My goal is to use fiction to reduce shame for survivors and for those who enjoy Survivor/Whump Fiction. I'd love for you to support me here by buying my music! https://workrhymes.bandcamp.com/album/ohio-singles Also, I'm a moderate support needs autistic, I will probably offend you by accident.
Survivor fiction=genre about suffering, PTSD, and recovery that focuses on the experience and agency of the survivor. Lots of autistics here! More details on Survivor Fiction. Survivor fiction heals. Why we need it. Why it's necessary. Why nsfwhump.
Anyone who finds meaning here is welcome to read. Please take care of yourself. I tag content and word things carefully to avoid having reblogs turned off.
Whump=fiction about victims and survivors, Whumper=aggressr, whumpee=victim
My goal is to reduce shame for real survivors and for those who enjoy Survivor/Whump Fiction.
Fyi, zero judgment but I do not want kink blogs to reblog my content
Whump videos
Things I write:
Action thrillers
Dark fantasy
Gang/wars
Domestic whump situations
Young, skilled/driven protagonists
Noncon, humiliation, underdogs, beating
I challenge the arguments of evil people and spread awareness about these dynamics.
The effects of PTSD especially on young minds (here's why)
Neurodivergent characters
Humor in dark situations
Favorite tropes
@tiedhandsmedia is a secondary survivor fiction blog for original whump videos and live action gifs.
My completed books: read here, on ao3, or buy a copy⬇️ :)
Back to the Dregs AO3 Amazon
A young detective thought he'd left his problems in his past, but when he's trapped as bait for his gangster brother, he has to find a way to escape. Before they figure out his brother hates him.
The Ghost of Seattle AO3 Amazon
In post-apocalyptic Seattle, a boy becomes a soldier for his evil father. As he grows famous for his fighting in the service of his group, he begins to unravel the truth about those controlling him.
Dance of Death AO3 Amazon (nsfw)
A young noble points out the evils she sees in the aristocracy around her. But she has no idea how far her enemies will go to crush her spirit.
Miasma (sequel to DoD⬆️) AO3 Amazon
A girl wakes up as a vampire, but her powers quickly become a curse as she is forced to work as one of the rebel army's vampire "dogs".
Mighty AO3 Amazon
Zero (coming up!)
A powerful leader of the Forest people is captured by the enemy and tortured for information, beaten in front of her fellow captives, and left to rot in a dungeon. But she has other plans.
A young trans man with too much dignity for his position as a forced servant slowly begins to discover his true role, as a leader of a revolution.
The Kill Touch (published) linktree
A sarcastic young electrokinetic is captured and experimented on with torture as a primary means of extracting usefulness out of her. She has to keep the true magnitude of her power a secret if she wants to escape.
Rape in the Basement
A little one-shot sample of my more blunt writing
If you want to support me but not Amazon, I sell electronic pop here!
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Captive manhandled into position for noncon. Forcing pants down/shirt up violently
Whumpee going silent when they see what whumper is going to do to them/the whip/cane/branding iron/sex toys
Manhandling in general. Slammed into objects, twisted around, sat on, pinned to the floor by an elbow
Thrown into the wall and falling limp to the floor, trying to get up and failing, slumping over their trembling arms, leg half up under them
Whumper slowly walking toward weakened whumpee with a smile on their face
Whumper looking focused and slightly amused as they physically manipulate whumpee. Soft grunts of effort as they quickly pin whumpee down
Whumpee not bound in any way, writhing and struggling as multiple whumpers restrain and beat them
Losing a fight. Badly. And whumper doesn't stop there. They keep kicking, punching, dragging whumpee forward by the hair only to stomp them down again
A strong/powerful/living weapon whumpee that's been a pain in the ass for an evil leader, brought before said leader struggling and sweaty and thrown onto their chest and held there under the boots of their captors. Especially if they're defiant. Whumpee shouting threats, cut off by a harsh kick to the ribs.
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"But I miss the good times..." Whumpee says softly.
"Do you hear yourself?!" Caretaker finds their voice rising involuntarily.
"Well now I do..." Whumpee's voice gets small, awkward.
"You sang till your lips turned blue! Because you'd be whipped if you didn’t! He made you walk with him till you dropped! Because he refused to let you eat! Do I need to go on?"
Whumpee's eyes have started to widen. They've never seen it in such a stark light. Singing together. Going on walks. That's what whumper called it. Whumpee was severely asthmatic.
"He's your ex for a fucking reason."
Ex. Whumpee never called whumper that. Ex captor. Ex owner. Ex master.
"Does that help?" Caretaker draws closer to whumpee, touching their arm to look into their eyes. "Don’t go back to your abusive ex. Don't even think about it. Okay?"
Ex. It takes away their power and idealization all at once.
Whumpee nods, looking away as their eyes fill with tears.
"Yeah, actually." A small chuckle escapes them through the tears. "Thank you."
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Whumper backhanding Whumpee every time they speak, so Whumpee has to stay completely silent.
Whumpee A knows some sensitive, confidential information and Whumpee B is A's [insert relationship type here], so Whumper kidnaps both and tortures B to get A to talk.
Whumpee is on the floor, lying on their side. Whumper walks up to them and kicks them HARD. Whumpee wraps their arms around their middle, curling up protectively.
Whumpee being presented to Whumper by henchmen. Whumpee is standing in front of Whumper with their hands tied behind their back. Henchman aims a kick at the back of Whumpee's knees, causing them to fall to their knees painfully. Henchman puts a strong hand on Whumpee's shoulder, preventing them from getting back up.
Whumpee sharing the whump with Caretaker. Whumpee, still very traumatised, struggles to get it out. Caretaker patiently waits and gently reminds Whumpee that they don't have to talk about it if they're not ready.
Whumpee A is an older sibling, and Whumpee B is a younger one. They are both locked in a cell. Whenever Whumper or a henchman comes in, A pulls B behind them, hiding their younger sibling protectively
Whumper is constantly touching Whumpee - pulling their hair, grabbing their chin, resting their hands on their waist, squeezing their thighs.
Whumpee has magic and is kept in a cell where the bars are made of a thing that weakens them (gives them headaches, makes their body weak, chronic pain etc). They can't touch the bars because it burns them. Whenever they get taken out, they are tortured, humiliated, hurt in some way. When they get put back in their cell, they get hit with more pain. They get no relief.
They start off making jokes. Watching their face fall into terror as whumper approaches with a knife
The disbelief the first time. "Wait, you're not gonna, wait, wait!" Wriggling away as far as they can in their restraints.
More denial, calling for help way too much until whumper gets fed up and gags them
After holding in a scream of pain and keeping it down to harsh grunting, making a snarky remark. "Is that the best you can do, sweetheart?"
After said snarky remark, whumper turns with that "you did not just say that to me." Face. And whumpee turns away and forces a chuckle, knowing it's about to get 10 times worse.
The groan that they try to make sound like laughter.
Reflexive/compulsive joking that they can't stop, it's a trauma response. And it pisses whumper off. *Cue whumper trying to beat it out of them*
"Shit, whumper, don't kill me all at once." Whumper, picking up a whip. "I warned you not to say one more word."
Whumper torturing them with exquisite slowness so they can watch whumpee's face go from forced smile, to red, swollen-faced breath holding as they try not to cry
"I'm sorry," laughing nervously at first. Changing to crying and begging, "whatever I did, I'm sorry, please!!"
When they're so defeated, panting hoarsely after so much screaming, and they stop smiling. Not daring to speak, even to look at whumper.
Or as they raise their head cautiously, whumpee just stares at whumper, lips quivering, hanging onto the last of their sanity by a thread.
Whumper leaving and whumpee just crumples to the floor, hand over their face, grimacing as they try to recover
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The post was as large as a telegraph pole. It came up out the floor and then disappeared through the ceiling like a giant tree that had grown through the room and then continued on its path seeking out the sun.
Thick metal manacles hung at waist height, bolted deep into the post. Whumpee’s wrists were cuffed tightly into the manacles, his forehead rested against the wood, his knees ached from kneeling on the floor. Bruises littered his body, cuts from a knife ran down his limbs, souvenirs of previous sessions with Whumper.
The room around Whumpee shone brightly, he’d been here before and knew the horrors that awaited him. He lifted his head and the ragged reflection of his face stared back with hollow eyes. A room completely covered with mirrors making sure he would have a front row seat to his own torture. Whumper would forced him to watch, just as others would watch. The steady shine of the red LEDs around the room confirmed the cameras were already broadcasting him and his terror to those who paid to see it.
Whumper entered the room through the mirrored door and came to stand behind Whumpee who watched his reflection warily. The one plus of the mirrors was he always knew where Whumper was relative to him. Unless the blindfold was in play. Whumpers cruel grin made his body go cold, his blood seemed to solidify and he trembled with the dreaded anticipation of today’s game.
“You’re in luck today Whumpee. Your fans have requested your favourite”.
Whumpee groaned, letting his head fall back against the post as he tried desperately to keep the tears that burned his eyes to himself. Whumper stepped forward and gently cut his shirt off his back. The softness of the act contrasting with the brutality that was to follow. Whumper stepped back, took up a braided thick leather whip and let it uncoil, as hideous as a Cobra ready to strike. At least a Cobra would end his torment.
“Eyes on me. Do NOT shut them at any point. You will watch. every. second. Or those eyes will close for good.”
A small whine of despair and a whispered plea was all that Whumpee got out as he watched Whumper raise the whip, draw back his arm and quickly slash it forward sending the whip plummeting into his exposed back.
He howled in torment as the mirrors reflected the split skin back to him, one vivid red gash in his skin, spilling blood down his back, repeated over and over from every angle as the mirrors intended.
“One.”
Tears fell from Whumpee’s eyes. He couldn’t hold them back as the pain sizzled through his back, his nerves already on fire. Hopelessness followed quickly as he heard Whumpers phone pinging, demanding more lashes. His pain the entertainment for those watching.
He took a deep breath as he watched Whumper smile behind him, he tried to brace himself as the whip raised again and another line of agony was opened along his spine. His screams filled the chamber and a thousand more lashes reflected around the room. The mirrors made everything so much worse. He felt like he was drowning in his own blood. He already couldn’t differentiate between his blood splattered onto the mirrors or the image of it shining back to him.
“Two.”
Whumper ran the whip through his fist and shook off Whumpee’s blood in a shower of red rain. He glanced at his smart screen and smirked.
“Let’s see if we can keep your fans happy. Let’s see if we can make forty, humm?”
