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"The trannies should be able to piss in whatever toilet they want and change their bodies however they want. Why is it my business if some chick has a dick or a guy has a pie? I'm not a trannie or a fag so I don't care, just give 'em the medicine they need."
"This is an LGBT safe space. Of COURSE I fully support individuals who identify as transgender and their right to self-determination! I just think that transitioning is a very serious choice and should be heavily regulated. And there could be a lot of harm in exposing cis children to such topics, so we should be really careful about when it is appropriate to mention trans issues or have too much trans visibility."
One of the above statements is Problematic and the other is slightly annoying. If we disagree on which is which then working together for a better future is going to get really fucking difficult.
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*jumping rope* among us babies, infected with rabies,
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I love the dynamic of a talkative whumpee and a stoic whumper. Especially a comedic/lighthearted whumpee who uses humor as a coping mechanism
Because it’s the perfect storm for Whumpee to be cracking jokes, trying to make small talk with the villain or the sidekicks, hoping someone will have mercy because come on, they’re just a little guy. And the rising panic as they realize that no one is responding. In fact, few are even looking straight at them.
All the while Whumper walks slowly and deliberately to a torture tool Whumpee hadn’t noticed until now
Whumpee’s slow gulp before they pour all their charm, all their wit, all their thirst for approval into a grin so bright it could reflect off the face of a blade. But Whumper’s face remains immovable as ever, eyes slightly crinkled at the edges with what could be disgust or mild amusement.
“Woah wait,” Whumpee stammers, trying to push away. “Wait now, now hold on, let’s talk about this.”
Whumper’s head tilts a fraction to the side as if to say there’s been enough of that.
Words pour lightning fast from Whumpee’s mouth. Sloppy one-liners, pleading babble, Later, they can’t remember what exactly they said, only that the power they once found in words was ripped from them like a scream.
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Especially when they are not as strong, or powerfull. They are quick-witted, and that's their weapon. But that's taken away the moment somebody stops caring.
You don't even need to hurt them.
I love the dynamic of a talkative whumpee and a stoic whumper. Especially a comedic/lighthearted whumpee who uses humor as a coping mechanism
Because it’s the perfect storm for Whumpee to be cracking jokes, trying to make small talk with the villain or the sidekicks, hoping someone will have mercy because come on, they’re just a little guy. And the rising panic as they realize that no one is responding. In fact, few are even looking straight at them.
All the while Whumper walks slowly and deliberately to a torture tool Whumpee hadn’t noticed until now
Whumpee’s slow gulp before they pour all their charm, all their wit, all their thirst for approval into a grin so bright it could reflect off the face of a blade. But Whumper’s face remains immovable as ever, eyes slightly crinkled at the edges with what could be disgust or mild amusement.
“Woah wait,” Whumpee stammers, trying to push away. “Wait now, now hold on, let’s talk about this.”
Whumper’s head tilts a fraction to the side as if to say there’s been enough of that.
Words pour lightning fast from Whumpee’s mouth. Sloppy one-liners, pleading babble, Later, they can’t remember what exactly they said, only that the power they once found in words was ripped from them like a scream.
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Fanart for Malevolent, which currently is my favourite audio drama ever <333 The brain worms it gave me are insane, how can a podcast be so good ! ! !
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Caretaker reads pet Whumpee a chapter of a book every day. At first Whumpee is confused and tunes it out, because a good pet doesn't need to know what's in the book. But slowly they become more interested in it, and by near the end they become completely invested, and curl up at Caretaker's side when it's time to read, hanging on to every word.
𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡
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Day 17 of the wheel of whump!!
Today's prompt is:
Trembling with fear
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The boy's eyes widened, and his hands shook as he approached Ivan, dropping to the his knees before him and ducking his head.
"Hey- Kid? What's going on?"
"I- It's... It's been bad, M- Master, it's- It must be punished-"
An expression of horror crossed Ivan's face, and he shook his head, before realising that the boy wasn't looking. "No, kid, that's not..." He sighed. "That's not how things work around here, 'kay? No one's gonna get punished for anything."
"But... But, Master, it was..."
"There's no need to call me 'Master'. I'm just a guy, alright? I'm not your master. So, tell me what happened."
The boy's hands still trembled, and he held them behind his back to hide this. "It... it took food, without... without permission. Sir."
Ivan reached out and placed a hand on the kid's shoulder. "Look at me." He did. "You can take food from the kitchen whenever you need it. There's no problem with you doing that." At the boy's confused expression, he continued, "I'm not going to hurt you for fulfilling a basic human need."
"You... You're not?" And he sounded so utterly exhausted that Ivan didn't know what to do. So he simply nodded.
"I'm not, kid, I promise. You're always gonna be safe with me."
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Cw: [implied] abuse, [implied] kidnapping, betrayal (sort of)-more like naïve and panicked Whumpee tho, failed escape attempt
Whumper tightened their grip on Whumpee’s shoulder, “You’re to stay within a 10 metre radius of me at all times, do you understand?” Their cold glare was enough to almost freeze Whumpee in place, however they still nodded, scared of what would happen if they didn’t respond.
They were finally allowed outside today, after weeks- months perhaps? Of begging Whumper to let them out, at least for a few minutes. Not on their own of course, no way, they’d have wait for at least another few decades to gain Whumper’s trust enough for that to happen.
Today they were at the gas station however, which was enough for Whumpee, who had a plan of escape. Well constructed enough (in their opinion) to work without fail. After all, they’d thought of every possible scenario.. right?
Their thoughts quickly evaporated as soon as Whumper let go of their arm, surprising them. Whumpee looked up, confused as to what was going on, all they got back was an even more confused look from Whumper, “What? I’m letting go of your arm to not raise any suspicion, try to act normal… if you can even do that anymore, and reminder: 10 metre rule,” And with that they left, venturing off into a nearby aisle, picking out some lighters and ropes from a selection. Whumpee shuddered, not even wanting to imagine what or rather who Whumper was planning to use those on. However, they quickly took their mind off of it by focusing on their plan. They were here for one thing and one thing only tonight. To escape.
As soon as Whumper turned at an angle where they could no longer see Whumpee, Whumpee sneaked away and ran to the cash register. Waiting for the cashier to show up, and few seconds later, they luckily did.
“Can I help you?” It was a man, similar age to Whumper, looking down at Whumpee he seemed so huge, and Whumpee almost had the urge to walk away, doubting themselves for a second. But they stood their ground in the end, even though their whole body was visibly shaking by now.
“Y-yeah… uhm… listen, you’ve g-got to help me,” Whumpee stated, their voice barely above a breath.
“Oh? What’s wrong kid?” The cashier questioned, inching their face closer to Whumpee. Whumpee was having real bad second thoughts now, and they couldn’t describe it but something about the whole situation seemed… off.
They audibly swallowed, deciding it was now or never, “Well… you… you know that person I’m with?” They asked, nodding in Whumper’s direction. The cashier nodded, taking a swig of their cigarette, “They…. They kidnapped me. please… help please… please do something please you’ve got to help me you’ve got to call the police or some- fuck just anything will help please I-“
“Oh? What do we have here?” Whumpee froze, their panic wearing off almost as quickly as it appeared, feeling Whumper’s sharp nails digging into their shoulder as their intense voice boomed in Whumpee’s ears. Whumpee was just about to speak up, trying to defend themselves in any way they could. However the cashier beat them to it, now backed away into their original position.
“Afternoon Whumper, this your new pet or something?… The stress gave it away,” As soon as those words left the cashiers mouth Whumpee had lost all hope. They knew they were absolutely fucked with no return. They would surely never ever see the light of day again after this shitshow. How could they not foresee this scenario? That the stupid cashier knew Whumper? It was a small town in the middle of nowhere after all, population 50 max, of course everyone knew each other. But Whumpee, being Whumpee, was obviously too focused on constructing how they were even going to speak to anyone, that they forgot to consider outside factors in their plan, like this one.
Whumpee was brought back to reality with a question from Whumper, not aimed at them, however, that made it all the more terrifying, “So, what were you two talking about just now? Must’ve been something exciting I mean you could see from a mile away Whumpee’s whole body trembling- with excitement I presume,” Whumper mocked, earning a chuckle from the other party.
“Oh actually, your Whumpee here was just telling me something very very interesting, I’m sure you want to hear no?” Whumpee felt like they were about to faint. If it wasn’t for Whumper’s claws digging into their skin they definitely would’ve been on the floor by now. Their legs felt like jelly.
“Oh~ I would love to hear it,”
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Sometimes I like a Whumpee who is immediately obedient to Whumper.
Whumpee is so submissive that they hardly fight back at all.
They may try to suggest Whumper not hurt them, but they never directly defy him. They may squirm if they’re touched, but never move from the spot they were told to stay in.
A Whumpee who puts actual effort into obeying Whumper right off the bat because it feels unnatural to do anything else.
After all, isn’t it obvious who is in charge here?
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If this post reaches 555 notes, Caretaker will force Whumpee to practice some basic self-care.
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I. want. to. write.
Hello! :P
My name's Dice, I'm 18 [2022], and I like to write, and read, and I really enjoy the whumpy side of tumblr! Sooo~
I've been writing for years now, but have been way too scared than to publish anything! Been working up some courage tho!
Though, I do have a story pending? Who would have guessed ;> And I would like to share it with people on here ^-^ I'm not sure about a name yet, but once I have that figured out, I can start uploading pretty soon~
Anyway, it's about a baby whose name is Ikaros, who's been through a lot and might get a chance at recovery? Maybe? Who knows?
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I don’t know a ton about this fandom but . Do you think in the box boy universe it’s just like a common propaganda that they actually LIKE boxes and enclosed spaces are good for them. Like “Box boys are like cats, containers make them feel secure”
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the eye is the jewel of the body
content warnings: captivity, eye gore, needles, mutilation, blood, passing out from shock, restraints, manhandling, sadistic whumper
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The whumpee’s vision was dizzy, but through the speckled black dots, they could briefly see Whumper in their peripheral vision, tugging gloves onto their hands. The whumpee shuddered, a horrible feeling rushing down their spine.
“What...What’s that?” They whispered, their throat rough and dry. Even talking hurt them, their eyes watering instinctively at the unwanted pain.
Whumper let them squirm in silence for a moment, before finally answering. “Don’t ask, if you’re not ready to know.”
Whumpee couldn’t even swallow the growing lump in their throat. They fidgeted weakly in their restraints, scratchy rope digging through their skin and keeping them bound to the arms of the chair. It coiled around their chest too, pressing uncomfortably against their ribs, and making it difficult to breathe.
They considered not saying anything, but the silence was suffocating.
Whumper was uncharacteristically quiet today, and that scared them more than anything. Did it mean they were angry? Were they willing to let go of their stress by using Whumpee instead?
Their stomach pooled with hot dread, churning at the thought. Whatever they had in store for them today, was better than being left to scramble in the dark like this.
“I-I want to know,” they hesitantly whispered, their fingers curling in fear. Their was voice nothing above a breath. “Please?”
Whumper’s brow furrowed, their expression hardening as they dragged out the table of tool, wheels sliding along the floor. The whumpee couldn’t bring themselves to look at it, drowning in anticipation. They heard the clinking of tools, metal scraping against metal, ringing in their ears.
“If you want to know so badly,” Whumper spoke, picking something up between their fingers. It wasn’t big enough for Whumpee to even get a gist of what it could possibly be. “Then sure, alright. I’ll tell you.”
The whumper’s fingers wound through their hair, and they yanked their head backwards, so violent the whumpee was sure they had whiplash. A gasp tore from their lips, face wrinkling uncomfortably. They jerked against their restraints.
Whumper’s knee settled between their legs, pressing against the chair to give themself more stability. Their scalp burned as they tightened their grip.
“You know the black circle we have in our eye, the pupil?”
The whumpee’s eyes fluttered open. Their lip quivered, trying to distract themself from the stinging pain. They knew it would be worse if they didn’t answer, so they pushed down their pride and choked out a strained response.
“Y-Yes?”
Whumper almost smiled. “I remember learning in high school, the pupil is essentially a hole in the eye. One thing I always wondered, was whether or not you could stick a needle through it, and it would go straight through.”
Whumpee’s breathing picked up. They couldn't see what they were holding in their other hand, but they prayed it wasn’t what they thought it was.
“Of course,” they sighed, voice dejected. “It's not as easy as that, with all the jelly stuff and whatnot, but it never hurt to imagine.”
Whumpee felt the grip on their hair being released, but it was quickly shoved back into position by the same hand, pushing against their temple. They felt two gloved fingers pry open their eyelids, leaving their eye uncomfortably exposed. The whumpee panicked, tugging at the rope in a pathetic attempt to break away.
“Which is why it also won’t hurt to indulge in a childhood fantasy, right?”
Their heart began banging against their ribcage. They weren’t going to, were they? Whumpee began to lose their ability to breathe. Their chest heaved up and down in panicked spurts, unable to stop themself from begging.
“No, no, please,” they whimpered, their shoulders jerking widely. Whumper’s grip was too tight, and their eye was starting to burn. They tried to blink, their body aching for it, but their eyelids felt like they were glued into place.
“You said you wanted to know,” Whumper shrugged. “I gave you the courtesy of preparing yourself. You should be thanking me.”
Tears formed in their eyes and slid down their cheeks, dampening their bruises. “Please, I’m begging you please, please don’t do this, I’ll do anything!”
“Too late,” they hummed. “Have you ever worn contacts?”
Whumpee dissolved into hysterics, thrashing against the ropes until they chaffed their skin raw.
“No!” They sobbed, desperately trying to pull away from their unwielding grip. “No, please! Please, don’t!”
Whumper glanced below them for a moment, before lifting their head, tilting it. “That’s a no to contacts? Okay. Try not to look at it then. You’ll want to blink.”
They paused for a moment, before Whumpee felt them let go, and their head dropped lazily, shaking with sobs.
“Fuck, your tears are making the gloves slippery,” they groaned, wiping them briefly on their pant leg, before moving to seize the whumpee’s trashing head once more. They screamed loudly and deteriorated into more broken sobs, incoherent pleas on their lips.
“Keep snivelling, and I’ll cut your eyelids so you have none,” Whumper warned, their fingers like daggers against their skin as they pried their eye open, glazed over with tears. Whumpee’s whole body was gripped with a terrible panic, shaking violently under the horrific stress of it all.
They saw the small, pointed needle between their fingers, angling it towards the center of their eye. They jerked at the restraints involuntarily, their sobs rising to terrified screams.
“I’ll do anything!” They shrieked, gripping the arms of the chair so hard they were sure they were going to break. “Anything! Just please, please, don’t blind me, p-please!”
The whumper didn’t seem phased by their attempts at a compromise. They simply clicked their tongue on the roof of their mouth, drawing the needle back slightly.
“Deep breath.”
They mercilessly jabbed it into their eye, and it was almost comical how easily it punctured through the organ. Whumpee let out an agonising scream, their thrashes wild as blood trickled down their cheek, mixing with their tears.
It didn’t take long for them to pass out from the shock of it all.
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I need to choose between a saf whumpy fic or just a whump project, and I don’t have the energy for two
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