Hi!
I saw your contribution to the "unpopular opinions on whump" and can I just say that I agree so much omg?? Like the whumpee default always being by default male and white (I guess you could add light-skinned Asian) is something that I noticed too.
The irony is, I actually avoid reading the so-called femwhump, because it makes me a bit uncomfortable. Sex-based oppression, especially in the Middle East, medical misognyny and AFAB people making up the majority of victims/survivors of trafficking, class oppression and domestic violence is a harsh reality that femwhump reminds me of. I am also a bit uncomfortable with featuring a dark-skinned character in certain types of whump too, for OBVIOUS reasons - because it is still a lived reality.
But sometimes you just want to imagine your (not /always/ light-skinned) WLW or NB4A OTP or BroTP caring for each other when one has a fever, or talks about a traumatic childhood event or deep s**cidal ideation, or just falls off their bike, like a wholesome whump lite, so the white cismale default is a bit tiring
YES! also to my followers who have no idea i'm part of the whump community because i never post about it ever, hi welcome i like pain, this post got long so it's under a cut now
i totally get why people are more willing to default to "white man" whump when it comes to the more graphic and violent stuff because they fear either coming across as bigoted (especially if they're a less experienced writer) or they just personally don't want to think about racial violence & violence toward women; i won't fault the second reason and the first reason is just a matter of gaining experience until you feel like you can handle it without any implications.
so that's all basically fine in my book. but then like... when i'm scrolling and i see a generic character-A-character-B type sickfic prompt (and i love sickfic), there's no reason for the post to use he/him for the generic whumpee, and people really need to watch out for when they describe something in a manner that only works for light-skinned people; my default character in generic prompts happens to be an afro-asian dude whose skin straight up Can't do a lot of things in prompts the way they're described. i don't care what kind of whump other people write, but when a prompt blog fails to account for what i feel should be a pretty well-known fact (dark skinned people exist), it's immersion breaking and disappointing.
that theoretical blogger can write whatever they want when it comes to their own fiction, but maybe don't say "prompt" if it's not broadly applicable. i can't demand that prompt blogs account for the breadth of human creativity and make it so nothing in the prompt could contradict anyone's character design, that would be impossible. i just think people should be more mindful of what they write, especially since everyone here knows different skin colors exist.
hrngh long rant. tl;dr i get why violent whump would shy away from anyone but "white man" but all other forms of whump have no good reason to be as white dude-centric, and prompt blogs need to be more conscious of how they write their generic prompts
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Here's the Ben whump rant i talked abt in my last post,,,
Ofc heed the triggers and what not: Blood, injury, ect ect
Also take everything here with a serious handful of salt, im being dramatic as heck. So if you don't wanna see me get serious abt something that's not that deep, this probably isn't the rant for you <3
Anywho...
Do you ever think about just how often Ben gets the absolute crap beat out of him? Like in Grudge Match, I forgot how many times he gets flung about in his human form. He's ten years old, his bones are way too weak for all that. The amount of head injuries he must get is insane, and Max never once seems to take Ben's injuries seriously.
Like that time Ben gets sick after sitting in the back of an ice cream van for like,, twenty minutes. He's ill to the point it's actively inhibiting his ability to play hero, blinding wildmutt with gunked up sensors and taking the heat out of heatblast. He's pale and sniffly and looks like shit, but Max still makes the executive decision to drag him out on errands instead of giving him time to rest.
Also just cause he takes the majority of damage in his alien forms doesn’t mean those injuries suddenly have no impact at all. I think in alien force they were toying with idea of his injuries carrying over becoming more of a problem for him, with his busted knee in season one, and black eye in the episode where he gets grounded. Either way, it’s still implied that wounds translate over after he de-transforms, even if to a lesser extent. Not to mention all the scrapes and little injuries he must get from de-transforming mid battle (on the occasions he does).
FUCK, I mean Ben actually displays short term memory loss as a direct result of getting hit in the head in alien force, and Gwen isn't concerned about it probably because she grew up with Grandpa Max not being concerned about it. She doesn't realise just how dangerous this level of head injury is, what the brain inflammation and possible bleeding could do to him. She's probably looked him in the eyes, with his pupils blown wide, dazed and confused about his whereabouts, and then buried her concern because it's nothing new right? Ben's been dealing with stuff like this since he was 10, and Max, the ever responsible adult, never shows the appropriate amount of concern for it, so it makes sense that both Gwen and Ben don’t consider these things serious until its too late.
Like not to get all dramatic about this and over think it (more so than I already am lol) but I’m positive this stuff would have long term consequences for Ben’s health as he enters adult hood, or even before then. Trouble recalling things, ringing in his ears, migraines and headaches as well a light sensitivity, all of these are symptoms of repeated and serious head trauma. Not to mention, paired with my personal headcanons about the burning chemical sensation of having the omnitrix fused to his flesh, leaking fluid into his bloodstream and scorching his skin. Or the chronic nosebleeds I think he would have as a result of all these other health complications. There's just a LOT that can be done with Ben whump, and I’m surprised it isn’t talked about/thought about more?
Folks love the idea of Ben being functionally immortal (at least from injury related death), and the power fantasy that comes with being the weilder of the omnitrix, but what about the fact that he’s just some guy?? That the omnitrix failsafe doesn’t protect him from everything, and that if the injuries are bad enough to have triggered the failsafe in the first place, then where does that leave him in terms of recovering from them??? Sorry, sorry, crazy moment.
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Because you don't care
It had been a good month since Supervillain had won. Almost the same amount of time since their team had fallen apart. From what Second in Command heard, the others had more or less kept in contact. They were a family after all. More than colleagues. Friends. And then there was Second in Command, the ever opposing force who had made every single one of them lose their temper at least once.
Had they hoped one of the others might contact them? Maybe. Were they better off alone? Definitely.
So it had been a good month since that. And then, in the middle of the night, Leader called.
“What the hell to you want?” Second in Command bit in to the phone with all the annoyance they could bring up when less then a second ago they had been sleeping.
“Second in Command,” Leader said. Their voice was distorted by the phone.
“If you tell me this is the wrong number I swear to god I’m going to kill you.”
“Funny. Because that’s kind of why I called.”
“You want me to kill you?”
“I want you to stop me from killing myself.” Suddenly the room was upside down. And then it was right again, but Second in Command was the wrong way round. They were sitting straight, feeling cold all over.
“This is a joke, right?”
“I’m afraid not. I- I have a gun, and I just- Second in Command it would be so easy. And I know it is selfish, I know the others need me, but I can’t fix this. I can’t fix anything.”
“Okay,” said Second in command, because what else were they supposed to say. Their mouth felt dry. “What do you need me to do?”
There was a horrifyingly long break before Leader spoke again. “Just stay on the phone with me? Talk to me, try to distract me, so I can stop thinking about… this.”
“Distract you? Okay, I- where are you now? It sounds like you are outside, are you outside?”
“Do you remember the skyscraper?”
“There are like a million skyscrapers in this city.”
“You are right, sorry. The one where-”
“I know, Leader, I am on my way.” Second in Command didn’t even bother getting dressed, they walked out in their pajamas, jogging to their cars. Of course only one of them could fly.
“You don’t need to- I know I am already asking a lot of you, calling in the middle of the night. Making you come here would just be selfish. If you can just stay on the phone with me I think I can make it.”
“Well guess what, you don’t get to tell me what to do any more, I quit, remember?” The car was finally starting and Second in Command knew that they were fucking this up. What Leader needed now, well, Second in Command had no idea, but it certainly wasn’t fighting with the one person they had fought with for years.
“Okay, you want a distraction. Tell me about your day. What did you do?”
“Not much. Nothing that would be worth talking about.”
“That’s a bullshit excuse and you know it, tell me what the fuck you did.”
“I visited Sunshine. They haven’t been taking it well, they… they don’t really eat any more, I think, unless I make them, so I try to visit at least two times a day. So I visited them for breakfast. And then I tried to get Hero to go out. They have locked himself into what is left of our base, they are convinced they can still defeat Supervillain somehow. I have been trying to slowly break it to them that there is just no hope, but they are- well, they are grieving. Then the police called because of Fighter, they got into another fight. So I bailed them out. Then I visited Sunshine again, and then I drove Scientist home from the bar- they have started drinking again, I’m trying to get them clean but there is no talking to them. And then- well, then I called you.”
“So during your whole day, during which you spent time with four people who love you dearly, not once did it occur to you to talk to them?”
“They need me to be strong right now. If they saw me like this- I couldn’t do that to them.”
“But you can do it to me, typical.”
“Well you don’t care about me. It wouldn’t hurt you, even if I killed myself. That’s what I always admired about you, how you manage to keep your distance from everything.”
“Fuck you.” Second in Command was standing in front of the skyscraper. 20 fucking levels. They didn’t even glance at the elevator before starting to jog up the stairs. “You think I don’t fucking care? What, just because I don’t make a speech about how much I love you all every time somebody gets a paper cut? You really just saw somebody with a hard childhood and an attachment disorder and decided that they couldn’t possibly care about anybody or anything. Well guess what, I do fucking care. I care so fucking much that I am going to strangle you my self for doing this, so don’t you dare kill your self before I get to you. I don’t care, you absolute prick. I’m sorry we don’t all get hugged by our parents.”
“I am so sorry, Second in Command, I shouldn’t have called. I should have asked how you are doing, this must have been just as hard for you-”
“Shut up you self sacrificing prick. I knew from the beginning this was going to blow up in out face, I told you so, I am fine. I am angry as fuck at all of you for not listening to me earlyer, especially you, but I already told you that. If I have a problem, you will know it.”
Second in Command was out of breath. They were also finally on the roof, where Leader stood, with such an expression of deep despair and acute horror on their face that Second in Command couldn’t do anything but ignore it.
“And now give me the fucking gun or I will take it from you.” Leaders hand was shaking badly as they did as told. The moment it was out of their hand they sank down on the floor, shaking.
For a few moments Second in Command thought about what to do. They really weren’t the person to turn to for comfort. Nobody had ever asked them to either.
“Fuck it,” they said out loud, opening their contact list and clicking on one of the first numbers.
“What are you doing?” Leader asked, still shaking on the floor.
“Calling Sunshine.”
“No, no, they can’t-”
“Well, I can’t either.” It took a while for Sunshine to answer. But they did, sounding like they had been crying.
“Second in Command?”
“The Skyscraper. Leader needs you. And bring food, I’m going to call the others.”
“Don’t, they don’t need-”
“Yes, they do need to see this. You all need to get your shit together, and from what I have seen so far you sentimental idiots need to actually get together to do that.”
Scientist was the next one on the list.
“Are you sober?” Second in Command asked without any prelude.
“No,” was the resigned answer. “What do you want?”
“Leader needs help, so I am calling a family meeting. Skyscraper, now, get yourself a taxi, if I catch you with a bottle I will kill you with it.”
“Since when do you call family meetings?”
“Since nobody else is stepping up. Now stop arguing and get our ass here now.”
The call ended with a click. Second in Command made an attempt to call Fighter, but as expected, they were in prison again. So Hero it was.
“Second in Command, what do you know?”
“I know that you have a problem, but right now Leader needs you more. Skyscraper, right now, and get Fighter out of jail first.”
“What do you mean Leader needs me, I just talked to them, they are fine.”
“No they are not, they are a filthy liar.”
“Shit. I’ll be there. Are they okay?” Second in Command looked down at the figure, still shaking on the floor.
“I don’t know.”
“I’m coming.”
And that was that. It was scarily silent on the roof, with the sound of cars in the far distance.
Scientist came first. They looked rough and smelled of puke. They took barely a second to look at Second in Command before they stumbled to Leader.
“What happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt? You don’t look okay, and if Second in Command called me- remember when I broke my leg and they told me to walk it off? If they called me to help you there is no way this is fine.”
“I’m sorry I let you down,” Second in Command heard Leader say. After that they decided to tune out.
The next person was Sunshine, carrying bags of take out. They looked thinner, dark circles under their eyes, but the way they immediately softened upon seeing Leader on the floor was familiar.
“Hey,” they said, sitting down next to Leader. “Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” Second in Command starred out into the city, feeling like a stranger in somebody else's home.
And then, finally, Hero and Fighter arrived. The door hadn’t even closed behind them before Second in Command pulled it open again.
“Where are you going?” asked Fighter, the last person still standing.
“Away. This is family business.”
“Exactly. You should be here.”
“I’m not part of the family.”
“Of course you are. You are the fucked up uncle from dads side who lives in a trailer and gives the children cigarettes.”
“That’s very specific.”
“And true.”
After a moment of silence Second in Command let the door fall close again. “Aren’t you going to go to them?”
“I’m afraid,” Fighter admitted. “Can I just stay with you for now?”
“It’s a free country.”
“Can I have a cigarette?"
“Absolutely not.”
“Damn it.”
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