Survivor Fiction blog.

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. What Survivor Fiction is not. Survivor fiction heals. Why we need it. It’s not “unnecessary”.

Most Survivor Fiction writers are anonymous because of judgement from others without understanding.

Whump=fiction about victims and survivors, Whumper=aggressor, whumpee=victim

My goal is to reduce shame for real-life survivors and for those who enjoy Survivor/Whump Fiction.

Things I write:

• Action thrillers
• Dark fantasy
• Gang/wars
• Domestic abuse situations
• Young, skilled/driven protagonists
• Humiliation, underdogs, beat-downs
• I challenge the arguments of abusers and spread awareness about these dynamics.
• The effects of PTSD especially on young minds (here’s why)
• Neurodivergent characters
• Humor in dark situations

@tiedhandsmedia is a secondary survivor media blog for original whump videos and audio productions.

My completed books: read here, on ao3, or buy a copy⬇️ :)

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Mighty: Traitor Tongue Pt 1

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Content: forced to strip, whipping, forced to hold a position, leader whipped in front of followers, fear of noncon, manhandling, emeto, urination, torture

Buckeye

It had been two weeks. She could tell when they were coming to torture her from the grim mouth-lines now. They thrust her into the cell adjoining the one where her people were, The floor smelled so strongly of feces that it brought tears to her eyes. Buckeye turned around to face the four soldiers coming in after her. The strap hadn’t worked. The breaking of her arm hadn’t worked. A couple more fist beatings, she still refused to talk.

What fresh torture did they have planned today?

Thankfully Ino was not among the soldiers. Instead, a short man with a scowl approached her first. She vaguely remembered this guy. Quiet, but he squeezed very tightly when he was escorting her. He reached toward her and she caught his wrist in a tight grip that could’ve crushed hands before. As weakened as she was, it was only enough to keep him from grabbing her.

“Take off clothes.” He said in Jaiun, clearly enunciating. “Or I break them.”

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• Victim wondering if they’re really going to shoot them, if they’re just using the gun to scare and harass whumpee
• Daring to slap the gun out of their face and duck away, only to be siezed by the arm with the gun pressed into the back of their neck and a hiss in their ear–“You think I won’t do it?”
• Victim trying to be patient, rolling their eyes as their head is pushed down again to make them stumble, occasionally ducking a bit to try to avoid some of the manhandling
• Bullies cursing at the victim and cuffing the back of their head as they stumble along
• Feeling their head yanked to the side into a hard pistol barrel to the ear
• All the captors around the victim being armed and having guns and ammo obviously hanging out in the open for the victim to side-eye as they drop the idea of trying to escape. Not with a miniature army of machine guns around them, no.
• A gun jammed into the victim’s ribs under the table, making them wince and glance at whumper, who shakes their head. Don’t try anything.

Content: manhandling, martial arts, broken bone, domestic whump/abuse

• Arm locks don’t work if the victim doesn’t have any fight training. They just turn into arm breaks and sprains because the victim doesn’t know to stop resisting.
• A trained victim that knows exactly what aggressor is doing and is forced to roll with it or get broken
• A trained victim that lets their wrist be broken for a chance at escape
• A survivor that has been hurt so many times by their abuser that they know when it’s about to happen and they freeze up just in time
• An abuser that takes advantage of this to control the victim’s movements, until finally, all it takes is a touch in the right spot and the victim freezes.
• A victim that has been broken so many times in that wrist that it hurts when whumper touches it.

• The moment of impact when they’re blindsided by the whack to the head and they just wince
• The moment right after where their eyes go wide and then they slump as they lose consciousness
• The next second when their whole face screws up and they groan in pain

There’s something so vulnerable about when the manhandling exposes the character’s waist.

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Tummy

Content: slight nudity? Manhandling, beating, captivity, knocked out

• They’re getting shoved by a handful of their hoodie and it is riding up under their ribcage
• Getting thrown to their knees and falling on their elbows, shirt riding up on their back
• Grabbed by the shirt and slammed into a wall, facing their bully, hips and tummy exposed to the chilly air wafting around
• A kick beating that exposes the victim’s back and crack as the clothes are ripped this way and that
• Dragging the knocked-out captive, pulling down on their pants from the friction so they ride down under their hips
• Or even just forced to reveal a scar on their stomach. Having their shirt ripped up and looking away awkwardly while their captor makes a comment on how that should’ve killed them

Content: collar, slavery, humiliation, submissive to defiant whumpee, sadistic whumper

The humiliated downturn of their head when they’re threatened with that again.

No, I don’t want the collar.

“Or are you going to sit up straight like a good boy?”

I’ll sit up… like a good… whatever…

But they do sit up, and they lift their chin as they blink hard to keep from losing it. Again. It’s hard enough being a slave. It’s harder when their master decides to humiliate them on top of that.

“Are you sure you can behave when the guests arrive?”

You just want an excuse to put the collar on me again.

They speak through clenched teeth.

“I’m happy to serve however I can, master.”

“Even if it means wearing the collar?” Master grins.

They find their teeth grinding, their face going cold with rage.

“…No. Not that.” They dare to glare their master in the face, hardly able to control their anger.

Master’s eyes narrow with a cruel smile.

“Defiance. Too bad. Go and bring me your collar. It looks like you’re wearing it tonight.”