Art By Essi Vlimki

Art by Essi Välimäki

Decided to do more MerMay but whump this time.

And it's been a moment since I last hurt my favorite iron boy sooooo.... 😈 *turns Gajeel into a chain catshark*

@whumpninja 's MerMay for Whumpers

Day 24. Captured for a prize

the big ol' 'what's happening here' post

hello there, welcome, welcome! this is my whump sideblog, because I was getting real annoyed by how I won't reblog whump on my main blog, and since I'm planning to participate in augusnippets, which is definitely going to have a bunch of whump, I decided to get over myself and create a sideblog. different vibes, different way of typing and stuff, just a lot of different so I don't feel so uptight like I do on my main blog. so! the basics:

I'm Iggy! sort of. I have a lot of names. but Iggy is the one I like to use on tumblr.

my pronouns are he/him, voi/void, and they/them.

THIS BLOG WILL BE NSFW. I haven't gotten to the point of writing smut myself yet, but I do like reading smutty whump, and I will be reblogging it. plus all the gorey NSFW stuff too. so this blog is 18+. read at your own risk, don't like don't look, I'm trusting you to know your internet etiquette and your personal squicks. you've been warned.

I have a low blocking tolerance! if you decide to come after me for being a NSFW whump blog despite me warning you in the pinned post at the top of my blog that this blog contains whump, I am not going to bother arguing with you! I am just going to block you! this also goes for any TERFS, SWERFS, queerphobes, racists—generally, if I find you to be a prejudiced bigot, I am going to recommend you to take a walk and get some fresh air, and I am going to block you.

I will try to tag posts and reblogs appropriately and put all the community labels that I need to, but I am one (1) human person and am fallible. if you find that I'm missing a tag, please please please tell me so that can be fixed.

probably this post is going to evolve as this blog develops and I discover what having a sideblog entails, but this is all I've got for now. hope you enjoy all the blood and screaming!

barbed wire shibari

Conflict Whump Challenge

A whump challenge based on this comic by Grant Snider. The prompts are the conflicts listed in the comic!

Here are some ideas to get you started, but you can do anything the prompts from the comic inspire in you--these are only suggestions!

Man vs. Nature - Environmental whump, Animal attack, Sickfic

Man vs. Society - Dystopian society, Institutionalized whump, Fugitive

Man vs. Technology - Sci-fi whump, Robots, Shock collar

Man vs. man - Kidnapping, Defiant whumpee, Forced to hurt

Man vs. Self - Struggling with recovery, Slowed down by injuries, Evil clone

Man vs. Reality - Transported to another realm, Reality-altering powers, Facing reality

Man vs. God - Cults, Deity whumper, Deity whumpee

Man vs. No God - Crisis of faith, Demons, False god

Man vs. Author - Whumpee becomes self-aware about being a character in a whump story, You wake up inside your own story, Misery situation

In this context, "man" is gender-neutral (as in "mankind") and the whumpee can be any gender.

The challenge is bingo-style: create three pieces to fill any one row, column, or diagonal arrangement to complete the challenge! If you want to go the extra mile, you could even go for filling all nine prompts.

There is no time limit on this challenge, it can be completed at any time at your own pace.

Tag your work #conflictwhumpchallenge or #conflict whump challenge so others can find it!

@amonthofwhump

Day 2: Sensory Overload

Additional CW: poisoned, migraines, unintentional self-harm

Gajeel whump taglist: @blackberry-bloody , @ostensiblyfunctional

It was those fucking mushrooms.

The mushrooms Jet had stepped on earlier and accidentally got him gassed with a cloud of spores.

It had to be. Nothing else would make sense as to why Gajeel's head currently felt like it was being run over by a train. The fungus had smelled like shit but he'd trade that hell for this one any day.

Everything was too damn bright. Too damn loud.

The glare of the sun sharpened into invisible needles and turned up the saturation of every color around him to maximum. The too-bright grass. The too-bright sky. The eye-searing yellow of Levy's blouse.

“Gajeel? Are you okay?” he heard her ask, concern clear in her voice.

If that toxin had only been affecting his sight, he would've declined anything was wrong and moved on with limited use of his eyes. Annoying, but manageable with his ears and nose compensating and the rest of Team Shadowgear's presence.

But nope. The toxin was fucking over his senses in every aspect it could.

Of course it had to be him, as his shit luck would have it. Of fucking course it had to be the guy with dragon level sensory that already gave him migraines on a bad day.

Levy's voice, the crunch of leaves under Jet and Droy's shoes as they rushed over, the gusting wind, every single bird, leaf, bug, and brook within a half-mile radius. His own pained breathing and pounding heart. Even through his hands clutched over his ears, the cacophony of noise was ripping down the walls of his focus that usually protected his mind from being overwhelmed.

It felt like there was an electric surge under his skin and suddenly he had an acute awareness of everything touching him. The fibers of his clothes itched. The bits of metal braided in his hair scratched at the back of his neck. Something grasped his arm. Despite its gentleness, his nerves prickled and lit aflame as if it burned. That shouldn't have hurt. Why did it hurt? What the fuck was this poison? He couldn't stop himself from flinching away and uttering a low defensive growl from deep in his throat. Even that grated on his eardrums.

The touch recoiled and didn't return.

A sharp tang of blood stung his nose and only then did Gajeel realize his claws had dug into his scalp. A brief distraction before it blurred into everything else becoming too much. His chest was tight. It was hard to breathe. His brain was trying to break through his skull. It was too much. Too much. Too much!

Silence hit like the world pressed an off button.

For a moment, panic took over in the midst of his confusion, his head screaming oh gods did he just lose-

No, no wait. He could still hear himself breathing (at least through the persistent ringing). He could still hear. It's just everything else around him that had decided to clam up.

He smelled the other three around him, and with caution, opened one eye to test his vision. His head still hurt. At some point he must've fallen to his knees, as the ground was much closer than it was before. And darker.

Actually everything appeared darker.

Gajeel finally looked up, seeing the team's alarmed faces in front of him, Levy kneeling down close while Jet and Droy stood a little bit behind her. Close but not too close. He shoved aside the embarrassment to ignore again later in favor of wondering why everything was different.

It felt like a thick filter on a pair of sunglasses and he was not going to complain. It was a blissful mercy. The light was suppressed and while the colors were still a bit too vibrant, this was leagues better than the eyestrain of before. He almost asked about it when he noticed two tangible words floating above Levy's head.

‘Soundproof’ ‘Dim’

Ah. That explained it.

Levy's moving hands caught his attention and her fingers followed the gestures to substitute for spoken words.

“Are you okay? What happened?”

The assault of noise had stopped but Gajeel still hesitated before removing his hands from his ears to respond to her. Some sliver of paranoia expected something to blare out and send him reeling again, but he trusted Levy's magic to hold.

“Mushroom spores,” he signed. Making eye contact with Jet, he added, “the one you crushed a few minutes ago.”

The sound that left Jet's lips did not carry through the soundproof dome, but Gajeel could recognize a curse anywhere. A series of gestured apologies followed in quick succession. Droy shot the man a questioning glance.

Gajeel figured the two stood outside the range of Levy's magic, as the two exchanged words he couldn't hear before Droy began to address him in sign language.

“From the description, it was most likely a Red Screamer fungus,” he explained, and Gajeel almost laughed at how fitting the name was. “The toxin does attack sensory neurons and cause overstimulation, but it is temporary. It should hopefully wear off in a couple hours.”

Ugh. A few hours of this shit? For once he was grateful they chose to take a less intensive job that wasn't too time sensitive. It would've been a nightmare if he needed to fight off some monster or dark guild bastard in this condition.

The discontent must have been clear in his face, for Levy piped up. “If we make camp here and rest a while, I believe I can hold the spells for the duration.”

The nagging thoughts returned, trying to push him to keep moving and not waste time. That nagging voice that always lied to him saying he could walk it off and get work done. Key word: lied. The reality was that bad sensory days always burned him out and it was no different now.

A short, tired nod gave them permission.