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.*
People who use AI in their writing (generative specifically, but anything really) please DO NOT follow me or interact with my posts. I absolutely DO NOT consent to any of my writing or posts being used in AI. Seriously, don't. I don't care your reasoning. Theft is theft. End of story.
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 OC tags
Kay's Masterlist of Ask Games
Kay's Masterlist of Answered Asks
My Ao3
{IMPORTANT NOTE: Because of AI scrapers, all of my fics on Ao3 are avaliable to user-readers only. Remember, you can make an account for free on Ao3 (it's not money-subscription based, it really is just free) with your email.}
Ways to support me/see updates other than here on Tumblr:
Ko-fi: [linked here] (whump writing, some book content)
Patreon: [linked here] (content for future books I want to publish)
Bluesky: [linked here] (in case my tumblr gets nuked)
Twitch: [linked here] (want to do writing streams, timing not great)
whumpee who was forced into prostitution coping by spending all their "work" time obsessively calculating the amount of money they'll get (if they're even getting paid) and trying to convince themselves it's worth it
sexually traumatized whumpee whose whumper abused them with kinks and fetishes that make whumpee feel even more humiliated and disgusted, especially when others find out.
whumpee can't call their parental figure by a name they used to find comfort and closeness in, because whumper called themself daddy/mommy while raping them.
whumpee that often vomited and/or pissed themself during the abuse.
whumper making whumpee a cannibal, feeding whumpee someone else's body, and making sure they got it all down by orally raping them.
whumpee whose whumper had a breeding fetish.
whumpee hears a dog command and their conditioning listens instantly, heel, down, roll over, present. a good girl/boy/pet leaves whumpee expecting the touch of whumper, even if that'll never happen again.
whumpee who was raped using objects instead of bodies or toys. do they let themself consider it rape if it was soda cans and candlesticks?
whumpee whose whumper treated raping their captive as if it was a genuinely consensual bdsm dynamic. a simple, planned cnc scene, fit with check-ins and aftercare.
whumpee who was raped with toys... except it was fetish toys. knotted, animalistic, fantasy dildos. the thing that whumper used to rape them is still sold online en masse, with its silly humanish name and free shipping. all whumpee can do is leave a bad review.
Friend who knew Whumpee before suddenly disappearing, as fiery and intelligent and free.
Now Whumpee looks normal— as normal as they can be, but they are so different from the person they knew.
Whumpee looks sheepishly and afraid of doing the wrong thing, always asking Friend if they are doing good or what should they do and etc, apologising for everything and anything.
character b is safe and recovering, and character a, who has been staying strong this whole time, finally breaks down. Character b is taken aback- character a doesn’t cry. Character b hugs character a, trying to comfort them.
Make your whumpee have a dream of finding freedom from whumper only to wake up and realize they are still trapped, or in an even worse situation than before they fell asleep.
day 1 of liking whump: is there something wrong with me? why do I do this? is there a right way to enjoy suffering or am I broken? i should call my therapist........
day 4673 of liking whump: I Need To Set Them On Fire
I don’t know how to condense this into a catchy one-line title so trust me here
whumpee, who, at the beginning of captivity, was resistant, defiant, aggressive. Whumper would offer food and bed of decent quality: actual meals, blankets. Whumpee would refuse it all. “I won’t eat anything you’ve touched,” knocking away a plate of food.
over time, it becomes clear that Whumpee is starving and exhausted, finally willing to cooperate. But now Whumper isn’t being so kind. The meals become meager, disgusting or degrading. Scraps from the dinner table, uncooked canned food. A single blanket.
Suddenly, the treatment that Whumpee originally snubbed becomes a luxury and a reward, while they’re forced to lower themselves even further just to survive
Maybe Whumpee even blames them for their mistreatment, “this could have gone so much better if only you’d cooperated from the start…”
Whumper has had an atrocious day, nothing had gone their way and the promotion they were eying had gone to someone else. At least whumpee is around for them to relieve some stress into.
The door slams open, whumpee immediately looks wide-eyed at whumper. "P-p-please, no- n- not today." Whumpee stammers out their plea. Thwack. Whumper doesn't even acknowledge it.
Instead, whumper immediately goes for whumpees weak points. A kick into the liver has whumpee puking from the pain. Followed immediately by whumper pushing their face down into the sick.
Whumpee is pushed way further than normal, when today they already couldn't handle "normal". By the end of it they are a sobbing mess. Before whumpee could process it, whumper was gone, together with their favourite comfort items. "Go to sleep." Whumper says as they close the door.
Whumpee is left on the cold hard floor, without even their usual bedding. How could they go to sleep? They quietly sob to themselves. Never really falling asleep that night.
