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petition to call finding whump in a media you didn't expect it in a "whumpscare"
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Febuwhump Day 1: helpless
Hey hey, @febuwhump, thanks for all you do! Happy leap year!
Fintan felt like he was on the wrong side of thick, foggy glass. He could see, but the colors smeared until they were beyond identifiable. He could hear, but the sounds were all broken, muffled.
All of his senses were working, but…it felt like what they took in belonged to someone else. He knew his shoulder throbbed – he could feel it sizzling and crackling, alight with vicious pain he’d never had before. Fintan knew that in such a state, he should probably be writhing, thrashing, crying out for help – but he didn’t.
He couldn’t.
There was ringing in Fintan’s ears as he struggled. Slowly, things became a little clearer. Noise became voices, but the words warbled beyond his perception. Colors started to settle, but shapes were still too blurry.
Then, Fintan felt his lungs push air. He felt his mouth form words. Fintan still couldn’t move, but he heard his own voice speak – but it was strange, as if Fintan was underwater, and whoever was speaking for him was above the surface. “You think you can kill me?” Fintan’s voice said.
There was a harsh laugh. “I wish,” a gravelly voice replied. It seemed to belong to a dark silhouette that was crouching over him. “But not tonight.” The dark figure leaned in, and Fintan could almost make out a face; the eager grin was disturbing. “Still,” the voice said, “I hope this hurts.”
Knuckles pressed into Fintan’s shoulder, and it exploded with agony. But since someone else was piloting his own body, Fintan couldn’t even scream.
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whump prompt:
"We need to keep going."
"You need to stop bleeding."
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Stitches & Bandages
His foot hit a root. He gasped, stumbling, and let go of the kindling under his left arm. At the same time, he instinctively held out a hand to brace for impact.
Too late, he realized he was reaching out with his bandaged arm. He couldn't stop before he grabbed the trunk of a nearby tree to steady himself.
The pain was immediate. It shot up his forearm and burned. He hissed, knees bending as he cradled his injury. His skin felt like it was splitting, blood pushing through healed tissue.
Someone called his name. There was a clatter of more kindling dropping to the forest floor, and then hands were on his shoulders.
"I'm alright," he said preemptively. He opened his eyes to smile up at his friend.
She didn't smile back. Her face was pale, eyes fixed on his bandaged arm. In a panicky voice, she said, “I thought you stopped bleeding!”
He glanced down at his forearm. A dark red stain was seeping through the wrapped layers of bandages. It was spreading quickly. "I've reopened the wound, it seems," he muttered.
#wij23day3#whumpmasinjuly2023#whump#bleeding through the bandages#no character names or context because I'm not ready to publish this fic yet#even though I've been working on it since January#hopefully sometime this month I start uploading it...
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Ten Words for Whumperflies
"What's wrong?"
Shiver
Numb
Concern
Collapse
Support
"Stay with me."
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Whump-a-Palooza, est. 2021
why hello, friends
I’m Rudi, late 20s, they/them pronouns preferred, but any and all are fine with me.
I am typically a whumpfic writer, writing both fanfic and original stuff. I also edit the occasional video!
happy Whumpmas in July!
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Thanks, @whump-captain, for the tag!
Rules: Make a new post and post your latest line from your WIP & tag as many people as there are words.
This WIP started as a scene, then I felt the scene needed context, so it became a whole dang fic. And then I felt the fic needed context, so I made a prequel. Neither are done, but I'm excited to share when they are!
“You, uh…still delirious?”
4 words (does "uh" count?), so I'm tagging @thatsgonnaleaveamark, @randomlifeunit, @blackrosesandwhump, aaaaaaand anyone who sees this when it's raining!
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cracking open a cold one* with the boys**
*starting a new fic
**the whumpees
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Percy pushes Vax our of the way and is sprayed with dragon acid.
fave: the lil stumble after "Move, de Rolo!"
#whump video#Rudi edits#percy de rolo#the legend of vox machina#2x01#whump#acid#collapse#waking up#magical healing#worry#support#reblogging myself deal with it 😎#seriously though#that lil stumble
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The Legend of Vox Machina s01e12: The demon, Orthax, takes control over Percy. The gang realizes that Percy is cursed and an entity has attached itself to Percy. The demon feeds on his anger and the souls he forfeits.
(video source: Amazon Prime Video)
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The Legend of Vox Machina s01e12: Orthax/Possessed Percy vs Vox Machina
“Percival! I know you. This isn’t who you are!”
“It’s who I want to be.”
“Yes, hates feels good. It drowns the pain. I’ve seen how easily it consumes you.”
“It’s all I have left.”
(video source: Amazon Prime Video)
#whump video#percy de rolo#the legend of vox machina#1x12#whump#demon possession#confusion#gunshot#collapse#worry
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Percy pushes Vax our of the way and is sprayed with dragon acid.
fave: the lil stumble after "Move, de Rolo!"
#whump video#Rudi edits#percy de rolo#the legend of vox machina#tlovm s2#2x01#whump#acid#collapse#waking up#magical healing#worry#support
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2023 Year of Whump
For everyone who can’t commit to or is intimidated by a daily writing/art challenge, I present a different take on the whump writing/art prompt challenge, reframed for those who create slowly, inconsistently, and on crip time.
In this yearlong writing/art prompt challenge, you choose monthly or weekly. You can go back and forth between monthly or weekly each month. If you choose monthly, you can pick prompts from any week during that month. You’ll end up with anywhere from 12-52 completed contributions at the end of it. The weeks begin on Sunday.
Tag contributions with “2023 Year of Whump” and then “2023 Year of Whump January” (or another month) for any prompt done during that month, so people can see all contributions.
For each week’s available prompts, there are physical/sensory, emotional/psychological, environmental/situation, comfort/caregiving, and dialogue prompts (in that order). You are welcome to mix and match, use only one or a combination of any or all, and to interpret each liberally. You can interpret them creatively, and there are probably infinite possible ways to do so for each prompt. I suggest (but can’t really require) tagging descriptively to help people find content they’re interested in and/or filter out content in their squicks or triggers.
Choose your own adventure
January 1: caged / deceived / unemployed / whispered reassurances / “Who would ever believe you?”
January 8: restrained with belt buckles / abandoned / icy tundra / holding hands / “Save your tears”
January 15: experimental injection / threatening loved ones / warehouse / warm bubble bath / “I promise this won’t hurt”
January 22: grabbed in the dark / public humiliation / hospital emergency department / soft weighted blanket / “You must have imagined that, dear”
January 29: chained to a table / betrayal / end of a relationship / handwritten notes of encouragement / “I’m begging you; I’ll do anything”
February 5: impaled / death wish / jungle / home cooked meal / “Don’t leave me”
February 12: involuntary implant / feeling like a burden / museum / cat cuddles / “I don’t know who I am anymore”
February 19: lightheaded and faint / appeasing out of desperation / abandoned lighthouse / gentle wound care / “I’m your only choice now”
February 26: gunshot wound / trembling with fear / library with soaring shelves / leaving the lights on / “You’re home now”
March 5: emergency surgery / denial / palatial mansion / getting a private bedroom / “Don’t you know; I’ll always know where you are”
March 12: amputation / mockery / apocalyptic nuclear wasteland / firefighter carry / “Just keep looking at me”
March 19: severe fever / rejection / cocktail party / swaddled in blankets / “Do you have any idea what I’ve done for you?”
March 26: starvation / losing the last bit of hope / maximum security prison / getting pain medication for the first time / “Missed me yet?”
April 2: infected wound / resignation / forced to watch / tight hugs / “I promise I’ll be good”
April 9: tied to a pole in the sun / weakening resolve / bustling city square / standing up to threats and mockery / “There’s nothing to apologize for”
April 16: poisoned meals / death of loved one / cursed mountain / hot bowl of soup / “You’ll never get out alive”
April 23: branded / constant insults / forced labor camp / forced to participate / taking bullets in their place / “I’m doing this because I love you. One day you’ll understand.”
April 30: painful wound care / sarcastic defiance / psychiatric hospital / walking them home / “I don’t need help; I’m fine”
May 7: whipping / trying to hold back tears / airplane / offering a kind smile / “I wish it had been me instead”
May 14: tracking chip / hypervigilance / county jail / warm bread / “You don’t know who I really am”
May 21: drained of blood / violated / ancient ruins / soft slippers / “Not my face, please; I’m begging you”
May 28: shackled to a radiator / heartbroken / deconsecrated temple / back rub / “Be careful what you ask for”
June 4: gagged / ineffectual rage / soaring skyscraper in a glittering city / new, clean clothes / “I didn’t mean it; I’m sorry”
June 11: broken jaw / quiet despair / yawning canyon / going to appointments with them / “Oh you WILL be sorry now”
June 18: burned / rules with moving goalposts / arid steppes / whispered reassurance in public / “I don’t remember where that one came from”
June 25: drowning / losing grounding in reality / trash pit / offering a hand / “You’re hurting me; please”
July 2: kidnapped / ostracized / civil war / safe house / “I would say I’m sorry but then I’d be lying”
July 9: defenestration / stalking / shantytown / paying the ransom / “Don’t fool yourself; you LET this happen to you”
July 16: crushed hand / online harassment / courthouse building / cuddling / “You wanted this, didn’t you”
July 23: detonating bomb / existential dread / lakeside villa / getting a ride / “I know exactly what you need”
July 30: earthquake / homesick / horse barn / compliments / “Get up and walk.”
August 6: nausea / panic / dusty attic / human shield / “I don’t think I can stand up anymore”
August 13: collapsing building / exhaustion / mountain village / helping with food / “RUN.”
August 20: tied to another captive / desperation / public housing projects / new shoes / “You don’t have to pretend anymore”
August 27: strangled / overwhelmed and frozen in place / secret lab in basement / respecting boundaries / “You didn’t have to do this”
September 3: poison gas / screaming uncontrollably / left for dead / combing hair / “Everything I’ve done, I did it for you”
September 10: thrown against wall / painful involuntary spasms / mom’s house / rubbing shoulder / “Your life means nothing”
September 17: smashed kneecaps / dividing loyalties / seat of government / vigilante revenge / “I haven’t taken everything from you. Not yet.”
September 24: stomped on / lies / failed escape / watching TV together / “I promise I’m telling the truth; you have the wrong person!”
October 1: heavy shackles / separated from child / rapid-flowing river / getting a guard dog / “No matter what, you’ll always have me”
October 8: suspended by wrists / exiled / fortress / helping make good an escape / “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to hurt you”
October 15: coughing up blood / detested by peers / train tracks / holding them up to walk / “Looks like you forgot something”
October 22: forced drugging / gaslit into doubting reality / university / financial support / “Sorry, I can’t hear you over the screaming”
October 29: collapsing to the floor / waking up from nightmares / big box retail store / baking cupcakes / “You’ll stop crying if you know what’s good for you”
November 5: handcuffs so tight they’re bleeding / discrimination / small town diner / proper medical care / “No one should have to go through this alone”
November 12: brutal beatdown / helpless / history repeating itself / having choices / “You look so pretty like that”
November 19: suffocation / bystanders refusing to help / schoolhouse / protection in public / “Just one more time, I promise”
November 26: stabbed / flashbacks / castle / reminders of home / “I can’t remember the last time I did this”
December 3: tooth knocked out / panic attack / boat / photographs from before / “Stay still, or it’s going to hurt”
December 10: forced to eat something vile / forgotten by loved ones / homeless shelter / help with paperwork / “Do it if you know what’s good for you”
December 17: electric shock / shivering / boot camp / verbal reassurance / “It’s for your own good”
December 24: stress position / filth / recording studio / wiping away tears / “It’s not as bad as it looks”
December 31: left out in the cold / disgrace / conference / foot washing / “I didn’t mean it; you have to believe me”
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yeah, me too...! I know there's no pressure, but like - it was a personal goal and I couldn't do it.
commiserating aside - I've loved everything you've posted this month!! I definitely want to go through and reblog it all once I have a moment to breathe. <3
ehhhhhh im genuinely sad i didn't manage to complete whumptober this year. i was really excited to meet that goal and i couldn't do it because everything kept happening and i had no time to myself
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WHUMPTOBER 2022
No. 17 HANGING BY A THREAT
Breaking Point | Stress Positions | Reluctant Caretaker
(Space Interns Masterpost)
(Part 1) (2) (3)
Glen’s head pulsed with every beat of his heart. His fingers loosened, and the condense drive core rolled onto the desk. Glen lowered his omnigadget.
The pain was too much. Glen couldn’t focus anymore. He leaned back against Slipper’s chair and closed his eyes. “Aegis Medical Bay,” he murmured, “reduce all lights to 5 percent.” The craft obeyed.
And Glen fell asleep.
Glen awoke to the sound of the Med Bay door unlocking. His eyes snapped open, but the pain in his head was paralyzing. Glen couldn’t find the strength to get to his feet, to do anything to defend himself.
The door slid open. Glen heard footsteps approach. Then a bottle of pills was placed in front of him.
“Take these.”
Glen’s eyes darted over to the side. He saw one of Seraph's crew – the woman with green hair – folding her arms.
“I’m not getting you water,” she said. “Just take the damn pills.”
Glen reached out, his fingers shaking, and uncapped the bottle. He took three pills and popped them into his mouth. After he swallowed, he said, “Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it,” the woman said. Then she reached forward, snatched the bottle from Glen’s hands, and stomped out the way she’d come.
The door locked behind her.
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WHUMPTOBER 2022
No. 16 NO WAY OUT
Mind Control | Paralytic Drugs| “No one’s coming.”
(Space Interns Masterpost)
(Part 1) (2)
The core in Glen’s hand blurred with every blink. He rubbed his eyes.
He had woken up in the Med Bay with the doors locked from the outside. Seraph’s condense drive core was on Slipper’s desk, along with Glen’s omnigadget and a note.
Aegis engineer,
Incoming tractor beams have been disabled. No one’s coming for you.
Get to work.
-Seraph
Glen’s heart sank. And he got to work.
As he fidgeted with the core, his sight got worse. He tried to focus his eyes, to clear away the pale double that was splitting from the core – but when it only worsened, Glen put the core down and pressed his hands against his eyes.
“Ugh…” he moaned. “Aegis Medical Bay, reduce all lights to 5 percent.” The lights dimmed.
Glen lowered his head and rubbed his temples. His head ached – but that’s what happens when you’re hit with a sonic weapon right in the forehead.
For a few moments, Glen allowed himself some respite, some self-pity. But then his face grew solemn.
No one’s coming for you, Glen reminded himself. You’ve got to play along.
Glen cleared his throat. “Aegis Medical Bay,” he said, “raise triage lights to 20 percent, and raise desk lights to 80 percent.” The craft responded to his command.
Glen picked up his omnigadget. He picked up the core. And with a sigh, he squinted and got back to work.
#whumptober2022#no.16#no one's coming#oc#fic#whump#headache#blurry vision#space intern ocs#glen ptahfi
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WHUMPTOBER 2022
No. 15 EMOTIONAL DAMAGE
Lies | New Scars | Breathing through the Pain
(Space Interns Masterpost)
(Part 1)
“Guys, they came here! They’re armed! They’re –“
Glen’s voice cut off. His line went dead.
Blare opened her line. “Glen, are you there?” she demanded. No answer. “Glen, respond!”
They waited. Nothing but silence answered. Blare exchanged a look with Slipper; she heard a low growl in the physician’s throat.
“We need to get back over there,” Tabby said.
“How?” Brando countered. “Do you know anything about how this craft works?”
Then a voice came from their speaker. “Crew of Aegis, this is Seraph helmswoman Jede.”
Blare opened the line. “Where’s Glen?” she growled.
“Relax, Aegis, he’s fine,” said Jede.
“I don’t believe that for a second,” Tabby snarled from behind Blare. Brando nodded agreement.
Blare opened the line. “You’re lying,” she said.
“Maybe,” Jede said smugly. “What are you going to do about it?”
“What do you want?” Blare asked.
“We’ve already got it: an engineer.”
Blare frowned. “Why ours?” she asked. “Why not one of your own?”
Jede didn’t answer right away. “Check the brig,” she said eventually. “You’ll get all the answers you need there.”
From the sound of Tabby’s scoff, she didn’t like that answer. Blare opened the line and said, “We’re not going anywhere until we talk to Glen, first.”
"You’re aboard a UCD. I suggest you do what you’re told instead of pressing your luck.” Then the line went dead.
Blare opened the line. “Jede,” she said. There was no reply. She pursed her lips. She looked at Slipper, whose tail was flicking back and forth.
“What do we do?” Brando asked from behind them.
Blare had the same question. But she knew it was her job, as helmswoman, to answer it. She opened their line again. “Glen,” she said, “hang tight. We’re going to fix this.” Then she closed the line, turned to her crew, and said, “Let’s head for the brig.”
“You know where that is?” Tabby asked.
“Yes,” Blare said, leading the way. “This is a five-floor craft. It’s one floor above us.”
The others followed Blare out of the tractor beam bay, and they emerged into the dimly lit hall. The only lights were the red strips running along the baseboard. Blare walked to the rounded staircase at the windows and headed up.
As they ascended the staircase, Blare couldn’t help but cast a glance out the window. She could see Aegis. Her heart clenched.
On the next floor, she led them towards the center. The brig door was stuck open halfway.
“I smell blood,” Slipper said.
The hairs on the back of Blare’s neck raised. She swallowed. Then she stepped through the parted doors.
It was a round room with ten beds. Though there were no visible walls, the low hum of electricity told Blare that one of the forcefields was activated.
“Aegis…I’m guessing?”
They all jumped and turned sharply at the voice. Blare’s heart was pounding in her throat as she peered through the gloom. There was someone lying in bed in one of the cells.
He wore the same uniform boots and pants as they did, but he’d removed his shirt. His side was bandaged, but the bandages were soaked. Blood dropped from the bed onto a pool on the floor. He had a bruise over the half of his face that they could see.
Slipper’s frills spread. No doubt the physician’s instinct was to rush to the injured man’s side.
Blare held a hand out to bar Slipper from moving. It might be a trap. “Who are you?” she asked.
“Engo.” The man’s voice was hoarse.
“The blood’s his own,” Slipper whispered to Blare. “I can sense his vitals. He is no threat.”
Blare furrowed her brow. She lowered her hand and Slipper hurried to the forcefield. Blare, Tabby, and Brando followed closely. Blare saw that the panel was already unlocked and hit the key to shut off power. The humming electricity stopped, and Slipper rushed to Engo’s side.
Slipper muttered to himself as he started to peel back bandages. Then he raised his voice. “How did this happen?” he asked.
“Bit by a…star dog,” Engo rasped.
Slipper curled his lip. “You’re lying,” he said. “I smell burned flesh.”
Blare’s stomach rolled. She swallowed back her disgust and forced out an even voice. “You lie as easily as your helmswoman,” she said. Engo’s face relaxed, like the thought comforted him. “Jede said that we’d find our answers here. Well? What’s going on?”
Engo opened his glassy eyes and met Blare’s gaze. He spoke in slow exhales. “Half of our crew is dead.”
Blare heard Brando give a slight gasp. She felt like her blood had iced over.
“You can go ahead and…check the Med Bay,” Engo continued. He licked his dry lips. “Because they’re all there. What’s…what’s left of them, anyway.”
“You’re lying,” Blare said. It had to be another lie - but she didn’t like how sincerely Engo had spoken.
“Go ahead…check,” Engo suggested.
“Blare,” said Tabby. “I’ll go.”
“I’ll go with you,” Brando offered.
“No,” Tabby insisted. “Only one person needs to see it. I can do it.”
Blare closed her eyes. “Okay,” she said. “Stay on comm the whole time, though.”
Tabby tapped her chest and opened the comm line. “You’ve got it,” she said, her voice echoing both in the brig and in Blare’s head. “Where is it?”
“Next floor up,” Blare said. Tabby nodded and left the brig.
Engo rested his head back on his pillow. A tear rolled down his bruised face. Minutes passed. Slipper cleaned and dressed the wound in silence.
And finally, they heard Tabby’s voice in their heads.
“Blare, I’m at the Med Bay,” she said softly. “It’s not a lie.”
#whumptober2022#no.15#lies#oc#fic#whump#space intern ocs#blare minervas#slipper hecatezen#brando dihonos#tabby nic'hel#glen ptahfi#seraph engo
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