#mind fuckery whump

[auroragehenna]

„Caretaker doesn’t care about you. You‘re worthless.“ <<< „Caretaker doesn’t care about you, but I do.“

[nocturnalghoul]

Keep the Vibes Alive - Whump Month Day 1 "Are you okay?"

New ghoul only wants to be helpful and utilize his quintessence to help out a panicked sibling, but ends up pumping so much quintessence into the siblings mind that he almost melts their entire brain leaving them unresponsive until Aether swoops in to fix everything.

I said that whump month was gonna be a two month activity to me as a crawl through it and apparently I meant is as I post this 4 days late. Great start.

I have no clue why this is how this prompt turned out, but it was so...

Words: 1485

Rating: Teen?

Warnings: Mind control/ Mind Manipulation, listen new ghoul almost melts that dudes entire mind and while it turns out okay if you are at all sensitive to any sort of mind fuckery please skip this.

Read below the cut or on AO3 here

Astro hears a squeaky “You’re a quintessence ghoul correct?” and turns to see a shaky chihuahua of a sibling of sin quivering next to him. Their eyes seem unreasonably large with unshed tears and he is pretty sure a stiff wind could knock that remaining strength out of their trembling legs. 

“Are you okay dude?” is all he can think to say, having never been approached like this before. Typically he was more widely recognized for his earth side, his control of quintessence magic historically not the best. Sure he picked up rhythm guitar no problem, but the magic tended to be a weak point. 

This is Astro’s chance to prove he’s got what it takes from both aspects though. “How can I help you?” he finally tacks on awkwardly, laying a singular hand on the siblings shoulder. They start blabbering, asking if he knows where Aether is, and he feels himself sink a little. So they didn’t want him for his magic, only his proximity to Aether. 

“He’s really busy right now, but I am his protegee. Maybe I can help you?” Astro offers hopefully, allowing a singular spark of quintessence to sink into the siblings shoulder to calm them down. 

It seems to have the desired effect as they do take a deep breath and stop crying long enough to explain that normally Aether or one of the other quintessence ghouls help them whenever all the overwhelming anxiety and fear inside their mind becomes too much. 

“Well, lucky for you Aeth gave me lessons on how to help with that yesterday. Would you be willing to let me try and help ya?” he offers with as much confidence as he can muster. Technically Aethers exact words were “Do not try this without me, yes you have the concepts down but you aren’t ready to put them into practice kiddo” but that seemed like an overreaction in his mind. 

Aether was an amazing guitar teacher, but Astro thought he tended to baby him when it came to his quintessence magic. It had been getting stronger and while his control left something to be desired this was super simple stuff, or so he thought. 

He walked the sibling over to a more private room and texted Aether to meet him there whenever he could. While he felt relatively confident about the helping part, it still wouldn’t hurt to have Aether there to give some pointers about how to pull the magic back. That seemed to be the piece of all this he struggled with the most. He looked at the typing bubble appear and disappear a few times before Aether finally responded with a “be there in 10”.  

As soon as the sibling seemed comfy in the big chair they were curled up in, Astro pulled up a seat next to them and got to work, slowly letting thin tendrils of quintessence flow out of his fingers and into where he was stroking up and down the worried siblings arm. 

Their breathing seems to even out rapidly, a slight haze taking over as he keeps going. Astro digs into their mind, pushing past the almost overwhelming amount of negative emotions soaking their entire psyche like tar. The resistance keeps increasing which is worrying, but whenever they check in with the sibling, asking questions to make sure they are still present and responsive like Aether showed him, everything seems okay. Their overall vibe seems to have mellowed and they look happy.

With one final hard push of quintessence, he manages to crack through the thick gloom. Something feels off. There are splinters of that anxiety that seems to explode through the siblings mind, ricocheting and slicing the calming tendrils of quintessence. 

Astro inhales sharply and focuses all his effort on reconnecting the threads and making sure no loose magic goes into a part of the siblings psyche he isn’t supposed to be in. Faintly in the back of his brain he suddenly remembers Aether droning on and on about how important building a strong foundation of magic was. That you had to take your time and lay the road brick by brick for the quintessence to return back along. 

Astro checks his connections and realizes that they are about as strong as wet tissue paper. There are little globs of magic shredding off and littering the siblings entire psyche. 

He lets out a panicked “fuck, shit, where is Aether” under his breath and taps his phone to check the time. There is still another 5 minutes before the more experienced ghoul arrives, but he needs him here now. It’s okay, he thinks to himself. He can get a handle on this before Aether gets here. All he has to do is fix the connection. 

Astro sends large waves of quintessence through the magical tether in an attempt to strengthen up his shoddy internal construction work. As long as there's a strong connection Aether can probably play clean up of all the free floating magic he rationalizes. 

He doesn’t realize what is happening until the sibling slips forward, almost tumbling out of the chair before he catches them. One look at their eyes and it’s clear that they are no longer present. Astro attempts the check-in questions from earlier with no response, save the thin line of drool falling down the siblings chin. 

Panic truly starts to set in as Astro attempts to begin recalling any of his magic, and feels that same negative sludge from earlier. While he was checking on the sibling and not minding the connection it had pulled the tethers he just built deeper into their psyche, rooting his magic even deeper into their brain. It’s almost like the thick sludge was actively yanking on the connection, pulling his magic deeper.

Okay maybe he has no clue how to fix this, he finally admits to himself. New plan, try to keep his magic from sinking even further and hold out until Aether gets there. 

He tries not to let any of his own anxiety slip through the magical tether, knowing that it will only make everything so much worse than the clusterfuck it currently is. As long as he keeps his own mind calm and collected and focuses on a positive tranquil time, everything inside the siblings mind seems to stay in stasis. 

Astro attempts to recall every boring meditation Mountain had taught him. It briefly dawns on him that they were also an option to try and help the sibling, but focusing on the idea for too long sets off a twitch of magical movement inside the siblings psyche again and he stops. 

After what feels like years, Aether finally rounds the corner into the room, eyes landing on the pile of a person that was originally the sibling of sin. “What the fuck did you do Astro” he spits out, throwing down everything he was holding onto the remaining free chair. 

“I really don’t know Aeth, but every time I freak out it gets worse, so can we maybe save the berating for later” Astro practically sings, attempting to summon the last remaining crumbs of positivity inside of him. As mad as Aether looks, it is somewhat comforting to have his mentor there to help him. 

Aether crouches down, laying a hand on both of their knees while attempting to access the situation. Astro can almost feel the soft comfort of the older ghoul poking around gently, experimenting to figure out how to best fix this. 

“Alright, good news is it seems like you sent in too much magic too quickly, but still stayed rather surface level in their psyche so I can fix it.” Aether sighs heavily. 

“Bad news?” Astro prompts. 

“Bad news is this is going to take a while, you’ll be without quintessence magic for at least a week, and Mountain and I are gonna have a stern discussion with you later.” Aether grits out. “For now though I guess listen while I explain what I am doing and the myriad of ways you seem to have gone wrong.”

Astro sits in tense silence all the way up until Aether gets the sibling responsive again. Sluggishly they begin to answer to the sound of Aether’s voice, words clumsily falling out of their mouth taking firmer shape as time moves on. Finally the sibling seems back to their normal self, but Aether sets an appointment to meet up with them at the infirmary later that evening so that he can triple check no lasting damage was done. 

“Are you okay kiddo? I know that was scary, but luckily it's fine now” Aether reassures him, a kind smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as the siblings skips off like nothing happened.

“Uh yeah, sorry Aeth” Astro manages to spit out. Sure it turned out okay but it will be a while before he tries anything like this again.

[divine-hurt]

hello, and welcome to my whump blog! <3

i’m basil, 19 years old, and go by void/he/rot/it/any pronouns. this is a sideblog; i interact from @divine-construct, my main.

i’ve been writing since i was eleven, so it’s been eight years now, and angst has always been a favorite of mine. recently i’ve discovered whump for myself, so i made this sideblog to interact with the whump community.

fav whump things: non-human whumpees, medical whump, being kidnapped/being held hostage, collars, restraints, gags, mutilation, mind fuckery

squicks: none as of now!

tagging system:

divine reblogs. ` ⛓ — reblogs

divine creations. ` ⛓ — original posts

divine whump. ` ⛓ — original whump

divine asks. ` ⛓ — asks

thanks for reading, i hope you enjoy your stay! <3

[myhandisforced]

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CITRUS SCALE Tags

Appreciassion, Hot People (closer to being incidentally hot), pin it up (this picture was probably meant to be sexy)

Responding to the Pole (I wanted to have this be ''Cuntripetal Force'' so badly, but it stops being funny and starts being degrading when you apply it to an actual pole dancer instead of a comic book character, and I don't want to use two tags for the same thing)

Citrus Scale: Orange You Glad I Didn't Say NSF- Lime Giving You One Warning Our Prized Lemon Tag Hold on to your Livers (grapefruit. kinky. get it?) Surely You Zest (mention of)

Artistic Nudity

Innuendo/Tee Hee : not even worth the zest tag but still fit the idea. Hot Shit:

Hawkeye Initiative Devices and Gadgets Just Lookin' (Voyeurism) Lingerie/Panties Loving Oneself (jorkin' it) Matters of the Stomach Size Difference Tasty Twin Fantasy Powers Being Sexy

Binging Dramatic Specialty Media (fuck I need to replace that one)

''Captive Breeding'' Hit That (Leaving a Mark) Restraints (all wrapped up Dampened Senses Disassembly Hot Under the Collar Rope Artistry) Just Lookin' Specialized Clothing What a Predicament

Dynamic Kink Library (when the dynamic is the focus over the sex. also a pun) Devotion & Defense (hot protective or servile behavior)

Love and Horror Entwined Mad Science Mutual Self-Stimulation (selfcest) Some Black Mirror Shit (... some things are hard to describe) [Out On A Limb/ A Night to Dismember make sure all match the latter) Pocket Partner (extreme size difference) The Nature Of Your Being Has Been Changed (transformation)( Objectification Obj-Weapon or Tool) Training Weights Kink Whump Bait Your Brain Cannot Escape the Kink (catch all for mind-fuckery shit, Corruption Losing Yourself in a feeling)

A little bit freaky Cargoing At It Monster Fucker Robot Fucker Versatile Tendrils (tentacles in NSFW scenarios)

I'll be in my bunk (the cronyism of horniness - either hard to categorize or I like it better than other things of its type, or both)

Assumed Aftercare Assumed Time Skip (IE. it's fucking fiction you numbskulls, if it bothers you that much either change your perspective or filter the tag)

Clever Wordplay for sapient weapon Thing

[ethereousdelirious]

Can I request the full list of asks? or at least all the ones you feel like doing?

Sure!

Ask game here

🌟 - What illness symptom/torture tactic/snz trigger do you have the most fun portraying or reading?

Hmmm... I think delirium. Or maybe fainting. Or sudden agony. Anything that makes other characters in a scene go "Oh, fuck!"

👤 - Describe your current favorite character (including OCs)

I'm currently fixating on one of my OCs! I've reworked him a little bit so he has all of my favorite traits in a sickie: stoic, etiquette-conscious, and very shy about voicing his wants and needs. He's French of African descent, his neutral expression is veeeery pouty, and he wears his hair in locs. I'm still working on worldbuilding, so hobbies and ambitions will follow once I figure that out.

🖋 - What is your favorite media that you have made? (Illustrations, writing of any kind, WAVs, manips, etc).

OH DANG. I wasn't prepared for this question and I'm the idiot who wrote it 😝 I'm very fond of this appendicitis fic I wrote for one of my more obscure Pokémon blorbos! I don't remember what I titled it

💓 - What is your favorite thing about this community?

The diversity! I love how we have a few things in common and so much more not in common! For every person who loves stoic whumpees just as much as I do, there's another person who loves it when they whine and cry. And ofc everybody is so nice and respectful 🥰

🤩 - Is there any symptom/torture tactic/snz trigger that you haven’t portrayed or seen yet that you’d like to try?

Honestly just a BUNCH of whump tropes. Like. All the whump tropes actually. Also I'd eventually like to be brave enough to write REAL h0rny s3xy sneeze stuff for all my snzfvcker friends

📖 - Recommend some media that has a good i&i/whump/snz scene

The book I had in mind when I wrote this question was J.ohannes C.abal the N.ecromancer. It's not a lot or anything, but there is a scene where he catches a cold. It's more of a tease than anything, because it's almost immediately cured (due to pocket dimension fuckery), but sometimes a tease is almost as good as the real thing because it lets the imagination run wild *dreamy sigh*

🌡 - Giving your character a fever: yea or nay

YEA, I SAY! *banging my fancy dandy fashion cane on the table legs* YEA! YEA!

🐑 - What scenario are you currently thinking about before bed?

Beating the hell out of my aforementioned OC. He has a little bit of family trauma atm and I imagine he didn't even realize how upset he was feeling until he caught such a nasty fever that even his internal walls came down. And now he's mumbling half-coherently to his friends about how he misses his sister and collapsing every time he tries to sit up and they are so terribly worried about him 🥰

👃🏼 - What would you like to do with your blorbo’s nose? (Break it? Tickle it with a feather? Wipe it with tissues? The possibilities are endless!)

Alas, I'm currently in the mood to leave it alone. Maybe not quiiite break it? Just put a big cut and a bruise right on the bridge. Maybe from falling/fainting.

🖥 - What is the first website where you started engaging with i&i/whump/snz? (Or was it irl? A webring? Zines?)

I think it was either LiveJournal or else random fandom websites where people would post their old snz fic or host other people's snz fic.

🤧 - Do you prefer stoic characters or characters who complain?

My entire brand is breaking the stoic character! I want him bearing everything with dignity and a stiff upper lip until he shatters like glass

🆎️ - Have you ever made a scenario post that uses “A” and “B” as stand-ins for character names? Would you?

Just once, I think! They're not really my style, especially when they get extremely dialogue-heavy. But I do appreciate them!

[strangeandbeautiful217]

BBU: David and Mr Black

I think I could get seriously obsessed with a whumper like Black. I’m just saying...

CW: pet whump, dehumanisation, derogatory language, dubcon touching, dubcon kissing, reference to past violence, intimidation, mind fuckery, brainwashing, hints of conditioning through food. 

Tag list: @ashintheairlikesnow @whump-it @spiffythespook @moose-teeth @whatwasmyprevioususername

credit for original idea: @sweetwhumpandhellacomf first written by: @shameless-whumper

“Good morning, David.” Mr Black says and folds his newspaper in half. He watches as David comes down the stairs, his broad shoulders rigid and his long arms held down by his side as he pads softly over to the breakfast table. He stops a few paces away from Black, an open yet hesitant look on his face as his eyes skim over the food across the table. 

     Hello, he signs, ducking his head a little as his fingers twitch at his sides. The bruise on his jaw aches and the muscles in his back and thighs are screaming this morning, but he holds himself still as Black looks him up and down with a pleased half smile. The condo is still unfamiliar to him and the new routines are obscure but he waits in anticipation for Black to give him his next command. 

      Always wait for permission…

     Black’s grin widens until its a smirk and he uncrosses his legs and nods his chin at the chair next to him.

      “Sit.” He says, unfolding his newspaper again and goes back to reading. David obeys and sits down on the chair like he’s about to be ejected from it. His long blond hair hangs around his face, a little knotted from sleep, and he tucks it behind his ears. His breakfast is laid out for him. Black’s housekeeper, Mrs Martinez has yet to speak to David, but every morning his breakfast is waiting, and every lunch and dinner is the same. His clothes are always laundered and his room is always cleaned, and David can’t say anything anyway. Though he wants to be able to thank her. 

     “I’ll be back late tonight. Make sure you’re waiting.” Black says as he finishes with his paper and folds it away, draining the rest of his coffee as he eyes David over the rim. “And make sure your hair is tied back the next time you come to this table.” 

     David nods and looks down at his place setting. There is a large tray in front of him. Plain oatmeal, avocado and smoked salmon on toast, and a fruit bowl sit on it and suddenly David’s appetite abandons him. 

     Black stands. He’s tall and David looks up, his mottled green eyes weary as he watches Black’s hand come to rest against his face, a thumb ghosting his cheek. The sensation is wonderful. David’s eyes flutter, the gentle touch melting some of his tension as he leans into it, his lips parting as Black leans down and kisses him. 

     Relief tears through David, his apprehension forgotten and his posture sags a little into the chair, relaxing into the backrest as he lets Black tilt his chin up, straightening the line of his neck as he moans. The only noises he knows how to make. They’re soft and breathy and resonate deep in his throat, and for a moment he loses himself in the lightness of being kissed. He reaches a hand up, eager to respond to Black’s mouth and please him but the moment his fingers thread into Black’s short hair at the nape of his neck his hand is snatched up, fingers locking around his wrist as the hand that had cupped his cheek winds up into his hair and yanks hard, pitching David’s head at an awkward angle. 

     Black pulls away, watching with vague fascination at the surprise and pain and then fear that crawls over David’s face. Can feel the way David has gone tense and rigid, his brows furrowed and his teeth clenched in pain as the sharp sting of his hair pulls a hiss from him. 

     “Don’t ever touch me without my permission again. Understand?” He asks, voice low and steady as he watches David try to nod. To give some kind of affirmative that he’s heard. 

     A small groan and a jerk of his chin is all David can manage but it’s enough to satisfy Black. He lets go and backs away, leaving David trembling subtly in his chair as he stares at the table and waits. 

     Black disappears from his peripheral, but he can still hear him, gathering his things. Once he’s ready to leave, he comes back and lifts David’s chin with a firm hand. 

     “Remember, make sure you’re waiting. Now, eat your breakfast.” He lets go with a meaningful squeeze and watches for a few moments as David begins to eat. Its hurried and nervous, quick snatches of food off his plate as he stuffs what he can into his mouth and the corner of Black’s mouth slides into a sneer. 

     “You still eat like a pig. That’s something we’ll have to work on.” He says it almost as if it’s a side note to himself. He picks up a napkin and throws it at David and it lands on his tray. “Start by using one of those.” He turns and leaves and David carries on eating until he hears the door and then he stops, the food in his mouth turning cold and tough and he can’t swallow it. The food already in his stomach is hard like a stone and he can’t get his hands to stop shaking. 

     He doesn’t know what he expected to find once he came out of that box over a week ago, but somehow this hadn’t been it. He desperately wants to please, to be told he’s good and to be touched gently. He knows that’s his purpose. To be as useful and as obedient as he can be. He needs Black’s touch but he never expected it to hurt so much. To need so much retraining so soon. There are a lot of things about the factory settings that Black doesn’t like. He’d said correction had been necessary. All David knows is he just needs a chance to prove himself. To be good. To be perfect. He isn’t afraid of the pain. Not really. He fears rejection. He fears not fulfilling his purpose. Of failing. He fears Black won’t love him and will send him away and it’s the worst thing he can think of. 

     Mrs Martinez clatters in the kitchen as she tidies away the breakfast things. David shakes himself out of his daze and forces himself to eat. Pushes down the nausea and anxiety until everything is gone. Gingerly, he picks up the napkin and folds the soft cloth through his fingers before he wipes at his mouth and then folds it on top of the tray. 

[bullagit]

standard edition captured and wounded/tortured stede whump fic but it remembers his pain tolerance, there’s just this whole like

hes off screen getting hurt, you got the screaming you got the shouting, ed spends the entire time in the brig or w/e losing his entire mind about it. and they dump stede back in there and he’s on the floor and ed is having a whole fucking crisis trying to provide some comfort and pet his hair and wake him up 

and then after thirty seconds stede just cracks an eye open and goes “im so sorry ed i didn’t have time to give u a secret improv fuckery signal, that must have been awful for u. although honestly i think i oversold that fifth plea for mercy, they really weren’t giving me anything to work with creatively :/” 

and yeah he is for real hurt and needs tlc recovery time and maybe lets himself have a lil cathartic cry as a treat once they are safe and alone again bc there’s a fine line to tread between using pain for comedy and pain tolerance as nature vs something he had to learn, and his sort of horribly casual way of rolling w pain and damage to himself once it’s been done and all that 

but i do think that “well i didnt care for that and it ruined this shirt which is a real bummer” energy needs more rep in fanworks

[featherlouise]

So, does Hollow just die in that AU where Radiance took control of them? Or is there even a scrap of a good ending there?

Hi anon!! Istg I did not mean to wait this long to answer holy shit it’s been nearly 2 weeks I am SO sorry

But okok originally, I just wanted to redraw the “Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan” painting with my gijinkas, so YES Hollow was originally supposed to just. Die. In this au.

BUT since I’m a sucker for pre-sealing AUs where Hollow gets the chance to forge real relationships with the people around them, ig it’s my turn to do it now lol

SO!! Idk how canon this is, but I headcannon that, while the infection reduces people to their base instincts generally, the Radiance can choose to individually control certain bugs, so when she realises that the so called “Pure Vessel” isn’t hollow, she realises she has the perfect opportunity to take out the Pale King in a way that he’d never see coming, mostly bc of how deep in denial he is that Hollow is hollow, and bc he’s so confident that he’s safe within the palace walls; he’d be caught completely off guard.

So, long story short, Radi infects Hollow instead of Xero (ik he’s not a knight but the caption sounded more dramatic that way) and tries to assassinate the king. In a last ditch attempt to stop attacking their father, Hollow momentarily wrestles back control and stabs themself instead, which further confirms the fact to PK that his child has a will of their own.

Like. When Hollow stumbles in, dishevelled, hair out of place, their armour nowhere to be seen, he genuinely assumes that they’ve finished their tasks for the day and have been ordered into his study. When he realises they’re infected, his initial thought isn’t that they’re alive, but that he was wrong in his assumption that you need to have a mind to become infected, and he’s essentially given Radi an empty puppet to play with. It’s only when Hollow takes the initiative to fight back against Radi that it clicks for him.

So! I’m open to suggestions about how or why this happens bc I’ve not figured it out yet (maybe Radi figures Hollow’s a lost cause and there’s no point wasting more energy on keeping them under her control is they’re dying anyway??? Maybe some void fuckery happens??) the point is, as PK takes Hollow into his arms for perhaps the first time in their life, the heat of the infection leaves their eyes, and PK manages to heal them enough that he can call for help without worrying that they’re going to bleed out in his arms immediately.

In the palace gardens, where Hornet is having a tea party with Herrah and the White Lady, PK’s cry for help is heard and Hollow is taken into a room where they can rest and heal (in the same wing of the palace as pk and wl’s room bc holy fucking shit we’ve been treating our child like an object their whole life they don’t even have a proper bedroom wtf is wrong with us).

That’s honestly as far as I’ve gotten with anything regarding a plot,

Again, I’m really sorry for the wait I swear I didn’t forget lmao and I hope this was worth it?? Did I even answer your question or did I just ramble for however many words

TL;DR: Hollow does survive!! There’s just a lot of whump before, during and after!!

[whumpyourdamnpears]

What are YOUR fave and least fave whump tropes???? 🤔🤔🤔

I used to have a bio with this in it, and then I took it down 😂😭

my all-time favorites are defiant whumpees (my beloveds), mind-fuckery (drug whump, hypnosis, sickfics, you name it, I want it), comedy aspects in the writing, and intimate whumpers, but not just in a romantic-sexual manner. like, whumpers who feel attached to their whumpees in some sort of way and that they’re not just disposable

my least favorites have got to be eye and finger nail whump (makes me queasy), unhappy endings, and whump fiction where the entire thing is just bad thing after bad thing, not even a glimmer of reprieve or light-heartedness (it makes the whump less impactful for me and it’s just too heavy for me personally). I guess those last two connect in some ways, but also not

[of-void-and-stars]

Wheel of Time and Cosmere fanworks auctions in Fandom Trumps Hate

Here’s an overview of the offerings in the Wheel of Time (both books an tv show) and Cosmere fandoms for @fandomtrumpshate this year. Not familiar with Fandom Trumps Hate? In short it’s a yearly fanworks auction of which the proceeds go to charities supporting progressive causes. For the long version click below

Link to Fandom Trumps Hate - FAQ

Bidding is open and runs till March 5th at 8PM EST!

Wheel of Time - Fanfic

WoT Fanfic #1

Name auctioneer: Emjen Enla (link to auction), tumblr: @emjenwrites

Highest rating: M (Mature)

Length/scope: Less than 5k words

Minimum bid: $10

Current high bid: $20

Books or show: Book canon only

Especially interested in:

Characters: Moiraine, Galad, Egwene, Cadsuane, Aes Sedai in general, Logain, Lan, Rand if you're asking to whump him

Ships: Moiraine & Lan, Galad/Bornhald, Siuan/Leane

Other: positive portrayals of the Aes Sedai, Rand's unhealing side wound, the taint on saidin

WoT Fanfic #2

Name auctioneer: Roccolinde/Fire_Sign (link to auction), tumblr: @firesign23

Highest rating: E (Explicit)

Length/scope: Less than 5k words

Minimum bid: $5

Current high bid: $100

Books or show: TV canon only

Especially interested in:

Characters/ships: Anything centred around Lan, Nynaeve, and/or Moiraine, platonic or romantic or pre-romantic.

Other: Power/Battle couple dynamics and competence kink, exes/second chances/second loves, prickly characters being vulnerable, female characters finding common ground, snark and banter, character-driven stories/smut, hurt/comfort, narrative gender fuckery of all types, shifting power dynamics where they are both aware. Tenderness, vulnerability, and the mortifying idea of being known. I adore complicated and nuanced takes on the character's relationship with gender and identity, and lines getting blurred there.

Wheel of Time - Fanart

WoT Fanart #1

Name auctioneer: milesofheart (link to auction), tumblr: @miles-of-heart

Subtype: Drawing/painting/etc.

Highest rating: M (Mature)

Length/scope: A digital oil painting recreating a famous painting, but with blorbos from my shows

Minimum bid: $20

Current high bid: $20

Books or show: Unspecified (presumably both)

Especially interested in:

Ships: I prefer to stick to canon pairings & relationships.

Other: Most interested in paintings that tell some kind of story, or there are strong vibes between the chosen characters and the themes in the original masterpiece. Color palette and postures also need to vibe for it to work. My experience is mostly with American and European painting styles, but I'm open to considering others.

WoT Fanart #2

Name auctioneer: MxCaptain (link to auction), tumblr: this is me, hello, you’re here!

Subtype: Pixel art

Highest rating: T (Teen)

Length/scope: Pixel art of up to three characters (dependent on complexity - ie I'll do one detailed/complex character or up to three simple ones) of your choice, with a simple background (think solid colour, repeating pattern, gradient, simplistic landscape) I will do one character sprite + a simple background for the minimum bid of $10, additional characters (up to two extra) for a minimum of $5 each. <- The strike through part is actually an old thing that I failed to delete before the auction went live! Feel free to reach out with what you have in mind, I am quite flexible.

Minimum bid: $10

Current high bid: $20

Books or show: Both!

Especially interested in:

Egwene! But again hit me up with other stuff as well :D

Cosmere - Fanfic

Cosmere Fanfic #1

Name auctioneer: Ternary (link to auction), tumblr: @ternaryflower53

Highest rating: M (Mature)

Length/scope: Less than 5k words

Minimum bid: $5

Current high bid: $20

Especially interested in:

I love exploring trans identity and aspec identity through fic (and I am okay with this including external sources of queerphobia). I'm a huge sucker for hurt/comfort and found family feels. I'd love an excuse to play with non-standard omegaverse, which has been on my list of things to write forever.

[whumpywhumper]

Hoooooo dayum

Celebrating

Trope: Empty Shell Fandom: Original Work

[Masterlist]

[blue for requested, red for completed]

Timeline: set after Quiet Evening

Requested by @ihaventwritteninsolong​.

cw: slavery whump, creepy/intimate whumper, forced relationship, food, alcohol, noncon touching, hopelessness.

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He dresses almost normally now.

The sweatpants are gone - like he’s not a plaything anymore, like his clothes are no longer chosen primarily with functionality in mind. Instead he’s being given denim, or fabric pants, so normal, so close to what he’d wear back on Earth together with the solid color t-shirts. The only thing out of place is the complete lack of pockets.

He shouldn’t carry anything around, he doesn’t need to - he doesn’t own anything, after all.

So his clothes are casual. Normal. He looks in the mirror and sees a normal guy in normal clothes, standing in a normal bathroom or a normal bedroom, and he bites down on his lower lip and looks away, reminding himself about all that’s far from normal.

But no matter how close to normalcy his life has been brought, he never thought he’d be given formal clothes again, a perfectly ironed white shirt and black dress pants.

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[foofsterwolf]

Hazing FBI academy story. Lgbt hate crime. Stiles saves the bad guy, bad guy frame stiles. s6 scalia fix-it (im soooooo crazy for them!!!). The education of mieczslaw stilinski. witch stiles. Stilinski twins au

please, please, im so curious 🥺🥺🥺

Oooh, okay. This is gonna take me a hot minute since I’m currently watching The Last of Us.

Okay, FBI Hazing: I just have the whump tropes for the bad things happen bingo but tropes for it are (Non-Consensual Body Modification: Feud/Rivalry: Attacked in their Sleep: Blindfolded: Tears of Fear: Hazing: Locked Up and Left Behind:) so the idea is, Stiles gets woken up by him being kidnapped out of his place by people who aren’t his biggest fans, branded, then left behind to be found or to break himself out.

this one is written and not edited. I think I wrote it all but it’s been a while since I checked. LGBT Hate Crime: A couple teens from a rival Lacrosse team spotted Stiles (they are pretty much all about Stiles.) leaving a gay bar. After Stiles’ team won. They attacked him, then recorded a video of him forcing him to put himself. Posting it to the whole school. Stiles gets rescued by Scott. And it also follows him up to and after his court case. I’ll insert a snippet now. :)

<“You are going to tell the camera where we found you, and why you were there. Or we go back to beating that face of yours in, okay?” Stiles lets out a small yes through gritted teeth. He wants this to be over with sooner rather than later. He’d do just about anything they’d ask of him right now. He feels weak and pathetic. He just wants his dad. The man turns on the camera, the bright light of the flash blinds Stiles in the dark.

“Is was-“ Stiles pauses for a moment to wheeze from the pain. “I was at a gay bar, I was there with my friends. I just wanted to spend time with my friends.” Stiles chokes out. The man kicks at Stiles' leg. Behind the bright light, the three mens expressions are indiscernible.

“We are restarting. Tell them about your little boyfriend. I saw you kissing him goodbye. Tell the truth or we’ll show you real pain.” The short man commands.>

Stiles Saves the Bad Guy. This one is another bad things happen bingo where I only have the prompts written dow. They are (No Good Deed Goes Unpunished: Stiles lets a bad guy live. Bad guy runs to the cops and accuses Stiles of murder. Wrongfully Arrested: Stiles gets arrested. Framed: the bad guy plants evidence at Stiles’ place before the cops get there to investigate. Leaving Stiles panicking in the interrogation room. After that, make the POV Scott trying to get Stiles out of prison.)

Scalia fix-it: this one I actually thought of because of that list of ways to say I love you. I didn’t write down what exactly I was thinking. But I can surmise it was something along the lines of (“Stiles wasn’t necessarily okay with Scott dating Malia. But he still approves of Scott dating Malia. They have a conversation about Scott dating Malia. Stiles hears about how much Scott likes her and he encourages Scott to ask Malia out.”) I included the love prompts ("you are all I can think about." "can't fathom the idea of my life without you in it." "you deserve to know." "it's you. it's always been you.") I think it was meant to be an unrequited love Sciles with requited Scalia.

The education of Mieczsław Stilinski. This is a reimagining of the movie Flashback that I had while watching it. Wondering what about if Stiles was pacified in his mind by the Nogitsune by sending him into a dream like acid trip of him skipping around from false memories to false memories. What I have written down is this (Stiles is possessed by the Nogitsune, this is what he sees. Cue Flashback level fuckery and confusion with constant back and forth between multiple stories. To the point that Stiles starts to catch on that there is something wrong with his current reality. Stiles is an adult with a kid that he has partial custody of. Stiles is a little kid while his father is sick. Stiles is a teen with a very much alive mother. Stiles slowly loses custody of his kid due to horrible blackouts he keeps having where he loses time. Stiles’ father dies leaving Stiles alone with a neglectful mother. Stiles slowly succumbs to peer pressure to start breaking the law.)

Witch Stiles: I mostly am in a heavy research stage of plants for this. But it’s a Sciles AU where Stiles grew up completely separate from Beacon Hills. Frees up surrounded by witchcraft. Is morally grey. Marries someone (possibly into a Romani family until they kick him out for being too much of an ass) and then when he is divorced and running a witchcraft store. Deaton suggests Stiles as someone who can help them defeat an evil witch. Looking to him for guidance. Scott shows up at Stiles’ place asking for help.

And lastly. Stilinski!Twins AU: I’ll just post it with a screenshot of the plot I have written down.

[stardustedknuckles]

*thunks head quietly against the desk* you know, instead of worrying about which scenario to pick for the whump fic epilogue, I guess I could make it chaptered into two or three max. I don’t think there are many who would mind getting a little extra of the extra to that fic, and gods know I wouldn’t mind giving myself the space to cover both or all three of the ideas I have for the time during and after Beau’s post-god fuckery recovery.

I could even append it to the whump fic itself instead of making it a separate thing. Idk why it took me months to come to this conclusion but I’m here now.

(If you’re new and into beauyasha, I’m referring to a fic I spent 14 months and 50k writing, canon divergent, in which I beat the ever-loving hell out of Beau post-rumblecusp for the express purpose of the Nein and Yasha putting her back together again. One of the things I’m proudest of creating in general, not just fics. There’s hurt/comfort, and then there’s whump.)

[wajjs]

Wip Snippets

tagged by @irolltwenties thank u i love u

Prole Divina - chapter 3 (final)

 Think of home, Jason had said, face young and still so much older than what it had been like when they were all together. Such a memory, the one of their unity, belongs to even more prehistoric pasts. Time never stops running, Fates never stop dancing, both old crones and youthful ladies that live in the same moment, in the same places: the face that stares twice with double visage, the tellers of their stories, the makers of the interwoven life yarns.

  Think of home.

  But such a thought will not work this time, when all that Damian sees in his mind’s eyes is a farm, a stable, a hearth that’s always lit, the fields extending behind the house. Truly, even back then Jason had given him the wrong directions, when home is ever changing and ever growing, when home is what it is made to be, and not what people claim it should be.

Something something Jason - ??

 Fist shatters bone and all he thinks is this too is our legacy.

 He doesn't think of retaliating.

 There are castles in the sky falling, and here, among humans, he's far from being an angel cast out from heaven. And yet his blood forms a broken halo around his head when he hits the roof, when he can't stay standing.

 This is not divine punishment. There is nothing holy between them. These are not sacred grounds.

 And still a savior comes, to make sure his grave isn't made to be fresh once more.

Your secret is safe with me, - fem!Hal/genderbend

So whenever she's ever wanted, needed, anything, she's fought for it tooth and nail. Fair and square sometimes, most of the time not, because why give someone in power a greater advantage over you when they already have everything made to fit them.

She cuts her hair so it never goes past her shoulders when she's just a little kid. She switches dresses for overalls, sandals for beat up sneakers, looks at herself in the mirror and laughs with her whole body, unashamed, unafraid of being loud and confident and utterly herself. Dad loves this about her. Picks her up, puts her on his shoulders, parades her around as he says she's the light of his life.

Sarcastic Mr. Know-It-All - time fuckery happens, Hal is a different brand of fucked up here

And then, he fell.

 There really wasn’t much to see or feel or think after that. He couldn’t even see the glow of his ring or feel the warmth of the green protective shield all around him. Like this, he thought: huh. Guess I’m dying. No fanfare to it, no regret. He always knew his day would come sooner rather than later. Ever since he got on a plane for the first time, he made his peace with it.

 But that’s not his last thought, no. That one is: at least take me home.

there’s a light and it never goes out - whump Hal, limb loss

 Hal can barely keep his eyes open. He does not know how he’s doing it. He doesn’t—he doesn’t want to keep looking, but at the same time he must, he must because this is scaring him shitless and if there is one thing he knows, no matter what, is that he must always fight those stupid, pesky fears. Look at what happened the times he failed to keep them in check. He can’t. He can’t.

 Kilowog’s hands are so fucking big, pining him in place against that massive chest, holding him down to stop him from squirming. Maybe it’d be best if the giant was the one holding the fucking sharp object to his. His. His—But hey, they can’t really risk having lava and stuff falling onto his head now, can they?

 (Without the ring, fuck, without the ring Volk’s signature heat is nearly intolerable.)

 And yet under those hands Hal’s chest keeps heaving. He can’t take in enough air, he really can’t, with each gasp it’s like a thousand more are escaping him. But god damn it, god damn it, he’s gonna survive this. He’s gonna.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaand I’m tagging @setsailslash @primeemeraldheiress @puppetmaster55 @kiseiakhun @wellthatjusthappend @firefright & anyone else who sees this and wants to join in on the fun!

[natsora]

Splintered Minds Hype Post

Looking for a tension filled story featuring an aromantic main character? Do you enjoy a mystery and suspense that leaves you guessing at every turn? What about the mind fuckery of an unreliable narrator? If whump, angst, action and thriller checks all your boxes, I have the story for you. 

Presenting Splintered Minds, a Mass Effect Andromeda fanfic featuring Sara Ryder. Watch as she wrestles with her demons and tries her best to get her job done. Thwarted at every turn, she falls and falls only to stand again, but is this one time too many? 

Featuring amazing chapter covers illustrated by @seokanori​​, the brainchild of Seo and Natsora. Seo providing the character and the story idea while @natsora​​ (me) fills in the plot. 

Splintered Minds is a 39 chapters, 155k story, completely drafted and edited. It is posted on AO3. It is updated every 3rd Saturday. (Update schedule is a little complicated, suffice to say, you’d get at least one chapter a month.) It features: 

Dual POV of Sara Ryder and Harry Carlyle

Post-game storyline

A recovery arc for those who has gone through so much trauma

Sounds like your kind of story? Read Splintered Minds on AO3

Don’t just take my word for it. Here are some comments: 

This was an awesome read! I cannot wait for the next installment! :D

All this tension between Ryder and Cora. Nice work with that! It looks like there's even more tension now that it seems there is something between Cora and Scott.

Oh my!!!! Squealed loudly at this! First of all: i love the Sara/SAM relationship, and how she’s reacting at him telling on her! Second: I love love love the impending fight between Harry and Sara. One of these days when exams are finished I will leave a longer comment, but I love love love where this is going!

Slamming the kudos button! I was so happy to see this update, and my oh my! Their relationship is tense! 

Telling ANY Ryder to keep out of trouble is like telling a pig not to play in the mud :P

Ryder... Oblivion, really? :/ And the blanks are getting scaaaryyyyy!

There is sticky situations, and then there is this. Holy F. Ryder is in deep shit omg! 😱😱😱😱😱

This is literally the first chapter I've read of this fic and it sucked me in so hard I can't believe it. It's got so many of my favorite things: post-game aftermaths! Investigation! Mystery! Exploring Ryder's traumas instead of stuffing it into a stasis locker! I am hooked.

I can't wait to read the next chapter, I have a feeling it's going to be good

OH GOD THAT CLIFF HANGER!

An aromatic character is something I thought I'd never see and honestly I'm in love with her because I can relate with it.

Read Splintered Minds on AO3

[yenfics]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon Additional Tags: Torture, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Jaskier | Dandelion Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Mind Games, Magical Fuckery, Ambiguous/Open Ending Summary:

Jaskier gets kidnapped and tortured. Geralt comes to rescue him.

Except it's not quite that simple.