Cradle the morning to your chest
the time before anything hurts
when sleep has briefly healed you
and the light doesn't pierce, it promises
The sunrise is soft enough to swallow
it will hold you up as the day begins to ache
hold this quiet tightly to your body
the tender dawn may choose to hug you back
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Cradle the morning to your chest
the time before anything hurts
when sleep has briefly healed you
and the light doesn't pierce, it promises
The sunrise is soft enough to swallow
it will hold you up as the day begins to ache
hold this quiet tightly to your body
the tender dawn may choose to hug you back
The people of Melvik had a troubling issue
It was nothing to sneeze at (and not one had a tissue),
Their streets and their gutters were all overrun
With an oversized pack of shapeshifting flun.
The flun were so vicious that the strongest men fled
And even the women admitted some dread.
Children and teens were locked up indoors
And elderly locals left Melvik in scores.
But hope was not lost for a bright pair of housemates,
For they knew the villains that every flun hates.
If they caught just a whiff of a nine-legged nuss,
A terrified flun would shift right into dust.
So they rallied support and imported the beasts,
Then released them outside to have a flun-feast.
The town was so glad that they lit up cigars,
And began wearing flun dust like battle-won scars.
Then the nine-legged nuss started climbing the walls.
They shattered the pavement and up-chucked hairballs.
With dozens of nuss blocking traffic and sun,
The town had to cancel its annual run.
But a local pro knew how to win back the city:
The nuss would flee fast at the sight of a biddy.
In the dead of the night, they released their secret stash
And the itty-bitty monsters scared the nuss in a flash.
The nuss ran away in a flurry of groans,
Though the slower ones stayed as a heap of clean bones.
The people each chose some to wear âround their necks
To celebrate the end of that nine-legged hex!
Then the biddy multiplied, as biddy often do,
Making an impenetrable cloud of bright green and blue.
People swatted the buggers, but it was no use
A dense biddy storm needed a strong-willed intoose!
They all worked together to bait lines and cast,
Then tipped over the bucket of intoose theyâd amassed.
The biddy dropped dead as the finned creatures wiggled,
For the vortex they formed sucked in anything little.
As the fog of biddy faded, the people cheered in the square,
Then squashed green-blue debris of biddy bodies in their hair.
As if to join the party, the intoose sped up their flopping,
And sucked in a child, then three more without stopping.
But the knowledgeable elders knew just what to do:
Only a couple of vrool, and those intoose were through!
The old-timers whistled till they were blue in the face,
Which summoned the vrool from a strange pocket of space.
The vrool made quick work of the vortex of fish,
The danger was doused by their horns with a squish.
Melvik was pleased, and as a tribute to Pax,
They harvested fins and stuck them onto their backs.
The vrool loomed over the city and its hills,
Their shadows cast darkness and gave everyone chills.
Crops began to die as the vrool blocked the sun,
And the citizens doubted this tough battle could be won.
But one child recalled from their lessons at school
A surefire way to banish the vrool.
The vrool had no enemies at the top of the chain,
Still, every creature alive could be weakened by pain.
They used sirens and shouts to drive out the brutes,
Piercing their eardrums with brass, clatters, and hoots.
They made such a ruckus that the vrool went red-faced,
And the beasts shed their horns to get out posthaste!
The people of Melvik danced, jumped, and spun
For the last critter crisis was over and done.
They donned the vrool horns and kept dancing all night,
Till they all fell asleep as if struck with a blight.
Now, the neighboring village had heard news of the trouble.
Melvikâs people, overrun, needed help on the double.
They packed up their weapons and hiked to the town,
To rumble with monsters, be they yeck, flun, or trown!
But what they found were tall creatures with shimmering skin
Fearsome horns on their heads and backs with sharp fins.
They had bones âround their necks, surely counting their kills,
And their blue and green stripes were quite threatening frills.
They snuck through the town while the monsters were sleeping,
And found no survivors that needed safekeeping.
So they turned on their heels and left with no sound,
And, grieving Melvikâs poor victims, burned it all to the ground.
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p and q <- nemeses and narrative foils separated not by distance, but by the breathtaking pause that carries the heart of both their love and their enmity
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âI think itâs alright now, darling,â said Joseph Bernatowicz, of the New York Bernatowiczes. He opened the heavy door, which let out a clean-sounding hiss and let in the orange light of the midday sky.
Heather Bernatowicz passed her wine glass to a nearby staff member and leaned around her husband to investigate the vast expanse of sludgy water. âNot a moment too soon. I simply cannot stand another day of that freeze dried nonsense chef is always preparing. How long do you think it will smell like that?â
âI canât imagine it will last long.â
âItâs horrid. Close the door.â
Joseph was not in the habit of doing what his wife told him. He might have considered it if she had phrased it better â Do you think closing the door would help? â but faced with an imperative, he had no choice but to come up with his own idea. âIn a while, dear. The staff needs to take out our trash first.â
âWell, thank God for that, at least.â Heather despondently adjusted her hair and retreated deeper into the bunker. She hoped all the radiation would be dealt with soon so that she could go to a real salon again. âNatalie, would you be a doll and heat some bath water?â
Joseph ground his teeth as he followed her down the steep hallway. It was always would you this and could you that with the staff.
âSorry, Mrs. Bernatowicz,â said Natalie, stopping the couple in their tracks. Natalie remained rooted by the open door, gazing out onto the bruised landscape with something like relief on her face. âOur contract stipulates that my employment here ends as soon as the door is opened.â
A small thunderstorm of footsteps echoed from the other side of the tunnel, and soon the rest of the staff came into view, hefting heavy bags on their shoulders. They werenât in uniform, and many of them already had gas masks over their faces. The four at the back of the crowd â Joseph couldnât remember their names, but he knew they typically mucked about near the kitchens â each lifted one corner of a small skiff.
âWhat is the meaning of this?â Joseph roared.
âIt was all in the contract, sir,â Natalie said, ducking around her former employer long enough to grab a bag from another ex-staff member.
âI wouldnât have agreed to this! Iâll be calling my lawââ but Joseph abruptly snapped his mouth shut. His lawyer had lived near the shoreline; her home had been swept away before the Bernatowiczes even went underground.
âJoseph, do something!â said Heather.
Another demand.
The boat-bearers squeezed past, and the couple could only look on, shocked and offended.
âDaria!â Heather cried as a familiar face nearly disappeared outside. âWhere are you going? You canât leave. IâŚthe baâI donât know where youâve hidden away the diapers!â
Daria waved on her friends, who joked and laughed as they exited the bunker. âTheyâre in the nursery with the rest of Preciousâs things, but youâre nearly out anyway. I put a cloth one on him before his nap just now, so copy that with some of your old clothes and youâll get by.â
With that, Daria stepped outside and swung her luggage into the waiting boat, which was filling fast with people and their belongings.
âNo, Daria! Please!â Heather burst into tears. âAfter everything Iâve done for you!â
Daria stepped onto the boat. She and Natalia struck up a song, and the others joined in.
âExcuse us,â came a voice from behind the Bernatowiczes. The last four staff members tilted a second boat on its side to squeeze it out the door. The crowd outside cheered as they set the boat in the water.
âWait!â called Joseph. âDonât leave yet! Weâll set off tomorrow after breakfast instead.â He finally matched a name to a face and added, âJackson, how long will it take to pack our things? Just the essentials for now.â
Jackson glanced awkwardly between the two boats. âThe boats are overloaded as it is, Mr. Bernatowicz. We really canât take anything else. That's not worth its weight, anyway.â
Joseph held back an angry tirade, and pulled out his wallet. He counted off six crisp bills and held them out to Jackson, perturbed but confident.
âAh,â Jackson grimaced, looking even more awkward than before. âI think thereâll be plenty of kindling on the other side of the water, sir.â
Jackson pushed the boats further into the water, jumping on the second without getting his feet wet.
Joseph and Heather Bernatowicz watched in silent horror as their staff slowly paddled away, deftly avoiding the odd pocket of low-burning flames as if they had been doing it all their lives.
âI just canât believe this,â Heather said through her hiccuping sobs; the only sound in the sudden eerie silence of their reality. âJoseph, call someone!â
Welcome to Whumptober 2024 â Seventh Time's a Charm!
Please make sure to read the Event Info and FAQ below 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.
This yearâs AO3 Collection can be found here.
This year's playlist can be found here.
And the Anatomy of a Whumptober Prompt post can be found here.
Weâre very excited to see the community come together for another year of Whumptober! Go wild with the prompts, and support your fellow creators - we wish you all the fun!
Best of luck and happy whumping,
Mods Vanne, Yenn, Kitty and Surro
(Text versions of the prompts, as well as event information, rules and FAQ are posted below the cut!)
Whumptober 2024 Prompt List
No. 1: RACE AGAINST THE CLOCK
Search Party | Panic Attack | "If only we could hold on.â (Icysami x Renegaderr, Strangers.)
No. 2: TRUST ISSUES
Amusement Park | Role Reversal | âYou got away with the crime while the knife's in my back.â (Charlotte Sands, Rollercoaster)
No. 3: SET UP FOR FAILURE
Fingerprints | Wrongfully Arrested | "I warned you."
No. 4: HALLUCINATIONS
Hypnosis | Sensory Deprivation | âYou're still alive in my head.â (Billy Lockett, More)
No. 5: SUNBURN
Healing Salve | Heatstroke | "If my pain will stretch that far." (Lottery Winners, Burning House)
No. 6: NOT REALISING THEY'RE INJURED
Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms | Healed Wrong | "It's not my blood."
No. 7: ONLY FOR EMERGENCIES
Unconventional Weapon | Magic with a Cost | "It's us or them."
No. 8: SLEEP DEPRIVATION
Isolation Chamber | Forced to Stay Awake | "Leave the lights on." (Coldplay, Midnight)
No. 9: OBSESSION
Broken Window | Bruises | âFrame me up on the wall, just to keep me out of trouble.â (Fall Out Boy, Irresistible)
No. 10: BLOW TO THE HEAD
Slurred Words | Passing Out from Pain | "I can't think straight."
No. 11: SEEING DOUBLE
Convenience Store | Loneliness | âLeave no trace behind, like you don't even exist.â (Taylor Swift, Illicit Affairs)
No. 12: STARVATION
Underground Caverns | Cannibalism | "Just a little more."
No. 13: TEAM AS A FAMILY
Familial Curse | Multiple Whumpees | "Death will do us part." (Set It Off, Partner's In Crime)
No. 14: LEFT FOR DEAD
Hunting Gear | Blackmail | âBecause I want you to know what it feels like to be hauntedâ (tiLLie, kooL aiD mAn)
No. 15: CHILDHOOD TRAUMA
Painful Hug | Moment of Clarity | "I did good, right?"
No. 16: NECROSIS
Swamp | Wound Cleaning | "No, I can't feel anything."
No. 17: NOWHERE ELSE TO GO
Ruined Map | Shipwrecked | "We had a good run."
No. 18: REVENGE
Unreliable Narrator | Loss of Identity | âI see what's mine and take it.â (Panic! at the Disco, Emperor's New Clothes)
No. 19: BLOOD TRAIL
Abandoned Cabin | One Way Out | "Is there anybody alive out there?" (Bruce Springsteen, Radio Nowhere)
No. 20: EMOTIONAL ANGST
Shoulder to Cry On | Giving Permission to Die | "It's not your fault."
No. 21: BODY HORROR
Body Horror | Tattoo Gun | Spirit Possession | âLet the bedsheet soak up the tears.â (Apparat feat. Soap & Skin, Goodbye)
No. 22: BLEEDING THROUGH BANDAGES
Tourniquet | Reopening Wounds | "Oh that's not good."
No. 23: FORCED CHOICE
Public Display | Broken Pedestal | "I'm doing this for you."
No. 24: RADIATION POISONING
Collapsed Building | Equipment Failure | âI never knew daylight could be so violent.â (Florence + The Machine, No Light, No Light)
No. 25: SURGERY
Stitches | Being Monitored | "It's for your own good."
No. 26: NIGHTMARES
Breakfast Table | Parting Words of Regret | âI'm haunted by the lies that I have loved, the actions I have hated.â (Poe, Haunted)
No. 27: VOICELESS
Laboratory | Muzzled | âI have no mouth and I must scream.â
No. 28: DENIAL
CCTV | Exposure | "They caught me red handed."
No. 29: FATIGUE
Labyrinth | Burnout | "Who said you could rest?"
No. 30: RECOVERY
Hospital Bed | Holding Back Tears | "What have I done?"
No. 31: ASKING FOR HELP
Therapy | Making Amends | "I'm alive, I'm just not well." (Elliot Lee, Alive, Not Well.)
Alternatives List:
Body Swap
Communication Barrier
Finding Old Messages
Forgotten
Friendly Fire
Motion Sickness
No-Holds-Barred Beatdown
Regret
Secrets Revealed
Shivering
Survivor's Guilt
Time Loop
Used As Bait
Venom
Vermin
Event Info & Rules
WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation challenge (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are 31 official themes this year - one for each day of the month - which can be used, skipped, or combined in any way youâd like. They are meant to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you donât have to include the exact wording of prompts into your work). Feel free to run rampant on interpretation. For example, if the prompt is âflame", 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 âold flameâ - an old relationship. Itâs truly down to you!
In total, there are 4 prompts for each day. These are optional suggestions and can be used in conjunction with the theme, or as options/alternatives. We want to give everyone as much creative freedom as possible, as well as increase event accessibility for folks with triggers and squicks. There is also a list of 15 alternative prompts that can be subbed in for any day, again to give participants as much creative freedom as possible.
Creators can PRODUCE work in any media they 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). Creators can PARTICIPATE as much or as little as they want (i.e. you donât have to do ALL the prompts if you donât want to) and prompts can be used in any order. They are also free to use even after the event ends.
When uploading Whumptober content to your blog, be sure to tag it with:
#whumptober2024 âŚ..(the event tag)
#no.1, #no.2, #no.3, âŚ..(theme number)
#bruises, #stabbing, âŚ..(the theme or specific prompt you chose)
#altprompt âŚ..(if you use an altprompt, tag the post with the number of the prompt you replace)
#fandom or #OC, âŚ..(ironman, original content, oc, etc.)
#medium âŚ..(gifs, fic, podcast, art, etc.)
#teeth, #etc âŚ..(trigger warnings & any additional tags. Keep in mind not to add âtwâ in front but only use the word/trigger itself)
#nsfwhump âŚ..(only for nsfw content)
#your own tags go here
PLEASE BE DILIGENT WITH YOUR TAGGING. Only properly tagged posts are considered for archiving on the official @whumptober-archive blog. They must be tagged in the order above. An elaborate post about our tagging system can be found [here]
Unfortunately, due to the sheer number of participants in recent years, we cannot guarantee your work will be archived. A random selection of properly tagged posts from all genres will be reblogged each day.
Whumpers who produce content for 31 total theme days are considered event completionists and will be tagged in a masterpost at the end of the month. A form will be published at the beginning of November asking you to tell us if you completed. This is based on trust and we will not check this.
Frequently Asked Questions
Please read this before you send an ask!
TIMELINE
July: Trope voting form released.
Late August: Prompt list is released for at least four weeks of preparation time. Tropes cannot be posted earlier than August 25th because of Moderator obligations in real life. (But, you know, go ahead and start writing/drawing, and add the themes in later, if you want!)
September: Do as much or as little on your works as you want. You can prepare everything in advance or let September go by with vibes and start working in October. Itâs up to you.
October 1st: Challenge begins! A storm of whump breaks upon us all! During this time, some posts will be reblogged to the whumptober archive blog. We open the yearly AO3 collection for posting (optional).
November 1st: The challenge is officially over! Completionist form opens for those who want to be included in the hall-of-fame.
Early November: We release completionist and participant badges, solicit feedback, and post a hall-of-fame list of completionists by the 10th.
PARTICIPATION AND COMPLETION
Q: What counts as participation?
Create or continue at least one work inspired by one of this yearâs prompts.
Q: What counts as completion?
Creating work(s) inspired by at least one prompt from each day (or alts), for a total of 31 unique prompts.
Q: Do I need to create 31 works?
No. You can, if you want. Or you can create one work that you add to every day with a new prompt. Or several works that combine prompts. You can also update an existing work by adding new material with the current prompts.
Q: Do I need to post my works somewhere to be a completionist or a participant?
No.
Q: How do you know I actually completed the challenge?
Weâll take your word for it!
Q: Do I have to finish my work(s) to be a completionist?
No, you can post WIPs. And youâre not obligated to finish them in October, but if you want it to count towards being a completionist, you must have completed 31 prompts by the end of the month. So for example, if youâre writing a long fic and you fit 31 different prompts into the writing you did in October, itâs okay if that fic isnât finished by the time October ends, youâll still be a completionist.
Q: Is co-writing/illustrating allowed?
Yes, absolutely, and it would count towards being a completionist for both/all of you.
Q: Is there a min/max limit on word count for written works?
No.
Q: Is there a min/max limit of quality for art?
No.
Q: Do I have to do something each day to be a completionist?
No. You can skip days whenever you want, and as long as 31 daily prompts (or alts) are in your works done in October, you can be a completionist. For example, if you wrote a 1000-word ficlet that covers prompts in days 2, 3, and 17, you can check all three days off your list even though itâs only one work.
Q: Is this challenge just for fics?
No! Artworks, GIFsets, headcannons, rec lists, poetry, moodboards, or any other creative work is encouraged.
Q: Can I combine Whumptober with other creation challenges?
Absolutely, as long as the other challenges allow it too.
PROMPTS
Q: How do the prompts work?
There are FOUR prompts per day: a theme and three ideas. You can use one, two, three, or all four prompts for each day. If you donât like any of the daily prompts, you can substitute one of the ALT prompts instead.
Q: How strictly/literally should we interpret the prompts?
As literally or as figuratively as you want. For example, if the theme is WATER, that could mean drowning, waterboarding, raining, swimming, take place underwater, be lost at sea, construct a metaphor about a characterâs mood that changes like a flowing river, crying, or whatever else you can think of that fits that theme.
Q: Can I combine prompts? Is there a limit on how many?
No limit and combine as many as youâd like. If you create a work that checks off multiple prompts, that work will count for a fill of multiple prompts. You need to address 31 different prompts to be an official completionist, but you donât have to produce 31 separate works.
WORKS
Q: Whatâs whump?
Hurting a character, whether thatâs physically, emotionally, intellectually, psychologically, or any other way you can think of. Comfort afterwards is optional. Angst is emotional whump, so it counts.
Q: How do I know if itâs whumpy enough?
If your character is just mildly inconvenienced, it probably needs more whump. However, no participant has to prove whumpiness to the mods. Whatever you write is up to you.
Q: What kind of characters can I create for?
Anything. Generic âwhumpee,â OC, PC, NPC, major characters, minor characters, or whatever you want. There are no limits.
Q: Does it have to take place in a specific fandom?
No, you can create works for your own worlds or for fandoms or for both. You can also create more generic or pan-fandom works. You can do cross-overs or use OCs, whatever you want.
Q: Can I create AI-created works?
We will not reblog or promote any works we know to be generative AI-created.
Q: Is there anything weâre not allowed to write?
As long as it contains whump and is based on our prompts, itâs fine. Please courtesy tag your works if you post them so people who follow the #whumptober2024 tag can filter according to their preferences.
Q: What about sex, minor characters, and potentially disturbing content?
You can create whatever works are legal in your country and post them accordingly. Please courtesy tag anything you think might be objectionable if you post to Tumblr so people who follow the #whumptober2024 tag can filter according to their preferences.
POSTING
Q: Where can I post my work?
Post where and how you want. You donât even have to (cross)post it to Tumblr. Just keep in mind if itâs not on Tumblr we will not be able to add it to the blog archive. There is an AO3 archive for Whumptober 2024, as well as the parent collection for works completed outside of the event.
Q: Can I start posting early?
You can, but this is an October event and wouldnât it be more fun with everyone doing it at the same time? We wonât be reblogging any work predating October 1st.
Q: Can I post late?
Yes. For the sake of our hardworking Post Fairies, only a dayâs themes will be reblogged to @whumptober-archive each day of October. But you can post whenever. Some of us are still working on and posting Whumptober fics from years ago.
Q: Do I have to use your tags?
Only on Tumblr and only if you want us to reblog your work on @whumptober-archive.
Q: How do I have my works reblogged to the archive?
Properly tagged posts will be reblogged to @whumptober-archive. If you want the official archive blog to reblog you, post on Tumblr and tag correctly (see this FAQ link for more info on tagging). Please note not all posts will be reblogged each day.
Q: Can we @ you?
For questions and comments, of course. Weâll be getting a flood of notifications, so if you really want us to see something send an ask.
Q: Can I cross post on other blogs?
Yes, multiple platforms and blogs are perfectly acceptable, as long as they allow cross-posting (to us). You can also post different works to different accounts under different names, without posting them everywhere at once. If you post some works under your main and others under an alt blog, thatâs fine for completionist purposes.
Q: Can I upload/repost my Whumptober content to other social media platforms?
Of course! Weâve created an AO3 Collection to archive any fics posted there, which can be found here. The blog is the official archive, so please respect the personal boundaries of any whumpers in your social circle (donât out anyone as a participant who would prefer not to be outed).
Most importantly, have fun, create, and enjoy all the whump posted this October!
Ethenriel tried not to cry. The pain throbbing across his torso was bad, but it only got worse when his body shook. He was covered in deep gashes that wouldnât heal and tiny cuts that didnât numb. Every breath burned. Heâd taken to holding his breath for as long as he could stand it, but gasping in air when he finally needed it made him feel like the blades were piercing him all over again.
Ascentra had been merciless. His face hadnât changed even when Ethenriel screamed. Heâd thrust a knife deep into Ethenrielâs torso, left it there to fester before finally dragging it back out, then he had expertly inserted a long, fat syringe into the center of Ethenrielâs worst mass of scars. Slowly, heâd drawn out the clear fluid that kept Ethenriel alive.
It would keep anyone alive.
Thatâs why it sold so well.
Slowly, Ethenriel inched one hand to his side to cover the sensitive area. His skin felt hotter there. With all the wounds, the little organ would be working overtime trying to create and pump out immunity cells to heal him. Humans had started calling it the elixir of life after making contact with Sivians decades ago. The name had caught on all over the space-faring galaxy, and even Sivians called it elixir now. Ethenriel couldnât remember the Sivian word for it, but didnât know if he simply never learned it or if it was gone with the rest of his missing memories.
He winced. Somewhere a muscle had twitched, sparking a fresh wave of pain. He held his breath. It didnât help.
The door opened and closed quietly somewhere behind Ethenriel. He was curled up on the cotânow sticky and wet with bloodâfacing the wall. He didnât dare move to watch Ascentra enter. Tall Ascentra with something else in his family treeânormal black eyes, rich pheromones, but no special organ hidden away in his torso to heal him.Â
âAre you still breathing, beauty?â he said.
Ethenriel drew in a breath, but didnât answer. He didnât even open his eyes.
âAre you thirsty?â
He was. Desperately. He heard something slosh and risked tilting his neck up, hoping Ascentra would at least pour a few drops of water over his lips.
âCome and get a drink.â Ethenriel could hear the cold smile in Ascentraâs voice. âWe need to keep those cuts open, don't we?â
Have you considered that I'm not a slow writer but I just have to stop every paragraph to perform extensive literary analysis. Have you considered that
What's interesting about this post is that the first sentence, though a question, uses a period instead of a question markâperhaps indicating that the speaker does not want a response. Given the defensive tone of the statement, the period certainly seems to reinforce the idea of preemptively halting any reply.
And yet, the second sentence has no terminating punctuation at all. While it's possible that it is simply conforming to the standards of the medium, it would not be too much of a stretch to interpret the lack of punctuation as an invitation for continuation. A certain subtle attempt to request a reply, without shifting tone.
The repetition of "have you considered" also invites a definite tension to the post. Coupled with the punctuation of each sentence, the first is defensive, but the second is almost pleading. The speaker here seems to be saying "It's not my fault, but forgive me anyway."
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