#mind fuckery whump

[auroragehenna]

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

[whump-queen]

Whumper won’t tell whumpee why they’re getting punished.

They have to keep frantically guessing, knowing that they’ll be hit with every wrong answer.

"Still haven’t figured it out yet?”

“You’re even dumber than you look.”

Sliding the bloody crop up their jaw, smearing red.

“Now lick it clean.”

[fanby-fckry]

Ok, so the context of where I saw this doesn’t matter:

But for a second I legitimately forgot that most people do not seek out gore of their comfort characters.

While I prefer the terms blorbo and catharsis character to comfort character, I would still classify many of my special guys as comfort characters. And my comfort can absolutely come from seeing them in horrific situations. <3

I am genuinely thrilled when I see gore of my comfort characters. Hurt/comfort: their hurt is my comfort. I’m practicing second hand sadomasochism via fictional characters.

I want them bound, burned, and bloody. Incapacitated, inconsolable, in pain. Sobbing, shivering, shaking. Dismembered, dissociated, destroyed.

I’m either going to be kicking my feet and giggling, weeping uncontrollably, or jerking off.

[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!!

[kaesaaurelia]

Whumptober 2023 masterlist

I wrote 5 Good Omens fics this October, although one of them went off the rails and is still a work in progress. All have at least background Aziraphale/Crowley but two are more Muriel-centered and feature friendly(ish) Muriel and Crowley interactions.

Specific content notes are on specific stories. These stories range from Teen to Explicit in AO3 rating.

@whumptober @whumptober-archive (and thank you for running the event!)

The Adventure of the Sad Wet Snake [AO3] complete, 13,069 words Crowley sickfic & Muriel casefic content notes: severe respiratory distress, blood, discussion of stalking and emotional abuse, attempted murder, toxic work environments 01. tiny lung knives 02. human things and demon things 10. maybe it will never stop 13. sad wet snake 14. petrichor, ozone, and copper 19. sphinx of black quartz 20. an appointment with the supreme archangel

and my father's hands were shaking with the beauty of the word [AO3] complete, 4,962 words Muriel backstory whump content notes: memory fuckery, attempted child murder 03. better to ask for permission than to expect forgiveness 12. all the best angels are bad angels 28. trembling with the beauty of the word

the one with the brain cell [AO3] complete, 8,297 words mindwiped angel Crowley & Aziraphale angst content notes: some sexual content, slavery/mind control, memory fuckery, discussion around dubiously consensual sexual acts, suicidal ideation 04. roads to hell 07. questions 17. affection 21. honesty 24. whatever you like 31. your turn with the brain cell

better to eat cakes and read in a Soho bookshop than to reign in Hell [AO3] WIP, 24,158 words BAMF!Aziraphale whump -> Aziraphale/Crowley hurt/comfort content notes: explicit sexual content, past Crowley/Lucifer, bug-related body horror, feeding kink, involuntary transformation, sex pollen, xeno, extreme size difference 05. extremely stabbed 08. pop quiz! 15. archival conditions 16. better to reign in a soho bookshop 23. god forbid demons do anything 26. cut off from god 27. a terrible way to run a universe! 29. off-model

Self-Control [AO3] complete, 6,957 words Aziraphale/Crowley, torture & mutual noncon content notes: sexually explicit content, violence, torture, rape 06. by hurting him more 09. popcorn 11. a significantly better aziraphale! 12. appetites 22. indulgence and restraint 25. a choice between wrath and love 30. cut and run

[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.

[whumpyourdamnpears]

Favorite general whump trope?

hmmm, I think I’m gonna have to go with mind fuckery for this one? mind control, hypnosis, certain kinds of whump that mess with the mind, i.e. drug whump and delirium, etc. these have always been my bread and butter, to a concerning degree

[guinevere01]

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.

[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

[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.

[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!

[ao3feed-the100]

Meridian

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/gmSiDrf

by Val_Creative

Containing Madi for her own safety, as well as everyone else's, Clarke discovers Lexa has been fighting to save Madi.

Words: 900, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 12 of Oops! All Femslash February 2023

Fandoms: The 100 (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100), Madi (The 100), Sheidheda (The 100), The 100 (TV) Character(s)

Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Clarke Griffin & Madi, Lexa & Madi (The 100)

Additional Tags: Season/Series 06, Tragic Romance, Past Character Death, Family Feels, Whump, Mind Control, Angst, Protective Clarke Griffin, Parents Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Madi is Clarke Griffin and Lexa's Child, Sad Clarke Griffin, Worried Clarke Griffin, Soft Clarke Griffin, Commander Lexa (The 100), Protective Lexa (The 100), Dead Lexa (The 100), Angry Lexa (The 100), Femslash, Femslash February, Femslash February 2023, Febuwhump, Febuwhump 2023, Femslash Fuckery, Femslash Fuckery 2023

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/gmSiDrf

[dont-be-gentle-please]

Whump prompt 7

Whumpee with unhealthy copying mechanisms and/or addictions being captured by Whumper, who, as part of their plan to mess with Whumpee's mind, "help" them overcome said addictions or use other copying mechanisms.

When Whumpee is saved, despite having suffered alongside Whumper, they aren't sure if they were that evil. If is hadn't been for Whumper, they would in some dark alley or harming themselves on purpose.

How can someone better so "bad" and "evil", like their friends keep calling Whumper, if they had helped Whumpee. None of their friends had even noticed the marks on their arms or the countless night they spent in the wrong places.

[razzle-zazzle]

what if zach starts taking some of chris’s real limbs off in All in One? sort of dismembering him.

Because he’d replace them with something even better. To help improve his design so to speak.

Bonus points if he gives the chopped off limbs to Gourmand, or basically he has Gourmand do the job for him so Zach can come in after Gourmands work to work on top of it.

As juicy as this idea is, Zach never goes any further than modifying the suit, in vein with how his canon roboticizations in the show are pretty much just fancy mind-controlling outfits that can be removed, because it's a kids show.

But I'm gonna take a quick trip to headcanon city and say the easy removability is part of the design; if the animal inside is injured or dies, it can easily be swapped out for another one without scrapping the metal and wiring. And I imagine doing maintenance on just the mechanical bit alone is easier when there isn't a varmint in it.

So Zach modifies and uses the suit much like that; as a removable piece that can be easily taken off for maintenance and repair. Sure, the animal component for the modified CPSuit (Chris) would be a little harder to replace should something go wrong, but that just means giving his Zachbots small extra tasks to keep Chris alive, which isn't all that costly!

So Zach has his fancy All-in-One bot that can cover a wide variety of functions and uses, and all it takes to maintain it is keeping the living component alive and keeping the suit in good condition!

[redstainedsocks]

Speaking Out of Turn

Warnings: Dehumanisation, punishments/torture, abuse, descriptions of pain, victim blaming and general mind fuckery/fucked up inner thoughts

Set in the Box Boy Universe, at a privately owned pet store, where Kit is the pet store pet.

Word count: 1.8k

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With one thing and another it had been a trying day. Kit felt run off his feet. One current pet was stubborn as anything and wouldn’t do a thing unless pushed right up to the point of requiring a behaviour correction. Emile’s job to administer, but Kit’s job to avoid them getting to that point. The kid was relentless, dug his heels in at every request, scowled at customers. Kit didn’t know how he’d ever be sold.

And a customer had come in with a pet that was so nervous they hardly functioned. Kit had tried to offer comfort, the soft place toward the back of the shop with water and a fan where pets could rest or be left in their care while Owners ran errands but the pet had refused to go with him. The Owner had snapped and slapped the pet right there on the shop floor and kicked them until they scurried after Kit on all fours. It had startled him, to see frustration turned to anger and rained down on the pet. His head had been half lost in thoughts ever since.

So when Emile called for him as he tried to clean up the pet care area, his name twice— clipped and impatient by the second time— he growled back “In a minute!” Without even thinking.

Realising what he’d done he walked slowly around the side of comforting cubby with his hands clasped over his mouth. Emile’s round face was smattered with red blotches, his mouth a thin line.

“Get back there. Bathroom. Now.” It was barked at him and he didn’t hesitate to comply.

Speaking back was on his list of not allowed behaviours, it fell under general disobedience, questioning the owner. Being a brat. He waited anxiously for his Master to arrive with whatever instrument he was to be corrected with. A muzzle, perhaps? That he wanted Kit to see in the mirror over the sink? Something to make sure he couldn’t talk at all for the rest of the day, surely. As often as possible Emile preferred the punishments to leave no marks, at least nothing visible above the hemlines of Kit’s clothes. But owning the store meant he had access to almost any form of correctional instrument he could dream up.

When he slammed the door of the bathroom shut with only something tiny cupped in his palm Kit sank to his knees instinctively.

“I’m sorry.”

“You will be. Look up at me. Tell me what you did wrong.”

He gulped. He could get himself into worse trouble if he didn’t say it right. “I ran my mouth and didn’t think carefully about my words. I spoke when I didn’t need to, and it wasn’t respectful.” It had just been normal, a response without thought, but that wasn’t allowed.

“Anything else?”

“I… you have the… you’re in charge and I have to trust your authority and... and judgement. And...I was a bad example, to the others.” he finished in a whisper as he dropped his eyes to the floor.

“Why do you have to be good, Kit?”

He blanched, not knowing how to answer that. “Because you say so?” He ventured, looking up nervously.

“Because it’s the right thing to do, it’s what all well behaved pets do. And you want to be the best pet ever, right? So you can stay here and help me? Lots of pets don’t have it this good, and you want to appreciate it, and not throw it back in my face don’t you?”

He nodded. It was something Emile reminded him of a lot. How good he had it, how gentle his life was. It didn’t feel gentle on days like this when he was worked to the bone.

“Then I’ll help you be good.” He looked up to find three wooden clothespins held between Emile’s fingers. “Open your mouth, stick out your tongue.”

He whined, a short gasping inhale and clenched his hands into fists. Shame flushed his skin deep red. Being brought to heel by such simple instruments made his small outburst seem even more pathetic. It wasn’t worth this, it wasn’t worth the reminder that he would endure anything Emile did to him because there was always worse he could do, and Kit never wanted to push hard enough to require a firmer hand. He wanted to be good, so he could be ignored, and left alone, and not hurt. And so Emile might tell him he was worth keeping around. He wanted to be good so he could feel something good.

So he complied, lips trembling. Emile grasped his tongue between thumb and forefinger and squeezed the first peg until it snapped closed on the tender muscle. He moaned quietly at the back of his throat. Swallowed it down and went cross eyed to follow the second peg toward his mouth. The ache in his tongue was instant, deep, and radiated outward.

“I think you can take a third, can’t you?”

He nodded, unable to reply, and Emile squeezed the last peg onto the trembling appendage beside the others. With his tongue released Emile put a hand in his hair to hold him still. And watched.

Kit breathed in short gasps. Eyes flicking between Emile’s and then away again. He could bring his tongue further into his mouth, to relax a little, to try and ease some ache, but then his jaw tried to close and his teeth knocked on the wood and made them all dig in and it hurt.

He whined, and stuck his tongue out again, panting open mouthed.

“A good little lesson this, in holding your tongue,” Emile hissed. And then he smiled and pressed on Kit’s shoulders until he backed into the corner, blindly, and settled onto the cold linoleum. “Do not take them off, do not touch them, you can make as much noise as you like, but stay here until I come back for you. Understand the rules?”

He nodded, made a strange open mouthed agreement and whined through his nose as Emile released him. His jaw ached already. His tongue felt like it would bruise. Could that happen, was that possible? Emile stroked his face, smoothed fingers over muscles straining to keep position. With one decisive nod Emile turned away and the door was locked and bolted, leaving him in silence, except for his own small huffs of breath.

The ache grew as minutes passed. His hands fluttered, wanting to remove the source of the pain. He groaned lowly, thumped his fists on the floor. The obedience, to submit to his own pain even when it would be so easy to stop, was part of the lesson. Part of the correction. If he was found with the pegs removed whatever would result from that would be worse than this. And then, probably, he’d have to endure this a second time anyway to show he’d learned the lesson.

The muscles in his jaw twitched, wanting to shut. He thought about shoving a thumb between his teeth to help keep his mouth open but worried what Emile would think if he was found with a hand near his mouth; so he didn’t.

Everything from his eyes down felt tender. Three bright spots on his tongue that pulsed in time with his heartbeat, they spread and spread, blurred into one and got bigger until it felt like every part of the appendage throbbed. Every muscle strained to keep his mouth parted, but it couldn’t last.

His teeth clacked closed on the pegs time and again and he grunted every time. Once, when he couldn’t force his jaw back open for a long span of panicked breaths while his own teeth were a vice worsening the pain, tears welled up and rolled slowly down his cheeks. The pain was so bright, so big, it was all he could think of. It lived just below his perception of himself, right under his eyeline, it narrowed the entire world down to just that moment, until that was all there was.

And it didn’t end. Emile didn’t come back. The sun slid lower; he watched with dismay as its light passed over the tiles on the walls. Evening set in, the room dimmed, and he slumped. Maybe if it got cold enough he wouldn’t feel anything, not even the hurt.

By the time the door opened he was sitting on his hands to stop them grabbing the instruments of torture from his tongue. He looked up with a whine and fresh tears fell. He begged, his throat working to make wordless sounds. He wasn’t sure if they were fuck you, fuck you, how could you leave me like this?! Or, Please please please please, I’ve been good, please take them off.

Emile grimaced, knelt before him and lifted the hem of Kit’s shirt to wipe the drool from his chin. “Good job you’re in a bathroom, with all these waterworks. Have you learned why you need to behave?”

He nodded, defeated. He’d have been ready to agree and to lie from the first moment the wood touched his tongue, just to make it stop. He wasn’t lying now.

“Have you learned how to behave?”

He whined, a yes. A sir. 

“Have you decided to be good? Do you want to stay in my good books?”

He nodded again, leaned in, hoping for comfort.

“Well then. Very good.” 

The clothespins came free one agonising release at a time and he struggled to fit his swollen tongue back between his teeth. His tears dried up and he shook as he tried to suppress anger and fear, and defeat. He knew with his mouth closed there would be no evidence of this corrective intervention, so he could be out on the shop floor the next day and look like the perfect example of a well behaved pet. The perfect product placement.

“Use your words,” Emile reminded him.

“I’m sorry, sir,” He slurred, wincing at the pain, at how stiff his tongue was. “I will, I will be careful how I speak. And… and hold my tongue. And be good. I’m sorry I let you down.”

“You let yourself down.”

“I know,” he said miserably.

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes, sir. A… a good reminder. I promise.” He looked down at his hands, the crescent moon shapes that were imprinted into his palms after digging his nails in for so long. Did his tongue look like that? Three perfect divots to show his atonement?

“I’ve already closed up for the night. Put the pets to bed and then meet me upstairs. I think you’ve done plenty of meditating on your state of being today, haven’t you?”

He nodded fervently, “Please, yes. I have. I know what I am.” Please, no more sitting alone, no more waiting to be good enough.

“I hoped as much or else what were you doing in here for half the afternoon.” Emile sighed, as though he were the one put out. “You need to eat soft food, and drink plenty. I’ll arrange it if you do your chores perfectly. And there’ll be no need for the muzzle overnight as well, will there?”

“Not if you don’t think so, sir.” His dry throat clicked as he swallowed, his tongue barely working the way it should.

“Good. You can be so good, Kit. You just need to learn not to slip up. I hate having to do these kinds of things, I lose my little helper for the day.” Emile smiled, like that was the worst of it. Like that was more of a hardship than sitting on the cold floor for hours while you let yourself be tortured.

But Kit still leaned in, and took the moment of warmth as Emile pulled him to his feet, because that’s all that was on offer, and he wanted to feel something good.

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[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