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whumptember · 11 months ago

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2024 Prompt List

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Main Prompts

1. "Don't leave me." chains | failed escape attempt | abandoned building

2. "I can't do this alone." dried blood | begging for help | caretaker's front door

3. "You're my last chance." rusted metal | enemies teaming up | returning home

4. "Don't make me go back." white knuckles | used as bait | ballroom

5. "You've hurt them for the last time." slamming door | rescue | whumper's basement

6. "I never want to see your face here again." torn mask | reluctant villain | hero's headquarters

7. "Let me take care of you!" damp rag | whumpee turned caretaker | bathroom

8. "You'll never see me again." packed bag | secrets revealed | doorway

9. "What did they do to you?" bloodied clothes | homecoming | hospital reunion

10. "I need your help." breaking voice | secret intentions | villain's base

11. "One last favor, then I"ll leave you alone." knife | sacrificing themself | sacred ground

12. "Why did you do it?" new gravestone | confronting whumper | cemetery

13. "I never looked back, and I regret it every day." cracked foundation | city in ruin | middle of the road

14. "You changed my life. not for the better. Now I get to return the favor." blindfold | payback | abandoned warehouse

15. "I'm never going to let you go." silk ribbon | intimate whumper | whumper's bed

16. "What happened to you?" new clothes | recapture | whumpee's old room

17. "This wasn't the deal!" torn contract | betrayed | in the middle of the woods

18. "You're never going to see them again." letter on whumpee's pillow | disappeared in the night | caretaker's apartment

19. "Take me instead!" cloth gag | caretaker turned whumpee | getaway car

20. "I'm always going to be with you." worn letter | mourning | caretaker's bed

21. "I'm not okay." bruised skin | begging for help | hero's doorstep

22. "We have to go back and save them! They'd do the same for us!" drag marks | taken hostage | battleground

23. "You're nothing without me." invisible restraints | hero whumper | basement

24. "Change my mind, tell me why I'm wrong and I'll turn back and undo everything I've done." split lip | hero in the wrong | edge of a roof

25. "Stop it! You're going to kill them!" blood spattered wall | ambush | villain's home

26. "Let them go." blindfold and gag | ransom demand | undisclosed location

27. "Don't forget about me, alright?" packed bag | leaving home | secret destination

28. "I was supposed to save the world." shackled ankles | accidental villain | jail cell

29. "You're a child, go home now and I won't come after you. But if you stay and fight, I won't hold back." hand-made mask | villain mentor | bank vault

30. "What did I say about breaking the rules?" ruler stick | young whumpee | on their knees

Alternate Prompts

1. "You lied to them." 2. Broken wrist 3. "I've done things I can't even think about anymore." 4. Whispered apology 5. "You're coming back, right?" 6. Curled into a ball 7. "You make me feel like I can forget all the bad things." 8. Chained to a car 9. "This is just the beginning." 10. Villain whumpee 11. "Oh, come on, you can take more than that!" 12. Begging 13. "Don't make me."

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year-of-whump-tropes · 6 months ago

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Here's the tentative list for the first month! It may change a little as I finish the rest of the final prompts list, but it's something to start with at least. And I won't be picky about it if you create for the prompts as they are now instead of the finalized version given how late I'm finishing things.

January: Living Weapon Whump

Week 1: Dehumanization

Day 1:

Weapon name/number/designation

What was your first experience with whump?

Day 2:

Skill presentation

“Keep your dog on a leash”

Day 3:

Treated like an object

What kind of living weapon whumpee most appeals to you?

Day 4:

Transported as cargo

“It’s not like it’s a person”

Day 5:

Assessment

What kind of dehumanization do you find most fun as a trope?

Day 6:

Self-dehumanization

“Just leave it.”

Day 7:

Maintenance

Not being acknowledged

Week 2: Emotion removal/repression

Day 1:

Emotionless

Going through the motions

Day 2:

Breaking down

“Are you okay?” “I have not sustained any damage.” “I meant like…emotionally.”

Day 3:

Silent tears

Attack dog living weapon or killing machine living weapon? Why?

Day 4:

Leaning into conditioning to escape the pain

“Weapons don’t have feelings”

Day 5:

Detached

What part of living weapon whump most appeals to you?

Day 6:

Unsure how to feel

“Something’s wrong.”

Day 7:

Malfunction

"It's better this way"

Week 3: Orders and obedience

Day 1:

Blind obedience

Mission

Day 2:

Target practice

“You’re a weapon, aren’t you? So fire.”

Day 3:

Killing on command

What’s the most challenging kind of character to write?

Day 4:

Contract(s)

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Day 5:

Unreasonable orders

What’s your favorite setting for living weapon whump?

Day 6:

Chain of command

“You have your orders.”

Day 7:

Reluctant obedience

“You're not meant to think, you're meant to do as you're told”

Week 4: Defiance

Day 1:

First assignment

“Never.”

Day 2:

Refusing to do harm

“Don’t touch me!”

Day 3:

Desertion

Would you be defiant or compliant as a whumpee?

Day 4:

Re-conditioning/going back to training

“Struggle all you want.”

Day 5:

Turning against handler

What kind of handler do you enjoy most in living weapon whump?

Day 6:

Malicious compliance

“It’s useless to resist.”

Day 7:

Made an example

Inciting rebellion

(discussion prompts are italicized, dialogue prompts are in quotes, trope prompts are plain) (prompt fills will not be reblogged before 2025)

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whumpsday · 1 year ago

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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!

#whump event #whump challenge #whump community #whump #whump prompt #whump prompts #conflict whump challenge #conflictwhumpchallenge

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juneofdoom · 16 days ago

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#juneofdoom #june of doom #june of doom 2025 #mod post #whump challenge #whump community #whump stuff #whump prompts #whump things #whump meme #whump writing #whump #whumblr #we ride at dawn #elmo meme

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whumpthemusical · 2 years ago

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Whump: The Musical Prompts!!

As stated before, this challenge will run from March 1- March 31, 2024. All fandoms are welcome to participate despite it being prompts based off of musicals. Once again, all types of media are allowed. This challenge has the standard "choose one for the day" style, but feel free to do all three prompts if that's what you want to do!! All types of whump are allowed, but please be respectful to your fellow audience members and properly tag it!! Some of these prompts are sensitive, so make sure you warn your readers correctly! There will be an ao3 collection and an FAQ post coming soon, so if you have any further questions or comments about this challenge, feel free to drop me a line. Happy writing, my beautiful ingénues, and enjoy the show :)))

The prompts will be listed under the cut for those who have difficulty reading fonts!!

Cats- Sabotage • Second Chances • "I Can Dream Of The Old Days."

Wicked- Mob Mentality • Propaganda • "No Good Deed Goes Unpunished."

Jesus Christ Superstar- Whipping • Betrayal • "Then I Was Inspired, Now I'm Sad And Tired."

Les Mis- Survivor's Guilt • Failure • "Drink With Me To Days Gone By."

Heathers- Poison • Reluctant Whumper • "Wanna fight for me?"

Newsies- Chronic Pain • Exploitation • "Let 'Em Laugh In My Face, I Don't Care."

The Last Five Years- Infidelity • Gaslighting • "I Will Not Lose Because You Can't WIn."

Hadestown- Deals • Doomed Narrative • "Doubt Comes In."

Sweeney Todd- False Imprisonment • Razors • "Have You Decided It's Safer In Cages?"

Rent- Substance Abuse • Poverty • "Feels Too Much Damn Like Home."

Bare: A Pop Opera- Outing • Religious Trauma • "Please, See Me."

Waitress- Unplanned Pregnancy • Abuse • "She Is Broken And Won't Ask For Help."

Tick Tick Boom- Atychiphobia • Working To Exhaustion • "Is This Real Life?"

Dear Evan Hansen- Deception • Broken Bone • "Words Fail."

West Side Story- Star-Crossed Lovers • Prejudices • "A Boy Who Kills Cannot Love."

Come From Away- Stranded • Aftermath • "Blankets And Bedding And Maybe Some Food."

Spring Awakening- Withheld Information • Suicide • "I Don't Scream, Though I Know It's Wrong."

Hamilton- Hurricane • Dueling • "I Will Kill Your Friends And Family To Remind You Of My Love."

Falsettos- Sickness • Identity Issues • "Death Is Not A Friend."

Into The Woods- Blame • Lost • "Nothing But A Vast Midnight."

The Great Comet- Abduction • Letters • "Did You Love That Bad Man?"

In The Heights- Grief • Homesickness • "I Know That I'm Letting You Down."

Be More Chill- Mind Manipulation • Panic Attack • "Everything About Me Makes Me Want To Die."

Moulin Rouge- Class Differences • Sex Work • "Come What May."

Chicago- Cold Blood • Trial • "He Had It Coming."

Six- Execution • Trauma Bonding • "Playtime's Over."

Ride The Cyclone- Unexpected Tragedy • Forgotten Whumpee • "I Hear The Anguish Of The Street."

The Rocky Horror Show- Obsession • Wrong Place, Wrong Time • "I've Seen Blue Skies Through The Tears."

Nerdy Prudes Must Die- Bullying • Ritual • "Who Will Pray For You?"

Jekyll And Hyde- Duality • Good Vs Evil • "If I Die, You'll Die."

Phantom Of The Opera- Disfiguration • Shunned • "My Power Over You Grows Stronger Yet."

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oros-ash3s · 4 months ago

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＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⋆ Febuwhump 2025 ⋆˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊

Day 3 || “Pinned Down”

Exhaustion was wearing him thin.

With the drugs coursing through his veins, slowly working its way through his bloodstream, turning his limbs to lead, and his battered, bloody body, which was screaming to give up, Atlas was sure it was a miracle he was still conscious, even if barely so. Any lesser soldier would have collapsed within seconds. He was lucky, so goddamned lucky, that the drugs had only begun to take effect as the car pulled out of the alleyway.

He couldn’t keep this up much longer.

As the darkened streets of the pitch-black night passed by, his eyelids growing heavier for every minute that ticked past, Atlas knew that he was running out of time. His breathing was slowing, breaths coming out ragged and heavy. His body was giving up, the blood loss and drugs finally taking hold. He knew it was only moments before his eyelids fluttered closed for the final time, and he was lost to Eden’s clutches.

He and the man across from him both knew it.

Atlas had never officially met the man before, prior to this night. He was sure they had run into each other, or at least almost had, in one of the many circumstances he and Wren had just barely missed capture in their haste. From the uniform he was wearing, the familiar black material with jade accents, the insignia of an eye resting just above his heart, Atlas knew exactly who he was. One of Eden’s commanders.

And he had fallen right into his trap.

This mission had been intended to be a short one. It wasn’t one of their high-scale raids, with days of planning and carefully-chosen volunteers. No, it had been only the three of them: Him, Wren, and Alastair. They’d gone to one of Eden’s more low-security locations, a human building on the west-side of downtown. They’d blended in, snuck a bit of information and files out, and been done with it. There were no injuries to worry about, no attacks or pursuits they had to avoid. None of the usual issues to leave him distracted.

He would’ve been fine – should’ve been fine.

But Alastair came with them last minute, and he’d been pissed. Pissed because they weren’t partners anymore and Wren was still treating him like one, pissed because they hadn’t even bothered to tell him, just dumped Alastair on him as they were leaving, like they got to make all the decisions. Like his voice didn’t count. He’d been pissed because Alastair was a lying, conniving, traitorous piece of shit and he wasn’t about to be used. Not again.

So he’d gotten distracted, too wrapped up in how Alastair was sitting next to him all timid and nervous like Atlas was the one that had fucked things over, like Atlas was the one that had tried to sell them all out to their sworn enemy, the very man who had been hunting them down for months. The man who had burned him, and who was a drunk, and a murderer, and evil, and Alastair’s secret brother–

So when they set up camp, Wren declaring they were too tired to make the hour drive back to the base, Atlas hadn’t taken all the proper precautions like he usually would’ve, reminding them to set up an illusion. He hadn’t marched around the perimeter of their camp, checking their surroundings for anything suspicious, watching for any figures in the shadows, hidden perched on rooftops. He hadn’t noticed the cameras positioned above the van, or the odd silence that had settled over the street. He had been too angry for any of it, all of his attention set on Alastair’s slumped over figure, as he pathetically tried to make small talk, as if his weak attempts at conversation, the flitting little glances, eyes begging for forgiveness, would make anything better.

He’d let his emotions control him. It was what he had been trained against, what they had warned him about. Soldiers didn’t have emotions. They didn’t have thoughts or opinions or feelings. It was what made them weak, what made them useless. He had spent so many years of his life dedicating himself to it, ridding the weaknesses that had been ingrained into his brain, pushing down every little emotion that slowed and held him back from his true goal, his mission. And yet, still, his emotions had been his very downfall.

And now he found himself inside the sleek black van of Eden’s own, two men flanking his sides, pressing him down into the seat, their grip strong as iron as the sedatives slowly took control over his brain.

His eyes fluttered shut for the millionth time in the past minute, and Atlas sucked in a sharp breath, flexing his fingers. All rational thought had been lost long ago, left in the alleyway with the rest of his dignity. Nonsensical plans swirled through his head, each new one worse than the last. He was growing weaker by the second, the borrowed strength stolen from Wren and Alastair fading from his muscles the farther the car travelled.

The farther they left them behind.

He grunted, squirming from under his captors pathetically. They didn’t give up, their grip on his arms only tightening at his defiance.

The man from across from him sighed, straightening up in his seat with a wince. To his credit, Atlas had not gone down without a fight. The blood smeared across the man’s crisply ironed suit was evident of that. The sight of the broken nose and red caked to the side of his face brought a boost of satisfaction surging through Atlas, distracting him from his own injuries, if only for a second. The fact that the man wouldn’t be able to show his face to the general public until his nose healed, lest rumours start about one of the esteemed CEO’s of the kindly Eden Inc., almost made the capture worth it. Almost.

“Still up, huh?” He leaned forward in his seat, the streetlights from outside illuminating his face, causing the dangerous flicker in his eyes to be all the more unsettling. Atlas vaguely remembered him from the many lectures, photographs, and history textbooks he had read during his rather uneventful years at the warehouse. The face of Eden. Sasha Beneš. From the prim and proper suit, voice as smooth as velvet, and chiselled good looks, he was sure that the man in front of him was the current leader of the media branch, involved in all the politics and communications that came with running a widely known corporation such as Eden. Although he looked a little different with his nose so busted, his usually swoopy blond hair in a disarray from the scuffle.

The man didn’t seem to be bothered by Atlas’ lack of response. If anything, he was amused, chuckling softly to himself as the boy did nothing but glare through half-lidded eyes, gaze alight with hatred. “Forgot you soldier-types are all trained to resist this sort of stuff,” Sasha muttered, reaching across the seat for something Atlas couldn’t make out. “God, Cato needs to lay off you brats a bit, you’re all too invincible for your own good. That woman doesn’t ever know when to take a fucking break.” He huffed out a breath of annoyance, turning back to Atlas, his eyes gleaming, shadows cutting sharp edges across his face. A beat of silence passing through the van, he held up the item for the boy to see: A vial of swirling milky-white liquid, a needle tip at the very end of it.

Atlas’ blood froze, the restraints around him suddenly suffocating.

“Don’t try and resist, kid,” Sasha cracked a grin, looming closer. “There’s no use.”

Atlas sucked in a sharp breath, opening his mouth, to beg for mercy or tell the man to go fuck himself, he wasn’t sure. But his tongue was suddenly stuck at the back of his throat, the words gone before they could even leave his mouth. All struggle was just met with more force, pushing him down into the seat. It was smooth leather, well-cushioned and comfortable, but right now, it was the last thing Atlas needed. He blinked hard, pushing back the waves of exhaustion that were rolling over him, telling him to sleep, to give up.

Wren and Alastair. He needed to get out and find Wren and Alastair–

Sasha pushed back his hair, fingers brushing against the soft crook of his neck. Atlas shuddered, every instinct inside his body telling him to fight, to defy him, but with the weight on his legs and arms, pinning him to the seat, he was completely and utterly trapped.

“You belong to Eden, Zieliński. Don’t forget that.” Sasha whispered, his breath hot against Atlas’ skin. He raised the needle, the tip pricking against his skin, sending Atlas into a paralyzing panic. He had to get out–

“Sweet dreams.”

Sasha stabbed the needle into his neck and everything went black.

I initially had a much different scene planned for this prompt, but when I sat down to write this one I wasn’t really feeling it, so I came up with this instead!! I kinda like it better, tbh. but who knows, maybe I’ll write the other one (featuring post-Elite Atlas), after this whole challenge is over……

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whumperwithwings · 6 months ago

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Whumpcember 2024 Day 9

9: Shaking

Whumpee catapulted up from where they laid on the bed, the nightmare of the past still lingering on their mind as they wrapped their arms around themselves, shivering in the chilly night air. A vision of Whumper was tormenting them, their scars aching with a pain they could still remember from all those years ago.

Whumpee couldn't see the world around them, couldn't see Caretaker bolting inside and wrapping their arms around them. All that Whumpee could see was Whumper, somehow back to torment them again.

#whump #whumpblr #whump blog #writers on tumblr #writing #whump community #whump prompt #whump writing #whumpee #whump scenario #whumpcember24 #whumpcember #whumpcember2024 #whump challenge #whump caretaker

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amonthofwhump · 2 years ago

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It's that time of year again! AMonthOfWhump's Winter Whumperland event runs from December 1-12, with a collection of prompts for your inspiration each day. To participate, create in any medium and share your works on Tumblr. Use the event tags or @ us in your post to get reblogged here. Prompt list transcript, tagging info, and a free-to-use post header under the cut.

1: Santa Claus

Claustrophobia

Forced Celebration

Panic Attack

Comfort: Secret Santa Exchange

2: Krampus

Sensory Overload

Temptation

Whipping

Comfort: Decorating Cookies

3: George Bailey

"We've lost everything we have."

Disowned

Drowning

Comfort: Christmas Market

4: The Grinch

Sedatives

Blackmail

Yandere Whumper

Comfort: Ugly Sweater Party

5: Ebenezer Scrooge

Power Outage

Time Loop

Overworked Whumpee

Comfort: Snuggling by the Fire

6: Jack Frost

Post-apocalyptic Winter

Amnesia

Comfort turned to Fear

Comfort: Snowball Fight

7: Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer

Inhuman Whumpee

Exile

Self-sacrifice

Comfort: You’re Not Alone

8: John Mclane

Held Hostage

Russian Roulette

Forced to Watch

Comfort: Rescue

9: Jólakötturinn

Feral Whumpee

Left Behind

Collared

Comfort: Wiping the Other’s Tears Away

10: Tio de Nadal

Conditioning

Left to Die

Final Countdown

Comfort: Holiday Traditions

11: The Yule Goat

Branding

Stitches

Public Whump

Comfort: Trimming the Tree

12: Elf on the Shelf

Trapped

Bedside Vigil

Used as bait

Comfort: Mistletoe (or avoiding it)

Event Tags: #amow winter whumperland 2023, #day1, #claustrophobia, (tag the prompt you're using)

And lastly, here is a post header to use for the event if you like. Happy whumping!

#whump event #amow winter whumperland 2023 #whump prompt list #whump challenge #whump community

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may-lancholy · 2 months ago

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These prompts are looking real good rn...

#monthly writing challenge #monthly writing prompts #whump #maylancholy #maylancholy 2025 #writing challenge #angst #writing #may 2025 #whump community #whump writing #whump challenge #whump prompt

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starryybrained · 8 months ago

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Guess who made up a birthday whump event bc there are no whump events for November and that is coincidentally when my birthday is (ME!! I DID!!!)

I literally just made this in gdocs too HWJAHAH

(The last day is my bday btw :3)

Text vers. of prompts under the cut

Nov 1-10: N/A – Plan out/work on prompts

Nov 11: Recapture / Addiction / Comfort

Nov 12: Stress / Blade / Rain

Nov 13: Gore / Bite / Shriek

Nov 14: Prepared to die / Sick / Pet

Nov 15: Paranoia / Transformation / Sacrifice

Nov 16: Unreality / Weak / Betrayal

Nov 17: Ritual / Restraints / Grit

Nov 18: Dream / Taunt / Branding

Nov 19: Apocalypse / Hunger / Humiliation

Nov 20: Number / Drugged / Collection

ALTS.

Scars | Manhandling | Protective | Night

Hiding | Amputation | Bloodlust | Hanahaki

Crying | Self harm | Lost | Nausea

#whump #whumplr #whumpblr #whump event #whump challenge #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump prompt list #elecs birthday whump

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year-of-whump-tropes · 12 days ago

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Here is the list for July!

July: Captivity

Week 1: Tied up/restraints

Day 1:

Tied up

Straightjacket

Day 2:

Chained

"Nice and snug."

Day 3:

Dungeon

What are some of your favorite things about whump?

Day 4:

Hanging from the ceiling

"Can't have you getting out."

Day 5:

Unconventional restraints

What’s your favorite way to restrain a whumpee?

Day 6:

Chafing

“You look so pretty tied up like that.”

Day 7:

Bound to a chair

Bound to a wall

Week 2: Sensory tortures/restrictions

Day 1:

Darkness/blindfold

Headphones/earplugs

Day 2:

Isolation/solitary confinement

"Make it stop."

Day 3:

White room torture

What torture would be most effective against your character(s)?

Day 4:

Silent treatment

“It’s not real.”

Day 5:

Sensory bombardment/overload

Deprivation or overload? Why?

Day 6:

Sensory deprivation

“Please…”

Day 7:

Sound

Lights

Week 3: Torture/abuse

Day 1:

Left to the elements

“This will teach you.”

Day 2:

Threats

“It’ll be worse if you watch”

Day 3:

Starvation

How would your characters respond differently to torture?

Day 4:

Whipping

"Why, you—!"

Day 5:

Abusive language

Who’s your most abusive or cruel character?

Day 6:

Drowning/waterboarding

“How long can you hold your breath?”

Day 7:

Breaking bones

Hitting

Week 4: Possessive whumper

Day 1:

Grabbing

“No one gets you but me.”

Day 2:

Failed escape

“I told you to leave that on.”

Day 3:

Multiple whumpers

What’s your favorite kind of whumper?

Day 4:

Stalking

“Now everyone will know you’re mine”

Day 5:

Jealous behavior

Who’s your favorite character to whump?

Day 6:

Treated as property

“Who else could make you feel this way?”

Day 7:

Multiple whumpees

“You belong to me”

#whump event #whump prompts #whump challenge #whump #writing challenge #whump writing #whump prompt

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watermelons-whump-game · 1 year ago

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The Challenge

I've enjoyed whump for as long as I can remember, when I was a kid I rewatched my favourite scenes in movies and reread the whumpiest parts of books I liked, later on I discovered listening to music and watching music videos and such to scratch that itch in my brain. I've been collecting whumpy songs (lyrics, lines and videos) since 2020, and the list just keeps growing, and now that I finally organised it, I thought I'd share it in the most fun format I could think of; the challenge was born, in a format that suits my personal quirks the best, which I hope you'll find to be easy to work with.

The format

You can join the challenge in two ways:

Prompt List

Get What You Get

Prompt list: 13 songs, each assigned 1 to 3 tropes, the format resembles a bingo

Get what you get: 1 song with it's assigned trope(s)

How to participate

Send a PM/ask

Choose if you want a list or a song

I'll send you the prompts ;)

Post your work

I'll reblog it here

I'm open for requests as well, for that send me a number between 1-100 and I'll write something for the song with that number on my list.

Rules

Have fun with writing!

Use the title of the song as the title

There is no minimum word count or a time restriction

Tag this account in your work @watermelons-whump-game

Use the tags #MusicWhumpGame and #MusicWhumpList or #MusicWhumpGWYG

Important Info

Using any of the tropes is optional, up to you if you use all, some, one or none/song (im saying this for like heavier tropes specifically or personal squicks, otherwise the challange is in using them all ;))

There are explicit/suggestive songs and tropes on the list, writing NSFW/noncon scenes is allowed, but it needs to be tagged appropriately as such!

Songs with gory/NSFW lyrics will be indicated by being written in red, if you want to avoid these on your list lmk

The List will look like this:

Songs and artists can be found in the image description!

The GWYG looks like this:

Tagging those, who said they were interested:

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macknus · 4 months ago

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Febuwhump: Day One

Prompt: Vocal cords

Febuwhump Master-post

TW: steamy kissing? Not really but just in case, non-con body modification, body modification, non-con vocal chord removal implied, obsessive love

“Dun, dun, reconnaissance mission, baum, baum, we’re sneaking around—”

Rogue tightened her hand on her dagger as they walked.

“Badum, dum, we’re spying on bad guys, bum, bum and we won’t get caught. Because we’re too damn skil—”

“Whumpee!” Rogue hissed, grabbing the youngest member of their team and slammed them against the nearest wall. Her eyes blazing as they stared into Whumpee’s wide eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you? Stop fucking singing on missions!”

Whumpee blinked, blushed and opened their mouth, but closed it again. They sagged under Rogue’s hand. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

“Good.”

*~*~*~*~*

“Well?” Leader asked when Rogue and Whumpee walked back into base. “What did you learn?”

“Supervillain recruited Fire Vigilante to her cause,” Rogue said.

Right hand paled. “What?”

Whumpee grinned, a lollipop hanging from their lips which they popped out to say, “you know, that girl who’s on fire! That girl who’s on fire-re-romf.”

Rogue slammed the lollipop back into Whumpee’s singing lips with a snarl. Leader blinked between the pair. They frowned and lifted their finger to point at the lollipop.

“Did you get them that to—”

“It was the only thing that would shut them the fuck up,” Rogue growled. “How about next time, you don’t send me on a stealth mission with someone who knows a song for every single fucking word in the dictionary.”

Whumpee glanced between the pair with wide eyes. “I don’t know a song with the word dictionary.”

Leader had to physically restrain Rogue from jumping at Whumpee who grinned like a cheshire cat. “Rogue, come on. You know you love me. You and me, me and you, the both of us together!”

“I swear to god, Whumpee, that will be the last lollipop I ever buy you if you don’t leave me alone for two days. That’s all I ask! Two days of silence, and no fucking singing!”

Whumpee paused, considering. “Deal. No singing for two days.”

Right hand nudged Medic who stood in the corner like a ghost. “I bet Whumpee can’t go twelve hours.”

Medic smiled, a cold thing. “I’ll take that bet.”

Whumpee opened their mouth to sing Bet on me, from high school musical, but restrained themselves. They could do this. They could not sing for 48 hours. It would be easy.

So easy.

Whumpee coughed as Rogue turned. Her spine stiffened. “What, Whumpee?”

“Does humming count?”

Rogue didn’t answer before she walked away. Whumpee blinked after her, eyes going to Leader. “Is that a yes or a no?”

*~*~*~*~*

Later, Leader found Rogue in her room, laying on her bed, texting on her phone. “Hey, you okay?”

Rogue slid her eyes to Leader. “Yeah. I’m fine. Whumpee just… they just get under my skin.”

“I know,” Leader said. “I’m sorry. I’ll put you on different assignments from now on.”

Rogue sat up a little. “You don’t have to—”

Leader smiled. “Please, let Whumpee and Right hand talk the ears off each other and leave the rest of us in peace for once.”

Rogue laughed. “Okay. Thank you Leader.”

Leader nodded. They glanced slyly at the phone. “Are you texting Lover?”

Rogue’s face went tulip red. She put a hand to her blushing cheek as if to hide it. “No,” she said a little too quickly. “That’s none of your business!” Leader laughed. Rogue threw a pillow at them which Leader caught and threw back.

“How long has it been now?”

“Almost a year.” Leader smiled.

“Have fun,” they said and were gone. Rogue smiled at the door, then back at her phone when she saw Lover had replied.

*~*~*~*~*

“Why isn’t Rogue coming?” Right Hand asked, folding their arms over their chest.

Leader smiled. “Because, she will be going out with Lover so it’s just the four of us for this mission.”

“What is love?! Baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more,” Whumpee sang, and this time Rogue actually smiled and rolled her eyes instead of telling Whumpee to shut up.

“Whatever,” she grumbled, but couldn’t hide her smile very well.

*~*~*~*~*

Lover picked Rogue up from the base who was dressed in a flowing red gown, fancy enough for the dinner and the surprise that Lover had prepared afterwards for her. She thanked Medic for helping her with her hair and smiled at Leader as she left, waving back at her family, her team mates, as she let Lover lead her away.

Her newest member of her family.

Maybe.

If all went well.

Lover stopped outside the fanciest restaurant in the city. Rogue looked at him, eyes wide. Lover was rich, that was no shock to Rogue, he had taken after his father and worked in his father’s business. A legacy with a heart of gold. Truly unique.

“Lover…” she trailed off, unsure about the finery of this place. She was scared she would reveal herself to be too brutish, too muscled, too out for her depth, that it would be written all over her face and body.

Lover leaned over the gearbox and caught her chin between his fingers before pressing a tender kiss to her lips. “You deserve the best, Rogue,” he said kindly, his eyes shining. “You deserve better than the best, and I want to show you how much you mean to me tonight. Let me spoil you.”

Rogue blushed. She would have been happy with McDonald’s, but she nodded. Lover got out of the car and handed the keys to a valet before opening her door. Her phone buzzed in her bag but she ignored as she took his hand and followed him into the restaurant.

They laughed and drank and Rogue had to stifle a few moans of pleasure from how delicious the food was. Lover smiled his perfect smile over the table at Rogue and lifted his glass to her. “To many more years together, Rogue, you truly are something special. Probably the best person I’ve ever known.”

“Lover,” Rogue whispered bashful, hiding her face in her hands.

“You are so precious to me,” Lover whispered back. The love in his eyes was too much and too wonderful to be turned on her. “You are badass, and strong, and beautiful.”

“Lover,” she hissed, glancing around the restaurant to see if anyone heard. Lover grabbed her hand across the table, the heat of his hand going straight to her heart and shortening her breath.

“I love you,” Lover said. “And I want to show you how much after we finish this bottle.”

Rogue’s entire face went red. Her mind went to all the things Lover meant by that, her mind going to his delightful bed and his lips. As if he could read her mind, Lover smirked at her over the rim of his glass.

They got the check and went back to Lover’s car.

Lover drove smoothly, passing through the city that Rogue loved with all of her heart. The city she would happily give her life to defend. But Lover drove past the turn to his apartment. Rogue glanced at him in question and he smiled.

“We’re going to the Manor house tonight,” he told her with a twinkle in his eyes.

Rogue smirked at him. “Is that where my surprise is?”

“Now that would be telling,” Lover told her with a grin. Rogue sat back against the seat and hummed.

“So mysterious,” she murmured with a smile on her face. She could barely contain her curiosity, her excitement at how secret Lover had kept this surprise from her. It made a knot in her stomach that pulsed and pounded pleasantly as they drove from the city to the outskirts.

Millionaire’s Row as Right Hand called it once. Rogue couldn’t help but agree as they pulled along the road. It wasn’t just manors, it was full estates with gates and grounds and long stretches of road between each estate. They didn’t pass one for ten minutes as Lover pulled into the one at the end of a road.

Rogue couldn’t hold in her gasp as they drove another five minutes and finally Lover’s “Manor house” came into view. “What the fuck?” She whispered as they drove up the tree lined avenue and rounded a fountain to park in front of the steps leading up to the— “this is a castle,” Rogue said. “Not a house.”

Lover chuckled. “If you say so.”

Lover was around the car and opening Rogue’s door before she could fully comprehend his speed, the wine making her warm and fuzzy and honest. She smiled at Lover as he leaned down and kissed her again.

“God you’re so beautiful in red,” he muttered against her lips. Then he took her hand and they were giggling up the steps, running up them like teenagers. The moment Lover opened the door Rogue pushed him in and slammed him against the wall, leaning up to slam her mouth against his, lipstick be damned.

Lover laughed, kissed her back just as desperate. Just as passionate. When Rogue trailed her hands down his chest Lover grabbed her wrists with a frustrated smile.

“No, we can’t. You have to let me show you your surprise before we continue to dessert,” he said, biting her lip as he kissed her.

Rogue smiled up at him. “Okay, fine. Quickly.”

“So impatient,” Lover chastised as he took her hand and led her through the double doors into the ballroom.

“Holy—”

“I’ll give you a tour tomorrow,” he said as he turned left and went out a door and a hall that led to a set of steps. Rogue halted them at the top of the stairs. Lover glanced back at her, eyes gleaming.

“What?”

“Downstairs, in these heels?” Rogue shook her head and started to undo the straps, slipping them off and leaving them at the top of the steps as she followed him down.

“Are you taking me to a dungeon?” She joked as he led her down and down and down. Lover chuckled.

“It’s the old wine and food storage. They had to dig down into the earth to keep everything cool before fridges.”

Rogue smile lazily. “Wow, history. So sexy.”

“And here we are,” Lover announced as the stairs opened up into an expansive stone chamber. It was cold down here, which made sense from what Lover said. Noticing her chill, Lover took his suit jacket off and slung it around Rogue’s shoulders. She bundled into the warmth as he left her side. “Ready?” He asked.

Rogue blinked into the darkness then hissed as bright lights burned her eyes. She raised a hand to stop the glare and waited for her eyes to adjust. She only let her senses wander then as her eyes adjusted, she could smell it; blood.

It curdled the pleasant knot in her stomach from the drive here.

She lowered her hand and gasped.

Sitting across the room, chained to the ground with thick metal cuffs sat Whumpee. Blood soaked their hair and stained almost every inch of them. Rogue fell back a step, horror painting her features, sobering her up quickly.

“Wh- whu- Whumpee?” She asked with a gasp and then she was running. She sprinted from the exit to Whumpee who was slumped against the wall. “Whumpee?! WHUMPEE?!”

What the hell? What… what was going on?! Is this? Is— “Hey, Whumpee,” Rogue sniffled, checking Whumpee’s pulse on their throat immediately. She sobbed as she felt their heart beat under her fingers.

Rogue took in Whumpee’s black, swollen eye and blood caked mouth and chin. Rogue couldn’t stop crying. “L-Lo-lover, we need— we need to call the police, oh god.”

Oh god.

Oh god. She was going to be sick. And Whumpee wasn’t responding.

Lover was by her side in a second, taking her face in his hands. She sobbed, not caring about her makeup running as Lover leaned into kiss her. She recoiled, eyes wide and wild.

“L-Lover… I need, w-we need—”

“They’re fine, Rogue,” Lover said, pressing a kiss to her temple instead. Rogue couldn’t stop shaking. She frowned at Lover.

“N-no, they’re— oh god the blood.”

“I already had them checked over by a doctor. They’re okay. They’re just healing.”

Rogue nodded. Then blinked, weary eyes going back to Lover. To see his happy, love filled gaze fixed on her. “Surprise,” he whispered, leaning in and kissing Rogue’s neck.

Rogue stiffened beneath his lips. It was as if he had dunked her into an ice bath. “W-w-what?”

Lover booped her nose as he pulled back. “This is your surprise, silly,” he cooed. “I know how much Whumpee’s singing and incessant talking got under your skin, so I fixed them.”

Rogue froze under Lover’s touch that only repulsed her. Lover pulled back again and lifted Whumpee’s head to expose the black stitches across Whumpee’s neck like— like fucking Frankenstein’s monster.

“What— what did you do?” Rogue whispered, hands reaching to Whumpee’s neck.

“I hired a doctor to remove their vocal cords. I know how much you love them, but they would be better if they couldn’t annoy you everyday, right?”

Rogue froze in terror. “That’s how much I love you, Rogue,” Lover whispered, his breath hitting off the shell of her ear that would have sent tingles down her spine five minutes ago. Now only filled her blood with lead. “I don’t want anything to inconvenience you. You deserve better than petty annoyances.”

Oh god… oh god… she… she had to— she had to… she had to call Leader, but she didn’t— she glanced at Lover who stared at her with that adoration in his gaze.

“I know it’s a shock,” he said, bringing her into his chest. She let him. “But I wanted it to be a surprise.”

Rogue couldn’t take her eyes off of Whumpee… Whumpee would never sing again, never speak again if she didn’t get them to a healer straight away… oh god.

Whumpee…

She had to be strong for Whumpee.

“I— love it,” she whispered because that’s all she could manage even if the words tasted like ash in her mouth. “I love it,” she repeated turning in Lover’s arms and wrapping her arms around his neck. His eyes widened in happiness.

“Yeah?”

“Of course I do,” she said and kissed him, though it felt like kissing a statue now. As if she was kissing a corpse with how repulsed she was by him, his lips, his touch his words. She pulled back and put on her best performance. “How about we finish this upstairs? It’s so cold down here.”

And there was probably better reception upstairs.

“Of course,” Lover murmured and with strong arms he lifted the pair of them, a hand hooked under her knees and across her shoulders, cradling into him. She let out a startled laugh that sounded rotten and hollow to her ears. Lover didn’t seem to hear.

She looked at Whumpee over her shoulder and vowed she would fix them. That she would make Lover pay.

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