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so sick and tired of people hating on lady whump. give me your lady whumpees slouching against a brick wall, drugged and dazed as they try to make their way home. give me girls covered in blood — whether it be their own or someone else’s. give me lady whumpees who thrash and scream and fight against their restraints. who spit poison at their captors. who cry and beg and plead and kick. i’m so goddamn tired of women in whump either always 1. being the whumper, or 2. being forced into these soft, docile stereotypes that prevent them from expressing anything but. give me more lady whumpees or give me death.

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You're Awake

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, unconsciousness, blood, blood loss, rescue, caretaker and whumpee

Whumpee clawed their way back to consciousness. They were exhausted. Days and days of torture at Whumper's hand had taken its toll on their body. Between the pain and blood loss, Whumpee had passed out while Whumper worked on them.

But now was time to wake up. They needed to be awake. Need to be alert enough to figure out a plan to get away. To escape. They had to wake up.

The dimly room was musty and freezing. Wherever Whumper had been keeping Whumpee, it hadn't been used in a long time. A scraping sound had Whumpee wrenching their eyes open.

"Oh good, you're awake," a familiar voice came from the far side of the room.

"C-C-Caretaker," Whumpee croaked. Their throat was raw from all their screaming over the last several days.

"I'm here, Whumpee, I'm here." Caretaker came into Whumpee's field of vision. They cupped Whumpee's cheek with their warm hand. Whumpee leaned into their soft, tender touch. "I am sorry it took me so long to get here."

"You're here," Whumpee said as they gave a sigh of relief. Caretaker was here. They were saved.

"Let's get you out of these cuffs."

"Whumper?" Whumpee dared to hope that Whumper was gone.

"Taken care of, love. Don't worry. They can't hurt you anymore."

Whumpee sighed. Whumper was gone. Caretaker was here. They were safe. Suddenly everything seemed lighter and softer. They began to close their eyes once more.

"Ah, ah, none of that, Whumpee. Keep your eyes open." Caretaker's voice was urgent. So urgent. But Whumpee couldn't bring themself to care.

"Mmmmm," was all they could manage.

"Shit. Whumpee. Whumpee! Love, look at me. Open your eyes. Where's all this blood from? Whumpee!"

Whumpee wanted to tell Caretaker where Whumper had sliced through layers and layers of skin. Wanted to tell Caretaker where they had been stabbed. Wanted to tell Caretaker about all their aches and pains. But they were so cold. And tired. And most of all, they were safe. Whumpee sank back into the darkness, knowing that Caretaker had them, and they would be safe. No matter what.

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yeah no throwback to the time i posted about liking lady whump and got called a misogynist and CERTAIN users in the community decided to take it upon themselves to bash an afab abuse survivor without knowing my story… yeah you guys are FREAKS

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"Lady Whump" and Censorship.

This was originally a reply to @straight-to-the-pain's lovely post, but I felt like what I wanted to say should be its own thing.

As a disclaimer, I want to say that triggers surrounding lady whump are understandable and valid. You are not being demonized for being uncomfortable with a topic or having trauma surrounding it. However, that does not excuse the demonization and harassment of those who write it or choose not to tag it.

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The best example for whump being exposed to purity culture (as mentioned here) is the lady whump dilemma, and it's upsetting that people are afraid to address it or just don't see it happening.

I've seen people imply/outright state that because "women get abused more" means that lady whump is shady and "immoral" to write.

Not only does that completely invalidate men going through abuse but it's also a complete and utter bullshit reason to discourage freedom of creativity.

This is the whump community. We write about abusive relationships, noncon, violence and torture. Just because it isn't a male character does not mean any of this changes.

Saying that the gender of a character makes any of these acts "more severe" implies that if it happens to a male irl, it's less of a big deal.

This is untrue, and harmful.

If a man suffers from any of the aforementioned acts, they should be taken just as seriously as a woman. Men can be abused, sexually assaulted, and harmed just as much as a woman can. This is not news.

It's like we're taking steps BACK in equality via censorship and it's absolutely ridiculous.

Implying that a woman cannot go through the above experiences is also incredibly disrespectful to victims who have suffered from abuse. Implying that they cannot write about it is censorship.

People write to cope.

The fact people genuinely go after writers for not putting a warning about pronouns and for not promoting the "male only" whump stereotype is unacceptable.

You create your online experience. If you don't enjoy a certain trope, don't read it. I completely understand that tagging content helps potential readers avoid triggering content but when it comes down to the character's pronouns, I believe that if it impacts someone that much simply being in the whump community itself is harmful. Characters have different genders. It is inevitable. That being said, there is nothing wrong with asking someone to tag content, just be prepared if they say no. Do not harass someone for not tagging something specific to you.

Just block them, or walk away.

It also grosses me out that people genuinely think that women only belong in a caretaker/supportive role instead of the main character. This enforces negative stereotypes of female characters.

This isn't the 50's anymore. Women have left the kitchen.

I'm sorry my character that goes through a rough experience just so happens to be female or uses she/her pronouns. Go touch grass.

Another thing that irks me is the promotion of people saying that they like male whump because they're attracted to men, but when it's the other way around somehow it's disgusting.

It's kind of homophobic to go after a saphic writer and preach that them writing lady whump isn't ok while also accepting someone writing male whump because they're attracted to men.

Double standards are harmful. Women can be attracted to women.

To quote an unnamed anon, "They clearly have a 'normalize misogyny and everyone should get off to the pain of women' agenda."

As if that isn't the case with male whumpees.

People here celebrate men being beaten up, bloodied and bruised. Yet somehow, when the tables are turned, everyone clutches their pearls as if a sin against nature has been committed-- claiming that men deserve to be objectified.

Not only is that a horrifically toxic response but it also puts lady whump writers in an extremely difficult spot when defending their work.

Honestly, the entire concept of lady whump being a separate community is disturbing in and of itself. We are not bad people just because we have female characters. We are not misogynists. We are not fetishists.

We simply write a gender that isn't male.

This community is definitely not as welcoming towards people with female characters, no matter what anyone here says about how "kind" and "friendly" this part of tumblr is. People are afraid to introduce their female characters due to the risk of harassment.

That's not okay.

This is supposed to be a community for enjoying torturing characters, regardless of how they identify.

The quality of whump should not be determined by the character's gender.

The fact that this is even a debate or source of drama is honestly sad.

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Thank you to @astralrunic and @for-the-love-of-angst for proofreading this.

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i know the whump community hates women characters or whatever but the lesbian in me is dying for bloody femininity please

let them have thicc thighs and bazoinkas and wear dresses with the hem ripped to shreds so they can run faster. have them sprint in heels. have them use their stilettos as weapons when they jam it into a person's eye. girls kissing girls. beautifully manicured nails chipped and broken away or idly tracing the length of a blade. fishnets and stockings with runs gouged in them. low cut blouses that leave their collarbones exposed to be traced with the tip of a weapon. tight dresses that hug every curve to distract wandering eyes while they spike a drink. girls kissing girls. long silky hair to be wrapped around a hand and pulled. messy curls. a sultry villainess or a vixen in distress. smeared lipstick and mascara running down their cheeks. jewelry ripped from their necks and earrings torn from their lobes. clawing their way out of the carnage to emerge victorious, drenched in blood, beautiful in their madness. being upset that their hair was forcibly cut or their favorite bra was snapped or missing their skincare routine. girls kissing girls. feeling icky when they've been stripped of their womanhood. being empowered when they reclaim what's rightfully theirs through any means necessary. using their sweet face and lilting voice to draw a false sense of security in their victims. feminine rage and revenge. being underestimated because what could such a pretty little thing like her do? girls kissing girls. ultra femme cottagecore babe drenched in red. black leather dommy mommy being the gentlest caretaker. sisterhood. to be kind and nurturing or cold and cruel. did i mention the girls kissing girls.

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Saw this advice on Twitter today, and I think it's going to end up being useful for me. 🥹 Thought I'd share it with y'all, too.

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What's your preferred medium for whump? (book, movie/tv, drawing, etc.)

definitely books!!! i’m a bit squeamish sometimes when it comes to irl gore or heavy body horror, but i do love a good angsty movie or tv show :)

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just… whumpees covered in blood. their own blood. other people’s blood. the blood of their enemies. the blood of a lover. the blood of the innocent. bloody whumpees <3

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reblog if you want a whump ask in your inbox

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hypothetically if i crawled back out of my cave and started posting again 👀

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bumping!! anything at all is appreciated <3

hi whump community. i know i haven’t been here lately but i need help. i’m a disabled college student that needs help getting by for the next few weeks until one of the many, many jobs i applied to hires me. my disability makes it hard for me to find work, and i just need some assistance staying on my feet for now. if you can donate, i appreciate it immensely. if not, please please share!! thank you<3

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hi whump community. i know i haven’t been here lately but i need help. i’m a disabled college student that needs help getting by for the next few weeks until one of the many, many jobs i applied to hires me. my disability makes it hard for me to find work, and i just need some assistance staying on my feet for now. if you can donate, i appreciate it immensely. if not, please please share!! thank you<3

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whumpee recovering from trichotillomania and whumper who rips their hair out/makes them rip their hair out

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idk what it is but lately i’ve been so… turned off with whump?? especially pet whump and whump that somehow involves things like heavy conditioning or anything bbu related. i probably won’t be focusing on those topics at all here anymore just because they’ve started to really make me uncomfortable 👍🏼 i do plan on eventually returning after work this summer and once i get my main writing blog set up!! hope everyone’s well <3

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some irl whump as a sort of update on how i’m doing:

trigger warning for self harm and abuse

on sunday i got a text from one of my abusers and it caused a panic attack so bad i ended up relapsing in self harm. as i went to stand up though, i got really dizzy and sweaty and fainted right into the bathtub. the shower curtains fell right on me and my mom found me in the tub. i don’t remember much from that initial moment aside from mumbling “mom i did something bad” to her and telling her that i’d relapsed. she was actually super understanding and kind and gentle with me and wasn’t mad like i worried she would be. i explained the panic attack and the text to her and she checked me for a concussion and helped me recalibrate myself. it was such a??? jarring moment because i’d never??? fainted before and genuinely thought i was dying LMAO. everything happened so fast and my head still kind of hurts but i thought i’d share because that is. whumpy if it’s not anything else!!

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don’t know if anyone here genuinely cares or not but i’m going to be stepping away from posting for a little bit. my depression is back and worse than ever and it’s very hard to keep myself alive right now. i’ll be back when i can. see you all hopefully soon <3

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“What did they do to you?” Caretaker whispered in horror after Whumpee just cowered, crying for mercy and begging for forgiveness. All Caretaker did was light the fire in the fireplace.

“Please don’t hurt me, I’ll be good, I promise, please! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorr-“ Whumpee was cut off by Caretaker shaking them worriedly, calling out their name. Whumpee breathed rapidly, their chest rising and falling at an alarming speed. They stared up at Caretaker with a panic-stricken face, their pupils darting from side to side. Whumpee was delirious, out of control, in a flashback replaying their worst moments over and over again in a loop.

“Whumpee, it’s okay, nobody’s gonna hurt you. Wanna talk about it?” Caretaker asked, kneeling beside Whumpee. Whumpee just shook their head, leaning on Caretaker’s shoulder.

“Please, Whumpee,” Caretaker begged, taking Whumpee’s hand in their own. Whumpee sighed, before putting their head in their hands.

“When I was with Whumper, I used to get branded when I did anything wrong. They’d get a slab of iron, put it in the fire and hold it on my skin. I couldn’t move, couldn’t fight back, I could only scream, but if I did, the iron just got pushed deeper,” Whumpee mumbled, tucking their knees into their chest. Caretaker’s jaw fell open, but no sound came out. Instead, they spent a minute in silent terror, before coming back to their senses to see Whumpee crying, wishing they had never told Caretaker.

“Is that why you don’t want people touching your arm?” Caretaker questioned, gesturing to Whumpee’s right hand. Whumpee nodded, staring at Caretaker with teary eyes. Caretaker asked to see it, so Whumpee hesitantly pulled up their sleeve, revealing all kinds of burn marks, some fresh, some old. Caretaker froze at the sight of them, before running their hand along Whumpee’s arm. Whumpee winced at the contact to their burns, and drew back.

“Don’t touch, please, it doesn’t matter.”