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Did anyone else ever as a kid see or read some really minor whump scenario in something but then in their head go “okay, but what if it was worse than that?”

Or like, see a character in a dangerous or risky situation and go “but what if they got hurt here? What if this super important thing they had to do, they had to do while they were sick?”

Real whumper things

your loudmouth character has been cursed by a witch for mouthing off, and as a result, they can only speak 1 more sentence aloud for the rest of their life. after that, they won’t be able to make another sound ever again. how do they learn to communicate? and when they finally use their sentence, what do they say, and to whom?

So I was bored

Which oc cannot physically stop themself from:

1. Dipping their hand into any pool, fountain, or any other body of water they see?

2. Being the Dad/Mom/Parent friend?

3. Telling the truth?

4. Starting drama?

5. Confronting their nemesis?

6. Correcting a mistake they see someone making?

7. Hiding from conflict?

8. Helping someone in need?

9. Offering jaded advice?

10. Offering idealistic advice?

11. Tidying up any mess they encounter?

12. Tapping an instrument as they pass by?

13. Complimenting someone?

14. Insulting someone?

15. Telling jokes?

16. Rambling?

17. Wandering off from the group to explore or follow a lead?

18. Telling an anecdote or a story?

19. Getting crushes really easily?

20. Pointing out a silver lining?

21. Drawing when listening to someone talk / in class / at work?

can someone please write something where the whumpee is slowly running out of air, and they have come to the conclusion that they are trapped and not getting out anytime soon, so they call that one person, their person, but act as if everything is normal while trying to say goodbye

You know those anime meta posts along the lines of “I was born with pink hair. The doctors told my parents I was a Main Character and ever since my life has not known peace from demons/spirits/sports competitions/harems who find me”

Well I see that, and I raise you this:

An anime boy whose appearance is, by absolutely anyone’s account, completely and utterly average. Mundane hair. Mundane eyes. Not even glasses to set him the tiniest bit apart. A simple, unmemorable, unrecognizable civilian among a backdrop of millions.

And he has a lot of passions, and a lot of ambitions, which he hones every chance he gets. He’s dabbled in sports and archery and cooking and just about anything you could wrap a competition around. And he’s competed in many of these. Every chance he gets. With all of his passion and all of his might.

He’s crushed by the competition every single time.

Until one day–one day something clicks for him. Something that should have seemed obvious from the start and yet never was–as though everyone, including himself, was unwittingly blind to it. It clicks, when he realizes every kid who’s beaten him in competition, every kid who’s gone on to fame and glory and acclaim, has been some candy-haired gel-spiked ridiculously-dressed fucker. 

There’s some trend there that this Main Character boy can’t explain and can’t understand but he decides, this one time, fuck it. He’ll play along too. He’s got a model train competition in four days, and he’s got nothing more to lose. He hits up the department store, buys the pinkest, noxious-est, fruitiest hair dye he can find, the spikiest hair gel available, and the gaudiest clothes on the thrift rack. He enters the model train competition looking like a bubble gum gijinka.

And he wins.

Suddenly, the other candy-haired contestants notice him. They talk to him. They pledge rivalries. Girls notice him. Judges applaud him. Acclaimed model train aficionados offer him internships across the world. He’s hit on something. 

The main cast expands to cover just about every candy-hair cliche in the book: from the mostly-normal-looking demure school girl with the blue hair to the Naruto-est, yelling-est boy with the red-and-green spiked hair. The cool megane senpais, the purple haired tsunderes, suddenly everyone is interested in him. They’re prodigies and upstarts and underdogs and they truly believe that this main character boy is one of them.

So the main character boy maintains his ruse. He touches up his roots at dawn every morning and carefully attends to his gelled spikes and tells absolutely no one about this great, uncanny, unfathomable secret he’s stumbled upon. He wins his competitions left and right. He racks up the acclaim. He’s hailed as a prodigy of all trades, just now bursting onto the scene, and boils to the top of all his candy-haired peers.

He’s rising up, his every dream within his grasp. Until one day he gets a note under his door, taped to an old picture of his Normal Boring self from middle school, that says “You don’t belong”

Whumptober 2020 - Updated

Welcome to Whumptober 2020! We’re doing things a little differently this year so please make sure to read the Event Info carefully. We are also excited to announce the addition of an AO3 Collection, which can be found here.

We hope you’re as excited as us to watch the Whump Community come together once again for a month of bone-crunching creativity and collaboration!

(All 31 Themes + Prompts, Event Information, and FAQs are posted below the cut!)

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Whump Prompt #314

Drive a taser into broken ribs

When a feverish person is just sitting half dazed while someone is looking them over and they’re just so out of it then suddenly they’re pulled back to reality by their caretaker’s cool hand against their burning forehead (or cupping their face or brushing fingers gently against their cheek)