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DAILY AFFIRMATIONS

1. I AM A GOOD LITTLE LAB EXPERIMENT

2. MY SUFFERING IS FOR THE GREATER GOOD

3. THE SCIENTIST THAT EXPERIMENTS ON ME LOVES ME UNCONDITIONALLY

4. I LOVE GOING INTO THE TUBE/JAR/INSERT RELEVANT APPARATUS OF CONTAINMENT

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thinking about the character in peril or perhaps some sort of pain...

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I like when a character realizes that even if they’ve been betrayed, they would still love the betrayer. Bc their love is just like that 👀👀

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Two people are kidnapped and kept in captivity. One is treated horribly. They’re not allowed to eat anything that isn’t disgusting. They’re kept in a tiny cage with barely enough room to move. They’re whipped and tortured and shocked and never looked at with even an ounce of kindness. 

The other is doted on. They’re allowed sweets and good food. They’re allowed to sleep in the Whumper’s bed. They’re kissed and besides when they defy orders, they’re treated perfectly. 

Despite everything, the two in captivity fall deeply in love behind the Whumper’s back. They think the Whumper will be furious if they see how sweetly they look at each other but really, it just makes it all the more interesting. 

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If i missed any please let me know (yes i know sickness isnt on here, i had limited options)

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Smart Whumpees. The ones that stay away from the action, but are responsible for planning their team's missions. The ones that are terrified of being captured, but don't fall for Whumper's manipulation. The ones that are a source of all that sweet, juicy information, but can also come up with lies indistinguishable from the truth.

There's just so much potential here!

OH MANNNN I ROTATED ON THIS ONE FOR DAYS ITS SO GOOD, god I hope you know how much I love this idea and I really hope I did it justice.

cw: interrogation, electrocution, shock collar, pyschological whump, manhandling, restraints, beaten, team dynamics, creepy whumper

The warehouse reeked of oil and rust, the air thick with damp cold. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow over the captive's bruised face.

Whumpee had been bound to a chair—not haphazardly, but with cruel precision. Thick zip ties cut into their wrists, circulation already waning, and their ankles were secured to the metal legs. A little too tight.

Whumper wanted them to feel it.

"You must be terrified." Whumper was smiling. Confident in their success.

They let out a slow breath, steadying their pulse, their mind working three steps ahead.

"Not really," they murmured, lifting their gaze. Their lip was split, their cheek swollen from whatever idiot had gotten a little too eager before Whumper arrived, but their eyes—sharp, calculating—remained clear. "This isn’t exactly a surprise."

Whumper tilted their head, amusement flickering across their face. "No?"

"I’ve been in your crosshairs for months. You finally got lucky. Good for you.” 

Whumper grinned. “So you knew this would happen?”

“Maybe.” 

The slap came fast, hard– knocking Whumpee’s head to the side with a snap. 

Whumpee slumped in the chair, teeth meeting tongue in a violent clash that left blood spilling over their chin and clothes. They coughed violently, more blood splattering the floor.

“Did you see that coming?” 

Whumpee knew when to keep their mouth shut. Those kinds of questions were a lose/ lose situation. 

Whumper crouched in front of them, searching their face. Whumpee kept their expression loose—just tired enough, just hurt enough—feeding into the role they wanted Whumper to see.

"Mm." Whumper trailed a finger under their bruised chin, tilting their head just slightly. Testing. Watching. Looking for cracks.

Whumpee let them. Let them think they had control.

“I have half a mind,” Whumper whispered, breath hot against Whumpee’s face, “To electrocute you until your nerves are fried and you’re good for nothing.”

A jolt of very real fear– quick, raw– crossed their face, before Whumpee veiled it under heavy-lidded eyes. “I’d…rather you didn’t.” 

Whumper pulled something out of their pocket– a collar. 

Oh. Fuck. 

Whumpee’s breath hitched. Their composure fractured. The sound of the collar snapping open was the loudest thing in the room. They worked their jaw in a tight circle as Whumper leaned in and tightened it around their throat. 

The cold metal was unrelenting, digging into their vulnerable, exposed throat. 

Whumpee whimpered– the sound out of their control– their flight or fight activated, alarm bells screaming danger, danger, danger. You’re in danger. 

They squeezed their eyes shut. Breathe. Breathe. They had to remember to breathe or they would panic. 

Whumper rolled back on their heels, playing with a small device, tossing it up and down. “You’re a fan of the scientific method, right?” 

Whumpee swallowed, throat dry. “As much as anyone else.” 

“Well, I have a hypothesis,” Whumper’s voice was so very smooth. “You don’t fight. You don’t shoot. You don’t run into the fire with the rest of your team. You stay safe. Plan. Direct. You’re the brain. The beating heart of their little operations."

Whumpee forced a lazy, bloodied smile. "Your point?"

Whumper activated the shock collar. "You don’t have the stomach for this."

Instant, instant pain.

The shock came quicker than they expected. The electricity snapped to life, burning through their neck and into the soft muscles of their throat and down, down, down, ripping apart their entire body. Their body seized forward, restraints slicing deep as all control left them. 

Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop– 

 Their suppressed whimpers became full throated screams as Whumper increased the velocity.

“Stop! God, please–stop–!” 

Whumper’s finger left the remote.

Silence. 

Except for Whumpee’s shuddering breathing– wrecked, hollow, empty– every inhale a sob. 

 "You know what I want, don’t you?" 

The leftover pain left Whumpee trembling in their seat, slumped forward and held only in place by their restraints. Whumpee blinked once, twice, struggling keeping their expression neutral. Struggling to keep anything straight– their mind was scrambled, circling over one thought, and thought alone.

It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it--

Their entire world was blurred with pain.  

It took all of their strength to swallow it down. They knew this was coming. With a horribly deep breath, they forced themself to recenter. To focus on anything, anything at all, just not the pain.

It was gametime.

Time to play.

They had anticipated this scenario weeks ago. Just not… not these exact details. 

They had planted the exact kind of information Whumper would be looking for.

And now? Now, they just had to sell the lie. This they could do.

"Yes," they admitted. "And you’re not going to get it."

Whumper’s smile widened, sharp as a blade. "Oh, I think I will." They held up the remote and let it swing in their grip, back and forth. Taunting. 

Whumpee tensed their shoulders just enough to be noticeable. Let Whumper see what they wanted to see. Not that it was difficult. Their body was in enough shock to convince a medic. They were in real pain. They just didn’t allow their mind to acknowledge it. 

Let Whumper think they were scared shitless. 

"Tell me what I want to know," Whumper said, too soft, too kind, "and this doesn’t have to be difficult."

Whumpee hesitated. 

Just a beat. 

Just enough to make it believable. Then they leaned forward—just slightly– as if considering. As if their resistance was breaking.

They let their eyes flicker—just once—toward the remote. Subtle. Subconscious. As if the pain had shaken them.

And then, they lied through their teeth.

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he just looks so torture-able . like it would be a disservice NOT to torture him.. . he WANTS to be tortured

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This is my discomfort character I want to see them in unimaginable pain

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Look I know fandom coins its own terms a lot but "captee" isn't a word it's captive

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"I have a cat asleep on me and I can't get up" but it's "I have a whumpee asleep on me and I can't get up." is this anything

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When you've been taken prisoner so many times you're just Over It: Just ✨ Daniel Jackson Things ✨

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Daniel being ~over it~ in "Evolution Pt. 1" (again)

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goretober day 5 - animal

this was the hardest one so far but i'm really happy of how it came out :D

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I want a book where the MMC has cause at some point to be like begging “please don’t hurt her, I love her!” at the bad guys mercy and also at the end the main couple ends up happy. If anyone has suggestions.

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I know it's hard but naming your characters really adds a lot to the reading experience

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writing advice for characters with a missing eye: dear God does losing an eyes function fuck up your neck. Ever since mine crapped out I've been slowly and unconsciously shifting towards holding my head at an angle to put the good eye closer to the center. and human necks. are not meant to accommodate that sorta thing.