#noncom whump

[scumashling]

Welcome newcomers! You can call me Ash (they/she).

About this account

•i made this account after realizing I've been into whump for years without knowing it and discovering that I'm not alone in finding comfort in fiction about characters being put through emotional and or physical hell. I've often struggled with intense shame related to my interest in whump, especially as it's tied to my own trauma, so learning about this community has felt like a huge weight off my chest.

•fan of: defiant whumpee, intimate whumper, Lady whump, living weapon, non con body modification, drugged Whumpee, revenge whump, dehumanization, fantasy whump,Bastard whumpee, religious whump, Whumpee turned Whumper, Bad Caretaker and nsfwhump,

•I'm fairly new to tumblr and am still trying to get a feel for how things work around here, both in terms of the people and the site itself, so I apologize in advance for any possible future faux pas. I'm also a novice writer and still building my confidence in it, but I do I intend to post some of my own fiction, art, and memes.

•I'm in too many fandoms to count but currently you can expect stuff related to Chainsaw Man, Berserk, Slay the Princess, The Boys, and Delicious in Dungeon

•DNIs: I don't intend for this to be an overtly political account, and i'm not into policing people's behavior so giving a list of opinions/positions I find morally objectionable and demanding you keep away from my account if you hold them isn't my style. If I think something you posted is wack then I will simply unfollow or block you, because I am an adult who knows and enforces their own boundaries. That being said, I am a leftist (socially, economically, foreign policy wise) and related themes are more then likely to show up in my fiction, so if you have a problem with that my account probably isn't for you. The one exception to the DNI is Zionists (including "progressive" two staters) in which case, fuck Israel, fuck genocide, fuck you for supporting it, you're a N@zi, Long Live a Free Palestine 🇵🇸

•WARNING: there will be non con stuff posted on this account, as well as general content related to abuse, kink, trauma and addiction, as well as the occasional gore post. I will use appropriate tags/cws but if that is not something you can handle, or just not something you're into hearing about, please take care of yourself and disengage. I use fiction to cope with my own history and truly do not want anyone else to be harmed by it

•I do not consider myself proship or antiship and as far as I'm concerned yall both have some weird people on your side. Basically as long as you aren't being creepy or harassing anyone, have common sense around media literacy/ engaging with fiction as fiction, but don't use the fact that it's fiction to avoid thinking about real world implications/themes, you are welcome on my page.

some facts about me:

•im a nonbinary femme lesbian who's currently studying fine arts.

•I'm mixed (Asian and white)

•I'm a 22 years old

•I was diagnosed with autism at age 18. Some of my special interests include manga, horror, feminist theory, animation, media analysis, mycology, vampires and cooking.

•i adore poetry, my favorites are Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath, Ozymandias by Percy Shelley, and She Had Some Horses by Joy Harjo (specifically the canto Drowning Horses)

•I have been drawing for 7 years

[problematicninja]

About me !

Hey I’m Lloyd! And yes, I’m problematic… And by that I mean I’m just a guy that likes darkfic. My pronouns are They/He/It and I have a tendency to hyperfixate. (I’m also noncom…)

Below you can find my DNI and some tags you might want to block <3

Do NOT interact:

-Minors (+18 only <3)

-You’re only here to start discourse

-Ableist in any way

-Homophobic/Transphobic

-TERF, RADFEM, TRANSMED, or ANYTHING under “Gender Critical”

-Racist

-No salters. I’m just here to have a good time

Tags to block:

-THE SHIP NAME !!!

-#Discourse

-#NS.FW

-#Love/hate

-#Abuse

-#Whump

-#Angst

If you have a problem with the type of content I am making, feel free to block me. I’m not here to debate how I personally choose to consume content. Yes I like smutty, taboo and dark fic. If you don’t? That’s great. Leave.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Ryan and Danny have a conversation. While Ryan is a delight and charming, he’s still Syndicate - and Syndicate sons take what they want. The latest in the Honor Bound/Daniel Michaelson AU with @whump-tr0pes! You guys are going to be so mad at us soon…

CW: Referenced past torture, referenced past noncom, some sense of dehumanization but nothing direct 

“Come on, jackass, don’t act all shy now. You and I both know I can feel your stupid crush floating all around you like snow.” Ryan elbowed his brother in the ribs, and Danny pushed back lightly, rolling his eyes, red already flushing along his cheeks, nearly canceling out the scars there. “You like him, admit it.”

 “Okay, fine, I do.” Danny shrugged, kicking awkwardly at a stick in their front yard. Forty yards away, Michaelson men (and more than a few women) roamed armed and ready for any threat, but so far none had materialized. “I do, I like him.“

 "There, was that so hard?” Ryan asked with a tone of exaggerated patience. Danny rolled his eyes and kicked at him this time, only to have Ryan step lightly back and to the side.

 "Fuck off. Anyway…  Nate does, too - and that’s important.”

 “Sure. You’ve had him in your room for like… five days now. That doesn’t happen unless Vandrum likes him, too.” Ryan nodded, glancing over his shoulder back at the house. Nate had moved the battered, beat-up car the team had arrived in behind the house and to the side the day before. The team was due to leave tomorrow afternoon or evening, but Nate had said he had a feeling, something that kept sticking in his mind, and he’d feel better if the car was ready to take the secondary track.

 There was a path, through the woods. Rarely used. Wide enough on the ground for a car and covered with the tree canopy over it, so it was harder to track someone from the air. It’d take them through the woods and out the back side of the summer estate grounds, onto a small unmapped road. A getaway road, just in case, that as far as Ryan knew, had never been used.

 There had been no threat, nothing to fear - but when Nate Vandrum had a hunch, even Ryan just shrugged and let him do what he wanted.

 Jackass.

 "Are you gonna date him together, then, or just you?“ 

 Danny’s face went bright red, and he ducked his head low, letting his wavy hair hide it as best he could. Ryan had always liked making his big brother blush - redheads blushed so easily, and honestly, how could anyone expect him to resist? “I, uh. I don’t know. Probably mostly just, um, just me. But we’re not going to-… they’re going to leave like, um, tomorrow night, Ryan. And they can’t exactly just swan in and out of, um, of Mom’s territory.”

 Patrick Michaelson was the nominal head of the Michaelson syndicate - but everyone knew that Corrine Michaelson was the one in charge.

 “I guess that’s true.” Ryan leaned himself back against a low stone wall that cuts across the front lawn, and Danny stayed standing, rubbing idly at the scars cut so deeply into the backs of his hands. Ryan had spent nearly four years spending every resource, calling in every favor, desperately working to find his brother. 

 When he found him, Danny was sitting in a mercenary’s truck, and Nate Vandrum was standing in front of a house on fire with seven people inside. Ryan had come with his own people planning to shoot the place until it fell down from all the bullet holes but instead he had found himself shaking the hand of a man who had been held captive alongside Danny and offering him a job.

 Ryan put one hand up to his mouth, flickering at his thumbnail with his finger in thought. The breeze was gentle and warm on a pretty day, and he knew their guests were no doubt largely outside in the back by now, enjoying the sunlight themselves. 

 Out of earshot.

 “You could have him stay, you know,” Ryan offered, gently. 

 Next to him, Danny stiffened. “What?”

 “Don’t be mad.” Ryan put both hands in the air in a don’t shoot gesture. “I know what you think I’m about to say. But… you know, it’s been a long time since you looked at anyone but Nate, right?”

 Danny went quiet, his blue eyes traveling over the lush green grass, the trees that line the drive up to the summer house, the wide, cloudless blue sky over their heads. “Right.” His voice was soft, and a little shaky, but Ryan knew his brother well - worry but not panic, concern but not slipping away into the nightmares that follow him through the waking world as well as the sleeping. 

 They might have been skirting a line, but he hadn’t crossed it. Not yet.

 “We’re in charge, here,” Ryan said, firmly. “This is our territory. We did a nice thing, a  generous thing, offering them safe haven and a way through here without being picked up by bounty hunters or worse-”

 “Being picked up by Mom,” Danny muttered, and the two of them snorted nearly in unison.

 “Right. Exactly. Look, I like them all-”

 “You like everybody, Ryan, that doesn’t mean shit.”

 “Not everybody.” No, Ryan wasn’t prone to hatred, but he could feel it. He was the one bankrolling Vandrum’s occasional forays into being a bit of a bounty hunter himself. Nate saw another face he remembered, heard a name that rang in his mind from the fucking parties where the Denners had passed his brother around like a cheap whore, and he came to Ryan for cash, a couple of armed men, and permission to kill. 

 Ryan gave him whatever he wanted, every single time.

 Every new corpse was one less motherfucker walking the earth that had raped, beaten, or tortured his brother. Every dead body was worth the cost.

 He and Nate would keep Danny safe, protected, and make sure that he would have what he needed from here on out. What he wanted. And the moment Ryan had seen Danny lay eyes on the man, he had known that Danny wanted      Isaac.  

 “I’m just saying,” Ryan said quietly. “I’m saying that they’re not our friends, Dan. They’re on the run from the Stormbecks, and I like fucking over Collen and her shit family as much as any other Michaelson, but… but we don’t owe them any of this. This is all out of generosity. Goodness.”

 Danny gnawed on his lower lip, sitting on the stone wall now, crossing his arms in front of himself. “We don’t have to be cruel, Ryan. Just because every other syndicate is, that doesn’t mean-”

 “Yeah, we do. You can’t run the world without at least a little cruelty, you know. We’re lucky to be born on this side of the equation. And we should take the advantages that fortune gives us. You like him.”

 “I do.” Danny knew what he was going to say, Ryan could tell. The blush had faded and been replaced by pale uncertainty. Once upon a time, Danny had been angry as shit but he’d been a good syndicate kid, too. It was all still in there, but the Denners had wrecked it, dismantled a lot of the easy assumptions Danny had once held.

 Ryan hadn’t been able to save him or protect him, when it mattered. But he could make sure Danny never wanted for a single thing for the rest of his life. 

 “Then… he should stay here with us. With you and Nate.”

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[floralegia]

Yuletide 2018 Dear Author Letter

Hi! First of all, I’m so very, very excited to see what you create – I know I’ll love it! I have some general likes and DNWs, and then some slightly more specific prompts, but honestly, don’t feel bound to any of this; if something strikes your fancy, just go with it, and I’ll almost certainly enjoy it no matter what. :’)

Generally, my tastes tend more towards the fluff and smut end of the spectrum than the angsty side, with the exception being that I love whump and h/c! I generally enjoy AUs just as much as canonverse for any given thing. My main DNWs would be noncom (though dubcon is generally fine, if not more than fine, depending on where exactly you draw the line on what you consider dubcon -- i.e. I LOVE soulmate AUs, but some folks consider that dubcon), infidelity, and unhappy endings. Beyond that, I’m pretty easy!

Hawkeye – America Chavez, Kate Bishop

I’m fine with either platonic or romantic shenanigans with these two! Canonverse or AU is fine. NSFW is great, but not necessary by any means. I like all of the ‘id-ficcy’ AUs – a/b/o, soulmates/soulmarks/name-on-wrist/etc, all of that. Maybe especially some kind of AU where America has a soulmark/knows they’re soulmates, but Kate doesn’t? One note is that I really, really don’t enjoy seeing Kate headcanoned/written as a lesbian, or even jokingly referred to as a lesbian (I have a whole lot of #feelings about bisexual ladies, sorry), so that’s a very specific little DNW, I guess.

TAZ Amnesty – Duck Newton

I will quite literally take anything Duck-related, I love that man so much, but here are some ideas:

·       A pre-canon day in the life of Duck Newton

·       Casefic! Bonding with the rest of the Pine Guard via casefic?

·       Cracky animal transformation fic where he turns into a literal duck

The Good Place – Eleanor Shellstrop, Chidi Anagonye, Tahani Al-Jamil, Jason Mendoza

Any sort of gen, or Eleanor/Chidi or Eleanor/Tahani. An idea that particularly interests me is a soulmate AU where they are, in fact, all 4 soulmates (either all platonic, or a mix of platonic/romantic featuring the pairings above would be my preference!) Any kind of canon divergence “they meet in real life” AU would satisfy me, honestly!

For Eleanor/Chidi, pining! Pining pining pining. Either one-way or mutual pining is fine, especially if Eleanor is one or more of the pine-ees. Canonverse pining? Amazing. AU pining? Fantastic.

For Eleanor/Tahani, I love the idea of accidentally married/woke up married, or fake married with mutual pining; I don’t know why I want them to be married so bad but I really, really do, I guess? Or, the reset where they’re soulmates!