Mandatory "not for minors" note here; I won't inspect everyone who follows/interacts with my posts because I'm not your mom but if I notice you're under the arbitrary "adult" age I will not engage back
I try to tag sensitive content and, for fics, also include warnings separately in the beginning, but don't be shy to ask me to tag something I've overlooked!
The blog handle is a play on the Deathstars song/album Synthetic Generation because I'm cringe like that
Content (warnings) you may encounter here:
Nausea & vomiting
Illness & injury in general
Intoxication
BDSM-adjacent things
Questionable consent
Content I'm not into:
Scat (may be mentioned along with emeto in the context of stomach bug / food poisoning or such but never graphic)
Omorashi (may be mentioned in the context of a character losing control of their bladder while vomiting, or such, but not as a main thing)
Extreme stuffing (light "accidental" stuffing may happen in the context of a character overeating because they failed to listen to their body)
Age regression, pet play, weight gain, force feeding, and a lot of other things because the list of kinks that exist is endless and my interests are limited
Links to OC 'verses / character intros incoming shortly!
Welcome to the 2026 Whumperless Whump Event, where we celebrate all kinds of situational, accidental and environmental whump! If this is your first time, welcome in--if you've been here before, thanks for coming back!
FAQ and text version under the cut!
Frequently Asked Questions:
Q: Where can I find the prompts list?
A: @whumperless-whump-event on Tumblr.
Q: How are the prompts divided?
A: Each day has a "title" or a vague theme, followed by two tropes and one dialogue prompt.
Q: Can I use the title as a prompt?
A: Absolutely.
Q: Do I have to use all of the prompts?
A: Not at all.
Q: Can I use all the prompts?
A: Absolutely.
Q: If I'm writing a chronological story, can I swap days to fit the timeline?
A: Yes, just make sure you tag your days and prompts appropriately. If you're writing for day 6, but you post it on day 12, tag day 6, not day 12.
Q: Can I have early or late entries?
A: Yes. This is a very laid back event, and meant mainly to inspire lots of whumperless whump. It's not a strict writing challenge.
Q: Is there an Ao3 collection?
A: Yes! This year's collection is linked here. The parent collection also includes 2024 and 2025--make sure you select 2026.
Q: Can I write [insert anything here]?
A: Yes. However, this blog will not reblog certain topics (ex. nsfw or suicide), so please tag your works appropriately, so anyone can filter out anything they don't want to see.
Q: Can I use AI?
A: No.
Q: Can a whumper be included in the prompt fill?
A: The short answer is no. The long answer is that you cannot have the role of whumper in your prompt fill (aka: no whumper-on-whumpee); however, if the character you want to be a whumpee or a caretaker happens to be a whumper, then as long as they are not fulfilling the role of whumper, it's fine. Also, if there is a whumper, it must be totally impersonal and faceless. Here are some examples for clarification:
A character's drink is spiked at a party.
OKAY: The whumper who spiked the drink is never mentioned and is completely faceless, and the story is directly about whumpee recovering.
NOT WHUMPERLESS: The whumper who spiked the drink kidnaps the whumpee.
A character is left alone in a storm.
OKAY: The character is stranded or lost.
NOT WHUMPERLESS: Whumper tied them to a post and left them in the storm.
A character is mugged on the street.
OKAY: The whumper is a stranger, faceless, and the focus is on Whumpee.
NOT WHUMPERLESS: The whumper is a stalker and there to kidnap Whumpee.
All in all, if your goal is to fulfill the event, then try to avoid a whumper. If you're using the prompts elsewhere, then ignore this, but in the spirit of the event, no whumper roles please.
Q: How do I tag my posts?
A: Tag with #whumperless whump event, #wwevent 2026 and #wwevent day [x](Don't just tag wwe, that's wresting.) Make sure to tag the fill type (art, fic, music, etc) with #fic, #art, #et cetera. Then, tag triggers and content warnings. Please put these first in the tag order! It just makes it easier to reblog.
Q: How do I get reblogged?
A: Mention this blog in your post! It's the easiest way for me to find you. Otherwise, I won't reblog it. (This also means if you do not want your post reblogged to the event, just don't mention the blog, and it'll stay private.)
Q: I disagree with something/have an issue with a prompt/want to address a problem. How should I do it?
A: Send me an ask and we can fix it. I am more than willing to work through any problems--I am human, and not without fault.
I think that's about it. That's a lot, so if you've got any other questions that aren't on the list, feel free to shoot me an ask. I'm happy to help!
Plain Text:
Like a Baby Seal to Water: Fishtailing / Near drowning / "I thought I was going to die."
Somebody's Gotta Do It: Unexpected caretaker / Touch starvation / "You don't have to hide from me."
A Lull in the Chaos: Bedside vigil / Checking vitals / "Can you… sing? Until I fall asleep?"
How Are You So Oblivious: Unknowingly feverish / Falling asleep at work / "Can you drink some water for me?"
Wilderness Experts: Poisoned / Caught in a trap / "I don't know where we are."
Down The Wrong Pipe: Choking / Seizures / "Call an ambulance, tell 'em they're not breathing."
Wrong Place, Wrong Time: Panic attack / Overstimulated / "Get me out of here."
Are You Sure This Is Normal: Natural disasters / Scared of thunder / "We're safe in here, okay? I think."
Dropping Like Flies: Multiple whumpees / Caretaking while sick or injured / "I'll get some rest soon, I promise."
A Warm Welcome: Coming home from the hospital / Cuddle piles / "You scared me so badly…"
Bodily Betrayal: Stomach sick / Carried to bed / "…Yeah. I can call in sick for you."
You Make Me Lose My Breath: Wheezing / Altitude sickness / "You're not making sense."
Waking In A Cold Sweat: Midnight hospital visit / Allergic reaction / "I thought you were getting better."
The Final Straw: Grief / Mental breakdown / "You don't need to be okay right now."
so i don't really drink, as in alcohol. besides using jaegermeister for a sore throat (like... a tablespoon-ish at a time lmao) it's been over a year since i had anything alcoholic. i still have a can of cider in my fridge that i bought for a christmas party the year before last. not saying this from any kind of moral purity point of view or anything, just for context. i've never been what i'd call "drunk", i've been mildly tipsy on occasion.
but i have managed to make myself sick from alcohol once upon a time. very much by accident, very much did not enjoy it at the time (was way more on the phobia side of the fence still), but after the fact (...years after the fact, lol) it's kinda hot.
i was... well, let's say of a legal age to buy strong alcohol in my country and leave it at that, partly because i don't remember precisely. and i was tiny, probs weighed around 50kg, less than 55kg for sure. and i'd bought this berry-flavored drink that called itself "strong wine" but i'm not sure it should call itself wine, but then again i'm not an expert so idefk. anyway point being it was sweet, and strong, and i completely underestimated it.
i lived alone and sometimes i'd have a cider or a breezer while gaming or writing, and i guess i treated this the same way. my eating habits were also rather uhh... sporadic, at that point in time. so, i'd not eaten, and i was drinking this alcohol that was stronger than i was used to. i can't remember how long it took or anything, like i said this was years ago, i just remember feeling dizzy all of a sudden, i don't remember feeling super nauseous but i remember the realization that oh, fuck, i'm actually gonna be sick.
i lived in a small studio apartment with a tiny bathroom. i remember getting up from my desk and slowly walking to the bathroom, in a weird state of disbelief that was slowly being replaced the certainty that yeah, okay, this is happening. i was kinda shaky by the time i knelt in front of the toilet. i sat there, still sort of thinking maybe it'll pass... but no such luck. like i said, i'd not eaten, or i guess even drank that much anything else, cos there really was not much to bring up. i dry heaved a while, finally bringing up the saddest, small amount of vomit, and then it was done. i sat there on the bathroom floor for a while longer, probably low key dissociating, feeling dizzy and like the whole thing was happening to someone else. and then i think i just drank some water and went to sleep.
idk if anyone within reach of this post is gonna be even remotely in the target demographic for this question but i just have to wonder, do people who put shit like "proshippers dni" in their description actually know what that means? like "pro" is literally just the opposite of "anti" and antis (somewhat successfully even) turning the term into a boogeyman and kids totally buying into it like... hello?? shit's wild
Feel themself starting to pass out and immediately just try to make sure their companion(s) don't panic, like "don't be alarmed but I'm going to pass out" and maybe offloading as much instructions for what the other person/people should do about it as they can before hitting the ground
Bonus points if they get no further than "don't be alarmed-" before dropping
consider: going for a holiday in the mountains (which mountains? irrelevant for now), maybe for the first time or maybe not but either way you don't go there often enough to remember how altitude affects your body
it's not high enough for altitude sickness in itself to be a real problem, but you notice it in subtle ways, worse sleep quality, constantly feeling a little dehydrated, alcohol hitting you harder than it should
of course, you remember the last bit only once you've already downed several shots, an amount you can normally handle just fine but now you're definitely feeling like you should have paced yourself... only it's too late now and, oh, fuck, that last shot's coming right back up any second now and you panic and make a mad dash to the exit, weaving and bumping into people that get in your way
maybe you make it, only to be horribly sick right outside to the entertainment or disgust of all the people who've popped out for a smoke, or maybe there's too much crowd and can't get outside in time, or maybe you bump into someone who catches you to steady you and you puke helplessly all over them for their efforts
(also consider working at a bar/night club at a resort in the mountains and seeing tourists overdo it all the time due to the effects of altitude)
overheating and dehydration on a warm sunny day at the beach , maybe having one too many ice cream cones or a particularly hard wave hitting your already icky tummy hard . having to walk to your partner in the heat , hand clutching your tum as pinky ice cream and seawater sick spills from your patched lips , the heat not helping one bit . cold towels and AC at your beachy hotel room , too hot for tummy rubs . soft touches and being held in a cold shower.
soft thunder and rainstorms in a coastal cottage . cold air seeping through salty waters and getting into cracks , upsetting an already sick belly . cuddles and sweaters and hot tea . runs to the quiet and almost cryptic pharmacy . bowls of warm steamy soup coming right back up onto fluffy blankets , tummy rubs and hot baths …
Verse: Heartbreak Mountain (look I suck at names okay)
Characters (left to right): Aaron, Daniel, Lukas
Setting: a fictional ski resort town in the Swiss Alps
Character portraits made with this picrew
Aaron
38 years old
doctor, ex military
left the army four years ago due to accumulative trauma & burnout, tried working at a civilian ER but it didn't work out, moved to a cabin in the Alps in an attempt to self-isolate and hide from the world
takes shifts at the clinic in the town when they need extra hands & volunteers with the SAR
Daniel
27 years old
ski instructor, seasonal worker at the ski resort
used to compete at the national level with fair success, but quit competing because he didn't want to commit to the lifestyle required to push for international success
Lukas
28 years old
ski instructor, seasonal worker at the ski resort
has worked there before, knows the local legends and best places for food & drinks
unrelated to previous post, but how about a triad getting sick one by one and the others just hoping the first one's illness will pass before the last one falls?
A gets comes home from work early because they felt unwell, a couple hours later B comes home as well and finds A in the bathroom, either actively puking or having just puked.
B texts C, who has a late shift, so that they'll know what to expect and /or make a supply run on their way home, then B shifts into caretaker mode.
the first night is rough for A, and by proxy everyone involved. A can't keep anything down, wakes up every hour or so to be violently sick. B and C take turns catching some sleep while the other watches over A.
towards the morning B begins to feel off as well, and it's still subtle enough that they could write it off as exhaustion but in the circumstances there's not much chance it's not the same bug that A has. so they curl up in bed with A while C keeps vigil over them both.
by noon A's keeping small amounts of fluids down, still fevered and out of it. and then B starts vomiting. it comes on suddenly, somehow taking them by surprise even though they were expecting it, and they're puking into a bucket right there in the bed which wakes A up and sets them off again as well, leaving C to try and juggle the bucket between their two sick partners.
after that incident, A seems to be done vomiting, but obviously very weak and rehudrating slowly to avoid further setbacks. B's in the thick of it now, too sick to sleep, spending most of the day trembling in C's arms while C holds the bucket under their mouth tries in vain to comfort them between the violent bouts of retching.
most of the second night passes in this manner. A's mostly sleeping, relocated to the couch so that they're spared the immediate proximity of B's illness. C sits in the bed propped up against the pillows and the headboard with B cradled in their arms. a couple of times C falls asleep briefly, only to be woken up by B gagging weakly into their shoulder.
towards morning, things seem to calm down somewhat, and all three catch a few hours of uninterrupted sleep.
the next day feels kind of like a ceasefire. B's mostly sleeping, with C very carefully making them drink small sips of electrolyte solution whenever they wake. A's clearly on the mend, by lunch time graduating from water and electrolyte drinks to broth and crackers. C keeps powering through the exhaustion, forcing themself to eat small meals of bland foods throughout the day to keep up their strength, as if they could by sheer power of denial keep the illness at bay until the other two are both back on their feet.
they almost make it.
in the evening, B's alert enough that they want to take a shower because they feel gross. C's not convinced that it's a great idea, not yet, but B's insistent and so they help them into the bathroom and into the shower.
and while B's in the shower, C suddenly begins to feel dizzy. they sit down on the closed lid of the toilet, trying to breathe through it, but black spots bloom in their vision and the bathroom is spinning around them. they move to sit on the floor instead, not wanting to risk falling. B notices and asks if they're okay; C tries to answer but instead of words, a shallow gag comes out.
B hears this and gets out of the shower, haphazardly wrapping a towel around themself and shouting for A. meanwhile C, too dizzy to even lean over the toilet though it's right there, heaves again, head hanging between their knees and vomit splashing between their legs onto the tile floor.
so i just remembered something from years and years ago... a family friend who liked to cook had a custom made apron with insulation in the mid region because the sustained heat from the stove whilst cooking made their stomach upset. anyone else with similar experiences? (with regards to the heat effect, not the insulated apron, lmao)
your alarm goes off at 6:30 like always. you work from home on wednesdays but you want to keep your sleep schedule consistent like all the experts say you should, and really, it's been working great for the past 6 months so you figure they must be on to something.
you feed the cats. some mornings you wish you had a dog to motivate you to go out for a jog before breakfast, but today you're glad you don't. you're not even sure why; the weather is great and in theory a jog should sound nice, but all you really want to do is sit down and stare into nothing. you figure maybe it's your body telling you you didn't sleep well so you decide not to push it.
you do your 15 minutes of light yoga anyway, to the great entertainment of the cats, who insist on participating. you feel a little dizzy afterwards--and during, you just tried to ignore it--but you blame low blood sugar and head into the kitchen for breakfast.
you click the coffee machine on, already pre-loaded for your usual two cups since yesterday evening. you take the bowl of overnight oats out of the fridge. you eat a few spoonfuls while waiting for the coffee but something about it tastes wrong. maybe the yogurt you used was off. you didn't think so, but either way, the thought of finishing the bowl turns your stomach so you throw it away and just drink your coffee with some crackers.
it's 7:24 and just a bit over 1,5 hours before your work day officially starts, you're grumpy, disappointed with your breakfast and the general state of the world this morning so you decide to go back to bed until it's work time.
you close your eyes and suddenly it's 9:48 and you wake up to three missed calls from your manager and a long enough rant on whatsapp that it makes your eyes glaze over trying to read it. "sorry," you type in a reply, "missed my alarm. fever. going back to sleep." you're not actually sure you have a fever but you're starting to accept that something's not right, and the way you're starting to feel shivery makes it a fair bet that fever is not far off. the thought of going to the bathroom to find the thermometer feels like a herculean task, so you just mute notifications on your phone and curl up tighter under the duvet.
you try to fall asleep again but the room keeps spinning in lazzy, sickening circles around you and it gets worse every time you're about to drift off. the cats have positioned themselves around you, one in the crook of your knees, one next to your belly, one on the pillow behind your head. usually you don't mind them in your bed--and good luck keeping cats out of bed anyway--but now the purring warmth pressing against your stomach is making you aware of a vague, formless sense of dread that isn't quite nausea yet but you can imagine by now that it's headed that way.
it's 10:37 when you give up on trying to sleep and relocate to the couch. the cats happily occupy the space you left behind.
you arm yourself with supplies. blanket and pillows, bottled water, ginger mints, a box of tissues. trash can, though you hate puking in anything but the toilet, because you have to clean it up yourself anyway. by now you're definitely feeling queasy, and when you tug the waistband of your yoga pants down a little to ease the pressure on your stomach, you're surprised to see how bloated you've become.
you settle in to read a little but you can't focus on the words on the screen of your e-reader. your stomach is giving the occasional ominous gurgle, and as you press your hand lightly against it, you can feel the movement under your palm. you give up on reading and just close your eyes, your heart beating fast and your breath coming in quick and shallow.
it's shortly before noon that the burps start. you cover your mouth as a tiny bubble of air forces its way up, silent and acidic and bringing little relief. you take a sip of water to rid yourself of the taste, and immediately regret it as the next burp brings the water bubbling up the back of your throat, not all the way into your mouth but too close for comfort. you swallow it back down, torn between resignation and denial that this is how it's going to be.
you spend the next thirty minutes or so fighting the inevitable, shifting every so often to find a position that might feel better but there isn't one. the pitifully small sip of water feels cool in the back of your throat with every increasingly wet burp, and the coffee and the few spoonfuls of oatmeal you had for breakfast seem to have turned into a rancid mess of sick in your bloated belly.
the shift from anxiety to inevitability is so subtle you could almost miss it if the inevitability itself wasn't so overwhelming. you body shifts gears from 'oh god am i going to be sick?' to 'okay, i'm going to be sick' and suddenly you're not anxious anymore. you get up and make your way to the bathroom because you do hate having to rinse the trash can after vomiting. you walk a little hunched over, with the exaggerated steadiness of someone who feels anything but, one hand cradling your middle and the other hovering over your mouth as if it's going to stop the inevitable.
you kneel in front of the toilet, thankful for the soft bath mat cushioning your knees from the cold tile floor. you shiver as you lean over the toilet bowl. your breath hitches as your stomach lurches in a weak false start. an especially foul burp works its way out, and for a ludicrous second you feel the relief and think maybe that was it, maybe you're not going to, after all...
the dry heave that clenches your core immediately proves such thoughts wrong. you're gripping the toilet seat with both hands, trembling and breathing too fast. thick saliva drips from your open mouth into the clear water below. just as you're thinking about how gross it looks, the next heave seizes your body. this time a small trickle of your stomach contents surges up your throat, burning every inch of the way and tasting absolutely vile. you spit, but almost before you can prepare yourself, your stomach heaves again.
and again.
and again, and finally a more substantial amount of the vile sludge that used to be coffee and oats comes up and splashes into the toilet with a force. you draw a shuddering breath, catch a glimpse of something that looks uncomfortably like undigested oats in the no-longer-clear water, and then you're heaving again.
you're not sure how long it lasted--probably not as long as it felt like, your rational brain feels the need to point out--but finally you sit back on your haunches, trembling, wiping tears of excertion from your eyes and wishing you had the foresight to bring the water bottle with you. your throat is burning, your sinuses are burning, and your stomach doesn't feel much emptier than it was before.
you may be done for now, but you're not done.
you spit some more, blow your nose for what good it does. you get up on shaking legs, flush the toilet. wash your hands and face before making your way back to the couch. you walk slightly hunched over, with the exaggerated steadiness of someone who feels anything but, yet the motion of your careful steps makes your remaining stomach contents slosh and swirl uncomfortably.
My first post. This was from last weekend, but I’m so fucking horny I decided to share. Had my regular protein shake for lunch, and it made my stomach hurt really bad. I went to go lay down, thinking it would pass, but I really didn’t feel good. I was sweating. My stomach was gurgling. I couldn’t stop burping. All of a sudden I got the intense urge to gag. There was this awful, nauseating pressure in my chest. I felt like I was about to throw up everywhere! I never vomit so this was a surprise. I ran to the bathroom and started recording. I brought up the protein shake and lots of coffee and bits of breakfast. I felt much better after getting it all up. Ugh. My dick is throbbing just thinking about it.
i've been thinking about a video (or videos? think there were multiple) of a well-dressed twink puking in a bath tub and i can't remember where i saw it... i have a very vague feeling that it was on tumblr but can't be sure
the person was kinda vaguely androgynous-looking but, so far as i could tell, male-presenting, maybe ~20yo but difficult to tell, with bleached blonde hair and smooth features, no facial hair, and at least in the video i remember they were wearing a suit and sitting in the bath tub and vomiting all over themself
