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Just call my name, I'll be there in a hurry (You don't have to worry)
Rating: General Audiences Fandom: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Category: M/M Tags: Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Headaches & Migraines, Fluff, No Plot/Plotless, Vomiting, OOC maybe, Ficlet, i know i tagged this whump but its very light hurt, mostly comfort Summary: Xie Lian has a migraine. Hua Cheng gladly stays home to take care of him.
AI-less Whumptober 2024, Day 5: Overstimulation, migraines, “I can’t take this anymore.”
Danmeitober 2024, Day 5: Home
I will do this (maybe not every day sorry), with multiple fandoms, if it interests anyone, my AO3 user is AludraSlytherin
Prompts for AI-less Whumptober 2024
As promised, we're bringing you the official prompt list of AI-less Whumptober 2024 today!
We have 31 days of excellent whump prompts, with three prompts per day to pick from, fun themes, and 10 alt prompts to play around with. We hope you enjoy! Additional info + plain text versions of the prompts can be found under the cut.
FAQ and Rules
What sort of content can I create for this event?
You can create whatever you want (fic, art, edits, etc). Any fandom is allowed, as well as OC stuff. NSFW is allowed, but please tag your content accordingly! The only thing not allowed is AI-generated content.
Do I need to make 31 things to participate?
Oh heavens no! You can make as much or as little content as you like, skip days when desired, or combine prompts (so for example, write something that covers a prompt from day 1, 2, AND 3). You don't have to do the days in order either, go wild! To be considered a 'completionist', you only have to make sure that at the end of the month, you've covered 31 prompts from 31 different days, but whether you do that in 31 works or just 1 is up to you.
What are these alts about?
If none of the three prompts of a particular day are your cup of tea, you can swap them out for an alt prompt of your choice.
What are these themes about?
Just a little bit of extra fun for the mods. Like last year, we'll be handing out various badges for people participating in the event. A full list will be posted later (and linked here once that happens), but perhaps there will be a special badge or two for people who can't be completionists but who do manage to finish every single day of a specific theme ;)
How do I tag and is there an AO3 collection?
It suffices to tag your work with #AIlesswhumptober2024 for us to see and reblog it! Please also tag nsfw, since we'll be using that tag too. Tagging the day is optional but does help the mods along.
There will be an AO3 collection for the writers to share their works in, this will be made available once we're closer to October (and linked here once that happens).
That should be all. If you have any additional questions, check our pinned or hit us up in the ask box. Or join our discord maybe, whumping can be a great group activity!
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Plain text versions of the prompts:
October 1 - Torture Tuesday
public torture/public use, stress position, “If you cry, we’ll go easy on you.”
October 2 - Whumperless Wednesday
Unfortunate fall, car accident, “Don’t move. You’ll be okay.”
October 3 - Trauma Thursday
Shared trauma, survivor’s guilt, “It’s not your fault.”
October 4 - Fright/Freaky Friday
Painful transformation, non-consensual body modifications, “You’re a monster.”
October 5 - Sensory Saturday
Overstimulation, migraines, “I can’t take this anymore.”
October 6 - Surprise Sunday
Multiple whumpees, self sacrifice, “I’m the only one who can do this.”
October 7 - Medical Monday
Field medicine, running out of supplies, “Hold on, we’re going to have to improvise.”
October 8 - Torture Tuesday
Rope burns, gagged, “You’re so much prettier this way.”
October 9 - Whumperless Wednesday
Hypothermia, heatstroke, “You look pretty pale.”
October 10 - Trauma Thursday
Self worth issues, pushing away a loved one, “You don't need to earn this.”
October 11 - Fright/Freaky Friday
Hallucinations, truth serum, “Why would you even say that?”
October 12 - Sensory Saturday
Isolation, sensory deprivation, “Can you feel me? I’m right here, whumpee.”
October 13 - Surprise Sunday
Whumpee using themself as bait, defiance, “Take me instead.”
October 14 - Medical Monday
Seizures, concussion, “See if you can follow my finger with your eyes.”
October 15 - Torture Tuesday
Waterboarding, removing body parts, “Don’t break down on me yet.”
October 16 - Whumperless Wednesday
Drowning, hostile environment, “I don’t know how anybody could survive that.”
October 17 - Trauma Thursday
Abandonment, misunderstanding, “Why did I even think you cared?”
October 18 - Fright/Freaky Friday
Mind control, possession, “Everybody will end up despising you.”
October 19 - Sensory Saturday
Disassociation, losing a sense, “I wish I could get you back.”
October 20 - Surprise Sunday
Enemy/Stranger to caretaker, accidental de-aging, “I’m absolutely not qualified for this shit.”
October 21 - Medical Monday
Drugged, ambulance ride, “This will make you feel better, okay?”
October 22 - Torture Tuesday
Forced (to kneel/watch/hurt somebody else), whipped, “Do not look away.” October 23 - Whumperless Wednesday
Fever, passing out, “Hey?! Stay with me, okay?!”
October 24 - Trauma Thursday
Deconditioning, relapse, “It’s normal that you need more time.”
October 25 - Fright/Freaky Friday
Humiliation, betrayal, “How could you?!”
October 26 - Sensory Saturday
Electrocution, burning, “This is going to sting.”
October 27 - Surprise Sunday
Before vs after, Alternate universe, “Well, there’s a first for everything.”
October 28 - Medical Monday
Internal bleeding, needles and stitches, “I didn’t think the wound was that bad…”
October 29 - Torture Tuesday
Ownership, branding, “Everybody will know that you’re mine.”
October 30 - Whumperless Wednesday
Poison, delirium, “You’re not making sense.”
October 31 - Trauma Thursday
Panic attack, facing a phobia, “You need to get out of here!”
Alt prompts:
1) Pistol whipped
2) Co-dependency
3) Animal bite
4) Zombies
5) White room torture
6) Shock collar
7) Pulling teeth
8) Kidnapping
9) “You always make everything worse!”
10) “If you weren’t around, I’d be long dead by now...”
A separate, AI-less Whumptober event.
This could motivate me out of my despairing apathy to contribute something.
All About Us! -->asks are currently open<-- AI-less Whumptober 2024 Prompts
-->Our Discord<--
~Who are the Tumblr Mods?~ Mod Missy: She/They, Writer --will sign >Mod Missy when answering questions Mod Radio: They/It, Artist --will sign >Mod Radio when answering questions
Mod Shae: They/Them, Writer --will sign >Mod Shae when answering questions ~Some Frequently Asked Questions~
Q:Why did you make a separate Whumptober? A: We noticed the usual Whumptober has taken a strange stance in regards to AI, particularly a non-stance that doesn't seem to discourage AI usage in the way we and some others were hoping. This included saying AI had a place in writing as well as art, and saying defending against it was going down on an already burning hill. We disagree with this wholeheartedly. (read this for more info) Q:What is AI-less Whumptober? A: Well, it's basically Whumptober...But with a firm stance against AI content. AI-less Whumptober will essentially function the same, with a list of prompts every day for the month of October, with the difference being that we actively disavow AI content and discourage it strongly
Q: What's so bad about AI?
A: AI in itself is a theft. It works off of cannibalizing other people's works, often without permission, and it CANNOT be used without this theft. The argument that you can just train it on your own work is entirely false, as even then with the AI apps used it compares, contrasts, and includes work that is plagiarized and stolen from artists and writers alike. It is also downright terrible for the environment. AI IS NOT AN ACCESSIBILITY TOOL! Q: Okay, but is AI really that bad though? A: Yes, yes it is. here are some links. > the negative impacts of AI art on Artists >The Intellectual Property Problem
>AI in the publishing world: Are AI novels theft? >ChatGPT: The fight against AI Q: Do you have to post every single day? A: Nope! You can post any of the days you'd like. You can bounce around and do 10 different ones, or just 1, or all 31! If you're posting content you made under the hashtag #AIlesswhumptober2024, congratulations, you've participated in AI-less Whumptober! Q: Can I post NSFW? A: Absolutely! Just please keep everything under the read more, otherwise known as the cut. NSFW content will not be allowed in the Discord server. Q: Can I post OC content? A: Yes! AI-less Whumptober is a multi-fandom event that can include different fandoms or original content Q: Will your list of prompts be different from the regular Whumptober? A: Yes. The mods of AI-less Whumptober have come up with the 31 different prompts, as well as a few extras in case the theme of the day just isn't vibing with you! 3. How do I protect my work from AI?
Glaze is a great tool for protecting the art that you post, made by the awesome people at University of Chicago. As for writing, we're looking at finding solutions for this. We're open to suggestion! -->Our Discord<--
Not a scratch
Luisa's gift made her not only strong but durable. She could stand almost anything with little to no harm
Not everyone was so lucky
For @ailesswhumptober day 3: Survivor guilt
TW for Major character death
She was alive and they were not and Luisa wasn't sure if she would ever forgive herself.
Her gift had gave her a durability nobody else could posses. When anything, no matter how strong it was barely scratched her tough skin. She was the one able to windstand anything and don't feel a pinch of discomfort. And it wasn't a real secret for anyone including herself.
Nobody had predicted the rockslide, when the heavy mountains creaked, sending down a chill of shattered boulders. When the stone was crashing against her, never able to harm Luisa. She held her ground, trying to hold the disaster that was way more massive than her. Pushing Luisa until she had lost the stand, getting burried into the ruthless soil. Mug clung to her blouse, her fingers dug deeper, when she pushed herself out. She wasn't in pain, couldn't be.
She tried to hold it, to do what she was supposed to do. Even if her fingers were getting itchy from pressure, giant drops of sweat running down her face. She was this town's protector. She was supposed to stop destruction. All the pointless deaths thay had occured.
But it was too much and too fast. The weight was grasping out of her hands, jumping over her head.
She tried to hold back her raspy laboured breathing, staring at her sisters. The painful tears stung her eyes. She didn't care if it was childish, if she was supposed to be stronger. They fell over the brim, leaving Luisa's eyes red and swolled. She snivelled, trying to just breathe, but the lungs were filled with debris and dirt. Too tight to let circulation in.. Because she was alive, unharmed.
She did caughed a glimpse of vines for a bare second, palms growing just to be snapped by the unstoppable slide. At first almost relieved, they weren't holding anything back, but Luisa was grateful for the moral support. Until the other problem became prevalent. Isabela was nearby, and her plants only protected her so much until... until she became one of the victims who would never see the other day. Luisa knew her sister was reskless, why the hell hadn't she thrown her away, as far as possible where she would be safe?
And she didn't even know what happened with Mirabel. Assumingly, it was just 'bing in the wrong place in the wrong time'. Just a mere accident that left her breathless and stained with blood. Embroidery all torn apart.
Luisa was supposed to protect them, it was her job, her role. She was the family's protector. The one to ensure they all were safe. That's what her damn gift is for. To hold it all back until no danger was left. The fact was engraved in her memory for as long as Luisa could remember herself. Who the hell was she if she couldn't protect even her own sisters, people who she loved the most in the world. How could she claim she was 'protector' of anything if she didn't manage to save them.
She was unscratched. Of course, her strenght worked to save only herself. Not those she swore to protect. Luisa broke into chaotic sobbing, pulling the bodies into a bear-tight grip. Shaking as if they would suddenly come back to life. The fact of how physically okay she was only twisted her inside further. When she wanted to crush herself underneath a mountain, just so she wouldn't be doing this well
She was choking, unable to breathe between the sobs. The fact of her own breathing, the heart that was racing inside her brain only served as a digusting reminder. She was alive. She was fucking unharmed. It wasn't fair.
Luisa was supposed to protect her sisters, everyone. Prevent all the deaths that not were on her hands because she wasn't good enough. She had swore to defend her town until the last moment of her life. But she didn't manage to save anybody. There were dead casualties, even becides her siblings. And it all was because Luisa didn't manage to hold the rockslide back.
Guilt was gnawling onto her, eating the way inside her body like a bunch of disgusting worms in the apple. Because she was alive to live another day while Mirabel and Isabela were bound to spend the rest of the time in the cold graves deep underground. And it was too painful to imagine. That she would outage Isabela, hrow old while the pair stayed forever young.
She didn't care what the other would think if they see her breaking down as hard as this. She already must be very weak in their eyes, unable to do her goddamn role as protector. Her body trembled against the table, begging, asking her sisters to wake up just to be met with deafing silence. The stuff air that made it impossible to breathe. When the pain was trying to turn her inside out. The guilt pressed heavy just like those rocks buring her into the dust. Only that it actually managed to crash her this time. Weighting her body down with something heavier than the entire Encanto combined. Feeling like her ribs would crash, joints snap under the pressure. Leaving her in invisible agony that was impossible to deal with. She haven't done shit to prevent this from happening. Now, there was the pinch of coldness when her wet face fell into them, body too agonised to hold herself upright.
i never thought i'd be a delancey apologist but these fics are tugging at my heartstrings
ai-less whumptober; day four
@ailesswhumptober 4 — painful transformation, non-consensual body modifications, “You’re a monster.” ↳ the refuge, circa 1895 word count; 1.7k
cw; torture, branding, vomiting
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Snyder makes a lot of threats.
He's an angry guy. A fucking violent one. And he loves telling Oscar — and Morris, usually at the same time — exactly what the consequences for their actions will be this time. Or the next time. Whether their crime is another fight or stolen food or just Snyder himself waking up on the wrong side of the ceiling he presumably sleeps hanging upside-down from. He'll lean close and speak in a whisper that Oscar's gonna be spending the next two weeks in solitary with his ankle bound to the far wall, or holler at Morris that he's going to cane him bloody. And he's a real creative guy, too. Comes up with nigh absurd-sounding punishments to threaten, things to hiss in their ears or calmly state over his desk or promise will happen in the future if they don't straighten out, and those are usually the stupidest ones. He's threatened to keep Morris here forever, threatened to have Oscar sent out to a working prison, threatened to have them both marked so that everybody will always know that they're his, no matter how much time passes, no matter what happens - he made them. Their debt is to him.
Oscar should've known he'd never say anything he didn't mean. Should've known that there's nothing Snyder doesn't have the capacity to do.
He doesn't know exactly what he did to earn it on this particular day. Maybe it's just something Snyder decided on. But regardless, he's plucked from the bunk room on what seems to be an otherwise normal day in Hell, and brought into Snyder's office by a guard gripping his bicep hard.
Snyder's stood, rather than sat at his desk, and that's Oscar's first clue that something is wrong. Snyder likes to sit. He likes to meet his guests sat behind his masive desk of rich wood, leaned back in his fine leather chair. A reminder that they're on different levels, different sides of the world.
But today he's stood, tailbone leaned casually against the edge of his desk, one ankle crossed over the other. His jacket is off, leaving him in just his vest and shirt and tie, pressed sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows, bound there with silver garters. He's watching someone — one of the guards, Oscar recognises — stood at the lit fireplace at the side of the room. Oscar fights to lean to see what the man is doingm, and sees him leaned over the crackling flames, holding the end of a long metal rod within the mouth of the flames.
Oscar was raised on a farm. He recognises the branding iron immediately.
He assumes it's an empty threat.
"I didn't do anythin'," he says first of all, and Snyder's eyes turn to him in some show of only just realising he's there.
"Oscar," he says pleasantly. "Just the man I wanted to see."
"I didn't do anythin'," Oscar repeats. "I been good, ain't even fought this week, I been lookin' after Mo."
Snyder ignores him.
"You've recognised the tool. I should've known you'd catch on quickly. You're a farm boy, after all. A true Texas rancher." Oscar hates his fucking face, so smug, always enjoying it. "In which case, perhaps you can tell me —."
He pushes himself upright from leaning on his desk, and takes a few leisurely steps away from it, towards Oscar, arms clasped at his back, spine straight. He's tall. Oscar can see the strength in his arms now that they're bared like this, though he knows Snyder's strength intimately regardless, and as Snyder gets closer to him, his view of everything else in the room is blocked out by Snyder's broad shoulders. Pale eyes washed dark and cold in shadow as he leans in to ask his question, like some bastardisation of a schoolteacher.
"Why do farmers brand their livestock, Oscar?"
Oscar knows, of course. He doesn't want to say it.
The ensuing hit across his face as a result doesn't come as much of a surprise.
"I asked you a question, Oscar."
There's something primal is awakening in Oscar. That sort of dawning fear, the awful churning anxiety of something inevitable and crawling closer. The urge to run, like that could help him — as if he'd get any further than the door to Snyder's office, and even if he did, where could he go from there?
"Oscar."
"'S ownership," he croaks. The simmering anger in Snyder settles from a rolling boil, satisfied by the answer. He gives Oscar an expectant look to keep going, and Oscar does. "I. They do it so they know what's theirs. Their cows an'—an stuff. So they can be returned. If they get mixed up. Even if they get stolen."
Da had had a few of his cows stolen, once. Oscar still remembers the rage that had come afterwards, even though he'd been young at the time. He remembers Da and Ma screaming at each other about it, all the money that'd been lost, money that they never could've afforded to lose, but especially not then.
He remembers being enlisted to help brand the cattle after that — a job he'd hated, but it was easier work than a lot of it, so he'd never complained. Even when Morris cried about the animals being hurt, about Oscar hurting them. Begged to know if there were alternatives, and Da had told him that there weren't.
You wanna keep 'em, Da had said, You gotta mark 'em proper. An' it don't half help to make 'em scared a' you too.
"So you understand," Snyder says. Oscar wishes he didn't.
"It isn't just ownership," Snyder continues. He walks slowly over to the fireplace and tilts his head consideringly at the work the guard is devotedly continuing with, turning the iron slowly in the dancing flame. The light reflects in Snyder's pale eyes. "I'm not as arrogant a man as you think me, Oscar, as much as I like to be credited for my work."
And all of a sudden he's looking at Oscar again.
"It's a warning. To the cops that'll pick you up just a few short years from now, every time you inevitably find trouble in your adulthood. And to any woman who might be foolish enough to love you in that same future. You'll crawl into bed with her and bare your skin and she'll be able to see, scarred into your very body, that you are worth nothing. Never have been, and never will be. Not to anyone but me, at least."
"You're sick," Oscar tells him, real quiet. "You're a monster."
Snyder smiles.
He gives an order then, just a single word, and in an instant there's hands seizing Oscar — the same instant in which his descending panic reaches untold heights. His worn shirt is wrenched unhesitatingly from his back and tossed, and though Snyder's office is the only room in the building with heating — currently has a lit fireplace — it feels intolerably cold.
Maybe it's just the knowledge of what's coming.
"I did say it wasn't ownership," Snyder muses, and when Oscar's gaze manages to find him again through the sudden descendence of utter terror that's bound his lungs, he realises with another wave of it that Snyder is holding the iron now, its end glowing red like his Ma's visions of the devil. Oscar can't make out what it says, but he sees a shape on the end, curved into ornate shape. "But I'm sure you understand my choosing to use my own initials, rather than something more pedestrian. An R for Refuge just seems so impersonal." He turns the rod in his hand, lifting his chin slightly to examine the symbol carefully with a creased brow, straightening it. An S, Oscar guesses? A.S.?
"And. I'd rather have you marked for me."
"Please," Oscar wheezes. The hands on him get tighter. All in a moment they're pulling his arms hard in front of him to expose his bare back, and he realises he's shaking, writhing instinctively, but he can't get away, can hardly move.
"Hold him still," Snyder orders. Then, to Oscar, "Stay still. If the scar smears, we'll just have to try again."
It's an indescribable sort of pain.
It doesn't set in at first. Oscar feels the pressure of the iron being pressed to the back of his hip, and for a moment feels only that.
And then he feels a wave of burning so vicious it blinds him instantly. It spreads all over him immediately, a white-hot agony that has his eyes rolling back in his skull, mouth opening in a silent scream. It rolls over every inch of his skin, lights his back up like he'd been lay in it, like he's been thrown into a pool of it to drown. His back arches instinctively, trying desperately to get away from the iron, but there's nowhere to go. The iron follows him anyway, pressed firmly, held there hard where his skin is blistering, melting, burning away beneath the shape of it. Snyder's intials.
He doesn't know when he starts screaming. He only notices when he's forced to stop, lungs empty and throat raw, drool pouring down his chin, tears pouring down his cheeks. He gags — and then the iron is finally, finally pulled away, and he feels his melted skin pull too, stuck to it the way he remembers meat sticking to the plate of the lit stove — and he heaves, sobbing. There's nothing in his stomach to vomit, but he retches until bile spills onto the hardwood. Until his knees buckle and he collapses, head down, back bowed and rolling in wave after wave of searing pain, an agony he's sure is neverending, an agony he's sure death is preferable to. He prays, but it doesn't come. He wails like a child.
Above him, the iron is handed calmly back to the guard, and it hisses for a moment as it's thrust into the flame again. Oscar's ears are ringing, blood rushing through them, head hazy, but he hears what Snyder says next.
"Fetch Morris now."
Prompts for AI-less Whumptober 2024
As promised, we're bringing you the official prompt list of AI-less Whumptober 2024 today!
We have 31 days of excellent whump prompts, with three prompts per day to pick from, fun themes, and 10 alt prompts to play around with. We hope you enjoy! Additional info + plain text versions of the prompts can be found under the cut.
FAQ and Rules
What sort of content can I create for this event?
You can create whatever you want (fic, art, edits, etc). Any fandom is allowed, as well as OC stuff. NSFW is allowed, but please tag your content accordingly! The only thing not allowed is AI-generated content.
Do I need to make 31 things to participate?
Oh heavens no! You can make as much or as little content as you like, skip days when desired, or combine prompts (so for example, write something that covers a prompt from day 1, 2, AND 3). You don't have to do the days in order either, go wild! To be considered a 'completionist', you only have to make sure that at the end of the month, you've covered 31 prompts from 31 different days, but whether you do that in 31 works or just 1 is up to you.
What are these alts about?
If none of the three prompts of a particular day are your cup of tea, you can swap them out for an alt prompt of your choice.
What are these themes about?
Just a little bit of extra fun for the mods. Like last year, we'll be handing out various badges for people participating in the event. A full list will be posted later (and linked here once that happens), but perhaps there will be a special badge or two for people who can't be completionists but who do manage to finish every single day of a specific theme ;)
How do I tag and is there an AO3 collection?
It suffices to tag your work with #AIlesswhumptober2024 for us to see and reblog it! Please also tag nsfw, since we'll be using that tag too. Tagging the day is optional but does help the mods along.
There will be an AO3 collection for the writers to share their works in, this will be made available once we're closer to October (and linked here once that happens).
That should be all. If you have any additional questions, check our pinned or hit us up in the ask box. Or join our discord maybe, whumping can be a great group activity!
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Plain text versions of the prompts:
October 1 - Torture Tuesday
public torture/public use, stress position, “If you cry, we’ll go easy on you.”
October 2 - Whumperless Wednesday
Unfortunate fall, car accident, “Don’t move. You’ll be okay.”
October 3 - Trauma Thursday
Shared trauma, survivor’s guilt, “It’s not your fault.”
October 4 - Fright/Freaky Friday
Painful transformation, non-consensual body modifications, “You’re a monster.”
October 5 - Sensory Saturday
Overstimulation, migraines, “I can’t take this anymore.”
October 6 - Surprise Sunday
Multiple whumpees, self sacrifice, “I’m the only one who can do this.”
October 7 - Medical Monday
Field medicine, running out of supplies, “Hold on, we’re going to have to improvise.”
October 8 - Torture Tuesday
Rope burns, gagged, “You’re so much prettier this way.”
October 9 - Whumperless Wednesday
Hypothermia, heatstroke, “You look pretty pale.”
October 10 - Trauma Thursday
Self worth issues, pushing away a loved one, “You don't need to earn this.”
October 11 - Fright/Freaky Friday
Hallucinations, truth serum, “Why would you even say that?”
October 12 - Sensory Saturday
Isolation, sensory deprivation, “Can you feel me? I’m right here, whumpee.”
October 13 - Surprise Sunday
Whumpee using themself as bait, defiance, “Take me instead.”
October 14 - Medical Monday
Seizures, concussion, “See if you can follow my finger with your eyes.”
October 15 - Torture Tuesday
Waterboarding, removing body parts, “Don’t break down on me yet.”
October 16 - Whumperless Wednesday
Drowning, hostile environment, “I don’t know how anybody could survive that.”
October 17 - Trauma Thursday
Abandonment, misunderstanding, “Why did I even think you cared?”
October 18 - Fright/Freaky Friday
Mind control, possession, “Everybody will end up despising you.”
October 19 - Sensory Saturday
Disassociation, losing a sense, “I wish I could get you back.”
October 20 - Surprise Sunday
Enemy/Stranger to caretaker, accidental de-aging, “I’m absolutely not qualified for this shit.”
October 21 - Medical Monday
Drugged, ambulance ride, “This will make you feel better, okay?”
October 22 - Torture Tuesday
Forced (to kneel/watch/hurt somebody else), whipped, “Do not look away.” October 23 - Whumperless Wednesday
Fever, passing out, “Hey?! Stay with me, okay?!”
October 24 - Trauma Thursday
Deconditioning, relapse, “It’s normal that you need more time.”
October 25 - Fright/Freaky Friday
Humiliation, betrayal, “How could you?!”
October 26 - Sensory Saturday
Electrocution, burning, “This is going to sting.”
October 27 - Surprise Sunday
Before vs after, Alternate universe, “Well, there’s a first for everything.”
October 28 - Medical Monday
Internal bleeding, needles and stitches, “I didn’t think the wound was that bad…”
October 29 - Torture Tuesday
Ownership, branding, “Everybody will know that you’re mine.”
October 30 - Whumperless Wednesday
Poison, delirium, “You’re not making sense.”
October 31 - Trauma Thursday
Panic attack, facing a phobia, “You need to get out of here!”
Alt prompts:
1) Pistol whipped
2) Co-dependency
3) Animal bite
4) Zombies
5) White room torture
6) Shock collar
7) Pulling teeth
8) Kidnapping
9) “You always make everything worse!”
10) “If you weren’t around, I’d be long dead by now...”
AI-Less Whumptober Day 1 - Stress Positions
Stand by Me - Ep. 17
Bloody Romance - Ep. 18
A League of Nobleman - Ep.12
Glory of Special Forces - Ep. 21
Love Crossed - Ep. 35
Tanaosri (ตะนาวศรี) - Ep. 25
AI-Less Whumptober Day 2 - Car Accident
High Cookie - Ep. 16
Line Walker 3 - Ep. 02
Reunion: Sound of Providence Season 1 - Ep. 15
Psychometry/Gifted Hands (2011)
Raft House (เรือนแพ) - Ep. 17
Blind (2021)
AI-Less Whumptober Day 3 - Survivors Guilt
Tomorrow - Ep. 5
Uncanny Counter - Ep. 6
Laws of Attraction - Ep.6
Chains of Heart - Ep. 1
Lawless Lawyer - Ep. 2
Mad Dog - Ep. 12
AI-Less Whumptober Day 4 - Non-Con Body Modifications
TW---This post contains a lot of blood, gore and violence.
My Name - Ep. 3
Bloodhounds - Ep. 1
Fak Fah Kiri Dao (ฟากฟ้าคีรีดาว) (My Himalayan Embrace) - Ep. 3
Two Worlds - Ep 4
SilHaa KonKla Tah Atham (Zeal 5 Kon Gla Tah Atam) - Ep. 94
Rurouni Kenshin (2012)
Extracurricular - Ep. 7
Tien Bromance - Ep. 10
Tomb of the Sea - Ep. End of 1 & Beginning of 2
AI-Less Whumptober Day 5 - Migraine/Overstimulation
Moorim School - Ep. 2
The Gifted Graduation - Ep. 4
He is Psychometric - Ep. 6
The Gifted Hands/Psychometry
AI-Less Whumptober Day 6 - Self Sacrifice/“I’m The Only One Who Can Do This”
Pit Babe - Ep. 10
Love in Twilight (Prajan Daeng) - Ep. 12
Crime Crackdown - Ep. 27
Seobok
The Game: Towards Zero - Ep. 22 (On Viki) Ep. 11 (On KissAsian)
Bros Telepathic
AI-Less Whumptober Day 7 - Field Medicine
Doctor Romantic 3 - Ep. 10
Romance of a Twin Flower - Ep. 4
Game of Outlaws - Ep. 10
The Gu Family Book (Kang Chi the Beginning) - Ep. 21
แม่นากพระโขนง (Mae Nam Phra Khanong) - Ep. 7
Tawan Deard (Boiling Sun) - Ep. 9
AI-Less Whumptober Day 8 - Rope Burns/Gagged
Chain of Heart - Ep. 4
เรือนแพ (Reuan Pae) - Ep. 24
My Name - Ep. 8
The Spirealm - Ep. 20 (on viki)
My Stand In - Ep. 4
My Lucky Star - Ep. 20
Kidnap the Series - Ep. 2
AI-Less Whumptober Day 9 - Hypothermia/Heatstroke
Drama Special Series Season 1: White Christmas - Ep. 7
Seven Days - Ep. 10
Guardian - Ep. 19
Battle Through the Heavens - Ep. 24
My Amazing Boyfriend - Ep. 4
Tomb of the Sea - Ep. 10
Handsome Siblings - Ep. 9
AI-Less Whumptober Day 10 - ALT Prompt - "If You Weren't Around, I'd Be Long Dead By Now..."
Be Reborn - Eps. 11/12 & 25
Midnight Museum - Eps. 2 & 6
Till The World Ends - Eps. 2 & 3
To Sir With Love - Eps. 2 & 16
The Sign - Eps. 1/8 & 6
AI-Less Whumptober Day 11 - Hallucinations
DFF: Dead Friends Forever - Ep. 10
Reunion: Sound of Providence - Ep. 6
เรีอนชฎานาง (Ruen Chadanang) - Ep. 33
Insect Detective 2 - Ep. 25
Midnight Museum - Ep. 3
AI-Less Whumptober Day 12 - Isolation
Love Me If You Dare - Eps. 20 & 24
Sweet Tai Chi - Eps. 22/23
เซน…สื่อรักสื่อวิญญาณ (Zen The Series) - Ep. 47
Save Me - Eps. 13/14
Glory of Special Forces - Ep. 38
Star Crossed Lovers - Ep. 18
AI-Less Whumptober Day 13 - "Take Me Instead"
Insect Detective 2 - Ep. 20
Glory of Special Forces - Ep. 11
Love Mechanics - Ep. 2
Unbeatable - Ep. 27
Duel - Ep. 16
Light Chaser Rescue - Ep. 36
AI-Less Whumptober Day 14 - Concussion
Falling for Innocence - Ep. 15
Blind (2011)
Rattan - Eps. 13/14
Yukan Club - Ep. 10
Unforgotten Night - Ep. 12
Royal Sister Returns - Ep. 27