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AI-less Whumptober '24 - Day 23

Thanks, @ailesswhumptober!

Fever, passing out, “Hey?! Stay with me, okay?!”

Glen passes out unexpectedly!

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Sam's premonitions get an upgrade from dreams to painful waking visions.

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I don’t think I ever mentioned, but making gifs and whump lists helps a lot with my anxiety (plus I really love doing them), and at a particular bad day an ideia came to life: WhumpTrope wiki! I know that probably something like this might already exist (something like the amazing Whumpapedia Wiki, but it would be more organized by tropes, with plot descriptions of the whump moments), but like I said, working on stuff like this really helps me. 

And maybe it’s one of those things that never actually leave the excel sheet, maybe not. I just wanted to share it, in case someone finds it interesting (I’m having lots of fun hashaha)

Here are some of the tropes I have so far:

I can take it all! - A self-sacrifing whumpee is not made just from jumping in front of a bullet or staying behind to press the kaboon button. Sure, we love those. But what about the whumpee accepting the pain and hurt for the sake of others? "Take me instead" is a subtrope of this. Or the one who put themselves in danger, without friends knowing, so these don't have to? So many possible scenarios, so much lack of self-preservation!

I’m not poisoned, you’re poisoned -  Whumpee doesn't reveal or doesn't admit that they were poisoned (or suffering with its effects), and keeps moving foward. Maybe the situation even asks for that, but they can't fake forever. Subtrope for "poisons and drugs"

You broke my heart -  Whumpee is betrayed by someone close, someone important, and it hurts. Emotionally, physically, through flashbacks, it doesn't matter. It hurts.

On the run - Ah, don't you love the feeling of the whumpee running for their life? The fear, worry, angst, and all the possible wounds the road can bring? It doesn't matter if it's for a single episode or a whole season, run, whumpee, run!

Pleading - "Just stay awake", "Talk to me", "Please don't leave me", "Just keep breathing/hang on". If someone is pleading, another is badly hurt. It could end with the character's death, or they might just recover after this (hopefully to get whumped later again)

What a blast! - Explosions on fiction rarely kills. Instead, we are  given a whumpee with a concussion, temporary blindness, trapped in rumbles, or the least whumpy of it all: some scratches and a sooty face. Fortunately there's many other possibilities and subtropes to all whumpy tastes.

Till I bled - The character is so worried, so afraid, of the fate of loved ones, that keeps punching a wall, digging, or any other variant, till their hands are covered in blood. Burned hands also work. Or maybe they do it just to feel the pain. Could be related to "bloody hands" or "self-harm"

Just a drop - The emotion is there, and it's the perfect moment to let it all out. But all we can see is a single tear, coming down beautifully through the whumpee's face. They are putting a brave facade? It's a tear of sorrow or frustration? We'd just wish they would openly cry already

Helping hand - When a loved one (who can very well be another whumpee) is hanging by a thread, at a cliff, bridge, building,... and the character desperaly tries to hold, to save them. They could be exhausted,  they could be hurt, they could manage or not to save the loved one. Oh, the angst!

Sadness and sorrow - Just imagine: the whumpee alone somewhere, maybe too sad or ashamed to face anyone, maybe he doesn't have anyone to go to (or feels like it doesn't) and is really lonely. You can almost hear the sad soundtrack. 

Supernatural conexion - Whumpee has a supernatural/magical conexion with something or someone, which causes them pain. Could be related to "mind control"

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Mulder is shot by the "paramedic" in the fake ambulance abducting Scully. Skinner and the Lone Gunmen help him when he wakes up in the hospital.

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Toby is assaulted by his telepathic powers (coming from a car crash nearby), and his reaction worries Oz.

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Trying to protect people from a leaking canister of nerve gas, Mac locks himself in with it and attempts to filter it safely.

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Sam is on his own when another vision hits him. He follows its clues as best he can, then details everything to Dean and their father - who hadn't yet known about his son's psychic powers.

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Jordan and Peter find Kyle unconscious, covered in blood from a head wound.

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10K is still dealing with the aftermath of losing his hand, experiencing phantom pain and infection.

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@whumpcember '24 - Dec. 7 Prompt: Kidnapped

Preview:

Jack’s knees bent with relief. “Oh, it’s good to hear your voice.” He snapped his fingers to get everyone else’s attention. Riley and Bozer’s heads snapped up, and Matty crossed the room to stand beside Jack as he spoke. “Mac, are you okay? You safe?” he asked, and turned on the speakerphone.

“Yeah, I’m alright.”

The room visibly relaxed, but Jack repeated, “Are you safe?”

“I should be. Murdoc’s not stupid enough to come after me in public.”

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thanks again, @whumpcember! Enjoying the event a lot.

WHUMPCEMBER '24 - Dec. 3 Prompt: begging

COSMIC SERVICE INTERNSHIP - AEGIS ASSIGNMENT YEAR 1, MONTH 10, WEEK 3

“I don't think I’m being unreasonable." Tabby inspected the camp’s camouflage a third time as she ranted. "I'm doing more than my fair share.”

“I’m the one who figured out how many packs there were. I’m the one who sketched out a schedule of which packs led patrols where, and how often.” She adjusted a mossy rock. “I also did the math to figure out how long we’d need to go and call for a ride, and when there was a decent opening to do it.”

"I’m the one going into warring woofle territory by myself," Tabby carried on, checking that no animals had started making nests in the camp perimeter.

“Do you know what it means –“ She peered into a crevice. “- to move around and make a bunch of noise –“ She tossed a pinecone by their entrance. “- in a place where animals can only track echoes of sight and sound?”

Tabby discovered a hopeful web stretching between two twigs. She adjusted a leaf to hide it from view. “No, you don’t listen when I tell you things, so you don’t know what that means. But the long and short is: you’re an asshole.”

Tabby turned and crouched beside Brando. “I’m sticking my neck out for you,” she said. “The least you can do is wake up.”

Brando didn’t, so Tabby covered him with lichen. “Fine,” she said. “Compromise: please, don’t wake up and get yourself killed before I'm back."

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Whumpuary 2025 - January 21

bruises | "who are you?" | immortality

Cheers, @whumpuary! Thanks for organizing such a great event. You're appreciated!

SURPRISE PART 2 FROM A STORY I LEFT ON A CLIFFHANGER LIKE 4 YEARS AGO WHAAAAAT

Brando's veins were frozen with horror. “Please tell me you’re joking,” he said.

Glen’s brow furrowed. “Joking?”

Brando swung around to face Tabby. “I can’t believe we didn’t fucking ask if he knew his name.” He turned back to Glen, whose eyes were widening with rapidly increasing panic. “Who are you? What’s your name? Your full name?” he asked.

“It’s –“ Glen stopped. “I don’t…” His face paled. “I don’t remember.”

Brando swore and looked to Tabby. “Who are we?” Tabby asked.

“You’re – you’re Tabby. And Brando.” Glen looked between them. “What’s happening?”

“Are we sure he doesn’t have any head injuries?” Tabby asked Brando.

“Positive,” Brando said. “No blood, no bumps.”

A single note chirped in Tabby’s head. By the looks on Brando and Glen’s faces, they’d heard it, too. All three of them tapped their sternums and opened the comm line.

“Aegis to DiHonos, Nic’hel, and Ptahfi.”

“Blare!” Tabby gasped.

“Tabby? Aries above, are you guys alright?” They heard her shout away from the comm. “Slipper! We have contact!”

“We’re all alive and awake,” Brando answered. “But we have a problem. We need Slipper, now.”

“Talk to me,” Blare said. “What’s going on?”

“We’re not sure.” Tabby glanced at Glen. “Glen was knocked out. He's up now, but his memory is screwy."

Slipper’s voice came over the comm. “I'm listening. Describe the screw.”

"He doesn't remember his name," Brando said. "He recognizes Tabby and me, and he remembers evacuating the city for the storm. But he doesn't remember coming down to the basement, or how he wound up on the floor."

"He doesn't have a head injury," Tabby put in. "We checked. But he says his head feels 'full'."

The physician was silent a moment, and then said, “Glen, are you listening?”

Glen winced. “Yes."

“What's the current year?”

“627 CT,” Glen replied.

Slipper asked, “What year were you born?”

Glen went to answer, but caught himself mid-breath. He hesitated. “…I don’t know,” he admitted.

Slipper didn't comment on the response. Instead, he asked, “What planet is the home base of the Cosmic Service?”

“It doesn't have one," Glen said. "It's a lunar organization.”

“What is the name of your home planet?”

“…I can’t remember.”

“Seems the primary memories affected are autobiographical,” Slipper remarked.

“Are there any clues leading to what knocked him out?” Blare asked.

“Not really,” Tabby said.

Glen coughed into his fist. His nose wrinkled. “Do you – do you smell that?” he asked.

Brando and Tabby exchanged glances. “All I smell is dust,” Brando offered.

“What do you smell?” Tabby asked.

Glen’s brow knit. “It’s like…flowers. But really, really strong, sweet flowers.” He coughed into his elbow again, then gagged. “Ugh. You don’t smell that?”

“Slipper, should we be worried about this?” Brando asked.

“There can be olfactory auras before migraines.”

“Do you get migraines?” Tabby asked Glen.

Glen opened his mouth to answer, but then he frowned. “I…I’m not sure,” he admitted. “I don’t remember.”

“You do,” Slipper offered.

Glen raised his knuckles to his lips and furrowed his brow.

“So, we could have a migraine on our hands in a little bit,” Brando said. “Good to know. But what about what we’re already dealing with – what’s messing with his memories?”

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@whumpcember '24 - Dec. 12

Prompt: "I have nowhere else to go"

COSMIC SERVICE INTERNSHIP - AEGIS

Blare had worked her ass off to get where she was. Being at the helm of Aegis was an honor and a joy. But sometimes, it sucked.

She watched four blips on the radar move achingly slow across the map. Her crew was on the planet below, navigating an icy wasteland, and she couldn’t get to them. She couldn’t clear a path for them. All she could do was urge them on and keep them updated from her safe position in orbit.

“This route isn’t going to work,” she said over comms.

“We’ve already gone in the crevice,” Slipper pointed out. “We would have to leave to pick another path.”

“What are you seeing, Blare?” Glen added.

“Updrafts are surging faster than we thought,” Blare said. “Hail is coming down hard.”

“Yes, thank you,” Tabby snarked in reply. “We hadn’t noticed.”

Brando’s voice cut in suddenly. “Fuck in a void!”

Tabby huffed. “Brando, that’s why you’re supposed to wear goggles!”

“Guys, I can’t pick you out of there with a tractor beam and I think an avalanche is imminent,” Blare insisted. “You need to get out of there.”

“And go where?” Brando demanded. “There’s nowhere else to go!”

“Would you stop fucking shouting? She just said there’s an avalanche on the way.”

“Blare, can you –“

And that’s when the comms cut out.

“Oh, no. No, damn it, no.” Blare tried to reestablish connection. She called each of her crewmates individually, and tried Aegis’s comm. But she couldn’t reach them.

Four blips on the radar stopped moving. Blare couldn’t get to her crew. She couldn’t know if they’d stopped for shelter or if they’d been caught in a disaster.

Being at the helm of Aegis was an honor. But sometimes, Blare thought helplessly, it sucked.

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@whumpcember '24 - Dec. 11

Prompt: motion sickness (alternative prompt 7)

COSMIC SERVICE INTERNSHIP - AEGIS ASSIGNMENT YEAR 1, MONTH 7, WEEK 1 A little over half a year into their assignment, Aegis's crew is aware of Glen's atmospheric hypersensitivity (AHS). That doesn't mean it isn't frightening to find your crewmate immobile on the floor.

Glen’s knees hit the ground, and he fell forward onto his palms. He tried to breathe through the wave of dizziness, but the vertigo pulled him in like a riptide, and he couldn’t swim to shore.

Glen heaved deep breaths. His eyes were wide open, staring blankly at his hands on the ground.

He didn’t know how long he was planted there. It felt like an eon, but it could have been minutes, or even moments. But the next thing Glen knew, he heard a gasp.

“Hey, hey – are you okay?”

Hands on Glen’s shoulders guided him to kneeling position. He blinked away the darkness until he could see Brando’s face.

“Can you hear me?” Brando demanded.

Glen tested his tongue, but his voice sounded far away. “Yeah…”

“What happened?”

Glen struggled to find the most succinct way to put it. “Nothing. I’m dizzy.”

Luckily, Brando was quick to understand. “The atmosphere thing? Your – what was it, hypersensitivity?” Glen hummed confirmation. “Okay – okay, I’ll get you to Slipper.”

Brando tapped his chest. “DiHonos to Hecatezen,” he said. Then, as he waited for a reply, he threw one of Glen’s arms over his shoulder. “DiHonos to Hecatezen,” he said again. “Yeah, hey, meet me in the Med Bay. Glen’s atmospheric thing is acting up.”

Brando stood, bringing Glen with him. Glen was a dead weight on Brando’s shoulder. “Sorry,” he murmured.

“It’s okay,” Brando said, readjusting. “I’ve got it.” He dragged Glen to the elevator and kept him upright on the ride down.

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@whumpcember '24 - Dec. 8 Prompt: lies (alternate prompt 4)

COSMIC SERVICE INTERNSHIP – AEGIS

The crew aboard Aegis shared nearly everything – a living space, a duty, their passions. They shared trust in each other. But even in trust, they maintain privacy.

And that meant that some of them would lie.

Tabby was lying about her tattoos. Specifically, the flower on her collarbone. She told Brando it was the first one she’d gotten, which he believed. She told him it came from when she was being stupid, which sounded right. But she told him that it had no meaning, and that she didn’t even know the name of the flower. Brando didn’t buy that for a second.

Blare wouldn’t speak candidly when telepathy was a topic. The way she stood with stiff posture, spoke in a short, clinical words, made her seem unchanged from how she behaved at the start of their assignment. Blare wouldn’t let anyone challenge her. The crew wasn’t even sure that she knew she was doing it.

Blare knew that Glen was hiding something, but she couldn’t tell what. When they swapped stories, there were occasions where she saw panic blink across her friend’s expression. But it was always gone as fast as it came, and Blare couldn’t find any connecting theme that triggered it. Glen never mentioned it, and Blare was hesitant to pry – but Glen was definitely hiding something.

Slipper spent his homeworld life in solitude, and he still didn’t fully understand the idea of benefiting from a lie – but it didn’t stop him from living a few of his own.

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cheers, @whumpcember! thank you for organizing your awesome event.

WHUMPCEMBER '24 - Dec 1 Prompt: broken bones

Preview

Sam took in his stiff posture, the way he winced with every careful movement, and her brow creased with concern. “I think you’re more than bruised,” she said. “You probably broke a couple ribs.”

“Yeeeah,” Daniel wheezed, shutting his eyes. “I think you’re right.”