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reblog if you’re a writer who feels guilt whenever they’re not writing and being productive, so I know I’m not the only one lol

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reblog if you’re a writer who feels guilt whenever they’re not writing and being productive, so I know I’m not the only one lol

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reblog if you’re a writer who feels guilt whenever they’re not writing and being productive, so I know I’m not the only one lol

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oh god hello

last song: Say Hello Melancholia, IAMX

favorite color: anything cool (green, blue, purple)

currently watching: Criminal Minds lmao

latest movie: longlegs, over the summer when it came out (i also don’t watch too many movies)

sweet/savory/spicy: spicy all the way

current obsession(s): danny phantom and associated tumblr crossover trends. also replaying animal crossing: new leaf

relationship status: who’s that? never heard of her

last thing i googled (did i mention animal crossing yet?)

(normally it’s all baby naming websites but like i said. obsessed.)

I AM NOT NEARLY CONFIDENT ENOUGH TO TAG PEOPLE SO UHHHHH. GO WILD (anyone who sees this) !! :D

people i want to get to know better 🥰

tagged by @mcavoyjames, @henrywinteris, and @swkywalker 💖💖💖

last song: lonely is the muse, halsey

favorite color: turquoise/blue and pink 💗

currently watching: house md!!! obsessed

last movie: i think it was beetlejuice beetlejuice! saw it in theaters, was a lovely time.

sweet/savoury/spicy: i love these 3 equally as if they're my children. but my weakest spot is spicy!! i always want that spicy option

current obsessions: house md lol. ummm.. sabrina carpenter. oh! i'm obsessed with those pop the balloon and find love videos on youtube 😂 especially with arlette, her vids are best

relationship status: boyfriend of over 4 years

last thing i googled: what degree you need to be a pharmacist. i was just curious, not gonna do that lmao

tagging (if you want to ofc): @vampirewillows , @heartwasglass , @joequinns , @munsonseds , @hellshee , @widowkills , @waxladrian , @pleasepleaseeplease, @bruceewayne, @saintirulan, @teamred, @obsessedx, @emmaestrella, @lookforanewangle, @tornadocowboy, @winterflell, @stevebcks .

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update to my *checks* three followers (hi there!)

at this rate i’m going to have to post both today’s (day 3) and day 4’s whumptober prompt tomorrow, i was so much busier today than i expected

(i know no one cares but. for my sanity ok? i tried lol)

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reblog if you’re a writer who feels guilt whenever they’re not writing and being productive, so I know I’m not the only one lol

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WHUMPTOBER 2024 DAY 002

|| unfortunate fall || car accident

|| "Don't move. You'll be okay."

Contains: child whumpee (7-10), child p.o.v, vague description of injury, ambiguous/unclear fate of characters

Jules didn't mean to fall.

Despite what his parents sometimes said, he didn't think anyone could really trip and fall on purpose, but he figured just saying it might be comforting, like someone else telling him it wasn't his fault. He didn't mean to fall. It was an accident.

He didn't mean to let go of the leash, either, letting his dog Roscoe run further away into the darkness. His head was spinning, brain fuzzy — He couldn't go after him yet. He just needed to sit down.

He didn't mean to fall.

He'd just recently turned eight years old, and it was the first time he'd been trusted to walk Roscoe all by himself. His mom would kill him if he came back without him, which meant he really needed to go looking before he got too far away. He put his hands on the rocks next to him for support and slowly got to his feet.

Wait. Rocks?

Right, he'd fallen into that cave system, the one near the woods at the edge of town. Roscoe was chasing a squirrel, tugging Jules along behind him, too weak to even slow the dog down. The squirrel got away, but Roscoe caught another scent, bolting towards the cave entrance. Jules had tripped on a rock and had to let go, but now...

Now, he could barely see any light, even with how blurry his vision was. He must've fallen further than he thought. Was Roscoe even down by him, or was he up near the entrance still?

He felt along his face for his glasses, but only found empty frames. That, at least, explained why he couldn't see. He pulled his hand back. It came away warm.

He tried calling his dog's name, but his voice came out scratchy and quiet, muffled by the narrow walls. He didn't mean to fall and lose Roscoe. God, his mom really was gonna kill him. He took a shaky step forward, but his legs suddenly wouldn't hold him and he tumbled back to the ground. His palms stung where they'd scraped the rough wall, and he teared up again at the pain.

Again, yeah. Had he been crying this whole time? Was that why his face was wet?

It was getting harder to focus, but that– that was okay. It just meant he needed to rest for a minute. Jules wiped the tears away and sat up a little straighter, leaning back against the rocks so he wouldn't fall again.

He had plenty of time. He'd left the house at noon, and his parents always said to at least be home before dark, which was still a while away. He didn't mean to fall, so they would understand as long as he brought Roscoe home. He just had to find him first.

Jules closed his eyes. He was crying again. He had to look for Roscoe.

He just needed a minute.

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GOD i felt this i’ve started like. ten of them. but only have three done. solidarity 🤝

Okay I think I've got prompts done up until day 4, and I know I can finish 5 in time (don't jinx me). So that's at least five ailesswhumptober fics done, woohoo! 5 down, only 26 to go...

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WHUMPTOBER 2024 DAY 001

|| public torture / public use || stress position

|| "If you cry, we'll go easy on you"

Contains:: magic whump, torture (from the prompt), mentions/implications of trafficking

Hissssssssssss

Whumpee bit down on the inside of her mask to stifle a pained cry. Her companion huffed, pressing the bronze glyph more forcefully into her stomach. "You're not supposed to make any noise, honey," Whumper said, tone low, words dripping with false remorse. "Now I have to start over."

Slowly, they pulled back. Whumpee silenced a sigh of relief.

She wasn't fully sure how she'd gotten to this point, though there were enough unknowns floating around in her memory that she could almost fit them together into a passable photo-negative. Whumper had been pacifying her with their magic, that much was clear. They'd brought her out of the dungeon with a blinding spell (not wanting her unconscious, of course, that would draw too many stares) — disoriented, but not enough to miss the acrid scent of fire and coal smoke, the rumbling under her feet. They'd boarded a train. Deep in her gut, she knew what that meant.

Whumper was tired of her. She was being relocated.

The metal touched Whumpee's upper arm, faux fire digging through her muscles and nerves. She flinched harshly, bracing her hands against the bar top in front of her, but managed to keep from making any sound. Whumper hummed thoughtfully, letting her go, and she collapsed forward with a sob.

"Very good," they said, "that's one." Whumpee chanced a look at their expression — they seemed to be calculating where to burn next.

(It didn't matter, of course. Magical fire couldn't scar, at least not on the surface, especially not when stored in runes or sigils. Nearly always harnessed cruelly, it bored straight to the mind, leaving you with only the weight of pain you couldn't prove. Whumpee knew Whumper was only stalling, trying to make her more anxious, more easily startled.)

(Though she'd never admit it, it was definitely working.)

Without warning, they put their hand rather gently on her shoulder. It didn't burn, so she quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and sat up a bit straighter. An older couple, arm in arm, were walking through from the previous compartment, presumably off to their room.

Whumpee had nearly forgotten that they weren't alone here, so used to being in a place completely cut off from the outside. She put on her best smile for the two — though she was certainly still crying, barely disguising her sharp breath as Whumper placed the glyph just below her wrist.

"It's okay," Whumper said softly, sickeningly sweet, moving their free hand from her shoulder to her face. "Everything will be just fine." The couple, of course, stopped next to them, and Whumpee closed her eyes, begging them to just move on.

"Is everything alright?" the woman asked, adjusting her mask to be better understood. Whumper made a show of attempting to fix their own without using either of their hands.

"These times certainly don't make anything easy," they said, putting on an impression of genuine grief. "We're going to see her brother. He's very ill. The family isn't sure he's going to recover."

(That part was true. It was one of the last things Whumpee heard from her parents, right before Whumper grabbed her, back when the plague ravaging the country was barely a rumor. She wasn't sure if he'd gotten back on his feet, or if he'd died some time ago. She didn't even really know how long it'd been.)

Whumper took the glyph away from her arm and pressed it to her face instead, using their other hand to properly adjust their mask. Somehow it felt worse — more degrading, perhaps, pain shredding what remained of her composure. Whumpee reflexively scrunched up, barely silencing a scream and instead nearly bursting into tears.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she desperately hoped the couple would recognize that this wasn't just part of the act, that they'd see the signs point to something else, something worse — subtle flinches every time Whumper spoke, the pained twitches in her eye. She hoped, irrationally, that they'd fight Whumper for her, take her away from them, let her go home.

"Oh, you poor dear. You know what," the woman wondered aloud, eyes bright, "I think I've got some spare wellness charms in my bag. I'll go get them for you."

Whumpee's heart shattered.

"You don't need to do that," Whumper said, though Whumpee knew they didn't mean it — they wanted them to come back. An unwilling, clueless audience must've been the point from the start, one final knife to her self-worth before passing her along. No one was going to help her, even those watching it happen.

"It's no problem," the other bystander, presumably the woman's husband, replied, looking intently at Whumpee. "Only if you believe it'll help."

Whumpee held her tongue until Whumper turned to stare at her, eyes cold. They pressed the burning metal further into her cheek, and she slowly managed to choke out, "I– Y-Yes, thank you—" before her voice broke. The two simply nodded, turning to walk away.

"It's the least I can do, dear," the woman said. Agonizingly slowly, she and her husband made their way through the door to the next compartment.

Once they were alone, Whumper sighed, finally taking the glyph away from Whumpee's face. "Too bad," he said, still with that same false emotion. "Seems I'll have to start over again."

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Prompts for AI-less Whumptober 2024

As promised, we're bringing you the official prompt list of AI-less Whumptober 2024 today!

We have 31 days of excellent whump prompts, with three prompts per day to pick from, fun themes, and 10 alt prompts to play around with. We hope you enjoy! Additional info + plain text versions of the prompts can be found under the cut.

FAQ and Rules

What sort of content can I create for this event?

You can create whatever you want (fic, art, edits, etc). Any fandom is allowed, as well as OC stuff. NSFW is allowed, but please tag your content accordingly! The only thing not allowed is AI-generated content.

Do I need to make 31 things to participate?

Oh heavens no! You can make as much or as little content as you like, skip days when desired, or combine prompts (so for example, write something that covers a prompt from day 1, 2, AND 3). You don't have to do the days in order either, go wild! To be considered a 'completionist', you only have to make sure that at the end of the month, you've covered 31 prompts from 31 different days, but whether you do that in 31 works or just 1 is up to you.

What are these alts about?

If none of the three prompts of a particular day are your cup of tea, you can swap them out for an alt prompt of your choice.

What are these themes about?

Just a little bit of extra fun for the mods. Like last year, we'll be handing out various badges for people participating in the event. A full list will be posted later (and linked here once that happens), but perhaps there will be a special badge or two for people who can't be completionists but who do manage to finish every single day of a specific theme ;)

How do I tag and is there an AO3 collection?

It suffices to tag your work with #AIlesswhumptober2024 for us to see and reblog it! Please also tag nsfw, since we'll be using that tag too. Tagging the day is optional but does help the mods along.

There will be an AO3 collection for the writers to share their works in, this will be made available once we're closer to October (and linked here once that happens).

That should be all. If you have any additional questions, check our pinned or hit us up in the ask box. Or join our discord maybe, whumping can be a great group activity!

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Plain text versions of the prompts:

October 1 - Torture Tuesday

public torture/public use, stress position, “If you cry, we’ll go easy on you.”

October 2 - Whumperless Wednesday

Unfortunate fall, car accident, “Don’t move. You’ll be okay.”

October 3 - Trauma Thursday

Shared trauma, survivor’s guilt, “It’s not your fault.”

October 4 - Fright/Freaky Friday

Painful transformation, non-consensual body modifications, “You’re a monster.”

October 5 - Sensory Saturday

Overstimulation, migraines, “I can’t take this anymore.”

October 6 - Surprise Sunday

Multiple whumpees, self sacrifice, “I’m the only one who can do this.”

October 7 - Medical Monday

Field medicine, running out of supplies, “Hold on, we’re going to have to improvise.”

October 8 - Torture Tuesday

Rope burns, gagged, “You’re so much prettier this way.”

October 9 - Whumperless Wednesday

Hypothermia, heatstroke, “You look pretty pale.”

October 10 - Trauma Thursday

Self worth issues, pushing away a loved one, “You don't need to earn this.”

October 11 - Fright/Freaky Friday

Hallucinations, truth serum, “Why would you even say that?”

October 12 - Sensory Saturday

Isolation, sensory deprivation, “Can you feel me? I’m right here, whumpee.”

October 13 - Surprise Sunday

Whumpee using themself as bait, defiance, “Take me instead.”

October 14 - Medical Monday

Seizures, concussion, “See if you can follow my finger with your eyes.”

October 15 - Torture Tuesday

Waterboarding, removing body parts, “Don’t break down on me yet.”

October 16 - Whumperless Wednesday

Drowning, hostile environment, “I don’t know how anybody could survive that.”

October 17 - Trauma Thursday

Abandonment, misunderstanding, “Why did I even think you cared?”

October 18 - Fright/Freaky Friday

Mind control, possession, “Everybody will end up despising you.”

October 19 - Sensory Saturday

Disassociation, losing a sense, “I wish I could get you back.”

October 20 - Surprise Sunday

Enemy/Stranger to caretaker, accidental de-aging, “I’m absolutely not qualified for this shit.”

October 21 - Medical Monday

Drugged, ambulance ride, “This will make you feel better, okay?”

October 22 - Torture Tuesday

Forced (to kneel/watch/hurt somebody else), whipped, “Do not look away.” October 23 - Whumperless Wednesday

Fever, passing out, “Hey?! Stay with me, okay?!”

October 24 - Trauma Thursday

Deconditioning, relapse, “It’s normal that you need more time.”

October 25 - Fright/Freaky Friday

Humiliation, betrayal, “How could you?!”

October 26 - Sensory Saturday

Electrocution, burning, “This is going to sting.”

October 27 - Surprise Sunday

Before vs after, Alternate universe, “Well, there’s a first for everything.”

October 28 - Medical Monday

Internal bleeding, needles and stitches, “I didn’t think the wound was that bad…”

October 29 - Torture Tuesday

Ownership, branding, “Everybody will know that you’re mine.”

October 30 - Whumperless Wednesday

Poison, delirium, “You’re not making sense.”

October 31 - Trauma Thursday

Panic attack, facing a phobia, “You need to get out of here!”

Alt prompts:

1) Pistol whipped

2) Co-dependency

3) Animal bite

4) Zombies

5) White room torture

6) Shock collar

7) Pulling teeth

8) Kidnapping

9) “You always make everything worse!”

10) “If you weren’t around, I’d be long dead by now...”

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good morning whump community

about me:: my name is koschei (or emmett), it/its he/him xi/xir, 21, american (cst), i tend to swear a lot

i’ve been lurking in the whumpblr scene on various blogs for awhile and writing stories since the age of eight (or something), figured i’d finally give posting a try!! just in time for whumptober which. definitely wasn’t planned no way i would never (lying)

first thing i’ve gotta say is that even in short form prompts like this, i tend to create entire worlds in my head to go along with whatever tiny snippets are written, so if anything is confusing please let me know because it probably made sense in my head

writing quirks, uh. i always notice i use way too many commas and parentheses and these mfers — i know, i’m working on it. i also have the vocab comprehension of an elderly white man from the late 1800s, way too much flowery language that might also make things illegible, so again, please tell me dhsjdhjsjdjdh. i write most of my stuff on another app and port it over, mostly rereading for mistakes beforehand, but if i do miss anything, it’ll probably just be your run-of-the-mill typos (pretty sure i’m at least mildly dyslexic lol). don’t count on it though

favorite whump trope will always and forever be a lab setting, so i’m sure that will show in my writing, but i also watch way too many tv police dramas, which will definitely influence things as well

if i miss a cw or tag for something, correct me

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