[bloodiedbriars]

do you have any prompts for a winged whumpee?

Winged Whumpee

➛ carelessly restrained with tight, rough ropes around their torso and wings, ripping out feathers and breaking skin and bone in the process “Please… I'll never be able to fly again…” 

➛ whumpee having absolutely gorgeous feathers and being presented to all who want to see, with no say in the matter “Look, mom! So pretty! I want one for home!” – “We can check if they have one for sale, honey. Maybe for your next birthday, hm?”

➛ ripping out feathers for tools or decoration and shaming whumpee for the bald spots it creates “It looks… sickly. You sure its safe to be around?”

➛ big, beautiful wings wrapping around a bruised and battered body “Don't touch me, please... Leave me alone...”

➛ unable to put them in a brace after they break, causing permanent damage and pain when they heal

➛ whumpee ripping out their own feathers as a stress response, making whumper bind their arms at all times “Can't have you devaluing yourself, can we? Now be good and look pretty for us, yeah?”

➛ caretaker gently helps whumpee preen on their back after months of neglect, with all the patience in the world “Sssh… It's okay. I got the worst done already. Doesn't that feel good?”

➛ “My wings used make me free. I could go anywhere I wanted, whenever. Now, they're the reason for my cage.”

➛ that sinking feeling when even whumpee's saviours stop to marvel at their wings, once again making whumpee feel like an oddity and fearing for what their saviors' real intentions are

[solar-eclippse]

We all love a conditioned whumpee, someone who was torn from normality and thrown into violence - but what someone who has known nothing else?

Whether they were born into their station, kidnapped as a child, or even if they've forgotten their previous life, this feeling of ownership is all they know.

Living weapons who don't know anything but their calling. Pets and servants who can't recall ever being treated as people. A conditioning that runs so deep that it's nothing you can undo, because nothing came before it. To try and heal them, you'd have to break them down to build them back up again.

[whack-a-clown]

This is good. Could work if amnesia was thrown in the mix

Update: that was in the post…….. :(.

[whack-a-clown]

Oh your pet whumpees is sick??? Bring them to the vet!!

If the whump is common place and societal, it’s artificial lights and tile floors, overly cheery nurses and waiting rooms crowded with other terrified whumpees. Clinical discussions in oversanitized rooms fitted with padded restraints to hold whumpee down. Meds that barely work and taste even worse.

If the whump is more underground, expect a back alley treatment, corralling whumpee into an abandoned brick building. Bloodstained concrete floors hastily hosed down, people in cheap doctor’s coats to seem professional. Casually clinical discussions where whumpee is strapped to a metal table with belts and handcuffs. Shady pills that may work, or it may just kill whumpee, who knows.

Take your sick whumpee to the local vet!!

[auntvictoria]

drugged whumpee being a little more open than they intended

[coyotehusk]

[noxidae]

possession yayyy possession shoutout to possession

[noxidae]

*wearing my shirt that says "I <3 VIOLATIONS OF AUTONOMY (IN FICTION)"*

[fineiguessimintowhump]

you know how you said that @painwithoutplot ? what if i had a hidden snippet of something i never posted because i didn't know how to end it and just posted it Like That bc of that tag. what then.

cw: living weapon, shock collar, training, 😇, dehumanisation, it pronouns

It’s stupid of him. It.

They keep trying to teach it and none of it sticks into its head, so it already knows how stupid it is – but this is worse.

There’s no reason for it. The handler reaches for his – it, because it has been accepted as a weapon and it should be grateful – collar and it both flinches and pushes the man back with a press of his thought.

The room goes quiet – after it can hold back its gasp. It takes a step forward, hiding its hands behind its back to hide their trembling. If they just take the collar off now-

The handler tries to slap him. It’s deserved he knows- it deserves it. The powers are not its to use, it’s been taught. A weapon is to be wielded, not to wield. It is to be aimed and fired.

The slap doesn’t connect, and the handler is pushed another step back. It forces himself forward.

“Sir-”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

The handler steps close and it can’t control itself. It finds itself walking backwards. It half-blocks the next hit, still trying to stutter out apologies.

“Shut up. They told me you were ready, what is this?” he backs it into the corner, “Disobedience? Do you not know what you are?”

It tries to apologise again. The man tries to slap him, again. It pushes him back again and chokes on the last breath it manages to take. The handler stares at him coldly.

He scoffs.

“Fine. You’re here to learn, so you’ll learn. Even if it’s not my job to teach you this.”

He mutters something under his breath when he turns to fiddle with the collar’s remote. He doesn’t speak a word as he steps closer, trying to cuff it again.

Repeating to itself that it doesn’t want to push its handler away does nothing. The man slides back and it sees sparks, dropping to the floor.

“Control is important, you know? I have to get close to correct your technique. We have to be able to spar without you borrowing powers.”

It’s trying to push itself back and something moves in the corner of its eyes, and it doesn’t even know if it reacted before it drops back, trembling. It hurts. All throughout his body, like pinching that leaves him shaky and unsteady. Vaguely sore.

“You need to learn. What if your orders require you to get hit? What if I were your master?”

It’s stupid. It can’t even see hands or boots anymore and still the handler is pushed back and the collar shocks it. The handler uses the tip of his foot to roll it up and even that it reacts to.

It’s slightly better when it can see the hit coming – but it only ever manages to deflect. The handler moves his hand and instead of sending him flying, it breaks one of the discarded swords. It still gets a shock.

The handler sighs.

“This takes repetition. They should have started immediately.”

He shakes his hand and manages his shoulder, eyeing the weapon racks. “You cleared for healing yet?” It manages a shaky nod. More dread than pride at the idea that it’s the youngest of its batch to be. It’s the first one to get weapon training, as well.

Maybe the instructors skipped something.

The handler picks up one of the swords. He tries to take a step forward and is sent flying across the room. He doesn’t groan when he pushes himself up, quietly walking to its side. He skids back only a few steps when it notices him.

“We’ll train that out of you.”

It doesn’t take long for its body to stop reacting. It’s sore and exhausted and just the weak spasms the shocks leave behind feel exhausting. It can’t move its eyes and it doesn’t flinch anymore. It tries really hard to just stay still and take it because it knows that’s what’s expected.

It’s what’s always expected, and usually it’s better at doing it.

“This is hard because while your body can get too tired to resist, your brain can’t. Not that quickly, at least. And you’re still pretty new, full of energy.”

The blade sinks into the mats, in front of its eyes. One of the bows flies off the rack. The handler kicks its back, and it rolls to the side pathetically. It braces for a shock that never comes.

It meets the handler’s eyes.

“There we go. Some progress. I’ll talk to someone about adding this to your schedule. You need more sessions. Regular practice. Unexpected, too.”

He tries to hit it with the flat of the blade and it flies back to the racks. He snorts. “We’re not done yet.”

He crouches down, hands moving slowly towards it. They stay in sight at all times. Snapping brings no reaction, neither do clapping or pinching. He can pat its cheeks, and the small slaps he gives have no effect.

A harsher one makes it push away. He tries to jab a finger in its eyes and skids away with a groan.

“I’m calling someone else. Stay put.”

It blinks at the ceiling and tries to wrestle the powers it stole under control. It slams the door on the next handler.

[whumppromptoftheday]

"i did what you wanted. now let me go," living weapon says to whumper, scratching the dried blood on their hands.

whumper brushes a piece of hair out of living weapon's face, "why would i let you go now? after seeing what you could do for me?"

[starryybrained]

What I could do to you.

Their face is stony.

“We had an agreement.” They rasp.

“Property can’t agree.

You will stay.”

I could kill you before you could react.

I could slaughter you and your friends before they knew what was coming.

“Will I?”

“Will a weapon perform its function?

“Of course it will.

“Unless it’s… defective.”

A person cannot be defective in the same way a rifle or a knife can be.

A ‘defective’ living weapon merely kills for itself.

It fulfills its purpose.

Not for you.

“I see no reason to release you now. Not when you can do so much for me. I do appreciate having a blade of my own.”

Their gaze hardens.

“Then I will stay.”

“You have no choice in the matter.”

“Yes. I agreed.”

“Good. Now follow me.”