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hello everyone and welcome to whumptember! the month-long whump challenge

prompt list | rules | tags and posting | ask box

#whumptember #whump challenge #whump #pinned post #whump blog

Thinking about running a creative challenge with this new horrible convoluted notification update fills me with dread. If I reblog your creative posts here to the Whumpril blog to promote them, oh, wait, you won't be notified of the interactions on your creation that come via me and this blog because I'm the secondhand source. I'd try to give you a platform and a boost to show off what you're proud of here and it'd just shunt whatever attention that gathers toward my notes instead of you, the rightful creators who deserve that attention. That is so messed up

#was thinking abt this when I saw the news #idk what’s going to happen next September guys #maybe we move onto ao3 like officially ? idkkkk

whumpril

Whumpril 2026 approaches!

Rules:

Anyone can participate.

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 can’t guarantee that every single work will be featured but I’ll 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: #whumpril2026, #whumprilday1, #beg)

You can also @ the blog, @whumpril.

Questions? Check the FAQ to see if your question has already been answered!

Full write-up of the prompts can be found under the cut!

#event boost

febuwhump

febuwhump 2026 prompt list

this year's prompts were sourced through an open suggestion form, where over 6,000 prompts were submitted. after, the best 100 prompts were voted on in a poll which received 6,265 votes. the top 28 were rearranged into the 28 prompts of febuwhump - with the most voted prompt in the number 1 position ("I like you better broken", 1,959 votes) - while the alternate prompts were selected from the mod's personal favourites of the remaining options.

this is such a great list of prompts, and i'm so excited to see what creativity they spark with you!

if you're interested in taking part in all the facets of febuwhump, then check out the expected timeline for this year's event! pay special attention to march 6-8, after febuwhump, in which everyone is encouraged to comment on as many febuwhump works as possible to ensure that everyone leaves this event with encouraging feedback on their creations!

as always, please check the faq or scroll through the previously asked questions before asking questions. i know the faq is short, but it really does answer just about any questions you have. when in doubt, assume the answer is that you can do literally anything you want.

please note: notifying the blog of completionist status will happen through a google form released towards the end of febuwhump, and if you are interested in joining the febuwhmp discord server, the link will be available to do so for one week during january.

full write-up of prompts and rules under the cut:

#event boost

febuwhump

the 2026 febuwhump prompt poll is now open!

here's how it works:

over 6,000 prompts were submitted across the beginning of december. these prompts have been whittled down to the best 100 - now it's once again your turn to have your say and vote for your favourite 28!

between 12 and 21 december you can submit your vote as many times as you like to support your favourite prompts! then, the final list will be revealed before the new year!

whether you plan to take part or not, all are welcome to vote, and all votes are completely anonymous!

CAST YOUR VOTE HERE

#event boost

will there be a whumotmber 2026?

Unless something catastrophic happens then yes!

#I might be a little less active than I was this year (so maybe just posting the prompts and maybe a few hype posts)#but as of right now I’m planning on doing it again!#asks #whumptember2026

whumpuary

Whumpuary 2026!

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

(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

#event boost

autobot2001

September 2025 Masterlist

30 prompt fills for @sicktember and @whumptember. In addition to seven mini-stories, combining prompt fills. Most prompt fills are in the Call of Duty: Modern Warfare fandom, with a couple of crossovers with Transformers (Bayverse) and a slasher house AU. There is also a prompt fill in the Slasher House au and the Transformers (Bayverse) fandom. Under the cut

#fic reblog #2025 masterpost

hi all! so sorry for falling off the face of the earth for (checks notes) almost three weeks.

september is almost over and i've loved seeing some of the fics everyone has posted! wonderful work to everyone!

unfortunately, i won't be reblogging individual fics, but if anyone wants to make a masterpost and tag me in it later on, i will reblog it

#again #i'm so sorry for disappearing #it's been...well lets not get into it #but i've loved seeing all the fics ive been tagged in and am so glad so many people are participating this year!#anyway. love you all. muah #rambles #whumptember2025

I should be catching up on reblogging fics later this week!

#sorry for the disappearing. life has been lifing lately #might need someone to help me run this next year but for this year just expect less overall from me #rambles

whereshadowswhisper

Whumptember - Day 6

“Make it look good” | Quivering lip | caretaker turned whumper | hotel room

Content warnings: psychological abuse, mild physical abuse, coercion, forced performance, implied captivity, power imbalance, dehumanization, humiliation

“The songbird will now entertain us with a dance!” The warlord grandly declared, wine sloshing over the brim of his cup. “Go on, boy. We're waiting! And make it look good!”

The songbird stepped forward. To any foreign courtier that was attending tonight, the name might seem well chosen, clad in colourful fabrics that he was, like a bird in its full plumage. Rich fabrics in red and green and purple shimmered around him, as he began his performance with a grand bow to the assembled lords and ladies while the warlord sat in his throne behind him.

The music started and the dance began, graceful and yet strong. When he twirled the fabrics flew around him, letting through glimpses of what was beneath. Reds and greens and purples as well, but no tailor had made this. No, it was a second painful costume the warlord himself ensured he would never be without.

No pain showed on his face as he moved though - no matter how much the steps had to tug on his bruises or how the clothes pressed on his wounds. There was just a quiet sort of dignity in his face - not open defiance (at least not tonight) but a hardness in his eyes that did not seem to fit his clothes.

The music came to a close and he ended the show with another twirl until he stood there breathing hard from the exercise, his cheeks slightly flushed, staring at the Warlord's face. He did not bow this time.

The man in his throne raised a warning eyebrow.

The songbird only raised his chin higher. “Did I dance well?” He asked unashamedly, his voice just as pretty as him.

For a moment the warlord stared at him contemplatingly, while the courtiers began to whisper. Slowly he pushed himself up from his golden chair, and walked down to the songbird with measured steps.

“You danced well,” he said with an unsettling calmness, right before savagely backhanding the songbird across his face, sending him tumbling to the ground in a heap of colour. “Only your manners leave something to be desired.” His voice was cold and cruel and only just loud enough for everyone to hear.

The songbird pushed himself up to his elbows, not quite hiding the wince this time. A new red bruise began blooming on his face, so it matched the rest of him now.

“I think you danced enough for tonight,” the warlord went on. “It is time for you to retire.”

And the songbird pulled himself to his feet with as much grace as he could muster and left the throne room, the courtiers whispering around him. Red and purple and green. He and his clothes. The same as he was yesterday, the same as he would be tomorrow.

Every day he would sing when he was ordered, entertain who he was told and dance when he must.

But he never lowered his chin, he never thought to cry and he never - ever - bowed.

#whumptember2025 #fic reblog #day 6 #make it look good

rohirric-hunter

Trying to do the Whumptember prompt list this year -- will I finish? Probably not lmao.

This is for Day 1: Telepathic Caretaker. I think Aragorn's telepathy and its specific use in the case of the Black Breath is broadly underexplored in fanfiction.

(Note: I have not played the quests that deal with this in LotRO. This is based off of the book, and some cool things I've seen other people come up with in fanfics. And TBH I doubt LotRO did anything interesting enough with it to make me abandon my current headcanons about it.)

~*~*~*~*~*~

In your dream, you are alone.

You are standing on the well-worn cobbles before the Boar Fountain, which sits empty and still. A thick, impenetrable fog surrounds it, like the fog that hangs over the Barrow-downs at night. Beyond, it is dark. It must be night. You glance about, but the fog is too thick for you to see anything else. A bone-deep shiver takes you for a moment, driving away other thoughts in a moment of pure, almost unbelievable cold. It must be winter.

You wrap your arms about yourself and rub your upper arms, trying to work some warmth back into them. This is a very silly dream, you think, standing alone in front of the Boar Fountain on a winter's night. You don't know why you would dream about this. You like the Boar Fountain, but you don't like being here alone. And it isn't a nightmare, or at any rate it is nothing like your other nightmares of --

You cannot quite recall what your other nightmares of this place are like.

#whumptember2025 #telepathic caretaker #day 1 #fic reblog

iwritewhump

"do it right this time" | dagger | returning home

whumptember day 5

267 words

~

Whumper scoots back against the wall, shoes scraping on the floor as Living Weapon stalks forward, a dagger in his hand.

"Please!" Whumper blubbers, hands coming up to protect his face, "Just leave and-and-"

"Shut UP!" Living Weapon shouts, squatting down in front of him. He tilts his head and balances the blade's tip on Whumper's knee. "Oh," he chuckles. "You're terrified."

He pulls the dagger up and spins the blade in his hand, offering Whumper the handle.

"Take it."

Whumper shakes his head and stares at the floor. Tears form in his eyes and his chin trembles. "Why did you come back here?"

"Well it's my home!" Living Weapon shouts, throwing his arms up. "I grew up here, and from what I've heard, children are supposed to return home."

He uses his other hand to pull Whumper's hand out in front of him and puts the handle of the dagger in it. He wraps Whumper's fingers around it and lets go.

"The night I left…" Living Weapon starts, leaning forward to his knees and then rolling back onto his heels. "You tried to kill me."

Whumper shakes his head and drops the dagger. Living Weapon picks it up again and puts it back in his hands. This time, he doesn't let go.

"I need you to do it right this time."

"What?"

Living Weapon guides the dagger to his chest and he leans in close to Whumper. Tears form in his eyes and he takes a shaky breath as the tip of the dagger tears into his flesh.

"I need you to kill me." He whispers.

#fic reblog #whumptember2025 #day 5 #do it right this time #dagger #returning home

bloodiedbriars

Whumper 1 raised an eyebrow when whumper 2 straightened up from the bloody heap that used to be whumpee.

“Come on, man,“ #2 sighed. “I’ve been at it for hours. I think he‘s learned his lesson. Don‘t you think it‘s enough?“

“Enough?“ #1 huffed and stepped closer, making whumpee whimper and curl in a tad more. “It is not enough and he has not learned his lesson.“ #1 paused an took a deep breath. “But fine. We shouldn‘t waste to much time on him. Finish him.“

“What? You were serious about that earlier?“

“Yes, I was,“ #1 said calmly and pulled a dagger from its sheath, offering the handle to #2, “So, do it right this time, or I finish off the both of you.“

Whumptember, day 5: “Do it right this time” Dagger | returning home | childhood bedroom

#whumptember2025 #day 5 #fic reblog #do it right this time #dagger

whereshadowswhisper

Whumptember - Day 5

“Do it right this time” | Dagger | returning home | childhood bedroom

Content warnings: implied/referenced child abuse, minor whump, fainting, dehydration/heat exhaustion, child endangerment/harm, power imbalance, unreasonable/abusive authority figure (teacher/trainer)

“Again!” The sword master called, his voice rolling like thunder through the sweltering heat, the sand glowing underneath them.

With a trembling arm the boy raised his sword. First a block to the left, then a feint to the right and then thrust. The exhaustion seemed to pull on his every limb. It tore him down. It made him slow.

The sword master noticed. “Pathetic,” he growled under his breath, quiet enough to be deniable should anybody pass, but loud enough for his student to hear. And then “Again.” Always again, always again, never pausing, never resting, no matter how tired he got. Always again.

The boy swallowed. He wouldn't cry, he was much too old for such childish things. With effort he raised the heavy training sword once more. Block to the left, feint to the right, thrust.

“Again!”

Block.

Sweat was running down his back.

Thrust.

The clothes were clinging to him like ivy.

Parry.

His throat was as dry as the sand below them. Gods, he was thirsty. And the sun was so hot and bright today. He wished it would stop.

But when suddenly a shadow fell over him, the icy dread in his heart was enough to dispel any hint of heat. He was eye to eye with the broad chest of the swordmaster, arms crossed and muscles bulging. The man was so close. Close enough to strike him, close enough to end him, should he want to. Slowly he looked up at the grim old soldier and when he finally reached his face - saw the displeasure. The boy wanted to rear back from it, but controlled himself just in time.

He was too old for childish things like that.

With too much force the sword master snatched the sword out of his hands, leaving him quite off balance when the heavy weight suddenly disappeared. “You have not been listening again, have you, boy? Block to the left, then feint to the right, then thrust.” He demonstrated, the heavy sword seeming to turn into a mere dagger in his enormous hands. “See?” With barely disguised disgust, he looked down at the boy. “Have you understood now?”

The boy nodded, even though the sun had left him half blind at this point and he had barely seen the sword master's movements. But he understood - had understood earlier as well! It was just, they had been doing this for hours now, and he was so incredibly tired, and the sun was so hot, and everything -

He found the sword thrust back into his hand without ceremony, the sword master stomping back to his accustomed spot in the shadow. “Again!”

The boy raised his trembling sword, held in hands that felt weak, standing on feet that were unsteady. Block, faint, thrust. He lowered the sword. And no matter what, don’t show how tired you are. It'll just get worse.

“Again!”

His movements were growing sluggish, he realised it, but he couldn't stop it. His arms refused to obey his commands. The sun was too bright, and then suddenly - suddenly there was no sun at all.

He was on the ground. Why was he on the ground? Blisters were forming on his arms where hot sand touched his skin. In the corner of his eyes he saw the sword laying beside him. And next to it there were boots. Big, brown leather boots.

The sword master's boots.

With dread in his heart, the boy swallowed, bits of sand burning on his parched throat. He looked up at this man, who seemed taller and broader than life itself blocking even the relentless sun behind his wide shoulders.

“Plea-“

“Again,” the sword master said. “And do it right this time.”

#whumptember2025 #day 5 #fic reblog #do it right this time

iwritewhump

"Keep your eyes open!" | car ride to the hospital | back seat of a car

140 words

~

"Hold on!" Superhero shouts.

Hero braces himself, holds Villain's shoulders down and curses as Superhero makes a sharp turn.

"A little more warning next time!" He shouts up to her as the wheels of the car slam back down on the road. He looks over his shoulder and feels his heart drop as a line of cars slam on the breaks to stop from hitting them.

Superhero nods, "Sorry!"

Villain moans painfully and rolls onto her side, pulling Hero's attention back to her. She gasps softly and her face contorts.

"Are we almost there?" She asks, reaching a hand up to hold onto Hero's.

Hero squeezes her hand and nods, "Yeah." he looks over his shoulder and locks eyes with Superhero for a brief second, who shakes her head. "Yeah, Villain. Yeah, we're almost there. Just…keep your eyes open."

#whumptember2025 #fic reblog #keep your eyes open!#car ride to the hospital #back seat of a car #day 4

fablecatory

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Chris Redfield & Jill Valentine Characters: Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield (Resident Evil) Additional Tags: Snow, Whump, Hurt Jill Valentine, Mentioned Albert Wesker, Soft Chris Redfield, Being Lost, Guilt, Hypothermia, Medical Inaccuracies, Thoughts of death, Near Death Experiences Series: Part 3 of Resident Evil Whump Collection Summary:

After a mission gone awry, Jill finds herself in the Arctic, far removed from civilization. Now she has one long, cold trip ahead of her. But can she make it back home?

#whumptember2025 #day 3 #fic reblog #shaking hands

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