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Whumptober 2022

Welcome to Whumptober 2022, in its fifth year of running!

To those of you who participated last year, welcome back! To everyone new, WELCOME!

Please make sure to read the Event Info carefully, as most of your questions will be answered there already. For everything else, you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here.

This year’s AO3 Collection can be found here.

With that being said, we’re very excited to see the community come together once more and be a wild, chaotic bunch of creators and consumers of whump. Go wild with the prompts, and support your fellow creators, see what juicy whump they’ve created too! We wish you all the fun!

(All 31 Themes + Prompts, Event Information and FAQs are posted below the cut!)

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To Tired Writers. To the people out there whose hearts very, very much want to write and work on WIPs, but who are just mentally and physically exhausted right now. It’s okay. It is okay to rest sometimes. Allow yourself time to rest. 

#me rn #inky talks #sort of #send help plz

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Something along the lines of horseback archery. Or maybe jousting. Axe-throwing and knife throwing. Being able to run an American Ninja Warrior course 😍 Oh and to be able to draw as well as I do in my head. And why not dance while we're at it (although I am starting to learn ballet)

Fuck your dream job what’s your dream hobby that you don’t have the means to take up yet. Mine are falconry and aerial acrobatics

#reblog game #inky posts stuff #inky talks #not whump #community #dream hobby

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Nearly Unconscious Whumpees

I know we love unconscious whumpees. How about nearly unconscious whumpees?

Caretaker is trying to carry Whumpee to safety but Whumpee is kind of delirious and the little consciousness they do have is absolutely fixated on one thing, e.g. the wellbeing of a fellow whumpee. Bonus points if it’s something less consequential, like fretting about the blood they’re getting on Caretaker’s clothing. Extra bonus points if their mumblings show a complete lack of understanding of the situation, such as pleading for Whumper not to hurt them or asking when Caretaker’s getting here.

Whumpee’s eyes are open and Caretaker thinks they’re more alert than they are. It’s only when Caretaker tries to get them to sit up and has to support their limp head and neck that they see their glazed expression.

Whumpee drifting in and out of consciousness without realising it, so what may seem to be a coherent conversation to them is strung out over full minutes or even hours for Caretaker.

Whumpee drifting in and out of consciousness, realising it, and panicking as much as they are mentally capable of doing at that moment. Caretaker has to soothe them and let them know it’s all right, they’re in safe hands and Caretaker won’t let anything happen to them.

Caretaker carrying Whumpee over their shoulder and having to set them down on a bed or a table. Whumpee’s limbs ragdolling as Whumpee mumbles weak apologies.

Whumpee lying in a bed and seemingly unconscious, but Caretaker knows they still have some alertness because they squeeze Caretaker’s hand really tightly.

Whumpee wishing they could pass out completely because the pain is too much for them.

And two more (reference to noncon drugging and nonsexual noncon touching):

Whumper has drugged Whumpee into a hazy state. When Whumpee gets rescued, they’re terrified Caretaker thinks they’re drunk or deliberately intoxicated.

Creepy Whumper doing something intimate like stroking Whumpee’s hair. Whumpee is either frightened but unable to pull themselves away, or not conscious enough to really be scared or know who’s touching them.

#whump #whump scenario #whump prompts #whump tropes

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Hey, can y’all rb this if it’s okay to send you messages asking about your ocs, cause on god I wanna interact with y’all but I am terrified of being annoying lol

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Little thing I wrote spur of the moment cuz someone on Discord mentioned tentacles.

Explicit. 18+ only.

Tw: explicit, tentacles

You are alone in a dark room on a soft bed. You lay and stare into the dark. Then you feel it. The first tentacle around your wrist. You only have a second to think before another one is wrapping around your other wrist. Then your waist, pulling you firmly into the bed.

Your breathing hitches as tentacles ever so slowly push your shirt up, starting to play with your nipples. So cold and so flexible. You exhale shakily as your nipples harden and you feel your own arousal rise.

The beast finally looms up from under the bed, but all you can see is it's eyes, glowing a soft green in the dark.

"You're mine, pet,"

It growl-purrs in a voice that shakes the room as the air rumbles. You can only nod, helpless as more tentacles reach up under your pants, up your calves, your thighs, finally coming to your underwear. You shudder as you feel the cool tentacles play with you through your undies. You whine and writhe, but there is no escape.

Once the beast is sure you are ready, the tentacles reach out from under the waistband of your pants and slowly tug them down. Once those are out of the way, the tentacles settle around your underwear.

"All mine,"

It growls and pulls off your underwear. You moan as it fills your up. So cool and self-lubing. You feel full as it starts to fuck you, slow at first, then faster and faster. It's other tentacles keep playing with you - your nipples, in between your legs. The tentacles are everywhere as you scream and cum in a moment of bliss.

"Gorgeous," it rumbles.

"And all mine,"

"Yours," you gasp.

#whump #my writing #tw explicit #explicit #tentacles #drabbles #whump drabbles #.whump #whump. #idk how tags work anymore

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You got some of mine right ! I won't tell what, because I don't to spoil others yet. Ok so now, my turn ! Age : 23/24 || Pronouns : She/her || Gender : female || Zodiac sign : I'm bad at astrology so I'll take a guess and say Scorpio || Romantic status : you might have a special someone || Eye color : blue || Hobbies : writing and whumping, otherwise i'd say something more manual, maybe sewing ? || Introverted || Favourite season : winter

Thanks @whump-side !

Age... 27

Pronouns/Gender: cis female. She/her

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Romantic status: single

Eye color: classified as gray, which is this lovely mixture of blue and green that I love. The color changes depending on my mood and what I'm wearing. I love my eye color.

Hobbies: a bit of writing, yes. A lot of whumping 😈 I actually do sew! I make my cosplays for comicon. I also do draw a bit.

I am actually an ambivert leaning introvert

Favorite color: fall

#inky talks #ask games #ask answered #community

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For @whump-side

Age: 21/22

Pronouns: she or they Gender: female

Zodiac sign: uhhh no idea. Let's just say... Libre the Balance

Romantic status: single, and secure

Eye color: green

Hobbies: drawing! And languages, I think

Introverted all the way

Favorite season: Fall (idk why)

So.... How did I do? And does anyone else wanna play?

fun game!! dont look at my about and guess these things based on how you perceive me:

age pronouns and gender zodiac sign romantic status eye color hobbies introverted / extroverted favorite season

#let's play 👀 #games #inky talks

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Febuwhump 2022 - Day 6

Day 6 - Hypothermia

TW: near drowning

Falling through the ice Cold shocks me like electricity I feel everything at once Freezing water all around me, Ice above me, Blocking my escape Cold encases my fingertips, Claims my toes, My feet follow fast, Settling under a blanket of cold. My lungs burn for air, My arms scramble for freedom from my prison of ice Something is grabbing me I think? I can’t feel my arms anymore. Something smacks me hard and I cough out water. “Breathe! Breathe!” a voice is saying, But I can barely obey. I can only shake violently. They are asking me questions, But the words don’t seem to make sense. Voices sound worried, Wet clothes are exchanged for dry, But I barely feel it. Breathing is shallow and rapid, Everything is cold as I am moved, Wrapped like a cocoon I blink slowly, Sleep sounds nice… “No! Stay awake!” the voices shout, They sound urgent. But the call of the cold is a howling storm. How long until I answer it?

#whump #febuwhump #my writing #free verse poem #febuwhump2022 #day 6 #day6 #hypothermia #near drowing #whump. #febuwhump. #free verse poem. #trying to get around tumblrs broken tags

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Febuwhump 2022 - Day 5

Day 5 - "Let me see"

TW: military setting

Eating is hard when you’ve burned your hands, Rose thought ruefully as she struggled to hold her spoon. She glanced around, hoping no one had noticed. It had been a long day of training and everyone was tired, maybe no one would see her struggle.

She had only joined a few months ago and was eager to make a good impression - all the other fighters were far more experienced. Every slip, every mistake, she felt everyone’s eyes on her.

Don’t be the weak link, she told herself as she trained hard to get better. And today had been pretty good, until it had been time to clean her rifle. She had put her hand on the hot barrel of the gun. She grimaced as she remembered the pain, how she had bit back a yelp and tried not to cry.

Hopefully it’ll be better by morning… she thought as she winced when the spoon hit a tender spot. A hand on her shoulder interrupted her thoughts.

“Private Rose, the commander wants to see you. Come with me.”

She stood immediately and followed Derrick. Great, what now? she thought as she followed him. Was the commander going to tell her she wasn’t good enough? She knew the commander was tough, but this seemed a little much… She was so busy in her thoughts she didn’t notice Derreck wasn’t leading her to the commander’s office, but to a quiet hallway.

He halted in front of her and so did she.

“Sir…?” She didn’t like the looks of this…

Derrick put his hands up in a calming gesture.

“I apologize for deceiving you, but will you let me see your hand?”

She froze. Had he noticed? She tried to recover.

“Sir, there is nothing wrong. I am fine.”

Derrick just raised an eyebrow, waiting.

A long moment passed. Finally, she relented and held out her hand. A red burn covered most of her palm, with a few blisters forming. He held the injured hand tenderly and produced a tube of burn cream from his pocket. With feather light touch, he dabbed the burn, soothing it.

“Why did you try to hide it?” He asked, not looking into her eyes as he wrapped the hand.

“Because…” she faltered. How could she explain her feelings of inadequacy to him? How could she explain how small and inexperienced she felt at camp every day? How she was always afraid that every mistake would be the one that got her cut from the team.

“Rose,” his hand was under her chin, gently lifting it. Her brown eyes met his green ones.

“You don’t have to hide injury to be strong. You already are. I’ve seen you. Every day, you fight the fear that lives in you and you get up time and time again.”

He finished bandaging the hand and gently lowered it.

“If it still looks bad tomorrow, we’ll go to the infirmary. ‘K?”

Rose could only nod as he turned to go, leaving her with her now-bandaged hand and a slight smile on her face.

#whump #febuwhump #febuwhump2022 #febuwhumpday5 #day5 #day 5 #my writing #whump. #febuwhump. #military setting #caretaking #let me see #hiding injury #hiding injuries #rose #derrick

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Febuwhump 2022 - Day 4

Day 4: Nightmare

TW: death of loved one, ending life, grief, loss

This one is a bit heavy. Viewer discretion is advised.

I lay my head down on the pillow, Closing my eye at last. All day long I make men and women live their worst nightmares. But now I begin mine. All I see is her. I see her sunny smile, Her long, blonde hair, I hear her laughter. And know I never will hear it again. “No, no, don’t leave me…” But she is gone. Never to be held in my arms again. I see her hospital bed, Hear the beeping of monitors, The machines keeping her alive, but barely. My tears paint the white sheets, But my weeping is heard by no one. Two years, she has stayed this way. “It’s time to let go,” They say, But how can I? I love her She is the only light I have left in this world. I hold her hand and weep in silence I cradle her in my arms as the machine powers down. I feel her heart stop, And so does mine. I awake in the morning, But I am dead inside. There is no light in my eye. Only pain And nightmares.

#whump #whump writing #febuwhump2022 #febuwhumpday4 #day 4 #death #death of a loved one #ending life #grief #loss #who is this? #if you know you know #whump. #febuwhump. #free verse poem #formatting is a b*tch

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Silvas Chronicles - 12

Part 12

Previous // Masterlist

burtlederp slaintetowhump deluxewhump theeighthassassin just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi​ muddy-swamp-princess

LMK if you wanna be added or removed!

So this is part 12 of Silvas Chronicles, it is also Day 4 of Febuwhump - Nightmare. Hope you enjoy!

TW: bleeding out, death of loved ones, self harm

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Eli sat up in his bed. Why was he in the healer’s quarters? He didn’t remember being sick or injured. He glanced over to see Maximus sleeping nearby. He climbed out of bed and shook Maximus gently, trying to wake him.

Maximus fell over when touched. Eli jumped back when he saw the dagger sticking out of the large man’s ribs. Blood pooled on the floor, coming to touch his bare feet.

No, no no no no no! He shut his eyes tight. Not real, not real, not real. Just a nightmare.

He cautiously opened his eyes again and found himself back in bed, Maximus back by the bedside, sleeping peacefully.

Eli breathed a sigh of relief.

See, just a nightmare. But the question remains - why am I in the healer’s quarters?

He swung his legs out of bed.

Splat

He had stepped in a puddle of blood.

Slowly, he looked up in horror to see Maximus’ body giving up it’s lifeblood. His arteries had been cut and twin rivers of blood flowed from his neck, down his shirt, onto his lap, and dripping onto the floor.

Eli rushed to Maximus.

“Maximus! No! Wake up!”

Eli staggered back when there was no response. He stared in unadulterated horror at the corpse of his dead friend, and at his own hands that were now painted scarlet.

“This…this can’t be happening!”

“What can’t be happening?”

Luka stood framed in the doorway. Eli practically tackled him.

“Luka! I woke up here and suddenly Maximus is dead and I don’t know what happened and I don’t know what to do...” he was babbling almost incoherently but Luka shushed him.

“Eli, what are you talking about? Maximus is fine. He’s just sleeping.”

“But he-”

Maybe it was just another nightmare...Luka wouldn’t lie to me…

Slowly, he turned around. The same nightmare scene as before greeted him. Eli shreiked.

“Luka! Can’t you see-!” he whipped around, but then froze. Luka was shaking and starting to convulse. His skin was pale and his eyes wouldn’t focus.

“Luka? Luka! What do I do??”

But the healer couldn’t answer him. He collapsed to the floor and convulsed as foam began to emit from his mouth. There was a final burst of energy in his movements and then all was still.

Eli stood in shocked silence for a moment, then began to cry. Silent tears at first, then sobs, and then wails.

“Eli.”

A hand was on his shoulder. Kingsley stood beside him. Her hair in a braid and her expression a rare one of concern.

“Kingsley! I-”

She collapsed as if she were no more than a puppet with its strings cut.

As her corpse hit the floor, something in Eli snapped and he screamed.

“No! No! No! No! Make it stop! Make it stop!”

He pinched himself, closed his eyes, even tried giving himself cuts with Luka’s scalpel, but the nightmare was here to stay. Except it was reality.

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Maximus struggled to hold Eli down in his bed in the healer’s quarters.

“Eli!” He spoke with a voice of authority, “Wake up! It’s just a nightmare! You’re opening your stitches!”

His words fell on deaf ears as Eli thrashed and cried.

Maximus had tried waking the boy up, tried giving him more of the herbal mixture Luka had made earlier, but nothing worked.

Luka, where are you? Eli needs you. At this rate...he doesn’t have long.

#whump #silvas #silvas chronicles #luka #eli #kingsley #maximus #bleeding out #loved one killed #death #self harm #nightmare #worst nightmare #things are getting worse for Eli #whump. #silvas.

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Febuwhump Day 3 - Blood Loss

Day 3 - Blood Loss

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TW: Blood loss

Here, have some cowboy whump. Short & sweet.

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Laurence groaned and pressed his hands into his side. Crimson blood painted his hands and stained them like horrible ink.

I wonder if it’ll ever wash out? he thought vaguely as he slumped on his horse. He had gotten away, yes, but that bullet inside of him made quite the wound. But there was no time to stop. He had to get back to town, to warn the people that they were coming.

A wave of nausea hit him and his vision blurred. He fought to stay upright in the saddle, grateful that his horse knew the way. He dared to glance down at the wound. One hand was pressed on top of the other in a futile attempt to stem the stream of red that flowed from him. It soaked his shirt and was seeping onto his chaps and pants as well. He tore his eyes away and gritted his teeth as he urged his horse faster.

He knew he was fading. Would he make it? Or would it be only his horse and his corpse to tell the tale?

#whump #febuwhump #febuwhump2022 #febuwhumpday3 #febuwhump day 3 #day 3 #my writing #laurence #cowboy whump #bleeding out #blood loss #death mention #short and sweet

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Febuwhump 2022 - Day 2

Day 2: Failed Rescue Attempt

Day 1 is here (Silvas Chronicles part 11)!

Wanna be tagged for more Febuwhump? Jump in on the fun!

TW: death of a loved one

Laurence’s breath caught.

No, no, no, not like this

About fifty feet down the cliff, Kimberly lay crumpled. She lay at the root of a great tree just above the rushing river.

Laurence cupped his hands to his mouth to shout as the rain poured and the wind howled.

“Kimberly! Can you hear me?”

No response. Either he was too far away, or the river and storm were too loud, or…

Sliding, scraping, and stumbling down the cliff with reckless abandon he tore towards her. He was about ten feet away when she started to stir.

Oh thank goodness she’s not dead, he breathed. But it was short lived. The tree she had been laying against began to groan in the wind. He saw her hands trying to find purchase on something solid but she came up empty as she slipped.

“No!” he screeched at the top of his lungs, lunging for her as he crossed the last few feet. His hand caught hers as lightning split the sky.

Time froze as his cold, wet hand gripped hers. Her hair blew in the wind as her eyes met his.

This is the end. her eyes said.

No! Please!

I’m sorry, Laurence. her eyes closed in submission as the sky darkened without the lightning. The next flash showed a man crumpled on the side of a cliff, howling in agony as the body of his love was swept away.

#whump #febuwhump #febuwhump2022 #febuwhumpday2 #day2 #day 2 #febuwhump day 2 #my writing #laurence #kimberly #death of a loved done #tw: death of a loved one #feels good to write again #whump. #febuwhump.

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Silvas Chronicles - 11

Part 11

Previous // Masterlist

Taglist: burtlederp slaintetowhump deluxewhump theeighthassassin just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi​ muddy-swamp-princess

Wanna join the fun? Ask to be on the taglist!

It has been a minute, I know. This also does include Febuwhump 2022 Day 1: Head Injury. Hope you enjoy! :D

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You are sure of this?”

Kingsley’s elbows rested on her desk, her hands interlaced in front of her.

“The more I think about it, and the more I observe Eli’s symptoms, the more certain I am.”

As Luka stood before Kingsley’s desk, he couldn’t help but fidget under her cold gaze. Impossible to tell what she’s thinking, even though she’s my sister, he thought.

“Very well, I trust you. Do what you must to discover it’s source.”

Luka nodded and excused himself, limping a little. He shut the door behind him with a click, sighing. Discover the source, eh? Easier said than done. From what Cayden had told him, Eli was acting strangely when he returned from his patrol. No one noticed anything unusual when he left, meaning that _if he was poisoned, it happened while he was on his patrol._ That would mean re-tracing Eli’s path, but he might not even have stayed on the path. Cayden reported that Eli did not return on the expected path. Luka groaned That means combing a good portion of the Silver Forest, just to look for something that might not even be there.

A few minutes later, Maxiumus turned a corner to find Luka gearing up.

“What are you doing?”

Luke paused, a guilty look on his face like a child caught with contraband sweets in hand. He recomposed himself and stood upright.

“I have business to attend to.”

The burly man raised an eyebrow as he folded his arms. Luka didn’t budge. The two conversed silently for a moment, then Maximus finally sighed and stepped aside. Just as Luka passed over the threshold, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

He looked up to meet Maximus’ brown eyes.

Be careful, the eyes said.

I will he silently promised back. And he was gone.

Going was hard. The birds overhead, the insects humming in the air, the wind in the trees, all once familiar and comforting, now felt watchful and intense. The rain had finally stopped, but navigating the forest floor with a bad ankle was no easy task. He started by taking the usual path, looking for any signs of where Eli might have deviated. Every time he thought he found one, he turned up nothing.

If he was poisoned, he had to have touched some plant. But which one? His symptoms point to multiple possibilities, yet I’m fairly certain he only came in contact with one poisonous plant.

Twenty minutes passed. Nothing.

Keep looking, Luka. You can do this.

Twenty more minutes. Still nothing out of the ordinary. He was about halfway through the patrol path.

It’s okay, you still have the rest of the patrol path. I’m sure something will turn up.

He grimaced as his leg protested with each step.

I’m fortunate that I didn’t break my ankle in that snare trap, he thought as he limped along.

Forty five minutes later, he had reached the end of the patrol path. He was out of breath, sore, exhausted, and sweaty. He grumbled to himself briefly before trudging back up the path.

You must’ve missed something. Just look for smaller signs. You’ll find it. Even if you have to comb the whole forest. He groaned at the thought. …I certainly hope it won’t come to that…

Another sixty minutes passed and Luka still had no luck.

I give up! Luka growled to himself through clenched teeth. If there was something to find, I would have found it by now! I’ve searched every tree, stump, shrub, but they are all plants I recognize! And none of them would explain Eli’s symptoms!

Then it hit him. Quite literally.

Something or someone unseen rushed Luka from behind and with a smack he crumbled to the ground, unconscious.

#whump #Silvas #silvas chronicles #kingsley #luka #eli #febuwhump #febuwhump2022 #febuwhumpday1 #day 1 #head injury #knocked out #my writing #whump writing #back to the slow burn horror story #feels good to be back #no editing #we die where we stand

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Wait what's a buildings fire evacuation plan if you aren't supposed to use the elevator to get down

#not whump #psa #fire alarm protocol #good to know

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It's happening

FEBUWHUMP 2022 IS HERE!

the prompts this year were chosen through a suggestion poll and subsequent vote; the top 28 make up the core prompts and a mixture of the next most popular and the blog’s personal favourites have become the alternates!

i’m super excited to see what you all create with these prompts! if you have any questions, make sure to check out the blog’s FAQ or send an ask! 

please note: this year, notifying the blog of completionist status will happen through a google form that will be released closer to the end of febuwhump.

and click here if you’re interested in the bonus march 1st prompt known as febuclown!

full write up of prompts and rules under the cut:

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#febuwhump #febuwhump2022 #whump #prompts