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I personally prefer them in separate fics in a series! It's a lot easier to find something with the characters you like that way :)

I wanted to get your opinion on posting.

Is it easier for readers to read the prompts in seperate one shot fics or write them all and put them in one story/post on AO3?

I hope that makes sense! Thank you! 🙏❤️

I think we can pass this to the community to share their opinions so you can get a few perspectives!

What does everyone think about posting fics as ones shots vs a one shot collection from a reader's perspective?

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So I recently finished the 100 whump drabble challenge by @whumpster-dumpster it was great, loved it. So naturally I went to look for another such list. I did find one or two but neither exactly fit my tastes for different reasons. So I made my own list, posted here just in case anyone else wants to use it.

1. Mumbling

2. Duel

3. Nightmare

4. Watching

5. Struggle

6. Psychological damage

7. Apologies

8. Running

9. Wall

10. Vile

11. Dread

12. Fate

13. Conditioning

14. Messy

15. Gift

16. Trust

17. Mask

18. Bang

19. Smell

20. Claw

21. Scream

22. Fading

23. Terror

24. Sleepless

25. Broken

26. Fragile

27. Stage

28. Regret

29. Tearing

30. Kicks

31. Mood shift

32. Arts and crafts

33. Not done yet

34. Open

35. Pressure

36. Tremble

37. Limits

38. Hunt

39. Kneeling

40. Trash

41. Bound

42. Questions

43. Consequences

44. Leave

45. Drowning

46. Shock

47. Choke

48. Falling

49. Gone

50. Squabble

51. Poke

52. Unexpected

53. Cold

54. Defiance

55. Bite

56. Sacrifice

57. Useless

58. Worst case scenario

59. Lies

60. Revenge

61. Still

62. Stop

63. Out of time

64. Underneath

65. Abnormal healing

66. Hide

67. Silence

68. Fumble

69. Fault

70. Electricity

71. Too close

72. Touch

73. Damage

74. Joke

75. Cling

76. Forced kill

77. Lunge

78. Lost

79. Maybe

80. Never again

81. Bruises

82. Unveiling

83. Stripped

84. Smile

85. Pleading

86. Fatal

87. Glee

88. Mania

89. Hope

90. Insanity

91. Crossed the wrong guy

92. Blood

93. Burn

94. Crumble

95. Nothing to see

96. Careless

97. Crying

98. No longer standing

99. Drugs

100. Blade

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I did this. Cost me a year but I wrote a drabble for every single prompt. Just wanted to brag for a moment.

100 Drabble Challenge: Whump Edition

The Challenge: write a hundred drabbles, exactly 100 words each, for a hundred brief prompts! I’ve seen some of these floating around but not one specifically whump-themed. As such, I’m doing my duty!

Ache

Burn

Cut

Darkness

Faint

Cough

Stranded

Weak

Temperature

Stumble

Chains

Slap

Hunger

Thirst

Tremble

Sob

Hide

Knife

Mockery

Revenge

Gag

Strangle

Pet

Bedridden

Hallucination

Distrust

Ensnare

Blindfold

Sore

Fall

Pinned

Ransom

Escape

Comatose

Shock

Tissues

Bath

Retch

Exposed

Swollen

Bitterness

Left Behind

Shove

Hoarse

Whip

Sweat

Band-Aid

Punishment

Worry

Lies

Bite

Rage

Blurry Vision

Crutches

Stress

Heat

Infection

Dragged

False Smile

Car Trunk

Grudge

Breakdown

Wheeze

Shot

Unsteady

Bedside Manner

Cage

Whimper

Scratch

Threat

Toss and Turn

Lonely

Vertigo

Pale

Buried

Overload

Argument

Painkillers

Pressure

Therapy

Glazed Eyes

Vigil

Cornered

Thrash

Dangling

Gone Wrong

Overworked

Scars

Oxygen

Cold Floor

Tearstains

Terror

Impossible Choice

ER

Bruises

Forced to Watch

Bloodshot

Defiance

Broken

Loss

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Hihi. Whumpuary ig.

Ah yes. Such weird. It is that one time in forever that I don't have writers block. Let's do some Whumpuary! Yippee.

Fandoms: dsmp (and oc's ig)

Used prompt: "make it stop"

Characters: Technoblade, Philza, two of my oc's.

Eh maybe a possible tw for suicidal thoughts. Idk if it really counts but I'm adding it just to be sure.

"No-" the word that came from Phil's mouth was barely a whisper.

Technoblade feels something ice cold in his chest as the small saw landed onto the ground in front of him. He barely heard the soft clang it made over the many raging voices in his head, intertwining with his thoughts, his rage, and his pain.

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!

MAKE THEM PAY FOR THIS INJUSTICE.

BLOOD.

He can barely scrape his own thoughts away from the many words chat is filling his mind with. They crave the jesters' blood, and so does he. His hands are shaking but he takes deep breath after deep breath, he can't. One mistake, one single hit in their direction, as pathetic as it'll be in his current state, one mistake and they'll kill Philza.

He has to breathe. At the thought of what they are doing, what they are asking Techno to do to his oldest friend, it makes his rage burn anew. Deep breaths. He can't.

Technoblade's eyes find Courtly behind the loaded crossbow ready and pointed at Phil's head. Their eyes meet and Techno's gaze is a silent threat. As soon as he gets any opening both she and her sadistic monster that is her girlfriend are dead. Courtly stares right back into his eyes.

Their silent exchange is interrupted by said girlfriend's cold voice, "We've waited long enough now." Joker says with a wide smirk on her lips.

And directly following those words Techno can hear the panic really kick into Phil's voice, "nonono- please- don't. Don't-" he rambles as he struggles against the binds but it is all useless.

Techno doesn't want to do this, but he doesn't have a choice at all. He'll remember their names and he'll remember their faces, and one day they will pay.

His hands are still shaking as he picks up the saw. In the corner of his eye he sees Phil flinch away, his friend knows what's coming, they both know it's unavoidable.

Technoblade draws closer to him and he can almost feel the arrow on the other side of the room hang in the air.

He puts the saw on top of Phil's left wing.

"I'm sorry." Techno hears himself say.

It feels so, so, wrong to do this. Philza's screams fill the air as he truly panics, frantically trying everything in his might to get away. Techno holds his wing tight in place, it is his wings or his life. What choice is there?

He moves the sawblade up and down and in a steady rhythm together with his breathing in a useless attempt trying to ignore Phil's bloodcurdling screams and the way he writhes underneath Techno's now blood stained hands. He knows tears are already leaking from Phil's eyes and he can only imagine the pain he is currently in. Techno is crying too in-between deep unstable breaths. It is nothing like the desperate pained sobs coming from Philza's throat, just a few silent tears running down his cheeks. He barely feels them.

Chat is strangely silent. They might just be giving him this moment, maybe they realized too that there is no winning this one.

Phil's cries of pain have died down just a little bit, although that is more likely because of his throat giving in and his mind not being able to handle this, rather than anything else. He is now just sobbing, still crying out silently and struggling far from enough. Some of the garbling noises he makes are in the language of the birds, others are pleas to stop over and over again.

Techno is almost at the end of this wing. He hates it, he hates it, he hates it. It is sickening, his hands are drowning in blood, that's nothing new but this blood is Phil's. These cries are his friend's. He can't stop, he can't let Phil die.

His hands are steady now, they have to be, if they were shaking as badly as before that would only increase Phil's pain.

The last bit of the bone snaps on its own and again Phil's screams echo mercilessly off the walls into his ears, filling his mind and drowning Technoblade in a guilt that he hasn't felt for a very long time.

He moves the blade one more time and cleanly snaps the remaining skin, flesh and nerves.

Techno's eyes are now filled with tears as well as they meet Joker's this time. The second jester smirks, "one more to go."

Techno wants to tear her apart, see her blood dye the tiles red instead. He doesn't say any of that, he just turns around again.

As he does that he feels Philza hand grab his arm tightly, "please- Techno- Just. Just let them kill me. Just make it stop. Please-"

Technoblade freezes, "I can't." He manages to say, his words so soft they are barely whispers.

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a thief caretaker who breaks into rich whumper's house looking for valuables but finds a tortured captive whumpee instead???????

possibly the most valuable treasure of all perhaps???

accidental caretaker. very nice. yes yes yes 😌

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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

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*repeatedly presses the coke option with rapidly growing amounts of aggression.*

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"they don't care about your silly little fate"

Fandom: pokemon (masters ex to be more specific.)

Used prompt: "they don't care about you" (duh)

It isn't really brought up though but Lumen is my player character and she is a child whumper. Nobody thinks she would ever do anything bad, after all she is such a nice girl, and she uses that to her advantage to manipulate people.

Lumen circled around Lance like a predator, a wicked grin seemed to be permanently glued upon her features. The knife in her left hand dragged awkwardly over his exposed skin, not yet cutting but still reminding him of the ever so present threat.

The young girl hummed softly, "do you think they'll ever find your body if I'd kill you?" She stopped moving and stood behind his back, the champion tensed but against his instincts did not turn around.

He almost managed to sound calm as he answered, "Eventually they will," he was silent for a moment before mumbling, "but it'll be far too late for me."

"That's what I thought," She leaned against his shoulder nonchalantly and he couldn't help but let a soft grunt of pain escape because she put pressure on one of the too many dark bruises tainting his pale body. "Be quiet," she snarled before continuing on that same menacing soft tone as before, "they can't help you. I mean nobody even cares about your silly little fate."

A bit of anger settled in his chest and he clenched his firsts, it was all her fault. His friends did care, they just didn't believe him because Lumen was such a convincing liar. She was a manipulative child that spun every single situation to her advantage until Lance had nobody left who really trusted him. It made so much sense that nobody believed him, if somebody told him about what this child did he wouldn't believe it either. He would be way more likely to believe that he, the adult, hurt her even though that couldn't be less true.

Yet, despite the fact that it made total sense that none of the other champions or any of his other friends believed him when he tried telling them, despite that it still hurt. He was tortured and they- they just said he shouldn't make things like that up as an excuse and that 'there might not be any proof now but I am keeping my eyes on you'

'no, a thirteen year old would never carry a knife and a gun, and kidnap people.' he thought bitterly as Lumen continued slowly circling around him.

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Reluctant lil'bird

My little oc having issues. Also yay, whumptober!

Fandoms: oc + kinda implied dsmp in the second part, as in not saying names but still (also mentioned Genshin and mentioned greek mythology but that doesn't count)

Used prompt: alt. Reluctant whumper (don't mind me... had no inspiration and didn't like today's prompts that much)

On some days when Blue Bird is in a philosophical, or particularly depressing, mood, she wonders if Blue Bird isn't just a combination of individuals. She wonders if she is really the same person that is friends with so many wonderful people. She wonders if Blue Bird, friend of Athena and Odysseus, is the same person as Lady Bird, Cassandra's protector, is the same girl that had a childhood with the Fatui in the cold lands far away, is that child also the one robbed from a life in the light she craved?

On days that she accompanies Joker, on days that her hands are drenched in blood, or when she is sitting there smiling widely watching another's suffering with glee in her eyes, on those days she wonders it the most. Yet every time pleading eyes look up to her she hesitates. She always wonders if she should still be here, if she shouldn't leave joker and never come back. She wonders if she should help this person escape, she certainly could. Sometimes she does, sometimes she does extend her hand and offer safety and guidance, and sometimes she doesn't. Sometimes she taunts and kicks and smiles relentlessly towards yet another helpless victim.

"I am going to sleep too. Don't play with our toys and don't stay up too late, alright?" Joker yawns ready to follow Courtly into their bedroom. Blue bird nods, "yeah yeah, whatever." She rolls her eyes and smirks. Joker takes that as enough of an answer as she disappears into the doorframe with another yawn.

As soon as she's left Bird glances at her friend's newest victims. So much blood. There are three of them, one that was already quite broken before Joker picked him up, it wasn't hard to guess why, not with red that already stained his lime clothing and cracked mask. He avoids her eyes as she looks at him. She scans the other two, the pig, the one that keeps self sacrificing, glares back intensely. The one that had such pretty wings, such a shame that Joker decided to take them, seems to be on the verge of passing out.

Blue Bird looks around at all the blood, at the people chained to the wall, and sighs. She is such a softie. She walks towards the pigman and only stops right in front of him, her eyes scan his frame carefully, he looks horrible. Starved and injured, most likely very traumatized too. Just like every single one of the jesters' playthings. He doesn't do much but glare so Blue Bird makes a decision on her own.

She kneels down and smiles at him. Not her twisted Cheshire cat smile, it might even be something more genuine. "Wanna annoy Joker and escape to another world?"

He actually frowns at that. It is probably the other world part that confuses him. "You can get us out of here?" His voice is raspy and soft, way too broken. But Blue Bird is a master at keeping up appearances and her smile doesn't fall as she nods.

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So..

Random question.

Anyone who sees this wanna talk? About whump, or oc's or both or neither.

Eh I think that if anyone finds this but like two years later (happened to me once) the offer is still open (cause I was too scared to ask years later)

If ya wanna then idk comment or sent me a dm both are fine.

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F is for four (alphabet whump part... 6)

I am way too lazy to count. This is an oc one because I spent multiple days only at trying to figure out a character I was interested in. But for the record, experiment four did exist before this challenge and that is a rule I have for doing oc's.

Quick note: this experiment is weak/hurt by gold.

Experiment Four cries in pain as I finish tying it up with the golden chains and bars. Its skin is already starting to look red and irritated at places where the two touch. I pay it no mind. I force it's body in between the horizontal bars and it whimpers, "uhhah..aah-" it's scream is interrupted as I grab it's mouth and insert the also golden gag. The item is intended to keep its mouth open so we can check if anything changes and if it's teeth also react to contact with gold. It seems the answer is yes as the experiment utters some vague cries. Saliva drips out of its mouth and tears out of its eyes. It's body is writhing in pain and sobs fill the air.

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E is for Emilia (alphabet whump part...5 right?)

So just to confirm e is the fifth letter of the alphabet right? Hehe. I figured it out. It is!

I havent been in this this fandom for forever nor have I watched Kipo anytime within ages. But hey. I get random idea. I write random idea.

A sob escapes her throat, she hates all of this.

Emilia feels lonely very often nowadays. Of course she isn't really ever alone, Fun Gus was everywhere in the old base. But she wished she was alone, she would prefer being alone over the torture he inflicted on her every day with his 'games'. The worst part is that the orange fungus doesn't even do it on purpose, Emilia clenches her fist, the stupid mutant is just a child but somehow even stupider. The orange creature would force her to play hide and seek, throwing her around when he succeeds in finding her. Almost like in affirmation her left shoulder sends a twinge of pain through her whole body. A few, she thinks three, days ago Gus threw her into a wall and her shoulder had cracked. Emilia wasn't stupid and she studied medicine for a while before focusing on evolution instead, there was around zero chance her shoulder would heal back correctly in these circumstances. If she didn't die from the lack of actual food first. Fun Gus had started feeding her parts of him. It was incredibly gross and Emilia preferred to not think about it at all because otherwise she might throw up. Yet this weird food was the only thing keeping her from starving to death. Although it didn't mean she didn't feel hungry, or exhausted. She starts to regret attacking Kipo instead of accepting her offer to work towards 'redemption'. Maybe she could've convinced Kipo to see the danger eventually. She could've been anywhere but here.

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D is for Diantha (part four of my alphabet whump)

Not really happy with this one to be honest. ... Meh. Just meh.

Diantha is a mess. She is hanging in the contraption that Courtly and Joker placed her in and tears fill her eyes. The tears are absorbed by the blindfold immediately. Spit is dripping out of her mouth since the gag forces her mouth to be open. Barbed wire is wrapped around her arms to force them behind her back and as far up as they could, tied to one of the top corners of the frame of a metal cube she is tied up in. The collar around her neck is tied to the lowest bar so Diantha is stuck in a constant kneeling position with her ass up and her arms hurting from the strain put onto them. Her legs are tied up too. The barbed wire digs into them and binds her knees to the underside of the frame but her ankles and feet to the upper frame. It is uncomfortable and it hurts but it doesn't hurt as much as the other things the jesters did to make it worse.

A sob escapes her chest, it is unbearable here. Yet she is stuck.

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C is for Cyno (alphabet whump part 3)

*evil laughter*

"Go ahead, do it. Be a good boy and protect your friends." Joker says with a sadistic smile.

Cyno clenches his fist. He has to follow the jester's demands, for collei, for tighnari. Both of them are silent, collei's face is frozen in a panic and tighnari is still gagged.

One day Cyno will bring these criminals to justice, but that day isn't today. He drops onto his knees and stares at the floor, cheeks burning from embarrassment as he does what Joker asked. He starts carefully licking her boots clean. He almost throws up in disgust but continues regardless.

He hesitantly looks up after he's done. "What now," he snarls. Joker's little smile is infuriating as she answers, "now you better beg me to not off your friends right now. And have a bit more … respect for your new master"

Cyno freezes and in the background he hears Collei's panicked gasps for air as she struggles to escape the ropes that bind her. He lowers his head again and mumbles, "please…" Cyno feels disgusted but he doesn't let it show, "please I beg you, master, don't hurt them." Joker shrugs, "fine. I won't," then with a sadistic smile, "what do you say then?"

"Thank you." His voice is on the edge of a snarl but Joker allows it.

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A whump request if u feel like it: xiao from genshin impact x hypothermia?? (& comfort character of ur choice) ✨

Oooh I always love whumping the shortie. I took a bit of freedom in this and added an oc (mentioned another one too, so technically two.)

Here you have it!

Xiao couldn't move even though he desperately tried. He struggled against the bindings keeping him here, but his attempts were weak and bore no fruit. The ice cold water engulfing him was a torture in itself. Together with the constant struggle of not gasping for nonexistent air it was agony.

A bit of his blood leaked out of the open wounds that were left behind. The dark blood made a few little darker spots in the nightly dark water at the bottom of the lake. Barbed wire dug into his arms.

He barely remembers how he even got here, tied up to the ground in this freezing cold place. It had something to do with a jester didn't it? His eyes slowly closed. He could just surrender to this freezing feeling. Adepti were more durable than mortals by far, but at some point he would just die, right? Why extend the time here. Something told him he shouldn't, he couldn't, but he didn't know what. It couldn't be that important. He gave up this losing battle without further thoughts. Gasping for air and choking on the water instead. There was no satisfaction of air finally filling his lungs. Just a drowned out sob as he struggled and resisted the bindings again.

A small figure came closer, swimming towards him. He knew her right? She was important.

Blue Bird swam down the water. Her body was telling her this was a bad idea, very loudly. She didn't really care, the only thing in her head was intense worry. Besides losing her friend nothing really bad could happen. As she reached Xiao she took in the situation in a fraction of a second and then she summoned her polearm. With an as fluid as possible motion she cut through the barbed wire Joker had used to bind Xiao to a few rocks here in the depth. She pulled his body close to her with one arm, hoping that her body warmth might help him a bit. Then she starts swimming up again, towards the light, towards where she knows Venti is.

As she breaks through the surface she realizes how much she actually needs air. Close against her she feels Xiao gasping for air too, still choking on some water.

Venti, who she insisted needed to stay up here, takes Xiao from her, out of the water. His expression is filled with worry as he starts running towards their camp, Xiao in his arms.

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If you're still taking whump prompts, could you do some whump for Claire from Trollhunters, please❔ Please don't do brain/skull damage, but other than that I hope you have fun!

Ofc. I am sorry it's not that long but I hope it is something interesting. I did memory loss because I think it's an interesting concept to have characters remember little bits or feelings after the whole movie timeline reset thing.

I know I talked enough by now but I just wanted to add that I love your work and that totally coincidentally your fanfics were some of the first ones I've read.

Welp, one-shot below the cut ig.

When Claire woke up from the blaring of her alarm the sun was shining brightly through her curtains. For a second she felt confusion, this wasn't where she was supposed to be, right? She should.. she should be .. She shook her head, no she was in her room. She sat up, this was exactly the place she went to bed last night. And the night before that, and before that. She dreamed something weird didn't she? She vaguely remembers flashes of light, danger, and voices, muffled in a way that prevented her from ever hearing what they said. Yet she felt so sad, like something that she held dear has been lost forever.

With a sigh she shook her head again and turned her alarm, that had been happily beeping in the background all this time, off and yawned. All the foreign feelings slowly slipping away. Everything was fine, she just had a weird dream. Now she should go and prepare herself for school, she didn't want to be late and already wasted a few minutes on this.

During the whole day she kept feeling emotions that made no sense at random moments. When she saw Jim and Toby walking through the hallway, when she biked to school. Even during some classes something felt thoroughly wrong. When she was biking home she unconsciously hummed a song she didn't recognise but she also knew with complete certainty that she didn't make it up.

That night she had weird dreams again and woke up with tears in her eyes.

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So I am currently pretty bored... Anyone has any whump requests? If anyone reads this you can request a character from the fandoms below the cut. I prefer to pick a prompt as well but if you add one I'll consider it.

Fandoms:

Undertale

Genshin impact

Tales of Arcadia (only a few specific characters though.)

Pokemon

Eh... Idk I have more but those are very specific characters.

Some ancient mythologies

Nameless whump characters (like Whumpee, that shit)