#like. forcing whumpee in a car or a train or a plane

[writinglittlepains]

transportation whump is underrated

[whumpgifathon]

Hello! And welcome to my brand new whump gifmaking challenge! I'm your host @aceofwhump and I'm excited to bring a whump challenge specifically created with gifmakers and visual artists in mind.

The challenge begins August 1, 2024!

Rules:

All gifs posted must be made by you. Do not just post gifs using the gif keyboard and claim them as yours and do not repost other people’s gifs. No AI-generated content please.

Various mediums are welcome! So long as the visual art aspect is the focus you can make whatever you want. Yes this is primarily a gifmaking challenge so everything is geared towards that but any visual art is welcome. If you draw, make moodboards, edits, videos, etc you’re welcome to participate!

You can use the prompts however you like. There is no wrong way to use a prompt. Feel free to interpret them however you wish. If you think it counts as whump? It's whump! Make it! Angst, comfort, emotional whump, small things, big things, it all counts so no need to over think it.

Tag all potential triggers (things like emeto, gore, nsfw, blood, eye whump, rape/noncon, etc.) When in doubt, tag it.

Tags to use when posting so I can find your ppst: #whumpedit, #whumpgifathon, #whump gifs

Please try to include the show/movie title, character names, and episode number (if applicable) somewhere either in your tags or in the post caption. This way anyone interested in watching it can find it easily.

An example of a way you can caption your gifsets:

@whumpgifathon | Day #: "prompt description" Show/Movie title, episode number, character name

And here's the prompt list!!! I hope you guys like it and find it inspiring but not overly challenging!

Remember that this is a relaxed event!!! I just want to offer my fellow visual artists some inspiring prompts and an opportunity to have some fun. So sit back, relax, and have fun!

Text version below:

Whump Gifathon - August 2024 Prompt List

Day 1: Space Oxygen Deprivation | Time Loop | Experiment

Day 2: Feeling Sick Fever | Infection | Delirium

Day 3: Environmental Earthquake | Storm | Hypothermia

Day 4: Captivity Chains | Caged | Rescue

Day 5: Water Shipwrecked | Drowning | Waterboarding

Day 6: Skills Try out a new technique you haven’t tried before using your favorite whump trope as inspiration!

Day 7: Emotional Crying | Panic Attack| Fear

Day 8: Hospital Ambulance | Intubation | Waking Up Disoriented

Day 9: Battlefield Explosion | Gunfire | Field Medicine

Day 10: Temporary Effects Blinded | Amnesia | Poisoned

Day 11: Recovery Sling | Pain | Seeking Support

Day 12: We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes Straight Jacket | Forced Injection | Hallucinations

Day 13: Aesthetic Highlight your favorite whump aesthetic

Day 14: Sleeping Nightmares | Exhaustion | Passing Out

Day 15: Trapped Impaled | Buried Alive | Locked Inside

Day 16: Western Cauterized | Bitten | Hanged

Day 17: Comfort Hugging | Blankets | Gentle Touch

Day 18: Broken Broken Bones | Emotional Breakdown | Broken Spirit

Day 19: Relationships What is your favorite type of whumpee/caretaker relationship? Platonic? Romantic? Familial? Show me!

Day 20: Blood Bloody Hands | Bleeding Out | Covered in Blood

Day 21: Fantastical Nonhuman | Resurrection | Magical Healing

Day 22: A Knock to the Head Headache | Knocked Out | Bloody face

Day 23: Travel Gone Wrong Car Accident | Plane Crash | Train Delrailment

Day 24: Magic Magical Exhaustion | Cursed | Possession

Day 25: Period Drama Pick a time period of your choice and highlight the whump!

Day 26: Everything Hurts and I’m Dying Grief | Resuscitation | Presumed Dead

Day 27: Superheroes Overused Powers | Powers with a Side Effect | Villain

Day 28: Torture Beaten| Flogging | Choked

Day 29: Restrained Zipties| Rope Leash | Medical Restraints

Day 30: First Aid Ice Pack | Stitches | Bandages

Day 31: Colors Highlight a specific color in your art

Alternate Prompts:

"Stay With Me" Begging Heat Exhaustion Bedside Vigil Self Surgery Taser Scar Reveal Collapsing Protective Electrocution

[gremlinwithapen]

Augusnippets Day #6: Plane Mech Crash

tw: descriptions similar to a car crash, trapped whumpee

Val whooped as Catalyst hurtled over the grassy fields, its limbs moving in sync with hers. She could feel her whole body thrumming with power as her mech shot forwards, clumps of grass and dirt going flying out from underneath its claws.

"Slow down, Val! You trying to make the rest of us look bad?" A deep voice chuckled in her ear as Zephyr dipped down to soar alongside her, its visor seeming to glow with the same mirth she knew its pilot possessed.

"It's not my fault that y'all are too lazy to keep up," she snorted, but she slowed down a little to let the rest of her cohort catch up. "It's just a quick training session, anyways. Let me run! I never get to really push my girl when we're doing official shit."

"I swear they gotta be giving you twice the amount of drugs the rest of us are hopped up on," Wren sighed as Zephyr's head gave a playful shake before soaring up again. "Gods only know what you'd be like without Cassie keeping you from going crazy."

There was a chorus of snickers and whistles over the line, the kind one would expect from a gaggle of academy students instead of one of the strongest cohort of pilots Empyrean had seen in years.

Val couldn't help but laugh along, in too much of a good mood to scold them. She used Catalyst's tail to motion for them to head in a certain direction, leading them through a series of movement drills to keep their skills sharp and make sure their mechs were running alright.

"Hey, Val," Wren's voice came in again while she watched Lupus and Bastion racing to track down and destroy holographic targets, "are you seeing this? There's something out there. Something big."

"Whaddya mean?" She asked him, turning her attention away from the competition and towards her radar display. "Nothing's popping up anywhere. Are you sure it isn't just your visor acting up?"

"No, there's definitely something. It can't tell what it is, but it's moving fast," he muttered as he took Zephyr up a little higher to get a better look. "It's getting closer. I think it might be... Oh, shit! You gotta get out of there! It's gonna-"

Val didn't hear the rest of whatever he was going to say as something slammed into her, tearing her breath away. Whatever it was seemed to drag her along until she slammed against the nearby cliff face.

Catalyst's metal body groaned, the outer layers crumpling ever so slightly underneath the sheer force. The protective layers surrounding the cockpit protected her from most of it, but she'd been thrown around by both impacts. Her body slumped into the harness, her vision blurring.

Voices were shouting for her over the radio, but they were broken up by waves of static. That same static felt like it was rattling around her skull as she felt her whole mech shudder.

A sickening sense of realization came over her as she watched the walls of the cockpit begin to bend and close in around her. There was nothing she could do, not with the way her head was pounding and Catalyst's limb's were pinned.

There was nothing she could do but wait.

And it terrified her.

@augusnippets

[yeenybeanies]

For the Tiny Whumpee prompts. 14. Fleeing for their life. Any one of your robot characters and their human(oid)

come get yer WHUMP

14. Fleeing for their life

transformers ( ocs ) | bask & erickson moore

1,284 words

some mild vorish themes and mentions, but nothing present or graphic

thanks for reading!!

Erickson ran. He ran faster than he'd ever run before––faster than he knew he could run. Adrenaline was a helluva thing, especially when he was running for his life. He sprinted over the dirt and the earth, ignoring how it clung to his soaked clothing.

He'd just been barfed up by a giant robot monitor lizard.

His boss had fed him to said giant robot monitor lizard, it had barfed him up after holding him for about an hour, and now he was running for his life.

"Wait!" A voice he'd never heard before called from behind him. Erickson dared to glance back over his shoulder, but he didn't see anything but––shit! The lizard was following him! Its red eyes stared him down. What looked like a forked tongue, just as red, flicked out from between its teeth-packed jaws.

Erickson did not wait. He pushed himself to run even faster. His lungs burned, and his muscles shrieked, but he was in survival mode.

"Please––wait!" The voice called again. Erickson didn't look. He took a sharp left, figuring that to be as good a direction as any in this unfamiliar landscape. Any direction that would get the lizard off of his trail was fine by him.

Unfortunately, it did not faze the lizard any. It followed after him, trotting, rapidly catching up. Erickson could feel his heart racing, pounding against his insides much like he'd been pounding against the lizard's.

"HELP!" He yelled hoarsely. Panic cracked his voice further, making his cry sound more like a desperate squeak.

"That's what I'm trying to do, if you'd just calm down a moment––!" The strange voice was right behind him, and so was the lizard. Erickson screamed, hands over his head, and tried to duck away from its jaws. It wasn't jaws that came for him, though: it was claws. He caught sight of the lizard's clawed hand at the last moment, just before it swept his legs out from under him. He fell forward with a shout, landing hard on his front. He dared not look up, not wanting to face whatever brutal death the lizard had in store for him.

"Are you quite finished?" Erickson tensed. Who the hell was speaking? Whoever they were, they sounded exasperated. He waited for another minute at least before peeked out from his curled-up position on the ground. Seeing the lizard looming over him, staring him down with those wicked eyes, understandably, did not bring him any sort of comfort. He yelped again and buried his head back into his arms.

"Doctor... Moore, was it?"

His name? The voice knew his name? Erickson peeked out from under his arms again.

"Who's there?" He asked, almost afraid to know the answer.

"Um... me?” The lizard tilted its head to the side, almost reminiscent of a puzzled dog. Its mouth didn’t move, but... the voice was definitely coming from it. “Yes, I can speak,” it said, as if sensing his confusion.

“You... you ate me!” Erickson blurted out, then immediately shrank back. His confidence had terrible timing when it came to standing up for himself. Shouting at a giant robot lizard that had already consumed him once was not the time.

The lizard, however, averted its gaze. It looked almost sheepish, if anything could be read on its face. “Er... yes. I apologize if I gave you a fright. You were never in any danger––not from me.” It sat down with a heavy thud and sighed. (Robot lizards could sigh?) “I chose not to reveal the extent of my intelligence to your people to protect myself, which turned out to be the correct course of action. If your organization––sorry, former organization––was willing to feed one of its own people to an unknown organism, I shudder to imagine what it would have done to me had it known that I am sapient.”

As the lizard spoke, Erickson slowly uncurled himself from the protective ball he’d formed. There was a lot going on. This being could speak. It (should he be calling it an “it”?) spoke with a clear intelligence, and showed emotion. It was alive. He’d suspected from the moment it was brought into his former organization’s facility that there was more to it than a mindless beast, but he hadn’t expected it to hold this much... humanity.

“Again, I apologize for startling you,” the lizard continued, “I also figured that, if you were being presented to me as something to consume, you were not on good standing with your organization, and it would be better for you if you were safely removed. Once I had you contained, I forced my way out of the enclosure and escaped.” It turned its head back to face Erickson. Being subjected to its gaze still sent chills down his spine, but he forced himself not to flinch away. “If I might ask: what prompted your former comrades to toss you into my enclosure?”

Erickson blinked and glanced down to his hands. He flexed his fingers, balling them into fists and easing them again. “I... was a whistleblower. Or I was planning to be one. Someone must have found out....”

“A... ‘whistleblower’?” The lizard settled down further onto its belly. Despite its distinctly robotic body, it moved with an uncanny fluidity and grace like that of an organic being.

“Um––I was going to snitch. I was going to report the unethical, illegal stuff that they were doing,” Erickson clarified. The lizard nodded in understanding. “Er... so, um, do you have a name? I mean––I assume you have a name....” 

The lizard perked up. “Ah! Yes, I am Bask of Altihex. I am a Cybertronian spacecraft engineer, though I, unfortunately, crash-landed on your planet.”

Cybertronian... Erickson’s jaw dropped. “You’re––wait, you’re Cybertronian?” Bask blinked, taken aback by his outburst. “You’re one of those transforming robots that turn into, like, cars and planes?” 

Bask couldn’t exactly frown, but he still somehow managed to relay the gesture. “No, I am not a vehicular Cybertronian. Cybertronians with beast modes, while uncommon, do exist.” 

Erickson was learning so much. While his fear and his discomfort with being eaten hadn’t left him just yet (as he was painfully aware that he was still covered in giant robot lizard stomach goo), his awe and curiosity were gradually taking over as the dominant feelings.

And then another feeling hit him like a train. Erickson’s blood ran cold. He smacked his hands to his head and stared down at the dirt caking his pants. “Oh my god. My family, my friends––everyone is going to think that I’m dead.”

How Bask managed to be so expressive without a human face was a mystery, but he clearly relayed a grimace. “Er... I suppose so. I’m afraid I hadn’t thought of that in the moment.”

“No, no, it’s not your fault. It’s just...” He dragged his hands down his face, only to immediately regret it. The goo and dirt were wholly unpleasant on his skin. “Eugh. And I still need to expose them. There was just... awful stuff happening in that building.”

Bask lowered his head to the ground to meet Erickson at eye level. While they were still intimidating, Erickson could now clearly see the intelligent liveliness in those red eyes. “If I can, I would like to help you. I feel like I owe it to you after giving you such a fright.” 

Of course. Erickson looked over Bask’s face, thinking. Of course! Bask was another witness. Bask had testimonials of the things done to him at the hands of the organization! (And Bask was currently his only way of getting anywhere in and out of this remote location.)

“You know what? I think you can help.”