these prompts came together through community submissions and a voting form where people voted for their favorites, here are the top 53 prompts
i enjoy this format so like last year there are 15 creation prompts and 15 community prompts/questions. the community prompts are entirely voluntary but are here to possibly inspire some community interaction and trying new things
very excited to see some awesome creations in january!
go here for info/rules/tagging
go here for faqs
go here for the 2026 ao3 collection
(note: number 31 is not a creation prompt and not required to complete the challenge, it's just colored black so the colors add up)
text version of the prompts and rules is under the cut
(image description note: there are 31 numbered prompts, on each odd number the text color is black and on even numbers the text color is white)
Whumpuary 2026
a whump-themed multi media creation event for january
create for at least one prompt from each odd/black number to complete the challenge community prompts (even/white) numbers are voluntary
main prompts
memory loss | tied up | winter
do you prefer fandom or oc whump?
can't speak | caught | broken glass
have you done other whump events?
ransom | burns | not good enough
share your favorite whump media (tv, game, book, …)
drowning | "something isn't right" | hunted
send an ask to someone in the whump community
cornered | shaky hands | phone call
have you always liked whump?
trapped | sleep deprivation | "please"
share any music/videos/etc you listen to while creating
"hold still" | possession | impaled
any favorite things you'd like to see more of in whump?
breaking point | came back wrong | breathe
halfway through! rest & take a break
blood trail | "is this real?" | storm
take 5-10 minutes to work on a wip
seeing double | shivering | restrained
who's your current favorite character to whump?
attacked from behind | poison | red
comment on someones work in the #whumpuary tag
interrogation | numb | wrist grabbing
draw/doodle something whumpy
limping | fatigue | "i don't believe you"
what are your top 5 favorite whump tropes?
"i tried" | pinned against the wall | haunted
create in a new/less familiar medium
touch starved | "i need help" | secret reveal
share your favorite whump creation you’ve made
share your favorite whump creation someone else made
alt prompts
failed escape
gagged
old injuries
exhaustion
blood loss
"don't"
nowhere to go
flashbacks
rules & info
-any medium is allowed (art, writing, gifs, edits, ...)
-prompts are open for interpretation (but the context should be whumpy)
-create for at least one of three prompts on creation prompt days (black/odd numbers) to complete the challenge
-if you're not aiming for completionist you can do however many prompts you want any way you want
-community prompts (white/even numbers) are voluntary and don't count for completionist (but can be combined with creation prompts if applicable)
-use alt prompts to replace main prompts you don't like
some works posted on tumblr will be reblogged if tagged correctly
-#whumpuary2026
-#whumpuaryno1 (number of the prompt(s))
-any trigger/content warning tags
-any additional tags (fandom, oc, other used tropes, ...)
Whumpee looks the same at first glance. Normal enough, for dying and returning.
But in time, the... subtler changes become apparent.
Their best friend looks them in the eye for the first time since they came back.
It's a different shade of blue.
Their touch is always icy cold, as if they never recovered the body heat lost during death.
They smile just a little too wide.
Or not wide enough.
Their teeth a little too sharp.
Sometimes Whumpee stares into the shadows, perhaps lost in memory, perhaps challenging a lurking entity.
The evidence of the wound that killed them is still there.
A jagged scar, messily healed.
The shoulder that was broken before the final blow still aches, healed, but not properly.
Yet pain doesn't affect them in the same way.
Whumpee stares at the blood running down their arm from an accidental cut numbly, as if it were happening to somebody else.
They walk off injuries that would have incapacitated anyone else, ignoring stab wounds, injuries to vital organs, blows that should cause severe concussions.
But the only wounds that bother them are the old wounds from the day they died.
Whumpee flinches at sudden movements.
When they sleep, they are tormented by nightmares.
In battle, they are a force to be reckoned with.
Enemies are found torn to pieces with no mercy.
Their teammates try to reconcile with the changes.
Whumpee is still the same person, after all.
Aren't they?
Tag List: @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion @scaewolf
I wrote a Jax fanfic just a few days ago about him getting a migraine while working at Spudsy's then talking to Gangle for a while. I figured maybe it'd be good to share here :]
Wordcount: 1.3k
Content Warnings: Cursing. Descriptions of migraines, pain, nausea, and overstimulation. Heavily implied internalized ableism. If there are more, please let me know!
AO3 Link
Reblogs/comments/asks are appreciated!! I'm taking requests :333
Entire fic under cut :]
Why the fuck was this the adventure today.
Usually it wasn’t so bad, a breath of fresh air, a dim room, something manageable. But this? Jax wanted to scream.
His head throbbed within a rhythm that the fluorescent lights flickered with. He was legitimately going to kill Gangle later.
Granted, the lunch rush was over, that was nice at least. But it didn’t end the tightness in his jaw and neck as he forced his mind through every thought and consequential movement for that Spudsy Satisfaction Guarantee™
Whatever that meant anyway.
He finished serving a customer- one reused from a previous adventure, but he couldn’t care enough to catch the name as he closed his eyes tightly. Fireworks exploded behind his eyelids and he took a full second before being able to open them again.
It was getting darker outside, maybe he could take a second out there to escape all of this. He settled on the idea too quickly for his liking as he squinted down the room and walked to the back entrance. He knocked into someone on the way there, forcing him to take another deep breath to erase the upcoming nausea and he stormed past without a second acknowledgement. There was something said to him, either from Pomni or Gangle, he didn’t quite notice, but either way, it certainly wasn’t important enough.
The moment he stepped outside and closed the door wasn’t pure relief, but it was close enough to it. He roughly moved himself onto the ground, stumbling partially on his way.
Why- why did they have to do an adventure like this?
He shakily exhaled and clutched his temple. Maybe the walk-in freezer would be better, something cold to put on his forehead, but he mentally rejected the idea since it would involve stepping back into the chaos another time, even if just for a brief moment.
He considered his options carefully. Okay well maybe not carefully, but he spent a while considering the pros and cons. He started barely uncurling himself from his spot on the dirty pavement when the door suddenly slammed open.
Instinctively, he covered his ears and closed his eyes, unable to rise over the surge of pain. He took a few sharp inhales before he felt a presence on his shoulder and he quickly moved away with a small whimper. He looked at the direction and- Gangle.
He shivered, maybe from the cold breeze, and put his hands over his eyes, “What do you want, Ribbons?”
Gangle’s chipper voice felt like silverware on porcelain, “That’s no way to talk to a manager, and this certainly isn’t what you’re supposed to be doing! Didn’t I tell you to-”
“I don’t care what you told me to do. Not right now," Jax's voice quivered just a small amount. He couldn’t stop himself from talking, “Not right now, I- I need a minute. I need two at least.”
Gangle tilted her head but Jax didn’t look over at all, “You’ve already taken well over the allowed amount of break time for today. Do I need to give you some more training so you’ll-”
“Shut up, Gangle!” He looked at her for the first time during that conversation. Gangle’s face shifted as it typically did, a bit sad and almost wincing. She blurred in his vision as water rose- nope, he was crying. Dammit, he couldn’t do this in front of her. Kinger, Pomni- practically anyone except the one actually in charge for once, getting a high from the control she suddenly possessed.
He quickly looked away and put his hands over his eyes. Aside from hiding the tears better, it built some nice pressure and hid the light further. “Sorry,” he mumbled.
His anxiety struggled to build some kind of witty insult before Gangle hesitantly spoke, her voice much softer, “Jax… are you okay?”
“Peachy.”
“No, I-” Gangle sighed. The two were never close, how could they be? The only thing they had in common was the hell they were in, but even in that moment, it wasn’t truly shared. “I can leave if you want me to. I’ll take over your role for a bit.”
Jax looked at Gangle, forgetting the embarrassment just for a moment. The tears still remained in his eyes but didn’t quite overflow. He opened his mouth to speak only to exhale, finally pushing the water over the edge. He wiped them away without as much concern, no one would believe Gangle if she told the others, right?
“Um…” Jax awkwardly felt his mind blank, almost as if all the potential words he could use were floating infinitely in front of him, unable to be obtained. “I got a question actually.”
Gangle perked right up into her upbeat voice, “Go right ahead!” Jax’s flinch went well-acknowledged as she followed up in a conversational whisper, “I’m all ears.” She took a small step and sat down next to Jax, trying to clean the ground a bit before sitting.
“Y’know the training you sent me to?” His mouth was dry upon the memory but he persisted with Gangle’s nod, “How does that work? Do you decide like…”
Gangle continued after a moment, “Well I’m not sure what exactly you went through in there, but I mostly thought about you watching training videos, like on an old VCR. The kind-” she chuckled, “The kind I watched when I trained for my old job.”
Jax nodded to himself and remained quiet. “What about the darkness there?”
“Darkness?”
“Yeah, it was-” This was stupid, he already got a breath of fresh air, next time his pain surged he should just go to the supply closet and lock it behind him. Screw talking about it. “Never mind, forget it. I can work just fine.” He started getting up but his body naturally slowed him down with an even worse pain spike as he groaned and clutched his head. He felt her gaze pierce through his body, taking in the savory details. He excused himself in a rough voice, “I’m fine, really.”
“No no, Jax, rest for a moment.” She hovered near his body, encouraging him to sit without inherently making contact. He got the message whether he wanted to or not and curled himself into a ball. He forgot she was next to him until about a minute later. “To answer your question, I guess I did imagine darkness. The few days I trained, the lights were out, so it was just me and the old-fashioned mini-TV.”
She waited a moment before continuing, “I could try to send you there. With um. The darkness? Just that or would you want the videos too?”
“Just the darkness. No sound, I-” He looked at her, though not by much, still trying to shield any of the nearby light. “Why are you helping me? I…” He flashed through his memories, piece by piece of every interaction they’ve had, “If I was in your spot, I’d make my life hell.” He pushed out a constrained laugh, “It wouldn’t be that hard to do that.”
Gangle frowned. “This is different.”
“Is it?”
“Yeah.” They both waited a while. “I’m not angry at you.”
“You aren’t?”
“Not at all.” She laughed sadly, “Maybe I should be. But… I’m not.”
Jax hated how he felt like a broken record, looping on ideas in the same way the pain rotated around, playing with his mind like silly putty. “You should be. Really, Gangle.” His voice became small. “This is probably your one and only shot.”
Gangle sighed softly with a smile, “And I’m okay with it going to waste. I’ll figure something else out if I ever wanted to ‘get back’ at you.”
His mind ran with a million questions, but he felt too exhausted to push any out, so he just numbly nodded instead. Gangle stood up, and there was a panged realization within Jax that maybe she wasn’t going to help at all and it was all a plan to humiliate him at his worst and send him right back to work when he finally expects relief. But all he really got was a succinct, “Goodbye Jax. I hope the ‘training’ helps.”
And he was gone. And it was dark. And he felt his body collapse beneath him yet the ground was soft and expecting his arrival.
(edit in case anyone actually reads this, i messed up and put "i'm fine" in twice for day 25 and alt prompt, so either ignore that or you can use "do it" as an additional alt prompt)
these prompts came together through community submissions and then a voting form where people voted for their favorites, here are the top 53 prompts
i want to try a slightly new format where there are still only 15 days for creation prompts but with additional community prompts/questions. those are entirely voluntary but are here to possibly inspire some community interaction and trying new things
i'm excited to see some awesome creations in january!
go here for info/rules/tagging
go here for faqs
(note: number 31 is not a creation prompt and therefore not required to complete the challenge, it's just colored black so the colors add up)
text version of the prompts and rules is under the cut
(image description note: there are 31 numbered prompts, on each odd number the text color is black and on even numbers the text color is white)
Whumpuary 2025
a whump-themed multi media creation event for january
create for at least one prompt from each odd/black number to complete the challenge
community prompts (even/white) numbers are voluntary
main prompts
1. sacrifice | headache | "this will hurt"
2. how did you find the whump community?
3. choice | storm | black eye
4. what are your favorite whump tropes?
5. "do you trust me" | manhandled | chills
6. share your favorite whump creations (others or yours!)
7. unfair fight | insomnia | "no one is coming"
8. what media genre do you like whump in?
9. trapped under rubble | gunpoint | out of time
10. write your own whump prompt
11. "i didn't ask for this" | blood | abandoned
12. create something in a new/less familiar medium
13. close call | sleep | choking
14. what's your favorite character dynamic?
15. handcuffed | dead | "please, stop"
16. leave a comment on a whump fic/art/creation
17. drugged | "i'm glad you're alive" | revenge
18. favorite whump medium? (movie, book, art, ...)
19. "let them go" | overworked | head injury
20. send a nice message to someone in the community
21. bruises | "who are you?" | immortality
22. take 10 minutes to work on a wip
23. backhand slap | alone | "i can't do this anymore"
24. what do you take inspiration in?
25. "i'm fine" | missing | drowsiness
26. draw/doodle something whumpy
27. stuck in a loop | twisting the knife | rescue
28. find a creator in the #whumpuary tag and send them an ask
29. kidnapped | "don't leave me" | devotion
30. make a whump meme
31. say something nice about your own work
alt prompts
hiding
impaled
"i'm fine"
rain
betrayal
hair pulling
darkness
falling
(added later, not in the image: "do it")
rules & info
-any medium is allowed (art, writing, gifs, edits, ...)
-prompts are open for interpretation (but the context does have to be whumpy)
-create for at least one of three prompts on creation prompt days (black/odd numbers) to complete the challenge
-if you're not aiming for completionist you can do however many prompts you want any way you want
-community prompts (white/even numbers) are voluntary and don't count for completionist (but can be combined with creation prompts if applicable)
-use alt prompts to replace main prompts you don't like
some works posted on tumblr will be reblogged if tagged correctly
-#whumpuary2025
-#whumpuaryno1 (number of the prompt(s))
-#sacrifice #head injury #"i'm fine" (the prompt(s) you're using)
-any trigger/content warning tags
-any additional tags (fandom, oc, other used tropes, ...)
This is my whump and one of his caregivers/partners :)
My whump doesn’t talk much due to whumpee tortures and experiments. He also falls into the living weapon category of Whump. He has zero sense of self preservation and also has been conditioned to crave pain by whumper. He became a being that eats people and that alone tortured his morals until it broke him. (Goddamn it I forgot to draw it but whumpee is scarred to hell and back)
Caregiver is a psychologist who uses his PhD for “evil”. He’s constantly baffled whumpee has endured so much and keeps learning new things about him all the time because whumpee can’t remember much and it comes to him in random bits.
Caregiver loves whumpee a whole lot. Whumpee is aro tho not due to trauma. They are in a queer poly relationship :)
