#writing challenge: whumptober

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

🎃⁀➷ 31 days, 31 tropes for Whumptober *ੈ✩‧₊˚🕷️🍂

1. hypothermia

2. bleeding out / exsanguination

3. intubation

4. field amputation

5. strangulation

6. gunshot wounds

7. hallucinations / delirium

8. bruises

9. broken bones

10. induced coma

11. drown / hypoxemia

12. blood seeping through bandages

13. panic attack

14. hidden injuries

15. vomiting

16. hyperventilation

17. severe burns

18. character going into shock

19. heatstroke

20. allergic reactions

21. psychological trauma

22. stab wounds

23. asystole

24. infection / character’s blood or wounds become septic

25. character getting poisoned

26. amnesia

27. force feeding

28. night terror

29. surgery / vivisection / autopsy

30. electrocution / shock therapy

31. character haunted by ghosts of a.) their victims whom they’ve killed, b.) people they failed to save, c.) their loved ones, d.) their enemies — the choice is yours

TAP HERE FOR; 31 DAYS, 31 SPOOKY PROMPTS FOR WHUMPTOBER

[shywhumpauthor]

Didn’t Mind It

Cw: isolation, starvation, restraints, dehydration, vague implications of drugging

Whumpee didn’t actually mind the first few days alone.

The first eighty-something hours were quiet. Still. Not necessarily peaceful, but almost serene, in the same sense one might strike as they are faced with an inescapable death. The foreboding of tranquility during the fall as the ground rushes closer.

Eventually the gnarling twists of hunger in their gut turned to soft, occasional aches. The throbbing behind their eyes eased into a slow pulse. There was a point where they became so used to the dryness in their throat, the metallic taste that coated their tongue like sandpaper where they stopped noticing it. At some time they had gotten so used to the cold, the damp air that they stopped shivering. Grown used to the heavy weights of cuffs shackles around each wrist, ankle, they were almost able to lift their arms.

They’d gotten used to it. To the quiet so thick the only thing they could hear was the occasional creak of a pipe in the ceiling above, the frigid air that leaked slowly from the vent in the corner, the sound of their own thoughts spiraling until eventually falling silent. They had never heard the quiet so loud. It pressed against them, a weight draped around their entire body, once that once had made their skin crawl in its confining suffocation, but now was almost comforting. In a sense.

For a while they’d begged to be let out. Maybe the first hour or two. They had longed for freedom for the first day, tugged at the shackles until their wrists were raw and bleeding. Then they had settled down, soothed into a stupor of silence by the low whispers of the vent and the faint hints of sweetness in the air. It made their thoughts heavy, lulling them until they slipped away.

They didn’t mind it so much anymore.

[callaeidae3]

Whumptober2023 Day 1 - "Swooning"

Before I arted, I looked up the definition of "swooning" for the semantics of it, and it's, "faint, especially from extreme emotion."

And that definitely is Kyle after watching Yuuki nearly get killed in front of him to save him, when Kyle himself could do nothing but scream

[sun-kissed-star]

obsessed with how hard ao3 goes every october. constant updates from authors, everyone and their cousin is doing a daily writing prompt challenge. god is real and he exists inside my ao3 browser during the month of october

[fonulyn]

aaaaaand I'm done! :D thirteen fics, thirty-one prompts! wasn't sure I'd make it but I did, and with a couple of days to spare, too!

this is my plan for a posting schedule for october once the event officially begins :3 some of them are shorter (1k-ish) and some longer (longest I think almost 8k), but I am excited to post them all :3

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

October, Wrapped

I don't want this to sound like bragging, but I am so proud of myself today. This was the first year I was able to participate in fandom writing challenges and I did it. I finished my goals.

During October, I :

Wrote 30 Stargate SG-1 stories, using 32 prompts from Flufftober.

Wrote 3 Sanctuary stories using 3 prompts from Whumptober

Wrote 2 Sanctuary stories for my own challenge.

Started a Sanctuary story for Fictober, intending to encompass all the prompts.

My total word count this month amounted to: 53, 830

I am in shock that I managed to do all of this and am feeling so much better about my writing as a whole being able to finish a goal within deadlines for once.

[cecescomposition]

WHUMPTOBER DAY 1 BABYYYYY

Quite short, but a very old WIP.

Whumptober Day 1: “How many fingers am I holding up?”

All he could smell when his senses first returned to him, was smoke. It was his smell that came back first, then his hearing. The first thing he heard was the sirens. They were so faint and distant that he wasn’t entirely sure whether or not he was hallucinating them in his concussed state.

When his sight finally flooded back to him, it took him a beat to realize. Everything was fuzzy, though he wasn’t sure if that was because of the smoke or his head being cracked against something beneath him. He was acutely aware of the fact that he was laying horizontally, that didn’t make sense. Why would the car be-

There was a car crash, he suddenly remembered. A flash in his mind’s eye saw the rain, John losing control, the tree rushing towards them-

Get out.

Unbuckling his frayed seatbelt, he lifted his arms above his head and began to drag himself from the rubble. Something in his chest screamed, and maybe he did too. But it didn’t matter. He had to get out.

He felt himself collapse onto his stomach with wet grass beneath him. He could feel the rain pelting down on his back and hear it on the metal of the car. It was strange the way the smell of the weather mixed with that of the burning rubble. Soon he faintly heard someone calling out his name.

“Al-x-er!”

All that escaped from his throat was a breathy moan, and he tried to open his eyes. It took too much effort, but he did it, and was greeted with the blurry sight of John half walking, half crawling towards him. He had a mangled arm wrapped around his midsection and a nasty looking wound pouring blood from his hairline.

Alex tried to call out to him, but he hadn’t the energy. It felt as though all of the life had been sucked out of him.

His eyes peeked open when he felt a hand on his forehead - he wasn’t sure when he had closed them - and saw John suddenly leaning over him.

“Al’x… you… hear me-?”

Another moan escaped from him in response. The noise quickly turned pained and desperate when John scooped him up to cradle him in his arms.

Something was very wrong.

“Al.. How many… ‘olding up-?”

And then they were surrounded by paramedics and cops and everything was so bright and loud and he wanted it to stop.

An oxygen mask was placed over his mouth and nose, and Alex freaked. He attempted to rip the mask off of his face, at the same time as desperately reaching out for John. At that moment he realized he had actually no idea where John was, the paramedics must have taken him, too.

And then the doctors were tying Alex down to the stretcher. Wild noises escaped from his throat as the fear took over him. He didn’t want to go to the hospital. He wanted John!

He struggled, oh how he struggled to get away. But when the needle pierced his skin, it all faded, just like it did when the car hit the tree…

[bebx]

Which team are you on?

[spencer-reids-adventures]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Criminal Minds (US TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Diana Reid & Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan & Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia & Spencer Reid Characters: Spencer Reid, Diana Reid, William Reid, Jason Gideon, Derek Morgan (Criminal Minds), Penelope Garcia Additional Tags: Abandonment, Loneliness, Letters, Family Issues, Mental Health Issues, Autistic Spencer Reid, Spencer Reid Whump, Sad Spencer Reid, Spencer Reid Needs a Hug, Financial Issues, Episode: s02e01 The Fisher King Part 2 (Criminal Minds), Self-Harm, Food Issues, implied/referenced eating disorder Summary:

Diana doesn’t forgive Spencer for having her institutionalized… at least, not right away.

 Written for @tobias-hankel’s Criminal Minds Pre-Whumptober Challenge!

Main Whump-ed Character: Spencer Reid Bad Thing: Abandonment/Loneliness Bad Person: Parent/Family Member One Line Prompt: "You know, I write her a letter every day... She has never written one back."

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

🎃⁀➷ 31 days, 31 spooky prompts for Whumptober *ੈ✩‧₊˚🕷️🍂

1. ❝ don’t look, try not to show any fear as I tell you this, but I think that pumpkin behind you is alive, and it’s looking at us. ❞

2. ❝ please, I’m not crazy. that scarecrow is alive and it’s trying to kill me. you have to believe me. no one in this town is safe! ❞

3. ❝ you remember that body that was admitted to the morgue last night? the one that has human bite marks that looks nasty infected on the arm. yeah, well, this is going to sound insane, but it’s gone. the body’s missing. ❞

4. ❝ babe, you’re dead. this is the afterlife. we’re all ghosts here. ❞

5. ❝ do not come out of your room when it’s nighttime. no matter what you hear, you must stay in your room throughout the night. ❞

6. ❝ the bats, they’re biting and killing people. we have to run. now! ❞

7. ❝ is that a person sitting on the tree branch? why is she smiling like that? what’s wrong with her eyes? oh my god, she’s crawling down. oh my god, she’s crawling towards us! ❞

8. ❝ you haven’t heard of the blood moon curse? you must be new here. ❞

9. ❝ if you hear a voice calling your name from the woods at night, do not answer. ever. ❞

10. ❝ I got bitten, and I need you to kill me before I turn and become like them. please promise me you’ll kill me before I hurt anybody. please don’t let me be like them. ❞

11. ❝ no, don’t make eye contact with it. keep on walking, but do not run. ❞

12. ❝ there will be a ritual tonight and they will use you as a human sacrifice. you have to get out of here. ❞

13. ❝ shhh, she can’t see us, but she can hear us. be quiet. ❞

14. ❝ what do you mean the doll is alive? it’s just a doll. ❞

15. ❝ one of us is possessed. there’s one way to find out who. ❞

16. ❝ we’ve been walking in circle. we’ve walked past this house before. you see that lady in the window staring at us? she was also there the last time we walked past her property, staring at us through the window exactly like this. it’s like she hasn’t moved at all. ❞

17. ❝ you need my blood to stay alive. drink it. drink. or you die. ❞

18. ❝ I think there’s someone living in the walls. I can hear them breathing at night. ❞

19. ❝ this is a mistake. we should never have come here. the myth is real. we’ll never get out alive now. I’m sorry. gosh, I’m so sorry. ❞

20. ❝ if you see the shadow, you only have 3 days left to live. ❞

21. ❝ are those claw marks on the trees? they weren’t here last night when we set up the tent. ❞

22. ❝ I don’t think the blood on his clothes is fake, neither are the human organs in those jars. we have to get out of here. ❞

23. ❝ I’ve seen it all. the devil is real. it’s too late now. all of us are going to die tonight. ❞

24. ❝ they are not a cult. they’re my family. I’m not being brainwashed. let me go. let me go! ❞

25. ❝ what did you just inject me with? what’s in the syringe? what’s in the fcking syringe?!! ❞

26. ❝ those blood, it’s still fresh, meaning whoever — or whatever — killed it is still around. we have to keep moving, and we have to keep quiet. ❞

27. ❝ she doesn’t like her dolls to speak at night. if she hears your voice after 8 o’clock, she will rip your vocal cord out. ❞

28. ❝ there’s something in the mist. if you breathe, you die. ❞

29. ❝ look at me, hey, look at me, these people, they look like your friends and they sound like your friends. but they’re not your friends. your friends are dead. we cannot trust anybody. ❞

30. ❝ don’t get too close to the water. the fairies have very sharp teeth and strong grips. ❞

31. ❝ be careful in the full moon night. just… be very careful, alright? ❞

TAP HERE FOR; 31 DAYS, 31 TROPES FOR WHUMPTOBER

[fandomestloser]

finally prepping for whumptober.

ive got a week. ima try to do at least 15... ima end up maybe scraping five together lol.

@youreverydaydemikid hows your planning going?

[autobot2001]

Day 1: This is Happening More Often

Fadnom; transformers Characters: Crosshairs, Drift, Jamie (OC), Ratchet, soldier Rating: T Warning: depression Description: Jamie's depression makes her not want to eat, and it's causing her to feel sick more frequently. This worries her guardians and Ratchet.

Angstober; honor-bound Whumpober; swooning AI-lesstober; sick OC-tober; going about an average day Flufftober; "I've got you."

It's a typical day for Jamie and her guardians. The problem is the typical day is full of concerns for the two mechs. Starting with watching Jamie not want to eat. The Autobots and soldiers who know about her mental struggle worry about her, but only the medics know Jamie has already dealt with the consequences of not eating all day before. "You sure she'll be ok?" Crosshairs whispers. "I don't know, but she's doing ok mentally that she won't like that we're not working, you know?" "I do, which is hard to think this is good when she's not eating much. That's not good, but there's not much we can do." After they eat, the two mechs take Jamie back to the three's room and go to where they work in the base.

"Hey," the two hear a soldier gets their attention, "why are you two assigned to be that kid's guardians?" "First of all, she's not a kid," Drift argues, "second, I'm honor-bound. I was assigned to protect her, so I will!" Crosshairs nods in agreement, and the two walk away.

"You know I left things out to avoid further altercations?" Drift asks. "I know you love Jamie. We know few understand her mental struggle." "It's getting worse, and I hate not knowing what to —." Drift sees Jamie walking down the hall, not looking great.

Jamie feels herself swooning, but she worries about what'll happen if she sits on the floor. Drift hates the way Jamie looks as he approaches her. "I've got you," he assures her as he picks her up. "We need to take her to the medbay," Crosshairs urges.

Both mechs worry about the condition Jamie is in. Ratchet lets them in the exam room with him. "Third time this has happened," he sighs, "I don't know what else to do other than you know. Get her juice and take her back upstairs. I don't think she'll be up to eating for a while. Same as last time." The two take Jamie upstairs.

Jamie is uncomfortable sitting up for pain pills and drinking juice, but lying down isn't much better with how bad the headache is. "This isn't the worst she's done, but still scary," Drift worries. "Even if she'll be feeling better tomorrow, she's not going to be doing better," Crosshairs sighs. "I'm about ready to let her have McDonald's every night. Can't be bad when she's not eating all day." "Really? I didn't expect you to not realize that she wouldn't be getting any fruits or vegetables. We'll figure something out." "I hope so." Crosshairs hugs his worried friend and tells him he'll get their punches. Drift lies on the bed with Jamie, hating how much she struggles, and everyone feels they can't help her. How this is roughly how every day goes. The only good is that Jamie doesn't end up this is sick daily, but it's becoming more frequent.

[comfort-questing]

"magical exhaustion"

"...all right?"

oddly distant, that voice; somehow recognizable, but too far away to matter, surely. somewhere, dry grass scratched at his face, and the horizon was a line of fire in the distance. the hand spread out on the ground inches from his nose had burn blisters on the fingertips, and bruise lines along the blown veins on its back.

whoever owned that hand must be feeling truly wretched right now, he thought, hazily. flesh and nerve and bone wasn't made to conduct mana in such quantities. it would hurt now, and it would hurt more later...

"Zan. Zan, wake up."

there was nothing in his body but heavy sand, and then as he struggled to lift his head, pain that took his breath away altogether. he still made it up to his elbows though, and in the process realized that the burned hands near his face were his hands, and they did really honestly feel as bad as he'd anticipated.

"did we... win?" he struggled to focus his eyes, past the spinning of the world around him.

Nora. it was Nora there by him, her patched gray-green cloak a blur in his sight but the busy springing gold of her hair unmistakable. she reached down, gently, and drew him up to sit against her; everything in him pulled him groundward, the weight of his lungs an effort to draw air against.

"yes." her voice was small. "we won."

"...truly?" he couldn't keep his eyes open to see her face, to tell if she were speaking the truth or just comforting him. his head fit nicely into the hollow beneath her chin, and that was sufficient for now; even if there were still fighting to be done, he didn't know if he would be equal to attempting it.

"truly." Nora sighed, then. "you can - you can rest now. I just wanted - to make sure you were ..."

alive, he thought she'd finish, but she didn't. it had been a point worth checking. that last barrage of mage fire had taken everything their tattered brigade had left, and perhaps more than that, for some.

he thought he heard someone crying, nearby. and the wind over the fields. or perhaps it was only the steady rhythm of Nora's breathing, lulling him, encouraging him to pull in another breath of his own.

and another, and another, as she folded his aching hands between her own; and the rest of everything could wait, for now.

[rpf-bat]

*sigh* I’m trying to remind myself to be happy for others instead of comparing myself to them.

[whumpacabra]

Completed Whumptober 2023!

@whumptober

*Note: these entries are part of my Freelancer series, where they can be read chronologically alongside pieces unrelated to the Whumptober2023 prompts. This list is not chronological to in-universe events.

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

Alt. Prompt - Panic

Solitary Confinement

Cattle Prod

Pinned Down

Recordings

Radio Silence

Outnumbered

Mistaken Identity

“Can’t you see you’re lost without me?”

Captivity

Red

Alt. Prompt - Aftermath of Failure

Water Inhalation

Suppressed Suffering

Gurney

Collar / Touch Aversion (2for1 birthday special)

Blindfolded

Alt. Prompt - Shaking

Found Family

Vows

Alt. Prompt - Broken

Shadows

Neglect

Buried Alive

Alt. Prompt - Body Modification

Scars

Sacrifice

Reluctant Whumper

Bridal Carry

Emptiness

[aria0fgold]

Whumptober day 11 prompt: Captivity

Character: Xavier Age: 24

Xavier leaned his head on the bars keeping him caged within the small room that is now his own “home,” for however long his captors wished to keep him alive. He glanced around his cell, if not for the lone mattress by the corner, it would be completely empty. He surveyed the outside, what little he can see from his position.

Guards stationed beside each cell, prisoners young, old, and ones he knows. Some were crying, others were still unconscious, the rest were quiet, like him. Throat dry and body numb, with his hope destroyed defeat was the only thing left to accept. A needless war that spanned for years, no matter how hard he fought alongside his brothers in arms, it was useless. Completely useless. Scars and wounds sustained from such a battle meant nothing, it wasn't glory, it was an ugly reminder of the many lives he had taken.

He looked down at himself, clothes tattered and worn, several wounds littered across his body, stained with a mixture of his own blood and others', from his own allies to his enemies. Death is surely a mercy he didn't deserve.

Xavier heard footsteps coming near, saw a figure at the corner of his eye, yet he didn't turn his head to look.

“Not even a greeting? How cold.” The person on the other side of the bars spoke. “Even after I went through the trouble of getting you this?”

A tray with soup, bread, and a glass of water was pushed in through the small opening at the bottom. There was still steam coming off of the soup and water.

“What's your goal?” His voice was hoarse, it was hard to speak, but that didn't matter to him anymore. Nothing did.

“That's a surprise. Wouldn't want to ruin it now.”

Xavier let out a quiet sigh. What a predictable surprise then.

“Oh, and since I'm in such a good mood. I'd even let you send your last words to your loved ones. How nice of me, right?”

“No need.” No one will look for me anyway.

“Huh… Well, enjoy your first and last night in there then. Sleep well, soldier.”

For the first time in a while, Xavier chuckled bitterly.