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Something I meant to add that's very important!

If being called queer makes YOU uncomfortable, you can politely ask that friends and family don't call you queer, and you can identify as LGBT. No one should be forcing you to identify as queer or anything else you aren't comfortable with.

Likewise, you shouldn't be trying to force others to stop identifying as queer or attacking their choice. Understand that for others, queer is the term they are most comfortable with. Understand that other people will use it, that the community and others will use it, and that's OKAY.

The only time you should be pissed about someone using the word queer is when you've politely asked them NOT to call you queer and they intentionally continue to call you queer. Then, by all means, get mad. Basically, you should be mad at the intentions behind the words, not the words themselves. A word used with bad intentions is always bad.

Respect others choices and preferences, whether it's the pronouns they want to use, the people they want to kiss, or the terms they use to identify themselves as. Respect it.

Everything is like “QUEER history” and “List of QUEER young adult books” or “Top 10 QUEER movies” and queer this and queer that and for the love of god please just say LGBT.

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There were no search parties, no worried people looking for the whumpee- and the whumper didn’t know what to think about it all. The whumper had been hesitant to hurt the whumpee in the first place- it was their job, but it wasn’t a job they enjoyed. Slowly but surely, the whumper began to care for the whumpee, giving them more food, giving them warm blankets- they didn’t want to hurt someone that had been so hurt already.

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Words are just a collection of sounds with no meaning on their own. They require the speaker and listener to give them meaning. Then their meaning becomes whatever the speaker and listener decide it is.

Words have no power on their own. They require the listener to give them power. If the listener refuses, the words remain powerless.

The language we use is constantly evolving, in part because of these qualities of words.

Words that weren't slurs become slurs when enough speakers give the word a negative meaning and enough listeners allow the word to harm them. Words lose their status as slurs when enough speakers give the word a positive meaning and enough listeners refuse to be harmed by it.

Gay has been used to mean "happy," "homosexual male," "homosexual of any gender," "intimate activities between individuals of the same sex," "stupid," "annoying," etc. It can still be used to mean any of these things. It depends on the context it's being used in and the speakers intent when they are using it.

LGBTQA+ is obnoxious to say. No one can seem to agree what the A stands for. If it's used for "ally," then you're ignoring an entire group of individuals in the community that identify as asexual. And if you don't even add the A, you might as well be saying asexuals are less important than lesbians, gays, trans, bisexuals, etc. You're also ignoring pansexuals, greysexuals, nonbinary people, and various romantic orientations that may differ from the sexual orientations. But if you try to include everything.... no one is going to use the term.... ever. It also can't adapt when new identities emerge or terms for identities change.

The term queer is more inclusive. It accepts all the minority sexual and romantic orientations and all of the gender identities in just five letters. It also allows individuals in the community to maintain some privacy regarding their specific orientations.

Addition: Because "queer" is non-specific, it's more accepting of individuals who are still discovering their identities as well. And it's more of accepting of those that don't feel comfortable using a specific label (bi, gay, ace, aro, etc) for themselves, but still fit within the community. Because there will always be people who don't quite fit perfectly in the boxes, and because gender/sexuality/romantic orientation are fluid. Queer represents everyone that isn't "normal" (note the quotation marks please). It's a term we can all unite under. And we need to be united. Everyone deserves to be represented.

Everything is like “QUEER history” and “List of QUEER young adult books” or “Top 10 QUEER movies” and queer this and queer that and for the love of god please just say LGBT.

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whumpee 1 endured evey excruciating second of torture so whumpee 2 wouldn't have to. every cut sliced into their skin, every brand burned into them, every scream they let out, they got through by knowing it was one less moment of pain that whumpee 2 would have to face.

and when whumper returned them to their shared cell after a particularly brutal session, and whumpee 2 was nowhere to be seen, for a blindingly bright moment whumpee 1 thought that their friend had escaped. until whumper saw the look on their face and told them that they had caught whumpee 2 trying to run away... and had killed them.

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well you aren't wrong

your url shows what you want most in life

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Different walking speeds

(Also for anyone interested in this character I will start tagging posts about the book I’m writing with its title:

Daemonic Possessions and Other Oddities

[hehe you see it’s funny because possession can mean two different things ok I’ll see myself out])

I’ve already been tagging the name for the whole series (VxLI) but ye

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Whumper was…oddly kind, today. Whumpee overslept and they just…smiled at them. No hint of anger or annoyance. Maybe it's a reward for Whumpee after all the suffering they endured? Or maybe—

"Ah! S-sorry, Master! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Whumpee pleaded as they were cleaning up their mess. The coffee stained on Whumper's shirt usually would have resulted in Whumpee being whipped on their back now. But, Whumper said nothing. They just smiled again. "It's okay, dear. No need to worry about it."

Whumper said as they stood up and walked to their room to change to a new clothes. Whumpee immediately made another coffee for Whumper. They got a head pat and compliment from Whumper after that.

That's…weird. 

Whumper never being this affectionate before. What have gotten into them?

"Pet?"

Whumpee hurriedly knelt down in front of Whumper who was sitting on the couch. "Yes…Master?"

Whumper caressed the side of Whumpee's face. "Let's clean those wounds now, shall we?" Whumpee's eyes lit up at the suggestion. How they were desperately needed for their wounds and scars to be covered by bandages.

"Y-yes! Please, Master…"

They both sat still in silence for a long moment, as if they were waiting for something. Whumpee raised their eyebrows in confusion. Whumper sighed before they chuckled dryly. 

"Okay, let me grab the First aid kit…"

Whumper stood up from their seat and took the emergency kit before coming back to the couch. They gritted their teeth at the sight of Whumpee not on their knees anymore but on the couch instead.They sat beside Whumpee and started treating the wounds. 

Whumper's hands and movement strangely gentle today, not rough like always. They seemed to take extra precaution to make sure Whumpee felt comfortable and good at the moment. 

"Eyes on the ground, Whumpee." Whumper said lightly. They weren't mad or anything, just reminding Whumpee to shift their gaze somewhere else instead of looking at them. Whumpee bowed their head in embarrassment for being caught staring.

"S-sorry, Master…" 

Whumper hummed. "It's okay, don't do that again." I'll make sure you don't do that again.

Whumpee nodded instantly. Whumper was being awfully calm and they were silently grateful for that. After finally treating Whumpee's wounds, Whumper pulled Whumpee to lay on the couch with them. Whumper was hugging Whumpee from behind, their chin resting on Whumpee's shoulder. Silence enveloping them as the only sound of Whumper's soft breath filling the room.

"T-thank you for treating my wounds, Master…" Whumpee said, a little uncomfortable being embraced so tightly by Whumper. Their back pressed against their chest.

Whumper kissed the side of Whumpee's head. "You are welcome, dear. Now, just rest with me. Okay? Let those little muscles loosen up."

Whumpee nodded. As they were cuddling for almost five minutes, Whumper's hand grazed lightly on Whumpee's wounds. Not enough to make them scream, but enough to make them feel the pain. Whumpee let out a soft whimper at the feeling of their wounds being caressed.

Their elbow suddenly jerked up to the back, hitting Whumper's ribs as Whumper accidentally pressed their fingers a little too hard on the wound. 

"M-master, I'm sorry! I'm sorry…!"

Whumper grunted in pain slightly before forcing a chuckle, "No…no, it's okay." Whumper tightened their hold on Whumpee. "It's okay, dear…"

Whumpee nodded, accepting the gentle fingers that running through their hair. 

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Whumpee was cleaning the bedroom when they noticed Whumper in a doorway, leaning slightly as they looked at them. Whumper smiled,

"Stop cleaning. You need to have a shower, now."

Whumper said as they grabbed Whumpee's wrist and led them to the bathroom. Whumpee obediently followed from behind. It's been a long time since they last showered. The thought of the water running down their skin made them feel a little giddy.

As they entered the bathroom, Whumper filled the bathtub with water. "You know the procedure." Whumper said. Whumpee obeyed and hopped in the water. They sighed softly as the warm sensation travelled across their skin.

Whumper started working on their hair, massaging the scalp with the shampoo.They both sat in silence before Whumper suddenly asked a question,

"Whumpee, do you remember how you spilled the coffee on my shirt this morning? And how it's my favourite shirt and the coffee was burning my skin? Do you know it's my favourite shirt?"

Whumpee froze. "W-why do you ask me this, Master…?"

Whumper shrugged, "Hmm, just wondering if you knew that all along and just wanted to piss me off." Whumpee's hands started trembling. They trusted the soft fingers that were massaging their scalp to not hurt them at any moment after this.

"I….I didn't know, Master…" 

"Really? You didn't know?"

"Y-yes, I didn't—"

Whumper grabbed the back of Whumpee's head and shoved them into the water. They let out a muffled scream through the water as their hands were gripping on the edge of the bathtub. The moment Whumper pulled them back to the surface, Whumpee was gasping for air. 

They let out a yelp when Whumper grabbed a fistful of their hair and brought their face to them.

"That's for staining my shirt. Do you like it?"

"I-I…N-no—"

Whumper tightened their grasp. "I asked you, do you like it?"

Whumpee swallowed hard, they were on the verge of crying. "I-I like it, Master…" they sighed softly the moment Whumper let go of their hair and walked to the drawer. Whumpee sat still on the bathtub, their knees pressed close to their chest. 

Whumper stood behind them again, this time with something in their hand. Whumpee thought it was a loofah at first but as soon as it made contact with Whumpee's skin, they flinched before a loud scream could be heard inside the bathroom.

Whumper wrapped their fingers around Whumpee's neck tightly from behind, preventing them from moving as they washed their back with a wire dish scrubber. The soap, however, couldn't spread as much as loofah would on their skin leaving Whumpee writhed in pain. 

"M-master, stop! Please…please!" 

"Do you remember how you waited for me to bring the First aid kit for you?" Whumper scrubbed harder. "Who do you think you are, fool?"

"I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"And when you casually sat on the couch without my permission, you should be on your damn knees all the time, you know that?"

The wire brush was ripping their skin violently. Blood was dripping everywhere, making the water in the bathtub turning red. Whumpee let out a much louder scream upon seeing it, they were in so much pain but they knew Whumper wouldn't stop anytime soon.

As a matter of fact, Whumper started scrubbing on their scalp. Rough and scratchy, until the wire brush was covered with blood instead of body wash. Whumpee's legs were kicking under the water as they became a sobbing mess.

"I put up with you, today! Forcing out a smile even though I felt annoyed with you. Do you know how hard it was? To put up with an unlovable and annoying fucking thing like you."

Whumper pulled Whumpee out of the bathtub with just holding their neck before they let them fell to the floor. Whumper washed Whumpee's bloody form with clean water. The open wounds stung badly on their skin.

"Did you learn your lesson, pet?" Whumper asked in a threatening voice.

"Y-yes, Master…" 

"Now, thank me for this. Thank me for giving you a lesson, so you will stop making another mistake in the future."

Whumpee swallowed hard, they sniffled a little. They wanted to run, anywhere but here. They just couldn't stand it anymore. It was all too much for them. With a heavy heart, they said,

"T-thank you, Master…"

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new whump prompt just dropped

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Bad pain days just make me want some good whumpee x caretaker shit. And sleep, but when that doesn't work, BRING ON THE FICTIONAL PAIN

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Whumper used to punish them for the smallest mistakes, and Whumpee bet that most of the punishments were made up as an excuse just to hurt them.

So when Whumpee is rescued, they are sure that they'll mess up and that Caretaker will punish them too, or even give them back to Whumper, and the only option available for them is apologize for everything.

If Caretaker as much as frowns a bit, Whumpee is already kneeling on the ground.

Everything starts to get worse when Caretaker explains them that that's not necessary; that's when Whumpee understands that apologize isn't enough.

How far is Whumpee willing to punish themselves to please Caretaker? And when will Caretaker realize that something is wrong with Whumpee?

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I love non-human whumpees so much!

- Horned whumpees that whumper takes advantage of.

- Whumpees that can purr (best for comfort).

- Whumpees who bite when threatened.

- Whumpees who growl in warning.

- Whumpees who have abilities that backfire when in captivity (horns, sensitive body parts, excellent hearing).

- Whumpees whose eyes change color based on emotion (cliche but whumperflies).

Non-human whumpees are great and are my preferred whumpee!! <3

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"Can't wait to see where you take this story" well I can't wait to see where this story takes me either

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I got confused by the wording so I voted "other"

I don't think any tropes cross a line. As long as it stays in fiction, and you're not purposely exposing the wrong audience to it, anything goes. Do your worst.

By purposely exposing the wrong audiences to it, I mean like posting explicit fictional sex scenes in a forum full of ten year-olds. I also mean not giving any indication that triggering topics are included in the writing. I think, if it's labeled whump, the inclusion of sensitive topics is already implied. Never hurts to put a general "trigger warning" though for people who accidentally stumble into the whump community without knowing what whump is. If you're writing really explicit scenes involving common triggers, I think it's better to add a specific warning for that. Like if a piece gets super detailed about an eyeball being removed... maybe warn people.... Warnings allow other's to protect themselves while letting you post whatever the fuck you want. It's a win-win.

That said, there are topics that are bit too much for me, but I think other people should enjoy writing, posting, and reading stories involving that stuff. I just don't want to read it. Like detailed/frequent descriptions of bodily fluids other than blood. Can't tell if I shivered because of the cold wind from my open window or the mere thought of that topic 🤣🤣🤣 Or bees/wasps. You know what... bees/wasps might be crossing a line. They should never be talked about. (I'm kidding, of course).

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The parentheses are supposed to be vague premises or thoughts behind the "yes" and "no". They are not supposed to completely concrete.

I've been trying to learn more about the whump community

So far everybody seems very tolerate and are enjoying the grotesqueness and/or bleakness of whump

However, how far is too far?

Please share and spread (and comment on) the poll, I'm very interested in what's on your minds