they/them; late 20s; Primarily for my whump writing (generally Mature/18+ content), so if you don't like, don't read/follow; Kofi: https://ko-fi.com/bilightningwriter
You can call me Kay or Prof. Thunder. This is my new main blog! Transferring over from @bilightningwhumper. Lots of reasons, mostly just want more whump in my life, lol.
*Old blog is being left alone to serve as an archive. Slowly editing, re-tagging, and re-posting my works here.*
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My blog is majority labeled as Mature or 18+. If you're a minor and interact anyway, on your own head be it.
Main writing whump tropes used in no particular order:
Fantasy/medieval+related whump
noncon/ nsfwhump
Female/lady whump, some male and enby whump
Captive whump
Creepy/intimate/manipulative whumpers
Torture whump
Conditioning whump
Nonhuman whump
Familial whump
Emotional+mental whump
What I don't write:
gore (specifically: stuff like guts, vivisection/dissection, taking out squishy bits, etc)
main character death (unless it's a whumper)
explicit underage (try not to, anyway; will have warnings if that occurs)
Consensual incest (tbh, this is a squick of mine, too, so I don't read it either)
I also write LGBT+ and/or neurodiverse characters. I enjoy happy endings, so hurt/comfort is big for me. Basically a lot of whump eventually followed with a lot of fluff.
Masterlist of My Stories+Taglists
Kay's Masterlist of Ask Games
Kay's Masterlist of Answered Asks
My Ao3 Psueds
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whumper who would keenly watch out for things whumpee liked so that they could snatch it up, because they loved to see the split second of devastation on whumpee's face, before they'd try to cover it up. depriving them of any and all comforts.
so once whumpee has been rescued, they always do their very best to hide their joy when something they find lovely is within reach. even though whumper would eventually realise when they liked something too much, maybe these people won't. they haven't known whumpee for as long as whumper did, after all.
when caretaker tries to query after whumpee's preferences, they clam up and give the answers as vaguely as possibleâ anything other than neutral and detached will be used to hurt them, honestly, but they'd eat a hundred of that wretched broccoli dish if it meant they could get a bite or two of their favourite every once in a while.
one day, caretaker reached out to gently ruffle whumpee's hair, and they have to stand so still in order to stop themself from leaning into the warm touch. they are almost overwhelmed by their longing to press back, but that will only make caretaker realise how much they love this, and then they might start pulling at their hair with the pretense of ruffling it. whumpee would undeniably fall for it.
so they shut up. they don't move. and they keep hoping that caretaker won't notice and put an end to it.
⢠splayed flat over someoneâs chest, a warm, grounding anchor. âeasy. easy. lay still.â
⢠knuckles raked across a sternum. âcome on back now⌠thatâs it. there you are. deep breaths for me.â
⢠the vulnerability of uncovering a painful wound to let someone else inspect it. âi promise iâll be really gentle, but i have to take a look.â
⢠gently frantic. âoh my god. is that blood? is all of that yours?â
⢠A held captive, strung up to the rafters by their wrists. B finally rushes in, clutches Aâs face in their hands, tips their chin up. desperately searches for any hint of awareness. âA. A, look at me. please look at me. i need a medic over here!â
⢠Bâs cool hand pressed against Aâs fever-hot forehead. bonus points if they cup the back of Aâs head with the other hand at the same time. A closes their eyes and leans into the touch ever so slightly.
multiple whumpees. whumper takes sexual interest in most of them; the ones who are not included are usually relieved. whumpee isn't. why doesn't whumper want them? are they that ugly and disgusting?
later in recovery they become hypersexual. they spend most of their one night stands apologising profusely for being undesirable and gross. it turns people off. even more people reject them.
caretaker doesn't. caretaker sees how broken whumpee is and wants to hold off on sexual stuff until whumpee feels better. whumpee just registers it as another rejection.
i tagged it noncon but actually i'm reconsidering. imagine it like a cult situation with the whumpees being there semi-willingly. they're brainwashed to like or even love leader. they stay because they "want to". it's dubcon. then it'd make sense that whumpee feels terribly left out and unwanted
arranged political marriage narratives are for me similarly fraught to unplanned pregnancy in that they tend to skew towards a conservative, anti-choice sentiment regardless of the author's intentions or ideology, because the end goal is typically the realisation of an apparently empowering and subversive romantic fantasy where the characters involved experience compellingly turbulent and sexually charged conflict between normative expectations and their own desires, but ultimately find themselves fulfilled in and even healed by the acceptance of undeniably important and worthwhile but conventional (and oppressively gendered) roles like that of the loving husband and wife or parental figures. which is a shame because i Do think that there's some interesting and worthwhile commentary to be explored through these kinds of kinky fantasies that reflect the anxieties surrounding very real and enduring sociopolitical issues regarding autonomy and consent, but when that tension is ultimately resolved by settling into a role that's always been what's expected of you, even if it does allow you to manipulate certain social power dynamics in your favour, it just rings kind of hollow. all of which is a very long-winded way of saying that i wish there were more arranged marriage narratives where the participants never fall in love, but still come to care for and respect one another, and perform the marital duties expected of them out of that affection and desire to both help each other advance their sociopolitical countermoves to subvert the status quo and to survive, using the legal and social trappings that come with their marital status to their advantage to protect each other.
like i really Cannot stress enough how imperative it is that they never feel anything like romantic love for one another - nor are they really friends, although they may like each other's company and even actively prefer it to anyone else's. rather their relationship is comparable to that of two people covering each other's backs in a fight, or two prisoners in the same cell, and there's as much of the beauty of human connection to that as there is tragedy that those are the circumstances that brought them together. and they can absolutely have sexual tension and even consummate a sexual relationship and enjoy it, but it will be unavoidably dubiously consensual at best by design. no flinching from it.
arranged marriage where you love each other so much that you'd both shove the other person through a crack in the wall the moment it opened up in front of you while screaming at them to go, go now, run, and don't you dare look back
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âAuthors should not be ALLOWED to write aboutââ you are an anti-intellectual and functionally a conservative
âThis book should be taken off of shelves for featuringââ you are an anti-intellectual and functionally a conservative
âSchools shouldnât teach this book in class becauseââ you are an anti-intellectual and functionally a conservative
âNobody actually likes or wants to read classics because theyâreââ you are an anti-intellectual and an idiot
âI only read YA fantasy books because every classic novel or work of literary fiction is problematic and featuresââ you are an anti-intellectual and you are robbing yourself of the full richness of the human experience.
"you are functionally a conservative" is such a good and clarifying insult
Literally right after I saw this post, I saw another post in a discord chat for BOOK EDITORS in which an outspokenly liberal editor talked about how Nabokov should have never been published because he wrote about p*dophiles and described women's bodies in ways that made her uncomfortable. She described his writing as "objectively terrible" and said she wanted to burn his books. And other editors were bringing up classics they didn't like and talking about how they wanted to throw them in the trash. This wasn't like a light "unpopular opinion!" conversation. This was actual book editors talking about how books should be destroyed and censored.
There is something so scary and toxic in global culture right now. The revival of fascism is influencing everyone's mindset and approach to art, regardless of where they fall on the political spectrum.
I see far more books being censored today than when I was a kid. Librarians handed me The Catcher in the Rye, The Sexual Politics of Meat, and Animal Farm when I was literally 8-11. My mom would never have taken a book away from me. I read everything from the Tao Te Ching to the Qur'an to atheist texts under my desk at school. Teachers thought nothing of it or encouraged it. Books seemed universally acknowledged as sacrosanct to me.
Now I can't find any adults who don't hesitate or want to make exceptions when it comes to censorship. Even the most liberal social activist librarians I know go, "well except for book X..."
Functionally conservative. It's so important to have the language to express that.
Actually, I did reports on book banning three separate times with three separate teachers, with three separate sets of parameters so I was able to write about the same topic in different ways, but this is specifically about the report I did in university. The actual specs for the report included that we were supposed to complete some kind of study or poll (this was not a science class). I put the questions out on a couple of forums I belonged to at the time and asked a few IRL friends as well. A lot of the questions were standard for this sort of thing, I think - were you ever assigned to read a banned book, did you ever read banned books on your own, did you read/were you assigned them BECAUSE they were banned or did you find out about them being banned later, what's your opinion on banning books, etc.
But there was one question I asked that ended up reshaping the entire thrust of my presentation: "Are there any books that you think SHOULD be banned, and if so, why?"
Here's the thing. Most of the forums I was posting on were fan spaces for a book series that, at the time, was one of the most banned/challenged books out there. It's a fandom that I have since entirely distanced myself from, that I one hundred percent do not recommend to anyone, that I will actively attempt to dissuade people from reading or talking about, and that I would like to not be popular anymore. I'm sure most of you reading this can guess which one I'm talking about (I won't name it or go into specifics because I don't want to trip any filters unnecessarily). But it was KNOWN that these books were banned in a lot of places. A lot of people wore the "I read banned books" badge with pride. I fully expected that the answer to that question would be a resounding "no" from the forums, and that I'd maybe get a few affirmative answers from one of the other spaces.
I was shocked. Not only did a lot of people come back with either "not exactly but I think we should keep [author] or [book] out of the hands of children" or "yes, [book]/anything by [author] should be banned because XYZPDQ", but not a single person who responded gave me the same answer. The only one I remember - keep in mind it's been almost twenty years - was that one person specifically said The Bone Collector, and for the "why do you think it should be banned" question, they only said, "No. I'm not explaining it. It's too horrible to even think about. Just believe me when I say nobody should ever be allowed to read this book."
I highlighted that last comment in my presentation, along with several other of my "favorite" official reasons for banning books - the Alabama school board that banned The Diary of Anne Frank in 1984 because it was "a real downer", the district that removed A Raisin in the Sun because it was "pornographic", the library that took Charlie and the Chocolate Factory out of circulation because it "might be hurtful to children without parents", and things of that nature - and pointed out that all of these were the same thing. This was somebody saying "I don't like this, therefore nobody should read it, and I shouldn't have to explain why." I also pointed out that if you can't give a good reason, the whole thing falls apart, and then I quoted "Smut" by Tom Lehrer:
All books can be indecent books,
Though recent books are bolder,
For filth, I'm glad to say,
Is in the mind of the beholder.
When correctly viewed,
Everything is lewd.
I can tell you things about Peter Pan
And the Wizard of Oz - THERE'S a dirty old man...
Go back to that paragraph I mentioned earlier, about those books that I no longer recommend to anyone. Notice how I phrased that. I don't recommend them. I will tell you all the reasons why I don't think you should buy them. I will tell you all the problems with the author, with the franchise, with the writing. I wish they were out of print, I wish they were deeply unpopular, I wish nobody would ever read them again.
But I still won't advocate for banning them.
It's so easy to twist a justification. Look at what I quoted up there! A Raisin in the Sun was banned for being "pornographic". One of the websites I used as a source responded to that accusation with "Did they read the same play I did?" At the time, I thought the comment was funny. Now, twenty years later, I realize: It was a buzzword. It was a convenient label. At the time of the challenge, just saying "it's pornographic" was enough. Obviously you're not some kind of sicko who wants to hear about all the pornographic details, are you? Freak! That's pornography! And they're teaching it in schools! We should get rid of it!
A Raisin in the Sun, for anyone who didn't study it at any point or read it (or watch the movie, which was very good), is a play/movie about a black family in Chicago in the 1960s. The family matriarch has been in domestic service for years, but she's just received a very large insurance payment from her husband's death and is retiring. Wanting to give her family, especially her young grandson, a better life, she goes out and buys a house...in an otherwise exclusively white neighborhood. The head of the homeowner's association (essentially) comes to visit them and offers to pay them a substantial amount of money to not move into the neighborhood, because segregation isn't officially a thing and they can't legally stop them from moving in, but they don't want them there. There's a lot more that goes on in the play, and I highly recommend you go and read it, but the point is that there is nothing sexual or titillating in the entire thing. The closest we get is a scene where the daughter (Beneatha, a college student) is gifted a traditional African dress from her boyfriend, who's Nigerian, and he shows her how to put it on over the clothes she's already wearing, and maybe the scene where the daughter-in-law (Ruth, a laundress) accidentally reveals that, having found out she's pregnant, she's planning to have an abortion rather than bring another child into the world/have another mouth to feed.
It's not pornographic. But someone didn't want it taught in schools, so they called it that to get it banned.
It's so easy to twist labels. If you, a liberal, agree that books with X trait are okay to ban, the people who don't want books to exist will find a way to say they have X trait, and then what are you going to do, admit that you like that sort of thing? Sicko! Freak! Pervert!
You don't have to like the book, or the author, or the topic. But if you're advocating for banning them entirely, you're functionally a conservative.
Day 2: What is your earliest memory of enjoying whump?
i think my first memory of enjoying whump was when i was maybe 6 or 7, reading "the lighthouse mystery" in the boxcar children series (real ones know). i remember there was this guy who had gone out on a boat and a storm came in and he had to be rescued and like, brought back to the lighthouse the kids were staying in to get warmed up and cared for i think. little me loveeeeed that scene and this book became one of my favorites in the series. i would also imagine whumpy scenarios for one of the characters, henry. he was 14 which was crazy old and cool to me and so i'd be like "ooh what if they were investigating and henry got hurt wouldn't that be so great" and of course i was very right for that lol
TW/CW for mention of rape and part of a panic attack
Author's note: improvised a bit with this one, but I quite like how it turned out; this technically is put after They Know- Lacey; however it is a first draft of it, so won't fully be like this when it's in the Main Story canon
Lacey
Left.
Two rights.
Another left.
She was very happy now to have memorized every hallway and room of this place. Staring at the blueprint layout for hours was useful after all. Now she could lead her team back out without a word.
Once they were out, though, she felt her lungs begin to cave in.
Suddenly she flashed back to when she was little. Maybe six or seven? Skating with her friends on the lake during a party. Until she heard cracking under her feet. At least she'd known to stop, to wait for her dad to rescue her.
Faintly, she wondered why she was remembering that now. Maybe because it was winter again. Or she missed her dad.
She did miss her dad.
She missed her mom, too.
Lacey nodded, seeing them come in on her watch. She could do that. She could do that.
Liara's voice broke through her thoughts. "Aurora, they've found a place to land. Lead us to the coordinates?"
No one spoke as they trudged through the woods. The light snow made the grass crunch under their feet.
Crunch crunch crunch
Not cracking. No cracking. Why would there be? There was no ice to fall through.
Her breathing came a bit easier as she saw their plane in the field ahead, Miles waiting at the ramp for them. She hung back as the others went first. Then she trailed behind.
At least no one needed her. So she sat in the back of the plane while Iris tended to Duncan's leg as Miles took off. She felt Liara's eyes on her. But since her leader said nothing, she kept her gaze on the floor.
They know.
She was little again. Standing on cracked ice.
But her dad wasn't here to save her this time. Her mom wasn't waiting to wrap her into a hug.
She was alone.
"Lacey?"
Crack
She didn't look up, just softly hummed to indicate that she was listening.
Liara sat on the chair across from her. Leaned forward, so Lacey saw her hands folded in front of her. "Lacey, I'm going to ask you two questions, yes or no answers, point blank. And I want you to know that no matter your answers, no one here will judge you for them."
Crack
She nodded.
"When you went MIA, did the Piper rape you?"
CRACK
She nodded again. Her whole body felt cold. And she couldn't stop shaking. She started rocking. Maybe that way she could warm up. That felt good. She liked rocking.
She heard Liara hesitate before she asked the next question. "And you... didn't betray us, did you?"
The ice gave way beneath her.
She rocked harder, trying to stay afloat.
"Never." Lacey croaked, shaking her head. "I'd never...- Could never...- I didn't..." She felt cold. Why was she cold? Her lungs were tight, her chest like ice had been thrust into it like a spike. "You have to believe me, please, I-"
Warm hands wrapped around hers. Liara's hands. Then she was pulled into a hug.
"We believe you." Liara whispered, her hand cradling Lacey's head against her shoulder, her other hand a comforting weight on Lacey's back. "I'm sorry we doubted in you. You didn't deserve that. I'm so sorry..."
She couldn't stop shaking. Her lungs felt like thousands of tiny needles stabbing into them. "I- I..."
A blanket covered over her shoulders. The action made her look up. Up at Iris, who was looking down at her with a strange expression. Guilt?
"I'm sorry." Iris said with a sad smile that didn't reach her eyes. "I'm... yeah."
She went to leave and Lacey felt the panic built. She reached out, grabbed Iris' hand, still trembling. "Don't go. Please-"
A whimper burst out of her when Iris stayed, hugging her with Liara. Having them both there... it wasn't the same as Mom and Dad. Or Beth. But... she felt better. She wasnât drowning anymore.
She wasn't drowning.
Ice still covered her bones, but at least... she wasn't drowning anymore.
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whumper's rules being so insidious and that they conditioned whumpee to fear normality. 'Pet' all the time but Whumpee's name during punishment. Always on their knees unless they were being lead somewhere Bad. Allowed to eat at a table only when they were about to be lent. Given permission to speak only when they're made to beg for punishment. Taking care of their wounds only as a way to hurt them.
Author's note: this is a random assorted moment while the agency is on lockdown and Lacey is still under suspicion; having fun with unreliable narration again... take from that what you will ;)
Lacey
"This is only until we come back from the mission."
Lacey nodded, her face neutral as Liara clasped the bands around her wrists. The words should have been comforting. But they felt like a sentencing as the cuffs weighed her down.
"Here, this, too." Iris was much harsher than Liara had been as she put a monitor around Lacey's bicep. Her eyes were hard. "In case you try something stupid."
Lacey just nodded again. She was concentrating more on breathing than answering aloud.
They left without much fanfare, leaving Lacey to sit alone at the kitchen island.
She just kept breathing. Slow and steady. She did her best not to scratch at the bands around her wrists. But she couldn't help it. Left. Right. Scratch scratch.
'Just breathe.'
Eventually, she stood, walking around the shared communal areas aimlessly. It was good to remember she wasn't held against anything. Not chained to the chair. Or a bed.
Her breath caught. She forced it even again. She felt a bit lightheaded, so she sat on one of the couches. Her vision was beginning to darken at the edges, light spots dancing as it did.
Stoic whumpee who is adamantly refusing medical treatment after the whump, much to the concern of their friends.
Their injuries go untreated and get worse until, eventually, they begin to scare even whumpee and they can't pretend all is fine much longer. In a moment of fear and weakness (and probably half-delirious already), they come to caretaker and ask in a quiet, pleading tone:
Hey, weâre in line for some absurd temperatures here in the southwest this week. This is very important to know and keep in mind. Be safe, stay hydrated, stay out of the sun as much as you can.
Remember kids, DO NOT chug half a gallon of water all at once. Go ahead and chug just a bit, but then make yourself stop and take sips consistently over time.
If youâre still desperately thirsty after having some water, you probably need electrolytes. There are many options - eat a pickle, have a gatorade (or whatever brand you prefer), add an electrolyte packet to your water, sprinkle salt on some watermelon, make a fun drink with coconut water.
Foods count for hydration, too! Juicy fresh fruits and veg, cold soups, popsicles!
hey. whumpee that is physically stronger/more skilled than whumper. but either due to restraints and/or maybe drugging is rendered completely helpless :3. you're stronger than me, aren't you? why aren't you fighting back? aren't you supposed to be competent? :3
"you could push me off if you really wanted to," whumper murmurs to them. their voice is soft, just like their hands, their body on top of whumpee. "you must really like this, huh? otherwise... hell, if you didn't want this, if i was forcing you, if i was raping you, then you'd be justified in killing me, wouldn't you? and you could. you could kill me if you wanted."
whumpee tries to scream. they try to fight. they know they can't, the drugs have taken all of their choices away, all of them, but they try anyway. the most that they can achieve is a quiet, pathetic whimper, and their head rolling to the side, limp and lolling. whumper captures their cheek in a gentle, soft palm, directing whumpee's head until it faces up again.
the kiss is deep, and warm, and horrible. whumpee lays limp and takes it, unable to do anything else. it's... worse, somehow. it's worse than the other places that their bodies are joined with awful, violating, wet heat.
"go on," whumper murmurs against whumpee's lips. "fight me off. you're so much stronger than me. you're so strong." another kiss. tears drip down the sides of whumpee's cheeks. one trickles into whumpee's ear and it itches but they can't do anything about it. "if i'm raping you, kill me for it. you know you could, if you really wanted to."
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