Tw: asphyxiation whump. Very sadistic whumpers. Lady whump.
She jolts awake, lungs burning. Or more accurately, back to consciousness, as being awake implies that she had fallen asleep.
And she hadn't, she'd passed out because of this terrible sadistic torture her captors are playing with her.
Her eyes flutter open, blurry vision clearing up. Her captors, both women, stand over her, faces twisted. Both smirking, delighting in her suffering.
Lyra focuses on breathing, praying they don't notice she's awake, not yet, she needs time to recover.
Her prayers fall on deaf ears, as a hand clamps over her nose, sealing it just as she exhales. Her eyes widen, and her bound arms jerk against the chains.
âOh dear. Have you already forgotten the rules?â Sina teases, chuckling. She tightens her hand further.
âWe're more than happy to remind you if you have.â Mila says. She grins down at Lyra, squatting to stare at her.
Mila takes in Lyra. Lyra is sitting on a cold metal chair, arms chained to the chair. Her legs are pulled back, ankles chained to the back legs. Her mouth had been filled with a foam ball, pressed as far back as it could go, then taped up, over and over again. Her eyes are tear and fear filled, and her face is a beautiful blue that's turning into an even more beautiful purple as Sina deprives her of air once again.
âYou can only breathe when we let you.â Mila says, softly.
âYou only breathe as much as we want you to.â Sina follows up.
âYou're not allowed full breaths anymore.â Mila says.
Lyraâs eyes are rolling in her head, her chest heaving, stomach flexing as she tries to breathe.
âAnd we only want you to breathe after you've passed out.â Sina says, delighting in feeling Lyra faint under her hand, eyes closing completely.
When screams turn to strangled breaths, thrashing turns to trembling and twitching, because the whumpee is too exhausted, too broken for anything else.
When sobs no longer make a sound, because their throat is raw from screaming, so itâs just hitching breaths and silent tears from desperately squeezed eyes
When words, begging or defiant, lose meaning and turn into quiet, breathy groans, barely recognizable as âno"s
When thoughts wander and dissolve, unable to form, unable to even process whatever the whumper is saying, when every new blow comes as a surprise, because the mind is too clouded to anticipate what it knows is coming
A character so out of their head with fever, illness, or trauma and memories so fragmented that they're convinced they're guilty of some unspeakable deed or fault based on the half-recalled snatches of memory they've badly pieced together in their delirium, raving in anguished, garbled rantings of their muddled, misplaced guilt.
Mundane disruptions to Whumpee's recovery that Caretaker can't do anything about. Like a whumpee who really needs rest but can't sleep because there's construction going on outside and it's not like Caretaker can go out there and tell them to go away or keep it down and they don't have anywhere else to stay and recover and it makes them feel a little overwhelmed and useless
Caretaker knows, rationally, that the construction won't stop, the jackhammers pounding away and the people shouting to each other. But as she watches Whumpee curl up, hands over ears, eyes scrunched tight, Caretaker stomps outside to yell (quietly, she's not going to add to Whumpee's pain), at the foreman and ask him to do something, anything else so that Whumpee can get the rest she needs.
I wrote a college paper once about gender dynamics in Disney films, and part dealt with the emphasis of androgyny in this film. Mulan is an outsider and unsure of her position of the world when she is adhering to both a total feminine role (the matchmaking scene) and a total masculine role (disguised as a male soldier) and itâs only when sheâs able to embrace both sides that she is able to fully showcase her abilities and ultimately save the day.Â
The entire climax, from climbing the poles using sashes, counting on Shan Yuâs complete dismissal of women to get the Emperor to safety, to this scene where she literally uses a symbol of womanhood (within the movie at least) to disarm the villain of his symbol of masculinity and beat him at his own game, shows Mulan relying on the aspects of her femininity that she has grown up adhering to and adapting the tactical knowledge and fighting skills that she learned disguised as a male soldier to those aspects. The result is a unique and innovative view of the world and her course of action that leads her to save the day when the male soldiers failed and the women wouldnât even have been allowed to try.Â
Itâs that time of year again! We are excited to announce that we are hosting the event again this year!
All prompts, FAQs and rules can be found in the graphics and below the cut!Â
Prompts:
forgotten
2. chronic pain
3. too little, too late
4. "i trusted you"
5. memory loss
6. holding back tears
7. "it's all my fault"
8. ignored
9. "i don't want your apology"
10. old ghosts
11. if things were different
12. insomnia
13. hiding their pain
14. "i failed you"
15. came back wrong
16. trapped
17. "i did it all for you"
18. truth serum
19. empty
20. fear
21. hopeless
22. sacrifice
23. terrible things
24. "it would have been fine"
25. mistake
26. accident
27. giving everything they've got
28. stolen
29. inevitable
30. "why me?"
Alt Prompts:
"did you even care?"
2. unable to help
3. collapse
4. paralyzed
5. heartache
6. "what have you done?"
7. shaken
8. major injury
9. depression
10. never again
Rules
All posted content must be your original content. The use of AI for creation of any kind is prohibited.
All tags must be utilized in order to be reblogged. NOTE: the mods are human beings, so not all works will automatically be reblogged, even if all tagging is correct.
Any art form is acceptable, including original writing, gif sets and fan art.
FAQs
âDo I have to create for all thirty days?â
- Not at all! Feel free to jump in whenever youâd like. This is a creation event, so create as much or as little as you want! However, if you want to be entered in the shout out post, you must participate in all 30 days.
âCan I post a creation after the day has already passed?â
- Yes! Youâre welcome to post for a prompt day even after the date, just be sure to tag with which day and prompt youâve created for! You will only be eligible for the shoutout post if you complete all 30 days within the month of April.
âWhat if I donât understand/like a prompt?â
- We have a list of 10 alt prompts for you to choose from if you donât like the main 30. Feel free to use our alternate prompts for any day, and if thereâs any confusion send us an ask!
It's a good month to whump our favorite characters!
In AitCM, to complete, you only have to write 15 days, and the other fifteen days you read & rec a fic that fits one the prompts for the day. (Feel free to create and promote art pieces as well!)
This not only makes it easier to fit into a busy schedule, but it helps promote your favorite writers!
You are more than welcome, of course, to write all thirty days or rec all thirty daysâor bothâbut that is not necessary to complete the challenge.
Join us in filling the world with spectacular whump stories!
Tag us in your stories, recs, and art!
The prompt list for your convenience:
Day One:
Cornered-|-Whipped-|-Blood on hands-|- âPlease⊠let me goâ
Day Two:
Brave face-|-Branding-|-Self-sacrifice-|- âPick on someone your own sizeâ
Day Three:
Paranoia-|-Framed-|-Canât Speak-|- âI donât want to hear itâ
Day Four:
Falling from a high place-|-Hunted-|-Fever-|- âIâm scaredâ
Day Five:
Slavery-|-Mind Control-|-Forced to beg-|- âItâs too late to ask for forgivenessâ
Day Six:
Overprotective-|-Hidden Injury-|-Amputation-|- âI canât do thisâ
Day Seven:
Panic Attack-|-Poisoned-|-Exhaustion-|- âNo, no hospitalsâ
Day Eight:
Blackmail-|-Cursed-|-Made to watch-|- âWhy did you do it?â
Day Nine:
Amnesia-|-Explosion-|-Failed Escape-|- âI donât feel a pulseâ
Day Ten:
Touch starved-|-Gunshots-|-Presumed Dead-|- âItâs your faultâ
Day Eleven:
Nausea-|-Concussion-|-Secret Reveal-|- âWhy did you come back?â
Day Twelve:
Dehydration-|-Tied up-|-Torture-|- âI wish you were deadâ
Day Thirteen:
Explosion-|-Fainting-|-Fighting through the pain-|- âWhat did you say?â
Day Fourteen:
Medical Injury-|-Drugged-|-Pre-mortem Autopsy-|- âItâs not too lateâ
Day Fifteen:
Screams-|-Drowning-|-Fallen through the ice-|- âIâm so, so sorryâ
Day Sixteen:
Sleep Deprivation-|-Choked-|-Hostage Situation-|- âGive them room to breatheâ
Day Seventeen:
Phobias-|-Burned-|-Public Execution -|- âJust grin and bear itâ
Day Eighteen:
Abandonment Issues-|-Used as Bait-|-Unconventional Weapon-|- âWe canât leave themâ
Day Nineteen:
Stranded-|-Animal Bites-|-Self-surgery-|- âNot everyone makes it outâ
Stockholm Syndrome-|-Broken Bone-|-Withdrawl-|- âDonât leave me hereâ
Day Twenty-Two:
Migraine-|-seizure-|-Running on Adrenaline -|- âDonât speakâ
Day Twenty-Three:
Confrontation-|-Stumbling-|-Scar Reveal-|- âDonât let them inâ
Day Twenty-Four:
Vengeance-|-Humiliated-|-A Game of Roulette-|- âWhy canât I move?â
Day Twenty-Five:
Stalker-|-Blindfolded-|-Friendly Fire-|- âYou said you loved meâ
Day Twenty-Six:
Infection-|-Beaten-|-Failed Escape -|- âItâs too late. Theyâre insideâ
Day Twenty-Seven:
Weeping-|-Kidnapped-|-Running out of air-|- âItâs not my bloodâ
Day Twenty-Eight:
Over Work-|-Accident-|-Head Injury -|- âWhere does it hurt?â
Day Twenty-Nine:
Windstorm-|-Broken Trust-|-No place to go-|- âI donât want to talk about itâ
Day Thirty:
Being Carried-|-Hyperventilating-|-Waking up disoriented-|- âI just need a hugâ
Alt prompts:
1- Insomnia
2- Fall Guy
3- Whumper turned Caretaker
4- Twisted Knife
5- Pick who dies
6- Hot Coals
7- Ice Burns
8- Pulling Teeth
9- Waterboarding
10- Electrocution
Choose one or more of the prompts daily (or use an alt prompt) and get to work!
The minimum requirement is 100 words. It's not terribly strict. If 100 words seems too daunting, try to get as close as you can. There is no maximum word count, though.
Post your stories to our Ao3 collection:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Do your best and get to whumping!
Special thanks to Lynn(justanotherinterneruser) for helping put this together. <3
Any media form is allowed (art, fic, gifs, music, whatever).
AI-generated content is NOT permitted.
You can participate however much or as little as you want, no pressure to complete every single day.
You can post your work anywhere on the internet, Tumblr, Ao3, etc.
Tag potential triggers and NSFW accordingly.
If you want to be counted as an official participant and have the chance to be featured on the blog, post your content during the month of April. You can still use the prompt list after April ends.
I canât guarantee that every single work will be featured but Iâll try to reblog as many as I can.
To increase your chances of being featured here, tag your post with the event name and the prompt of the day that you used (For example: #whumpril2025, #whumprilday1, #hug)Â
You can also @ the blog, @whumpril.
Full write-up of the prompts can be found under the cut!
Whumpril 2025 Prompts:
Hug
Lies
Sore
Threat
Neglect
Distrust
Restless
Burnout
Stranded
Bandages
Grounding
Dislocation
Head Injury
Lost/Found
Belittlement
Waterlogged
Interrogation
Mood Swings
Fetal Position
âYouâre next.â
Stage(s) of Grief
Dehumanization
âDonât you dare.â
Sensory Overload
Too Weak to Stand
The Kind One Snaps
Tossing and Turning
Inexperienced Caretaker
âGet your hands off them!â
âYouâre/Iâm not going anywhere.â
Alternative Prompts:
If thereâs a prompt above you donât feel inspired or comfortable doing, you can switch it out with one of these alternatives!
Cw: electricity whump, female Whumper, male Whumper, collar, stress position
Electricity runs through her body, and she arcs up, the rope restraints biting into her. She tries to scream, unable to draw in enough breath to do so. Eventually, seconds, minutes, later, it stops, and she gasps.
"Pl..please, no more." Whumpee begs, her voice quiet. Her heart thumps irregularly, her limbs trembling. "I...I can't, please, stop."
"Oh, but I think you can handle it." Whumper leans into view over her. "Besides, I love seeing you like this. The fear in your eyes, the tears. The beautiful gasps. Such a symphony of pain."
A click, and it starts again. The pain races up and down her nerves, attacking her. Whumpee hadn't caught her breath, and now it's caught in her throat, unable to draw in a breath, unable to scream anymore. She sees Whumper smile, his face blurring. Dark spots start filling her vision, humming in her ears.
Her eyes close, open, close and she wants to escape, and the shock stops. She pants, catching her breath. A hand touches her neck, and she doesn't, can't move, barely able to tell what is happening. Whumper is speaking, his mouth moving, but she can't hear over the humming still in her ears.
Whumper frowns when she doesn't respond. He tilts her head, looking into her eyes. There's no fear anymore, she's barely able to focus on him. He grunts, letting her go. He grabs her special collar, a dark red one that matches her hair, and puts it on her, tightening it until it digs into her skin. He unties her from the table, gently picking her up and moving her back to her cell.
Whumpee comes back slowly, groaning as she stares at the floor, grey and rocky. She checks her body, her arms pulled back behind her in a reverse prayer position, the bindings tight. Her wrists are tied to the collar on her neck, and she realizes the collar is a touch too tight, a slight wheeze in every breath. She blinks, attempting to pull her head up, unable to do so. She groans- he must have tied her collar to the ground.
Rocks dig into her knees, and she attempts to shift them. Her legs are bended at the knee, like she's kneeling, more bindings wrapped around her legs, tied together- leg to thigh, and both legs and ankles tied together.
Her body throbs, a deep ache spreading through. Her stomach rumbles, and there's a chuckle from above her.
"How are you feeling? Hungry? In pain?"
"Yo...you..." Whumpee gasps out. Bent over as she is, it makes it harder to talk, and so she stops.
"Hmmm. No response? Good, so you'll be fine like this for...oh, how's a week sound?" Whumper taunts. He has no intention of leaving her that long, he can't last long without tormenting her, but hearing her whimper at the thought makes him smile. "I'll even be nice this time, leave you ungagged, no blindfolds, no headphones. Enjoy." Whumper chuckles, slamming the door shut. There's a small window in the door, and he stands there, watching her, listening to the wheezes and the whimpers she's trying to hold back.
Any media form is allowed (art, fic, gifs, music, whatever).
AI-generated content is NOT permitted.
You can participate however much or as little as you want, no pressure to complete every single day.
You can post your work anywhere on the internet, Tumblr, Ao3, etc.
Tag potential triggers and NSFW accordingly.
If you want to be counted as an official participant and have the chance to be featured on the blog, post your content during the month of April. You can still use the prompt list after April ends.
I canât guarantee that every single work will be featured but Iâll try to reblog as many as I can.
To increase your chances of being featured here, tag your post with the event name and the prompt of the day that you used (For example: #whumpril2025, #whumprilday1, #hug)Â
You can also @ the blog, @whumpril.
Full write-up of the prompts can be found under the cut!
Whumpril 2025 Prompts:
Hug
Lies
Sore
Threat
Neglect
Distrust
Restless
Burnout
Stranded
Bandages
Grounding
Dislocation
Head Injury
Lost/Found
Belittlement
Waterlogged
Interrogation
Mood Swings
Fetal Position
âYouâre next.â
Stage(s) of Grief
Dehumanization
âDonât you dare.â
Sensory Overload
Too Weak to Stand
The Kind One Snaps
Tossing and Turning
Inexperienced Caretaker
âGet your hands off them!â
âYouâre/Iâm not going anywhere.â
Alternative Prompts:
If thereâs a prompt above you donât feel inspired or comfortable doing, you can switch it out with one of these alternatives!
Warning: lady whump, sadistic Whumper. Hogtie, chains, starvation and dehydration mentioned. Electrocution and whipping mentioned. Lady whumper
Whumpee winces as the chains bite into their wrists, trailing up their arms. Her legs are tied together, and she tries to wriggle out of them. She stops, panting, as it does nothing, and tears start falling.
Footsteps echo around her, and Whumpee struggles again. A laugh sounds, and Whumpee stops.
"Oh, darling! You shouldn't have stopped, watching you wriggle like a worm is hilarious!" Whumper bends down, grabbing Whumpees' chin to look them in the eyes. "You're almost broken, then we can start on the fun. And I can't wait."
"Please, please, let me go, I w..won't tell anyone, please." Whumpee begs. Whumper smirks.
"As much as I love you begging, I don't want that yet. Let's get this done properly." Whumper says.
She drops the bag she's holding, and starts rooting around in it. The first thing she grabs is more chains and Whumpee whimpers, sighing as they're set to the side. A large foam sponge and a big ball gag is pulled out next.
"Here we go. Now, this might hurt a little."
Whumper shoves the sponge into Whumpees mouth. It expands quickly as Whumpee tries to shove it out, earning a slap from Whumper. The ball gag pushes the foam deeper, and Whumpee gags as Whumper latches the gag on so tightly the skin around the band turns red.
"Oh dear. Darling, does it hurt?" Whumper asks, watching as Whumpee starts crying more. Whumpee tries to speak, and muffled noises come out. "Well, I don't hear you complaining. And don't worry, it's going to get much much worse, darling! This is just the start! Oh, I can just see you blubbering as I electrocute you, as the whip digs into your skin. But we're not there yet, darling." Whumper pats Whumpees face.
"Now, those restraints seem too loose, don't you think?" Whimper asks, looking at the restraints on the legs. "Look at this, it's not even digging in properly, your skin is barely red. This is a reminder that I should've just done it myself, but I was busy. We can fix this."
Whumper hums as she undoes the chains. Whumpee tries to kick out, earning another slap and Whumper grabs her legs, the chains winding around her ankles, twice, biting into the skin. Whumper moves up and does the same thing halfway between ankles and knees, again at the knees, and on the thighs, each time winding the chains tight. At the end, Whumper smiles and moves back.
"Oh yes, that looks so much better, doesn't it darling? Does it hurt more? I hope so." Whumper asks. "Now, for the arms! If you try to attack me again, you will regret it, understand?"
Whumpee nods. She can't escape with her legs bound anyway, and maybe being compliant will bring mercy.
Whumper unties the arm chains, tying them again tightly. The chains wind around Whumpees' wrists, between the wrists and elbows, the elbows, and the forearms. Whumpee whines at the last one, as it pulls her shoulders back in an agonizing motion. Whumper grins and tugs on it again, making her whine again.
"Oh, you are making the most amazing sounds! It's too bad that I have to wait a few days before playing with you again."
Whumper starts pulling Whumpees' legs backwards to her wrists, tying them together once Whumpee is in a hogtie position. She walks around to stare Whumpee in the eye.
"Oh yes, you look like you're in agonizing pain." Whumper says softly. Whumpee whines. "One last touch."
The chain wraps loosely around Whumpees' neck, tightening as her head is forced back, the chain being tied to her wrists.
Whumpee cries softly. Her shoulders ache from being pulled back, her body is already throbbing from the chains, her jaw aches from the ball gag, and her breathing is becoming laboured from the chain and the gag.
"I wonder how it'll feel after a day of this. Will it be worse? Will you go numb?" Whumper muses. "Of course, you'll find out, and you'll tell me when I come back in a few days. Oh, yes. I probably should have asked you, but it doesn't matter much! I hope you can go awhile without food and water."
Whumpee whines and moans.
"Well, see. I have plans. I'm off to go have dinner. But you? You're going to stay here, in this position, until I decide to return. And even if I decide to untie you, you're going to have to earn the right to beg to eat and drink. I'm thinking...well, the longest time a human can go without eating is 7 days, and 3 days with no water." Whumper smirks as she makes her way to the door. "But I think you could beat that record, don't you? Have fun!" Whumper leaves, the footsteps getting quieter.
Aâs shoulders ached and shook with the effort to pull, but their arms wouldnât move. The skin on their wrists was breaking against the restraints tying their hands behind their back. They bucked and pushed but nothing they did would make the punishing heavy weight over them ease up. The hand in their hair holding them down, twisting with their every move so hard they could feel some of it being pulled out by the roots.
And none of it mattered because Aâs lungs were on fire. Their heart pounding with a deafening beat, competing with their panicked thoughts; donât breathe, canât breathe, I have to breathe, I have to get out, I need air, I canât breathe!
Suddenly the water was pulled away from them, or them pulled from the tub filled with water, A couldnât tell, couldnât care. All they could care about was the air they desperately gulped down and sputtered on, coughing when half of the water still dripping down from their face followed the air down their lungs.
It hurt so much. Their throat, their lungs, their shoulders and wrists, everything hurt like theyâd been rubbed raw. Like their skin had been sanded off and left them a bleeding, pulsating sore mess. The cold air against their bare skin felt like burning.
They shuddered and felt their whole body shaking against someone else. Belatedly A realized theyâd fallen back against B, who was holding them tight to their chest and rubbing soothing circles on their back. A shuddered again but they couldnât move.
âThere you go.â B was murmuring. âIf only you could be this sweet all the time, hm?â
A didnât answer. Their throat didnât work and they couldnât breathe right.
If B liked them like this, maybe they would stop? A closed their eyes at the thought, something like nausea roiling deep down in their stomach. But they couldnât push away anyway, their hands were tied and their muscles shaking.
It wouldnât be like giving up. Not really.
A choked. It wasnât a sob. Their face was wet from the water. Their eyes and throat was burning because they had been drowning. They werenât giving up.
They pressed their face against Bâs solid shoulder, soaking up the little warmth they could. B made a deep âhmmâ sound, making their chest vibrate against A, sounding pleased and A couldnât help but relax a little.
âLetâs go one more time.â
A went rigid, their tired muscles locking up and struggling to move. But B was already moving, had already maneuvered Aâs body back to kneeling over the tub.
There was white cloudy panic at the corners of Aâs vision, their body too tired and shaky to really push away. They couldnât breathe. It was like their lungs thought they were already under the water.
âNhh-â there wasnât enough air for them to make words, not even to beg.
Bâs hand was iron in their hair again, forcing them closer to the surface of the dark water. B chuckled with their mouth so close to Aâs ear they could feel a last hot puff of air.
aren't gorillas gentle giants or something. i stay out of his way, he doesn't maul me, we have a nice time picking out clothes together in opposite sides of the mall
Male gorillas are super aggressive and territorial. Also they interpret nearly every human mannerism as a sign of aggression or a challenge. Smiling and eye contact are both things that zookeepers have to be taught to suppress when theyâre in the vicinity of gorillas.
This is all irrelevant because the obvious answer is five black mambas. I mean, thatâs not actually very many snakes, and malls are fucking huge. And unlike a gorilla you can definitely outrun a snake if it does show up. Find an open space in the mall where you can see any snake coming and just hangout out there. Fucking easy.
Misguided! I would much rather have a mallmate I can easily see and hear coming. I'm confident I can stay out of the gorilla's way, but if I step on a snake or one otherwise gets the jump on me, it's all over.
It's not just about the physical danger either, it's about my mental health. One gorilla, unless he's actively mad at me, I just keep a healthy distance between us and make sure I never get trapped. With the snakes, it requires a lot more constant vigilance
Black mambas have a reputation build on being very venomous and very fast. I'm not sure why you would think you could outrun one (or five) in an enclosed space like a mall.
Malls usually have pretty slick floors, and escalators. Iâd choose the gorilla simply because I think that would make an more interesting story (and a better-selling autobiography, I Survived the Mall Gorilla) but I think Iâd stand a pretty good chance at avoiding the mamba. Theyâre fast and aggressive and will chase you but unless we started immediately beside each other I think my sneakers would have the terrain advantage over scutes.
fucking enamored with the implication that this gorilla is fully intelligent but is trying to manufacture plausible deniability like the movie barnyard
