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bro last night was totally redacted! last night was fully expunged from the record. bro, do you... can you remember last night? what did we do...? what did... did we hurt someone? bro? why won't you look at me? what did I do...? whose blood is this...? bro...?

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lets all learn some things about ourselves

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a whumpee who’s bone-chillingly tired after their experiences.

after it’s all over, the moment they lie down in their bed they’re out like a light, and it usually takes caretaker several attempts to even get a reaction out of them when they fall asleep.

occasionally they’ll wake up and get out of bed, but that’s only when they need to eat, bathe, or use the bathroom. And even then caretaker usually has to help feed them, bathe them, or make sure they don’t pass out on their way to the whenever they’re walking around.

other than that, whumpee is asleep, and stays asleep for a good while, maybe even over a week or two.

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Whumper spun the iron rod in their hand. Whumpee looked up wearily, their wrists raw from struggling against the rope that tied them tight to the wooden chair. “This, Whumpee, is a freeze brand. You want to know what it does?” “Not particularly, no.” Whumper laughed and went on anyway. “Well, you see, it will cause a burn of sorts. Make a beautiful mark on your lovely skin. Then, it will scar. Oh, how it will scar, red and angry. A forever reminder of your conquerer.” Whumper smiled, holding the freezing rod close to Whumpee’s face. Whumpee could feel the biting cold radiating off it. They shied away as far as they could with their limited mobility.

“Get that thing away from me.”

Whumper hummed. “No, I don’t think I will. Consider it a gift.”

Whumper brought down the iron on Whumpee’s neck. Whumpee writhed and choked, the pain mixing with the dread of having Whumper’s mark forever stained into their skin.

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Danny is getting a proper reference image soon

I think what we lack is a silly little dude to represent us so here's my proposal

His name is Danny after the fanfic Danny Whumping that supposedly kick-started all this

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“No, no…no, I’m not with them. I promise, you’re not in trouble for talking to me. I’m not like the people who punish you, alright? I’m here to help. I won’t tell them you said anything.”

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whumpee breaks down; crying, screaming that they can’t take it anymore. it falls on deaf ears— carewhumper can’t understand that they’re the cause of whumpee’s distress.

“please, darling, i’ll do anything. just tell me what you need.”

what whumpee really needs is to get out. to be free. to have their life back. but those things would never occur to carewhumper, so they keep on listing pointless suggestions while whumpee only gets more hysterical.

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whumpers all tend to be big scary dudes. How about a small whumper?

How about a whumper that acts like a child? Throwing a fit when they don't get their way.

Or a whumper that looks so shy and timid that whumpee's not sure who's more scared.

a whumper that's so scrawny that whumpee can't believe that they were kidnapped by that.

And even though whumper may not look intimidating, they still captured whumpee, they still have whumpee in the palm of their hand.

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love it when a recovering whumpee has a very bad coping mechanism that they fully collapse on. Is it self destructive? Sure. Is anyone going to say a word? no they just went through hell. Could be picking fights, could be drinking, a nicotine addiction— any kind of escapism really that at any other time their friends wouldn’t approve of. But now? It’s a lot better then watching their friend stare blankly at a wall right

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I think what we lack is a silly little dude to represent us so here's my proposal

His name is Danny after the fanfic Danny Whumping that supposedly kick-started all this

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Parasitic whumpers.

The literal kind.

Anything that gets into whumpee's body and brain. Forces reactions they can't control. And can't explain.

Pounding headaches? Intrusive thoughts? Constant exhaustion? Starving yet feeling full?

Parasites.

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I'll never understand shaming WITHIN the whump community. No you're not a "fake fan of whump" or "weaker" than other whump fans because of your squicks. No your blorbo doesn't have to be chopped into little bits and blended into a smoothie for it to really be whump. Yes you can like whump and still like fluff, fix-its and wholesome fandom content.

I thought we knew better than this, y'all. Support all whump fans, we're a community after all

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Pspsps this is your sign to get real self-indulgent and design a fictional drug or illness that only does your favorite things, bc it's super fun and you don't have to do any research

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Whumper dragging a screaming, crying, begging Whumpee and mercilessly throwing them at the feet of Someone Worse™

That'll teach Whumpee exactly how good they have it with Whumper, they'll be so nice and docile for them once they are back *home*

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You know, an emotional whump trope I never see is Whumpee crying while performing a relatively mundane task. They’re making food or doing laundry when the emotions just hit all at once.

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why am i crying over my oc’s trauma. I AM ENTIRELY AT FAULT HERE!!!!

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what are your REAL thoughts on AI

My hate for AI surpasses that of the common AI hater.