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Caretaker hands Whumpee some first-aid supplies to treat wound on their face, and is absolutely horrified when Whumpee takes the supplies to use on an even worse wound they'd been hiding under their shirt.
The K/46 astroid comes into view, the more Zaynes anxieties play, thinking what they will find on that station, will they find the Anderson crew?
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
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K/46 was an astroid big to say the least, perfect for mining minerals from its core and perfect to collect other minerals from the surrounding astroids
Sat in its surface, in one of it's impact crator was the Green industries mining station
Lights illuminated the stations exterior
That was a good sign atleast
The bad news was Thunderbird 3 was too big to land in the mining platform landing pads, which meant a pod was going to be needed
All three got there helmets on, checking over the plan and gear
"I can only watch from here" John said through radio "my instruments are struggling a little with the working with the older tech"
"It's alright John" Zayne smiled turning on his camera on his shoulder "You got the Anderson cam"
Alan floated over Jeff's shoulder, who now was sat in the pilot seat
"You sure your going to be alright up here dad?" Alan questioned and Jeff raised a thumb
"Course I will be kid, keeping coms open and scanners live for yall too, keep everyone updated"
Alan nodded "FAB dad" before floating towards the bulkhead with Zayne
"Alan?"
He turned around from the bulkhead, looking at his father helmet "be safe okay?"
Alan blinked at the concern in his father tone and nodded "I have Zayne, we'll be okay"
Zayne strapped his EVA suit on, watching as the pod was made with extra carrying space
"Were all clear Jeff"
"FAB" came over the radios and the loading bay doors opened with a faint hiss
"Ready Alan?"
"Aye aye, commander Anderson"
Zayne half chuckled grabbing his controls for his suit, and flying out of the hanger, Alan following behind
Zaynes helmet lit up with flight data, following the path that it highlighted leading Alan behind him
The closer he got the louder his heart beating in his ear
"Ze?" Eos worried whispered in his ear, that mildly made him wobble with supriseÂ
"EOS.."
"Its a private channel" the AI said quietly "Your vitals are through the roof..."
"Yeah...I..I know"
"I'm keeping them hidden from John...for now anyway"
He smiled slightly knowing well that John would stress more seeing his vitals, then actually watching the live video
"Thank you EOS"
A happy chirp in his ears "please take care down there"
Zayne exhaled nodding reducing his speed, letting his momentum carry him before reverse thrusts to slow down further before firing his wrist grapple to tether to the landing pad
The pod landed behind him as they looked at the mining facility
Feeling Alan's hand grip his shoulder to keep himself from floating away from Zayne
"Heading in now Mr Tracy"
"FAB boys, stay safe"
He retracted the grapple, using his boot thrusts to guide both over to the airlock, much to both suprise the door opened.
It closed behind them with a hiss before starting to cycle air
Both Alan's and Zaynes scanner beeping as oxygen was introduced into the air lock
A magnetic click and there boots thudded against the floor
"Huh...wasn't actually expecting that..." Zayne huffed, steadying Alan a little with the artificial gravity
"Neither..OW.. was I" the smaller astronaut lifted his feet wiggling them from the sudden jolt of being held down
Zayne chuckled slightly, as the door leading into the complex opened
He held his hand out
"Wait here" Zayne said "just incase alright?"
Zayne stepped out glancing around into the hanger
Empty, apart from some mining excavation pods, taken apart by the looks of things, his helmet lights picking out some details as he inched forwards
"Hello?" He called out
But was met by the almost silence of the complex
A faint hum and the lights above flickered on above him, casting the room in a pale yellow light
He paused just looking, taking in the enviroment, before giving his equipment a final check before taking off his helmet inhaling deep
Coughing suddenly
"Uh fuck that's dust-"
Alan walked out, taking off his helmet "dust is good right?'
"Ehhh..."
He waves his hand clipping his helmet to his belt eyes on the tracks
"They aren't though..."
Both astronauts look at eachother, following the tracks deeper into the complex
———
The facility corridors stretched wide, yet surprisingly clean too, apart from some dust in places but that could be ignored for now
Lights would flicker on above them as they moved through the facility
The steady creaking and a low hum of the life support system of the mostly silent base, passing a few closed rooms before coming to a wide room
Their boots clinking on the metal floor as they stepped in
Their flashlights picking out a wide window, overlooking the vast stretchs of space and the astroids surface, with what looks like makeshift militery cots, with blankets drapes over them, all tucked close together
Bags laying beside them
A main table, sat roughly in the middle of this room, likely was a bussiness desk, now with half finished projects, some mugs and note pads
Alan separated, walking a little away from the purple astronaut
Zayne crouched down, beside one of the beds
Hand hesitating over a bag, before delicately pulling out the the name tag of who maybe owned it
Anderson
He breathed out in a soft gasp
"Ze?"
He looked over, following Alan's voice and paused
Jaw dropping at the wall of photos, all these memorys, the crews families together on a wall
He recognised these faces, both people from the crew and the family's devastated by the disaster of loosing their loved ones
This wall was proof they survived
It was evidence
He glanced at his camera clipped onto his shoulderÂ
"Getting all this Thunderbird 5?" He croaked
"Every last bit Zayne..."
Zayne stopped, as one photo catch his green eyes gaze
he remembered this one
His gloved fingers trembling took it off the wall
Tears bubbling at his eyes stroking the film of the picture
The photo, with a rocket in the background
ready for the trip to station
Mark anderson stood front and center, one hand around his wife's...his mother's waist, a smile stretched across his face, and just holding his other hand
a child
Dark hair just like his fathers with great big green eyes
Was little Zayne...
he must have been 6...
Pain blossomed up his chest as tears threatened to fall
"Ohh...fucking.." He wiped his eyes
Alan leant in hugging his side
"I'm...I'm alright Alan...just...oo...wasnt expecting..." He waved his hand around the photo wall
Alan nodded "we likely need to move...we can likely find something in the command deck right? Get a full station announcement out?"
Zayne wiped his eyes pinning the photo back
"Y-yeah" He breathed out steading himself "Yeah smart move kid"
Alan nodded "I'll lead, take your time"
He watched as Alan left, he followed, giving one last glance at the wall, feeling his heart being steady pulled a part at the sign of life before fallowing the young Tracy
———
The upper command deck, full 360 degree view above the base and the astroids surface
Its consels lights a steady pulse, some notes here and there and tools to keep the command center running
Zaynes eyes flickered outwards towards open space, just picking out Thunderbird 3 he glanced down eyes on the scanners seeing the steady beep when it did pass over Thunderbird 3 form
They likely saw us coming in...but where are they?
Zaynes glanced towards Alan, who pulled a perplexed face
"I recognise...nothing..."
"This is likely same age as you Alan"
Alam shot him a look
"What? 19 years old?"
"Give or take" He waves his hand
Eyes flickering over the layout and eyes falling in the microphone, that jolted out the table console, and below its base the push to talk button
He deep inhaled, finger hovering over it as he looked at Alan
"Ready?'
Alan nodded slightly
Zayne inhaled, gathering his himself before pressing the button down
———
"This is International rescue." He started "We found your SOS beacon, we are here to provide aid and get the hope crew off this Rock. We mean no harm." Zayne breathed out, trying to hide the croak as his voice carried though the base
Silence followed
"I repeat. We are here to rescue you."
Nothing
Zayne inhaled deep
Emotions bubbled up he staggered away from the console kicking a chair sharply, it clattered to the other side of the room
"They are-arent here." He snapped
"Ze"
"There's nothing here. Just photos and bags and beds, this was all a hoax to fucking get us out here"
His back hit the console and he slid down head in his heads
"I shouldn't have had believed they could be here...."
Alan sat beside him silently, steadily wrapping his arm around Zaynes own, his head resting on the emotional astronaut who was trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall
"Mark..." Jeff's voice cut through his grief
"Sometimes that's just how the dice have landed okay?" Zayne sniffle
"But this evidence what you've got on camera just provides that the crew didn't just disappear like we all thought, being stranded on a Green industries base? It'll be enough, to get that bastard"
Zayne listened to Jeff's words, breathing out slowly before wiping his eyes nodding slightly
"Yeah..." steadily standing Alan moved and hugged him Zayne, who hugging back
"There's nothing here...we..were heading back..."
They decended, Zayne walked after Alan who moved a little a head
His thoughts festering again
How long the crew did last out here, he dragged his gloved hand against the metal walls feeling the low buzz against his finger tips
He paused
That...didn't feel ri-
Jeff's voice cut through his thoughts, like a hot knife throigh butter
"Whao-WHOA-kids you gotta get out of there!-"
Zayne was already launching himself towards Alan
A blast rocked the station
Zayne grabbed him, tucking alan close to his chest, feeling Alan's squeak and latch on as they spun as the artificial gravity failed
Sending both spinning with Zayne tackle
Zayne corrected their spin and grabbed onto a wall, scrambling to get theirs helmets on
Alan panted eyes wide
"The hell?" Alan blinked at Zayne who shook his head
"I don't know kid-" He huffed holding Alan close "were heading to pod Jef-"
He felt something clinked to his back of his EVA suit
As he and Alan were yanked out of the corridor with a suprised yelp
The door seal in front of them, both panting
Zayne spun keeping Alan tucked behind him
He froze up mouth opening wide
"Oh-oh my fuckin god" Zayne gasped out
"Anderson?" Jeff's worried tone broke through The radio
The man who yanked Zayne and Alan to saftey
Raises an eyebrow, under his helmet
His gear a grey, likely formly white with purple trim faded with age, some places being held together with tape
An older Anderson tech emblem on his shoulder with the name
“Scotty?” His heart paces at the relief of being released from the hands of the monsters once more.
Yet there’s no response from his brother. He couldn’t hear a footstep, or even a mere breath.
“Scotty?” He whispers again upon no response. Albeit blindfolded, he whips his head around with a frown as if in search for the older brother beyond the darkness. “Scott, are you here?” He holds his panic.
A sudden loud scratching sound from the floor rips through the silence at a volume that makes Virgil jump.
“You may use these to remove the mask and chains.”
Confused, Virgil turns to the sound of the leader’s voice to protest, only for an ice cold hand to startle him on his shoulder to the point that he wisps around only for another freezing hand to grab his own. It’s only until he recognises it’s touch that he relaxes. “Scott!” He yelps in a whisper with the last of his breath.
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they try, honestly they do, but the doctor isn't a stationary creature and never has been, especially not when they know there's something they could help with. which is to say, it takes a week of soft quiet life before he starts begging kate for a job. kate in turn withstands three weeks of the doctor's incessant begging and big puppy dog eyes while donna noble stands right behind him and mouths don't you fucking dare before she makes a counteroffer: he can work in a lab (the 'very far away from active duty' is implied) as long as he meets with unit's therapist.
and he refuses, of course, loudly and profusely, right up until donna very gently but very firmly tells him that it really could help, actually.
so. therapy. the doctor assumes it won't do anything. the unit therapist is no nonsense and unflinching and very very bright, and twenty minutes later the doctor sits outside the room hyperventilating while kate finishes paperwork and kindly doesn't mention the way he's all but curled into her.
the second session ends much like the first, and the third, and then the fourth he walks out with dry eyes and a tremulous smile. the fifth, kate calls donna and she takes him home and they drink hot chocolate and he doesn't start talking again until the next day. it takes him seven sessions to be able to stay in the room for the full hour; kate pats him on the back and then finally allows him to build a shield for her office as a reward. she sits outside the therapist's office every time he has a session, even though she has to have better things to do. they don't talk about it.
unit only has files on things the doctor's done on earth, and even then, only sometimes, which means that when the doctor talks about some things he just. edits, a little. talks about two weeks in a confession dial and a month in prison, because maybe then he doesn't have to think about the enormity of it all. and every single time he does this, the therapist looks at him and very kindly calls bullshit. it's weird, being known. it's different with donna. he is donna and donna is him, in ways they will probably never talk about. but he sits in that cluttered little office for an hour a week (sometimes two or three times, if he's doing particularly badly) and he feels seen.
after four months, there are memories he can touch without flinching, and people he can talk about without crying. he starts spending a couple of hours just sitting in the vortex, not because he's hiding or running but just because he likes the way it feels against his skin. he cooks dinner every other night and washes up when he doesn't. he takes out the bin every week even though it's rose's job, because he loves her. and he can say that now, and he doesn't think about her short lifespan or about all the other people they've loved and lost. he can say that and just mean it.
part of his contract is an agreement to never offer a trip to a member of unit unless it's actual life or death (the small chemical leak in the lab doesn't count; he takes shirley to new mars anyway) but he finds himself toying with the idea of asking for a session in the tardis. just once, just to see. the therapist looks at him and sees him and it is monstrous and they keep looking anyway and now the doctor can sit through a family dinner without wanting to tear his skin off and he doesn't know any other way to say thank you.
it's funny, almost, how quickly he grows attached to this person who picks through his hurts and rifles through his traumas and holds direct eye contact while doing so. the doctor talks about their deaths and their crimes and their cowardice and the therapist nods and asks him how he feels and it's. it's terrifying. it's beautiful. it's the worst thing he's ever ever been through, and the best. he feels ripped apart and put back together in a way that few people have ever been able to— huh.
after his sixty eighth session (he's unable to not keep count) the doctor walks outside to where kate is annotating a schematic and says, thoughtfully, they're the master in disguise, aren't they. and kate says oh 100% and please don't let them know that you know because they will definitely go to the second stage of whatever long con they've been hatching and they're too good at this for us to let them go
Took me years to understand that boredom is not the enemy of writing. It is the raw material. Every good idea i have ever had arrived during a walk with no podcast, a train with no phone, a shower where i just stood there. The moment i fill every silence with content i stop generating anything of my own. I am just processing other people's thoughts instead of having mine. The empty space is where the work comes from. Protecting the empty space is the actual job.
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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 yk I think I saw the hostage thing on some post of yours where you were talking about what you like to write and after that I sent you the hostage prompt , I think you mentioned kidnapping too I'm not v sure but I think you did ( I have a very shitty memory it's ruining my life actually ) but yeah it was your post itself which inspired me , and you're so correct !!!! I love reading hostage and kidnapping stuff ( lots of potential for psychological whump lol ) but there's not much around I wish authors wrote more of this
Hey Skye! My memory is pretty shitty too, I 100% understand the struggle T^T
Thanks for the prompt btw! I think I've written a few hostage situations before because I liked how it wasn't very physical (I'm really bad at talking about injuries lol) and it's more about focusing on their emotions and thought process which is super cool. I've written a kidnapping scene for one of my OC's too, actually. I don't think I've posted it here, but if you want I might post it?
Fic idea: Ra’s al Ghul grows tired of waiting for Bruce Wayne to come back to his service in the League of Assassins after spurring his offer ten years ago at the end of his training. He can no longer function as the Demon’s Head due to repeated exposure to the Lazarus Pits, and Talia cannot take his place. Ra’s travels to Gotham with his closest shadows/guards, desperate to make a deal. He corners Bruce Wayne as his famed Bat on a rooftop and gives him an ultimatum: one year of service, one year as the Demon’s Head in his place, and Ra’s will spare his city and family.
Bruce, as Batman, prepares to fight the League shadows and Ra’s, defending his beloved Gotham, until Ra’s adds that amid the carnage and confusion of their resulting fight, he will take a son — any son — and force them to the Demon’s Head in Bruce’s stead. Even the Bat cannot run forever, not from the League. Their existence has always been in passive recognition of the other; fighting will draw heavy losses on both sides.
And so, recalling his own days of training under Ra’s and the horror that await, Bruce agrees. He swears to service for one year, and one year only; no more, no less. No killing. Ra’s tells him his moral code may outlast all of them.
Bruce returns with Ra’s and Talia, faking his death for his family to discover. He hides the traces of League activity and follows them back to Nanda Parbat, where he had trained ten years before. As he embraces his year as the Demon’s Head, certain strained seams begin to appear. Ra’s is dying, and will not return to service in a year. There is no clear successor after Bruce. Killing is “off the table” when he meets with his advisors, but everyone gives him an amused, indulgent look when he mentions it. Talia is not interested in him romantically or sexually, but he gets the impression the word soon is floating around somewhere in her mind.
Soon comes around quickly into his tenure and new life. Ra’s orders him bathed in the Lazarus Pits one night. It takes sixteen League shadows to wrestle him into the water. Once submerged, he sinks without knowing how, all the way down. In the waters, he realizes that the Pits remember everything. This cave system knew Ra’s, it held Jason, and it drowned and changed dozens of powerful men over the years. The waters know, and he knows. He sinks past the shallow cove of Jason’s trauma, so blotted out that he cannot remember the Pit at all; he sinks down into Ra’s life, at the very bottom, and it becomes him. He becomes it. There is no line between them down here, where knowledge simply is.
The man who emerges from the Pits is not Bruce Wayne, not entirely. But it is the man he would have been, had he agreed to LoA service all those years ago. He is sharp and uncompromising. He is the Bat without his code, without his guardrails or rules. He is everything the Demon Head had lost, in the last few centuries of existence. He glows with a dark fire so bright, it sucks away the light from every other source in the room. He is dressed in dark, simple armor and black robes that call back to his former life. His face is bare. His eyes are a bright, all-knowing green.
Our fic picks up after this Demon’s Head comes into his own destiny and power. Told from the perspective of the children Bruce Wayne left behind, who find themselves chasing a shadowy figure around the world with the help of the Justice League. The new Demon’s Head is causing problems for everyone, and things have changed at the global level under his mysterious hand — so why does it feel like the Batkids know him?
It all comes to a head (heh) when the Justice League arrest the Demon’s Head and bring him up to the Watchtower. Only for him to be unmasked as Bruce Wayne, a dead man walking, an unfulfilled legacy, the person who built the very satellite under their feet in another life. Batman himself, with glowing green eyes and a Father’s face. Gone, but remade again. All in service of something greater than one man.
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