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1., 15., 17 and 18 are my fucking dream, but in other news...

A WHOLE ASS MONTH?????

HELLO, SAMLAN STANS!

While September may seem unremarkable to some, to us, it can mean a whole month of Samlan content! And it can be whatever you want– fanfics, fanart, aesthetics, ANYTHING!

Tag as #samlanseptember or #Samlan September so that I will be able to reblog it.

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Such a shame

Alice was having fun, who would've thought that she would enjoy hanging out with her older sister's friends would be so enjoyable, she had to admit she was honestly surprised when her sister told her she was invited to the Halloween party. Not that she was complaining, she adored her sister and anything to do with the woman.

Alice was sitting on the table, listening as two of her sister's friends talked about something she frankly didn't understand before they suddenly turned their attention to her.

“Hey, that's a cute Alice in wonderland costume”

The one dressed up as a werewolf stated, and they could both see how Alice puffed up with pride when he said that because the other one, dressed as a zombie, continued and said;

“Yeah, especially with how your name is Alice, its cool how its on theme”

She felt a smile involuntarily plaster itself on her face when they both complimented her, the kiddo felt so happy that not one but two of her sister's friends complimented her that she didn't even question their next request, didn't even think it over.

“You know what would be even cooler? If you went down to the basement and brought something up from there, they say it's haunted!”

Alice nodded her head and happily agreed to do it, she wasn't a wimp, no, not at all. She didn't ask where the duo got the keys to the basement when they handed them to her, the house may have actually been one of theirs, she didn't know nor did she care.

As she walked up to the basement door and unlocked it, she was pretty sure she saw her sister out of her peripherals, but she wasnt there when Alice turned. Even though the kid was a bit disappointed, she wanted to hug her lovely sister, she just shrugged it off and opened the door to the basement, Alice could understand why people would think it's haunted, with how the door seemed to scream in pain with rust and all the cobwebs past it, luckily the sounds of the party around her covered the sound of the way too loud door.

Alice just walked down the stairs, not hesitating due to the spiders, well, the thought of spiders, she couldn't actually see any spiders present, just their webs.

“Wow, when was the last time they cleaned this place… and how far down does it go?”

The kid thought as she kept going down, she would swear she's been walking down these stupid stairs for a solid five minutes!

Alice then heard a creak behind her

She slipped and started tumbling down…

…and down…

         …and down…

  …and down…

Until she hit the ground.

Alice laid there for a little bit, falling down who knows how many stairs hurt like hell…

as expected, but at least she made it down faster. Once she was able to get her bearings and stand up, she continued on ahead, there was no way she was going to go back now, she wasn't a scaredy cat and she said she would bring something up with her to impress both her sister and her sisters friends.

She continued deeper and deeper into the sinister room, passing by some old boxes she didn't bother to try and open, they were way too big and she was way too small to reach the top of them to look inside.

She kept wandering further, eventually stumbling into a door within the basement. After a bit of struggle she managed to open the door, at least this one didn't squeak loudly like the one upstairs, even though the floorboard did when she stepped inside.

“Why would one family need so many mirrors?.. Or this big of a basement? It's not that big of a house…”Alice thought she entered the room, every inch of every wall was covered in mirrors, the only area without them being a path on the floor. She just kept pushing forward, trying to ignore the movement she was sure she was seeing at the edges of her vision, that was until she reached the door at the other end of the room of course, there was even a mirror attached to the damned door!

She let out a quiet sound of irritation, she was never a fan of mirrors nor of carrying them, the fragileness always put her on edge, but at least normally she had her sister's help. Now, however, she kind of had no choice but to struggle alone with how the mirror was placed partially against the handle, her sister would be so helpful right now. She moved the mirror off the door with quite a bit of difficulty and placed it on the floor before continuing on her way. 

Poor Alice hated the next room more, there wasn't anything explicitly wrong with it, it was just a square room with gray carpet and brick walls, but it made her think of her father, of a bad, bad man she is still forced to see, for her sisters sake, as the older still loved him .

“I need to get out… screw their ‘thing from the haunted basement’, I'm leaving!”

She wasn't leaving, Alice decided to overcome her fears and continue further into the room to find something cool, her sister's friends would look down on her if she didn't, and her sister would be proud if she was brave.

“Why would I care what they think!? And my sister would rather me be safe than brave! Why did I even come down here in the first place?.. I didn’t question anything they said…”

She stopped thinking about that and kept on her journey, stopping this idiotic panic and continuing on.

“Actually, why didn't I question that weird voice in my head? I'm not listening to you, you filthy demon!”

The next thing Alice knew the floor opened up, dropping her into an empty pit and causing her to fall for the second time that day.

“What the-!”

The feeling of hitting the ground was just slightly less painful than last time, but it was just as jarring, the feeling of grass tickling her face was also rather unpleasant… Wait, grass? 

I dragged myself up, looking around my surroundings, I was in some kind of forest clearing. There were mushrooms and large swirling trees that all lead up to a hole in the sky. It kind of looked like I was in heaven with how beautiful it was.

“That hole must be where i fell through”

I thought as I started moving forward, there was no way in hell I was staying here, no matter what the malevolent voice in my head said, I needed to get back to my sister. The voice was never malevolent, as it was only trying to ensure her success.

“Filthy liar… you are treating me like a soulless puppet in your game!”

The young girl incorrectly thought, but the voice was well aware of the existence of her free will and neither of them were playing a game of the voices creation, the narrator was just attempting to lead them both through a story created by someone else.

A look of realization crossed Alice's face as she figured out the voice may be just as trapped as she is, before it contorted to irritation as the voice continued to narrate her, she scoffed and waited for the voice to tell her where to go, hopefully finally letting it do its job without further interruptions.

“Shut up and tell me where to go already!”

Alice rudely thought before following the narration and turning left, finding two doors. The one of the left being her way out.

“What's behind the right one?”

Alice thought, expecting the voice to tell her, but unfortunately the voice was not able to tell her that it was what laid behind the door, nor how utterly shattering and distressing it would be for Alice if she went through the wrong door.

“I wonder…”

But the girl did not listen to common sense and opened the door anyway, behind it there was a dark staircase, one that looked exactly like the one she went down when she first got trapped in this ‘basement’. She hesitated for a moment but then stepped inside, the musty air wrapping around her like a heavy blanket as she descended, she could barely see in front of her as she went deeper and deeper down, eventually passing the step where she fell. When she finally reached the bottom, she was met by a sight that would forever be ingrained in her mind. There, lying motionless on the cold floor, was a figure that looked just like her—pale and lifeless, surrounded by dark, smeared marks, the figure's head cracked open from the fall.

Panic surged through her, tightening around her chest. 

“I… No, this isn't real. You're playing with my head!”

she thought, stumbling backward. The sight was horrifying, too vivid to be a mere trick of the light. She pressed her hands to her face, desperately trying to convince herself it wasn’t true, but the chilling reality clung to her like a nightmare.

Her heart raced as the air grew thick and suffocating, she turned to flee but stopped when she saw another chilling sight. Standing right there behind the step where Alice fell, was her sister, chuckling with nothing but amusement in her eyes.

“You’re not supposed to be here, Alice.”

The older woman said, mockery dripping from her tone. 

Alice’s heart dropped as the realization hit her. Her sister had pushed her. The memory of the shove, the sudden loss of balance, all suddenly appeared— She never fell, it was her own blood that betrayed her.

“What's wrong Alice? Sad? it's your own fault really, you always had to get in my way, and now look at you” The woman said, taunting Alice “nothing but a bloody corpse with a soul ripped in two”

That statement did not help Alice's rapidly deteriorating mental state, the sudden understanding that the ‘weird voice in her head’ that she called a ‘filthy demon’ was nothing but a piece of her own consciousness, one that was trying to prevent her from realizing what had truly been her fate.

Alice’s breath came in shallow gasps as fear morphed into a blend of horror and anger. She, no, we were trapped, not just by the basement, but by the twisted intentions of our sister. The nightmare wasn’t just in the basement; it was standing right in front of us, wearing the face of someone we trusted.

.

.

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It took two weeks for our corpse to be found, and another two for our funeral to finally be held. We stood there, right beside our open casket as the farewell happened, the mortician did a good job, we only looked like we were asleep. But that did little to ease the unnerving feeling of watching our own funeral.

We sat there as our family cried, sat there as so many people muttered out their last goodbyes to us, sat there as people called our death a horrible accident, sat there as our parents and some teachers gave speeches, we started moving when our sister walked up to the podium.

We were right beside her as she spoke of us, as she said how much she loved us and would miss us. 

We followed as she stepped onto the first step off the podiums stage. We stood next to her open casket just 3 weeks later, it's a shame she was so clumsy and accidentally fell and broke her neck at our funeral service. 

Such a shame indeed...

This is my submission for @olis-inkwell-symposium monsters in the mirror challenge, it was so much fun to write this!

(i don't even remember the last time i wrote a story for fun and not school)

Here's to document if someone would prefer to read it there

Mirabel's Two-Minute Notice

This is what I like to call an "Encanto Song Parody Challenge"

Ok, so I'm not really a fan of Madrigal Family Bashing. But I discovered this song one day and immediately thought, this would be perfect as an Encanto Song. the song is called "Two-Minute Notice" from the indie YouTube series Helluva Boss on Vivziepop. If you want to listen to it see the link below to watch the official video. Fair warning there is a lot of swearing and some sexual themes in the song, but other than that it is awesome. So, my challenge goes like this.

-Mirabel being sick and tired of how her so called family (minus Antonio) has been treating her over the years, decides to leave Encanto and never look back. But before she does that, she decides to say goodbye for good while also telling off the Madrigals (mostly Alma) for how terribly they've treated her over the years-

I challenge anyone out there to make an Encanto parody of this song. Link for song down below

Mirabel in the Spiderverse (Encanto x Spiderverse Story Idea)

Let's do this one more time.

Her name is Mirabel Madrigal. She lived in a village cut off from the rest of the world. She lives in a big magic house, with her big magical family, protected by a magic candle. However, Mirabel herself isn't magical. She spent most of her life trying to prove herself to her family and the village, only to be ignored or pushed aside by everyone, even her family. But then one day Mirabel gets bitten by an unusual spider and everything changes. She feels stronger, is able to stick to any surface, and gets this unusual feeling in the back of her mind whenever danger is near. She wanted a gift to be like her family, but now she's scared that they'll treat her worse than when she didn't have a gift. And if things weren't weird enough, she meets some unusual teenagers with strange costumes coming out of a portal. So now she's exploring the Multiverse and learning about her new abilities with her new Spider friends, all while hiding them from her family. What could possibly go wrong?

I know this type of crossover has been done a few times before, But I want to see other writers try to make their own spin on an Encanto x Spiderverse crossover. Can't wait to see what you all come up with.

here are the stories that inspired me to post this idea.

Earth-156773: Spider-Madrigal - Chapter 1 - CloverTheFox - Encanto (2021) [Archive of Our Own]

Earth 3015- Mirabel Madrigal: The Orb Weaver - Chapter 1 - Writer_of_Fandoms_123 - Spider-Man: Spider-Verse (Sony Animated Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

I have read fanfics I would pay to have bound into books and keep them on my bedside table.

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

Oh good, I'm doing it right.

Day two of my writing challenge

Sorry forgot to post also posting 3 today need to write 4 yet

Soulmate AU: everyone is born with heterochromia, one eye is their soulmate's color and the other is theirs. What happens when two soulmates meet?

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Everyone always dreams of meeting their soulmate, their other half. Meeting my soulmate was once my dream, but I’ve given up hope. My soulmate's eyes aren’t exactly the rarest color, although they were beautiful that’s for sure. Their eye is an arctic blue with strokes of baby blue. Compared to my simple hazel eyes theirs were truly magnificent. So in general it’s nice having such a beautiful eye, but every other blue eye I see is lifeless and dull compared to my soulmate’s. Sighing in frustration I shake my head to clear my thoughts, now is not the time for daydreaming, I’m about to be in Paris. The city of love it’s quite ironic huh? Stepping onto the train platform I take a deep breath in and smell food nearby. Looking around I also admire the train station's architecture, it was much better compared to what we had back home. While looking around I start to become dizzy and lean against a pole. I start to rub my temple to attempt to get rid of the dizzy spell, but a man suddenly appears in the corner of my vision. Blinking at him I notice he was quite tall he then asks in a somewhat raspy voice “Are you quite alright my lady?” No one says my lady, but I brush it off and notice he looked like Ian McKellen, he had eyes that sparkled with mischief and an impressive beard. Nodding I respond to him “I apologize for that sir, I’m just becoming very dizzy.”

Yet when I go to once again look at his eyes I find him studying mine.

I then hear “It’s her.” I am about to question what he meant by the remark but before I could I feel myself falling. Screams erupt from my mouth as I get beaten up by tree branches on the way down. When I hit the ground I start to feel tears form, but I push it down. Getting to my feet I realize I’m shaking and my right arm is numb. Muttering profanities under my breath I limp to the base of a tree and begin to take in my surroundings. I’m surrounded by black dying trees that were corroding to who knows what, but I did not wanna find out. Continuing to look around I wonder how the hell I got into this situation. Okay, I was at a train station in Paris and got dizzy then an old ma- wait it was that old hobo man that looks like Ian McKellen! Now that I think of it he looked like Gandalf, yet even I knew he looked too friendly!

Before I go to look around more when I hear a voice “Don’t move or the arrow will lie in your head” I go to speak but instead process the voice. Then it hit me he sounds like Legolas!

I respond “Sir I’m sorry for whatever I did, but I don’t even know where I am.”

Then I am interrupted by a person behind me “Lay down your bow Legolas Greenleaf, she is with me.”

Wait a minute that is the cheap Ian McKellen copy! Quickly turning around I point at the man cosplaying Gandalf “You! You, Homeless hobo, are the reason I’m here I could be in Paris right now drinking wine in the Eiffel Tower!”

He acknowledges me and says “I understand that my lady,” but then he turns to the man that also looked like a clone of Legolas and says “see look at her eyes, mellon nin.”

The Handsome copy of Legolas looks at my eyes as mine nervously dart around, but looking at his face, his expression shows one of surprise “She has Adar’s eyes…” He then turns to the other cosplayers and says something in elvish, to which the other cosplaying elves nod. The man cosplaying Legolas grabs my arm as we start to walk. If it was anyone else I wouldn’t have allowed it, but he’s hot so one exception. As we walk the large trees start to gain life the closer we got to whatever destination. ‘Okay this is weird as shit’ I think, but when we near a twisted wooden structure I realized.

“I’m not on earth any longer am I?”

I was really questioning myself, but the actual Gandalf agrees with a laugh “No my lady instead you are on middle earth.” Oh god I feel like throwing up, it definitely doesn’t help when I walk in and everyone looks at me. We walk through twisting halls and finally to what seemed like a throne room, nervous about falling off the edge of the path I practically cling onto Legolas, who in return gives me a curious glance. Once we reach the large platform I relax a bit, okay no dying via falling off a path edge.

Legolas then speaks “My King there is someone here to see you.” he lets go of me and I look at him as if he’s nuts and shake my head quickly.

I just want to go ho- “Is that so Legolas, tell me who is it.” My throat goes dry, but when I turn around I am met with the most beautiful blue eye and a hazel one. The tall elf with my eyes that I’ve identified as Thranduil walks down the steps and stops right in front of me. He is so close that I can feel his breath.

I say the only thing I can think of at that moment “Your eyes are beautiful.”

Day 3 “I’m not a villain in your story. In theirs, yeah. But not in yours.”

I tried to make this gender neutral tell me what y’all think

Prompt from @I-michalska-writer

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A beeping sound comes from my left side as I peel my eyes open. I’m in a hospital room, with multiple IVs in my arm and a ton of injuries. The last time I can remember I was fighting the villain no that seemed too light of a title for them. More like a mastermind, I’m usually smart enough not to fall for their traps but they took my significant other. Right before I was about to get them back one of their henchmen beat me up and well knocked me out. I was pulled out of my thoughts by ruffling to my right, and that's when I notice there is a person sitting in a visiting chair. Curious I tap on their shoulder, but when they open their eyes I go to scream before they cover my mouth. It was them, they’re the reason I’m in this smelly, atrocious hospital! The person I’ve come to know as my nemesis in disguise says “Please, just let me explain, darling please.” I was about to reject and thrash in my bed, but the hurt in their eyes kept me still.”

They slowly remove their hand and I say “You can explain, but don’t call me Darling. I am nothing of the sort to you.”

I notice they wince at the end and raise an eyebrow in curiosity “How the fuck did you get in anyway.”

The response was short but understandable “People are stupid.” Them not being wrong keeps me from saying anything. They then take a deep breath “I never meant for you to get hurt…”

Letting out a bark of laughter I sarcastically reply “Good one maybe try better next time.”

Their gaze hardened and they say “I’m serious, Harrison was out of line.” I raise my eyebrow, Harrison. Quick to understand they respond to my quiet question “It’s my henchman the one that beat you up.”

Rolling my eyes I say to them “Sure blame a henchman for your evil plans.”

My nemesis stands up out of his chair and seethed “It was a mistake on both our parts it won’t happen again.”

With my side starting to hurt more I ask “Why is it I matter now? What is so damn special about me? I’m like everyone else except I stand up to your bullshit. On top of that, you steal my girlfriend-“ Almost shooting up out of bed I glare at them “Where the fuck is my girlfriend.” The monitor’s beeping starts to spike more and they try to calm me down I snarl at them “Now listen here-“

They snap “GODDAMN YOU, YOU CAN’T GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL! YOU are beyond intelligent, in fact probably the smartest person I’ve ever met and you don’t see it! YOU are more beautiful than Aphrodite and carry yourself with such grace. YOU treat others with so much kindness despite your own suffering. YOU are my Patrocles… The first moment I saw you I fell in love with you…” Their voice becomes a slight whisper as I process what was just said. A silence settles as I stare at them stunned, I go to say something but am taken aback by the pooling sadness in their eyes. After a few more seconds of silence, they grab their hat and phone before walking out the door. Yet as I sat in my hospital bed I see them stop right before crossing the threshold, slightly turning to me they say “I’m not a villain in your story. In theirs, yeah. But not in yours.”

Below is a real scene of the protagonist being knocked out

YOU— YEAH YOU! DO THIS THING WITH ME!

THIS IS YOUR AGGRESSIVE SIGN TO CREAT EVERY DAY FOR ONE YEAR.

Okokokokok so the goal is essentially what I said above. Write/draw something every day for a year. I know that sounds like A LOT but even if you can spare 2 minutes in your day to quickly scrible something into your notes app that's perfect.

Why should you bother with this?

You will end up at 365 pieces by the end of the year

you will improve your skills

you are bound to find some gold

even if you miss 1/3 of the days you will still have 243 things!!!

helps you be more in tune with your feeling (especially if you treat it like a journal)

you can try out different styles in a judgement free zone

uhhhh you love me

you will learn how to be more creative

you will have content to post on your blog/publish/submit to contests

you will have something to keep you going/motivated

you won't be alone

AND LOTS OF OTHERS I DONT HAVE TIME FOR

So this is your sign to write with me

(don't worry about starting on the same day just start making stuff)

I will be posting the things I write on @rheas-poetry-motivation

JOIN ME 🫵

Tagging people for reach and cause i love my moots:

@mister-dirty-hands, @bamb1fawn, @outromoony, @themortalityofundyingstars, @garden-of-runar

@ancientpokemonrock, @ang3lic-t3ars, @justiceforplutoo, @albatris, @gayafaaryn

@lorelangdon, @imastoryteller, @chaoticcandle, @gildy-locks, @jamespotterbbg

@seekmemystar, @tequilaqueen, @picklerab23, @a-k-oblackhat, @leahnardo-da-veggie

October 1, 2008

Despair.

When despair felt like the best alternative to happiness, it was easier said than done to try and improve. The world was how it was going to be and there was very little I could do to change it… let alone the circumstance I was put inside.

Assistance was something I could only hope for.

Friendship wasn’t likely.

Love isn’t common.

Life never played in my favor. Almost like some story being written as the days went on—nothing was planned, just improvised for someone else’s enjoyment.

All the despair I feel from a life not lived has caught up. This life should have control, maybe I should try after so long.

Today will be the day

Jess was made during a time where I felt most females disliked me for… simply being alive. Being a lightskinned black female wasn’t fun. Girls especially disliked me and I had a hard time relating to them because of their bullying. Eventually, I found out that it wasn’t even my fault, but several factors I can’t control. From this, I made a character who’s entire personality revolves around disliking my main character for something she can’t control. Obviously, it starts as a simple hatred because Jess can’t have the boy she likes due to him liking Cassie, but I eventually turned it into Jess dealing with insecurities of her own and feeling undesired. I struggle with that as well, but not to the degree I have Jess experiencing it. Ultimately, Cassie and Jess become very good friends who work well together, they keep things real between them and have one another's back knowing each other’s downfall.

Alright, I'm gonna do something I've never done before...

Be consistent

All jokes aside. Between this being a draft and it going up. I'm going to challenge myself to write character scenes to introduce you all to the world of my many characters and their relationship with with my main character, Cassie.

The challenge: For the whole month of January, I have to post a small scene showcasing a few of my characters. They can be of any length, but they at least have to be more then 1k. If I can't reach that, then I'll have another story making up the difference.

Now, I'm expecting myself to fail because I become overwhelmed very easily; but I'm hoping this challenge will give me the necessary stress to actually finish it.

Update 1/03: I'm four days strong and I'm liking this challenge so far. I made a whole blog for this challenge, so go check it out!

So, wish me luck. If you want, you could participate as well, so I don't suffer alone but tag me so I can see your stories 🤗

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hudson & Rex (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Charlie Hudson/Sarah Truong (Hudson & Rex) Characters: Charlie Hudson (Hudson & Rex), Rex (Hudson & Rex), Sarah Truong (Hudson & Rex), Jesse Mills (Hudson & Rex), Joe Donovan (Hudson & Rex) Additional Tags: Whumpril 2023, Landslide, Whump, charlie hudson whump, Charlie Whump, Buried Alive, He's not having a good time, poor Charlie, will I ever leave him be, to be safe and sound in Sarah's arms?, probably never, Sorry Pal, Charlie Hudson danger magnet is my jam Summary:

Here is my first fic for the whumpril 2023 challenge. I used the prompt Distress Call. Charlie and Rex were simply trying to locate a criminal. How did things go so wrong?

You are right about that

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

Might do a few Whumptober prompts if the mood strikes me...

WHUMPTOBER 2024: PROMPTS LIST

Welcome to Whumptober 2024 — 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 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 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.” (Icysami x Renegaderr, Strangers.)

No. 2: TRUST ISSUES

Amusement Park | Role Reversal | “You got away with the crime while the knife's in my back.” (Charlotte Sands, Rollercoaster)

No. 3: SET UP FOR FAILURE

Fingerprints | Wrongfully Arrested | "I warned you."

No. 4: HALLUCINATIONS

Hypnosis | Sensory Deprivation | “You're still alive in my head.” (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 | “Frame me up on the wall, just to keep me out of trouble.” (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 | “Leave no trace behind, like you don't even exist.” (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 | “Because I want you to know what it feels like to be haunted” (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 | “I see what's mine and take it.” (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 | “Let the bedsheet soak up the tears.” (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 | “I never knew daylight could be so violent.” (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 | “I'm haunted by the lies that I have loved, the actions I have hated.” (Poe, Haunted)

No. 27: VOICELESS

Laboratory | Muzzled | “I have no mouth and I must scream.”

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 you’d like. They 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!

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 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.

When uploading Whumptober content to your blog, be sure to tag it with:

#whumptober2024 …..(the event tag)

#no.1, #no.2, #no.3, …..(theme number)

#bruises, #stabbing, …..(the theme or specific prompt you chose)

#altprompt …..(if you use an altprompt, tag the post with the number of the prompt you replace)

#fandom or #OC, …..(ironman, original content, oc, etc.)

#medium …..(gifs, fic, podcast, art, etc.)

#teeth, #etc …..(trigger warnings & any additional tags. Keep in mind not to add “tw” in front but only use the word/trigger itself)

#nsfwhump …..(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. It’s 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 year’s 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? We’ll take your word for it! Q: Do I have to finish my work(s) to be a completionist? No, you can post WIPs. And you’re 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 you’re writing a long fic and you fit 31 different prompts into the writing you did in October, it’s okay if that fic isn’t finished by the time October ends, you’ll 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 it’s 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 don’t 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 character’s 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 you’d 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 don’t have to produce 31 separate works.

WORKS

Q: What’s whump? Hurting a character, whether that’s 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 it’s 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 “whumpee,” 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 we’re not allowed to write? As long as it contains whump and is based on our prompts, it’s 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 don’t even have to (cross)post it to Tumblr. Just keep in mind if it’s 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 wouldn’t it be more fun with everyone doing it at the same time? We won’t be reblogging any work predating October 1st. Q: Can I post late? Yes. For the sake of our hardworking Post Fairies, only a day’s 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. We’ll 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, that’s fine for completionist purposes. Q: Can I upload/repost my Whumptober content to other social media platforms? Of course! We’ve 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 (don’t 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!

I’m not a perfectionist, but finding a typo or a grammatical error in my own already-published fic is like stepping on a Lego honestly

reblog if you believe fanfic writers are as valid and talented as any professional writer who publishes and sells their novels

I’m trying to prove a point

So yesterday my IRL friend and I did a fun writing challenge for shits and giggles. We put on a timer for 15 minutes and had to write a romantic scene between two out of pocket characters. We had zero prep time expect for choosing our crackship and a story title. Low key this was actually a great writing exercise cause I got to see how much I write under pressure and now I have a horrifying piece of fiction looming in my notes app.

110/10 would recommend. This is genuine writing advice for a warm up.

Okay so I have an expansive collection of quotes from me, my family, friends, and my professors and they're out of context and super wacky, would anyone be interested in me making a post listing all the really good ones and you guys send in requests for them? Either for Wolverine or Rambo (or another character if you see one that really fits, just message me to make sure I know the fandom)

It would be like a dialogue prompt list, but slightly concerning things I've said/witnessed someone else saying.

Just thought it might be a nice writing challenge, maybe it's kinda weird but that's okay. Let me know what you guys want :P