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dearorowhump · 1 day

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hi friends. i'm not new to whump but new to this community :>. i'm happy to meet all of you! you can call me oro, i use any pronouns, and i'm 17. i'm trying to get back into writing and read some cool stuff -- send me links to your work please! big fan here of immoral lesbians. anyway. nice to make everyone's acquaintance!

tropes i like:

superheroes

parental caretakers

lady whump

#whump #whump intro #whump blog #whump community #lady whump #whump writing #female whumpee #whumpee #caretaker #whump tropes #whumpblr

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a-crumb-of-whump · 4 months

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Liking minor whump does not make you a bad person. Liking lady whump does not make you a bad person. Enjoying whump with POC does not make you a bad person. Enjoying pedophilic/incestuous whump does not make you a bad person. Liking NSFWhump does not make you a bad person.

Just because you enjoy these things in fictional settings, does not mean you condone them in real life. They are no better or worse than anything else we as whumpers create.

#whump #whump community #whumpblr #whump tropes #minor whump #nsfwhump #lady whump #whump post

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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 4 months

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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.

#sexy sexy women please i love them i cherish them #'ew these tropes are for the male gaze' wrong they're for the female gaze and that's me #whump #whump community #whump scenario #whumpee #whumper #whump ideas #whump prompt #whump tropes #whumpblr #lady whump #female whumper #female whumpee #caretaker

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slashthrashandcrash · 3 months

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that's how that movie went right

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whumptea · 3 months

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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.

#lady whump #whump #whump blog #whump community #whumpee #whumper #whump scenes #whump inspiration #emotional whump #whump prompt #whump trope

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spirit-whump · 3 months

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The whump fandom usually prioritizes male characters, so tell me in the tags your favourite female characters to whump! OCs or canon characters, whumpees or whumpers - name some women.

#whump #emotional whump #lady whump #women whump #i don't remember if there are other tags but #spirit whump #for my ocs my whumpers are usually rose joan and marianne. literally all but one of my joan fics have her getting hurt.#canon characters though...#alicent hightower #sersi #lucy preston #rebecca welton #keeley jones #society if either of the ted lasso ladies got proper therapy-

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little-peril-stories · 3 months

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Women in Whump

okay I think I'm actually done fixating on this whole thing 😅, but here's an editable spreadsheet listing whump stories with women characters. have at 'er. if you want. or don't, and just browse! up to you.

not just lady whump (aka women getting whumped)! in other words, not just woman whumpees.

#women in whump #lady whump #add to it #make it pretty #share it #browse it #add links #fix my spelling #do what you like

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whumpshaped · 4 months

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Hypnotic music box!

- @oliversrarebooks

tw gaslighting, hypnosis, magic whump, tiny whump, lady whump, captivity, memory loss

The song filled her mind and body as she kept spinning, keeping completely still for her owner’s enjoyment. She was a perfect little ballerina, her master’s favourite, never stumbling and never ever disappointing them.

Her dress was as pretty and perfect as the body it served to accentuate, with a soft face and shiny hair to match. A work of art, her master had called her. A masterpiece.

The music was gentle as it wrapped around her, settling deep in the creases of her mechanical body and soothing her every worry. She let herself be carried around and around, her glassy eyes fixed on something invisible. Her master was in the room with her, she noted distantly. She could only ever catch glimpses of them, but it was enough to motivate her to do well.

She would always do well. She was perfect, a product of her owner’s genius.

“The battery in your music box is running out,” Master said one day. “I’ll get new ones soon.”

She didn’t doubt it. She was grateful to be informed ahead of time, that way she didn’t panic when her little personal carousel started slowing, and eventually came to a complete halt. She stayed motionless, staring out into the empty room with the last remnants of the song playing only in her mind.

Her owner must’ve been at the store by now, getting the new batteries so they could continue to enjoy her dance. She only had to be patient for a few more minutes, at most an hour.

The stillness was unnerving. She almost felt like her arms were getting tired in this demanding pose, even though she knew that was quite impossible. Dolls didn’t get tired. And while her master was a particularly skilled tinkerer to have created something as lifelike as her, they would’ve had no reason to make her susceptible to exhaustion. That would’ve been cruel, given her purpose.

Still, the feeling continued to spread. Her joints started aching, her mechanical muscles were burning, and despite her best efforts, she eventually had to lower her arms. It felt sacrilegious to do that while the music box was open… but there wasn’t any music now, nor an audience to dance for. Maybe it was okay. Maybe she could treat this unusual circumstance as if the box had been closed.

It kept bugging her, though; the bone-deep exhaustion that suddenly plagued her now that she was off duty. And what were all these new worries? Why did she feel so anxious? Was she shaking from fatigue or nerves?

Why was she shaking at all?

She glanced towards the empty room again, suddenly seized by an overwhelming desire to crawl out of her box and explore. Her whole body protested as she carefully crossed the threshold into the outside, walking along the table with a sense of odd familiarity. It felt as if she had gone on walks like this before, even though she had no recollection of anything but the box.

She didn’t make it far. She crumpled to the ground in pain, curling up in an attempt to soothe her aching joints. Everything hurt. Nothing had ever hurt before, not since her owner had created her.

Oh, lying down like this would definitely put a few wrinkles in her pretty dress. Bad, bad, she was being a bad doll.

‘What a bad doll you’ve been.’

‘I’m not a doll! Stop calling me that, stop– what are you doing? You can’t lock me in there!’

‘But I can. Dolls belong in boxes, after all.’

The hallucination made her sit bolt upright, eyes wide and full of terror. What was that? Where did that come from? She hugged her knees close to her chest, barely understanding why she was suddenly crying.

The box seemed scary now that she was out. It seemed like nothing but a prison instead of a home.

She stared down at her realistically painted legs, blinking at the level of detail she had never noticed before. She couldn’t help it. She gently scraped against the layer, consumed with a desire to see the paint flake off, to see her metallic endoskeleton underneath… But it hurt, and all she found was a layer of flesh with blood bubbling to the surface.

It couldn’t be.

She was a doll.

She was just a doll.

‘I’m not a doll!’

She buried her face in her hands, taking quick, shallow breaths. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t real. None of it was real. She had to get back into the box. She had to get back and dance and look pretty. She had to be perfect, she had to be nothing but a beloved object.

The door opened and she flinched, scrambling to her feet and promptly falling again. She was so tired. She was so scared. She had to get back to the box before her owner realised what a bad doll she had been.

“Oh… The battery ran out sooner than I thought…” Her master walked over to the table, and their presence held none of the usual gentleness that always put her at ease. She felt nothing but the dread of a prey animal, trapped and about to be killed. “How unfortunate. I need to fix this box, this is the second time in only a few months.”

Second? In a few months? No… She had never had the box stop before.

“What’s going on?” she asked, startled by her own voice. She didn’t know she had a voice box. Was it a voice box? Or was it her voice, natural and painfully alive?

“Shh, it’s alright.” They quickly inserted the batteries into the bottom of the box, then set it down on the table again. “Come on. In you go.”

“No! No, I want– I want you to explain! Why am I bleeding? What’s going on?”

“You’re bleeding? Oh, my. What a mess.” They flipped a switch and the song started back up, and she didn’t know why she covered her ears. She just knew she had to, it was crucial that she did, it was the most important thing in the world that she blocked out the song completely.

“Just tell me what’s going on!” she cried, shrieking when her owner pinned her down against the desk, securing her limbs with clear tape. “No, stop, stop it! Please! I don’t understand, I don’t understand!”

“Shh… Calm down, sweet… It’s alright…” They winced when they saw the wound above her knee, swiftly grabbing some ointment and a cotton swab to treat it. She struggled against the makeshift restraints, unable to stop the music from infiltrating her mind any longer. “Oh, what a bad doll you’ve been again…”

“I’m not a doll!”

Her captor gave her a pitying look, gently dabbing the injured area and making her cry harder with the sting of it. “It’s going to be alright.”

The empty box continued playing the music, and she felt her anger slowly give way to resignation. Her struggles became weaker before they ceased entirely, and her pain dissipated before she was even freed from the clear tape. She wasn’t tired anymore. She wasn’t hurting.

“There you are,” they murmured. “My most perfect little creation. My little ballerina.”

New clothes were brought out for her, and she lay completely still as her owner changed out the old ones. She was placed back in the box, where the song was the loudest, and she let it wash over her. It was so heavy, like a comforting blanket.

“Get into position for me, won’t you?” She raised her arms and tried to mimic the grace of a real dancer, making her master smile. “Perfect. My little mechanical doll. My toy box dancer. What a little wonder I’ve created.”

The song filled her mind and body as she kept spinning, keeping completely still for her owner’s enjoyment. She was a perfect little ballerina, her master’s favourite, never stumbling and never ever disappointing them.

#asks #oliversrarebooks #whump #whump drabble #gaslighting #hypnosis #magic whump #tiny whump #lady whump #captivity #memory loss

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whumpyourdamnpears · 3 months

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the suppression of lady whump has really got me going tonight

like, it’s fine not to like lady whump. it’s fine to be triggered by lady whump and wanting to avoid it. it’s all fine and good. but the fact that there had to be (presumably!! since this is a niche community) a considerable amount of people in the community so against it that somehow it got to tumblr’s team and blacklisted as a tag? now that’s some nonsense

correct me if I’m wrong about how tumblr works in terms of the staff finding content that’s considered inappropriate, but I’m pretty sure it works based on what is being reported to them, and if lady whump managed to make it onto their list of hidden tags, we can assume that lady whump content has been mass reported to ever garner the attention of the staff

it’s a shame, really. it’s a shame to be someone who finds catharsis in whump against women and be unable to find content for it due to tumblr and the community’s fuckery, especially if you don’t have mutuals who write or reblog whumpy woman content

let people whump their women, tumblr

#this isn’t even to mention how some of y’all act when lady whump is getting its flowers #this is a community-wide problem and tbh I’m really sick of it #anyways #love me a lady in pain ❤️❤️#whump #whumplr #lady whump

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befuddled-calico-whump · 1 month

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reunion

(based on the au described in the second half of this ask)

@kira-the-whump-enthusiast , @whumpsday , @regrets-realization-acceptance , @kixngiggles , @randomlifeunit , @darkthingshappen

#mannnnn this au idea is so whumpy tbh thank u mill #whump art #whump comic #lab whump #torture #beaten #Jin's honestly just happy to see her alive tbh #angst #sibling whump #whumpy art #rk rotorworx au #lady whump #nabi had it coming #eventually it happens to everyone lol #Melchior was already being used as a test subject when Nabi showed up but then he acquired a dual purpose of helping her stay in line :)#since she makes it pretty obvious that she cares about his well-being #so of course RW is hoping her brother's safety on the line will push her powers even further #partial nudity #jin is so whumpable though

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gritpyre · 4 months

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2024 is the year of toxic yuri, my bones told me so

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deripmaver · 3 months

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this is possibly a hot take as someone mostly on the outskirts of the whump community but i don't think that lady whump, or whump with a focus on a woman being hurt, can ever be the same as the excessive and voyeuristic violence against women in mainstream media. to me, one of the key components of whump is identification and empathy with the person being hurt, and that's definitely something lacking from a lot of depictions of violence towards women in mainstream books and tv.

it's of course fine to not personally want to read lady whump, or to find it triggering, but i think it's incorrect to use the violence towards women in media as a strike against the genre. in fact, i think it can be very cathartic to read works of fiction where the emphasis is on identifying with a female victim.

#whump #lady whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community

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bestwhumptropes · 10 months

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who here likes lady whump?

#ladywhump #lady whump #lady!whump #whump #whump community #whump tropes #i don't specifically love separating out whump from lady whump but #for the sake of finding others i will do it for the tags!

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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 4 months

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