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small enclosed space, no escape while it's locked and moving. forced proximity

power: to move, evade, escape. and to race against time.

danger: the latent potential risk of an accident - or deliberate crash; a car can be a weapon.

the extent to which that power, danger, and associated responsibility belongs to whoever controls the car.

shelter, but limited shelter. you can sleep in a car but it's not exactly comfortable. you can use a car to prolong survival in an extreme environment, but not always for very long.

hiding: so few places to hide (or be hidden)! but a (cramped) hiding spot can be contrived...

familiarity: most readers are familiar with cars, so they're easy to imagine and fun to recontextualise.

personal touch: they can belong to a character and be very much their personal space. you can tap both the intimacy + vulnerability of having someone else enter your space, and the power you hold within it

environmental/prop-based storytelling: you can tell a lot about a person by their car!

i'm just gonna say . bloodstains. whumpee either being kidnapped or rescued but either way they're on the run being dragged between vehicles and their pursuers are busting open their last vehicle (left abandoned in a parking lot) just barely too late and finding drops of dried blood on the seats. smears of blood on a steering wheel. whumpee shoved into the boot or footwell and the floor is already crusted with it

• Sleep can function as mental bondage. If you're asleep and can't be easily woken, you're completely helpless and vulnerable. If you're sufficiently drowsy and out of it, you're still basically helpless, but with the added bonus of potentially being somewhat aware of what's happening.

• The many ways to be forced to sleep -- surgical drugs, chloroform rags, hypnosis, sleeping spells and potions, tranquilizer darts, hidden sedatives in food or drink...

• The onset of sleep can be quick, barely giving you time to react before you're out, or so gradual you won't even realize what's happening until it's too late (and everything in-between).

• Uncertainty -- being put to sleep against your will, not knowing what will happen to you while you're defenseless. Being carried away as you fall asleep, not knowing where you'll be when you wake.

• The fight to stay awake, because it feels like something you should be able to fight, to overcome with enough willpower, but...

• The inevitability of being put to sleep. You might not feel the effects of the drugs or magic right now, you might feel wide awake, but sleep will be coming for you.

• Heavy eyelids fluttering and straining to stay open, drooping and closing all by themselves.

• Confusion and disorientation as the drowsiness sets in.

• Floating in and out of consciousness, perhaps just able to hear people discuss you or feel them handling you.

• Deep hypnotic sleep where your conscious mind is shut down and your subconscious is utterly vulnerable to suggestion.

• Glassy, dazed eyes with nothing behind them -- your eyes might still be open, but you're still fast asleep.

• Sleepwalking, wandering around in a trance, unaware of your surroundings -- or perhaps your sleeping mind is following someone else's commands...

Whumpee still biting and snarling at Whumper but they're now flinching whenever Whumper moves too fast

Refusing to scream but now letting out whimpers

Whumpee glaring at Whumper the whole time as they get on their knees.

Snapping back at Whumper constantly but immediately shutting their mouth when Whumper brings up a specific punishment

Still tugging on Whumper when they're dragged to the torture room but now also going limp when they eventually reach their destination

"For fuck's sake can you just give me a break for one day? Just one fucking day." "Hm, before you would have shouted at me the entire time. Now you want a break? My my, you've changed Whumpee." "Yeah well, I don't like getting beaten. That's all."

✧ Broken ribs suck. You don’t just “walk it off.” Breathing hurts. Laughing hurts. Existing hurts. Characters with rib injuries won’t be doing heroic sprints.

✧ Concussions aren’t instant naps. Dazed vision, nausea, dizziness, maybe even personality changes, but they’re not going to collapse neatly like in the movies.

✧ Blood loss is sneaky. It’s not just about dramatic pools of blood. It’s dizziness, confusion, and the body getting cold as circulation tanks.

✧ Adrenaline lies. Someone can take a serious injury and not feel it until the fight’s over. That “I didn’t realize I was bleeding until later” trope? Very real.

✧ Twisted ankles are brutal. One bad step and suddenly running is off the table. Even walking hurts like hell. Perfect way to ground a chase scene.

✧ Burns linger. Even small burns hurt more than most people expect. Blisters, infection risk, constant pain, it’s not just a cool scar later.

✧ Dislocated shoulders = useless arm. Characters can’t keep swinging a sword or firing a gun. They’re basically fighting one-armed until it’s fixed.

✧ Shock is a thing. Pale skin, trembling, rapid heartbeat, and eventually disorientation. A character might not even realize how bad their wound is.

✧ Stitches aren’t magic. Getting sewn up is painful and recovery takes time. They’re not instantly battle-ready after a needle and thread.

Welcome to Whumptober 2025 — The Eighth Year!

WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation CHALLENGE (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are four prompts for each day of the month, giving 124 for you to play with! There is also a list of 18 alternative prompts that can be subbed in for any day to give participants as much creative freedom as possible.

All prompts are meant to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you don’t have to include the exact wording of prompts into your work). Feel free to run rampant on interpretation. For example, if the prompt is “flame", you could create something with reference to a candle/campfire, your character could have suffered a burn, or the flame could be a reference to an ‘old flame’ - an old relationship. It’s truly down to you!

You can produce work in any media you choose, including but not limited to: writing, visual artwork, photo/video/audio edits, paper crafts and elaborate recommendation lists (not just a list of links). You can participate as much or as little as you want (i.e. you don’t have to do ALL the prompts if you don’t want to) and prompts can be used in any order. They are also free to use even after the event ends.

Please make sure to read the Event Info and FAQ carefully, as most of your questions will be answered there already. For everything else, you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here.

Information on how to TAG is here.

This year’s AO3 Collection can be found here.

This year’s playlist can be found here.

The ‘Anatomy of a Whumptober Prompt’ post can be found here.

And our 'Resources for Writing Sensitive Topics’ post is here.

We’re very excited to see the community come together for yet another year of Whumptober! Go ham with the prompts, and support your fellow creators - we wish you all the best of luck, but most importantly: HAVE FUN!

Happy whumping,

Mods Vanne, Yenn, Kitty and Surro

Text versions of the prompts, including a google doc format, are posted below the cut!

Using their belt to strangle whumpee

Digging their fingers into bruises

Gentle kisses that turn into bites

Telling Whumpee that they belong to them

Caressing Whumpee while they're tied up and blindfolded

Putting their fingers into Whumpee's mouth, knowing they're too afraid to bite

Placing a knife or gun in Whumpee's mouth

Slowly undressing Whumpee or making Whumpee undress themselves in front of Whumper

Telling Whumpee how good they look when they're bruised and bleeding

Kissing Whumpee's wounds

Licking the blood off from Whumpee's skin

Whispering Whumpee's dirty secrets into their ear while hurting them

Making Whumpee choose between being tortured and letting Whumper touch them

back at headquarters, they work nonstop. moving from place to place, giving orders, taking calls, checking on injured teammates. even when the fighting is over, there’s still so much to do.

Leader approaches Right Hand to update them on the situation. words tumble over one another as they try to remember everything they need to say, so afraid of forgetting anything because it’s their job to clear up the mess they’ve made. the least they can do is try and make up for the damage they caused, the chaos, the lives they couldn’t save.

then Right Hand interrupts. they put one hand on Leader’s shoulder, lean in close and ask:

“Leader, are you okay?”

They get tied up and gagged while Whumper takes their belongings

They just wait for it to be over until they realize that Whumper isnt just taking valuable stuff.....they take Whumpees clothes and Hygiene items aswell

some tiny details that tickle the whump senses

• dark circles, bloodshot eyes

• falling asleep fully clothed, possibly with jacket and shoes still on, legs/feet hanging off the foot of the bed or sprawled half-on half-off a couch

• the “oh shit, i’m gonna faint/nevermind i’m good” face (and aborted grab for nearest solid object or person)

• a character losing their footing for a moment on rough terrain. someone reaching out to grab them so they don’t fall and they both hold on for a hot second

• closing their eyes and leaning into a gentle touch

• shaky hands, shaky voice

• falling asleep at their desk at work/tucked away in an odd place

• doing things that are out of character & having others start to notice: losing their cool, being extra chipper or extra quiet, jumpy

• zoning out

• someone getting between them and whoever they’re having a heated exchange with, gently pushing them back with a hand against their chest or shoulder

They are locked away with every precaution; dozens of guards, restraints of every sort… They are treated as uncommonly dangerous with maximum security when in reality, they could never harm a soul.

“If you obey, I’ll give you a little treat.”

“You look so good on your knees.”

“Did I say get up? Stay.”

“Right now you belong to me. And my possessions do not address me with such a tone.”

“Do not touch them. They’re mine.”

“Hold still. Easy there. I didn’t mean to hurt you that badly.”

“Stop whimpering. You know that pisses me off.”

“I’m going to beat you senseless and then you’re going to thank me for the lesson when you wake up.”

“Go on, clean my boots. No— not with your hands. That’s it…use your tongue. Good.”

Whumper grabbing them by their shirt collar. “You think you’re anything without me?” Whumpee snarling. “I’m what you made me. And I bite now.”

“Give me your weapons and stand with your face to the wall.”

“Wait—”