Above is the official Hurtcember 2023 prompts list.

Below are alternative prompts in case one doesn't want to do a few of the prompts (but still do the whole challenge) or for those who just want to write/draw more.

Both lists are typed out at the bottom of this post.

RULES 1. You can write/draw for any fandom or pairing 2. You can write/draw SFW or NSFW content, just label it accordingly 3. Please tag any Tumblr posts sharing your prompt fills with #hurtcember2023 so that we can find and repost them 4. If you post your works to AO3, please add them to this collection and add "Hurtcember" and/or "Hurtcember 2023" to the additional tags of your prompt fill(s) 5. The challenge officially starts on December 1st but feel free to write/draw before then and/or submit things after the month ends officially, whatever works best for you 6. Be kind to other participants 7. You DO NOT have to do every single prompt if you don't want to. The point is to have fun and spark creativity, not to feel like you're doing a chore

Prompts List (Text Copy) 1. Astraphobia 2. "I'm fine" 3. Fainting 4. Fever 5. Dead 6. Starving 7. Broken 8. Flashback 9. Paranoid 10. Amputated 11. Guilt 12. Chronic 13. Addicted 14. Breathe 15. Fleeting 16. Crutch 17. Anxiety 18. Sick 19. Bleeding 20. Poison 21. Crying 22. Paralyzed 23. "I'm sorry" 24. Forced 25. Hiding 26. Avalanche 27. Freeze 28. Betrayed 29. Depressed 30. Haunted 31. Abused

Alt Prompts List (Text Copy) 1. Hug 2. Quarantine 3. Note 4. Scar 5. Snow

hoping these roses dull the pain, cover the scars and turn the page

author: aspen blackwood

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu

masterpost | 🅴 | 🔞 | word count: 3,360 | complete

tags: alpha x alpha, drugged, forced sex, non con body bod, non traditional omegaverse, triggered mating, secondary gender modification, dark elements

"A peculiar scent fills Steve’s nose as he wakes slowly. He knows that scent, it is one that still haunts him, that whispers his failures in his ears like prayers." - There were turncoats on the Lemurian Star.

bingo fills + event prompts

ch. 1: hoping these roses dull the pain, cover the scars and turn the page

@anyfandomangstbingo | barely conscious

@anyfandomdarkbingo | fuck or die

@anyfandomgoesbingo | possessive alpha

@anyfandomkinkbingo | handcuffs

@badthingshappenbingo | mutilation

@buckybarnesevents

alpha bucky april | breeding kink + purring + double minimum requirement babb 2023 | failed mission [april prompt] babb 2023 [babb060] | held down connect 4 [c4013] | c1: sex slave

@catws-anniversary | theme: bucky barnes - metal arm

@deaddovekink

frisky february | drugged sex monsterfcking march | shapeshifting: transforming during sex

@eclipsingbingo | trail of blood

@fandom-free-bingo: valentine’s edition | aphrodisiac, bound

@hurtcember | forced

@julybreakbingo: post-july | sex pollen

@kinky-things-happen | transformation

@marvel-smash-bingo | forced orgasm

@mcukinkbingo: open round | torture

@multifandom-flash

omegaverse | forced mating round 2 [1028] | free space

scalding hot: consent issues bingo | non con body mod: extra fuck holes

@sebastianstanbingo | sex slave

@stuckybingo [5080] | kink: breeding

@stuckygeekevents: stucky geek bingo | captivity, kidnapped

@yearoftheotpevent | april: canon divergence

read: ao3 | ffn | sqwa

mini playlist

"I should've known something was wrong when I smelt the cinnamon...I'm sorry I didn't realize it, kid." Technoblade says quietly, holding back the enderian's spilt hair away from his face.

Ranboo gags into the trashcan. "I-it's not your fault."

Technoblade sighs. It was his fault, he thought, but Ranboo is too sweet and gentle to think anything of the sort.

Once Ranboo's stomach seems to have calmed down for now, Technoblade helps Ranboo lay down on the couch.

"Get some rest. It's going to get worse before it gets better," Technoblade says.

Fic title : Needless Apologies and Loving Hands

@marchofpain 2024 prompt : Apologies

@hurtcember 2023 prompt : Flashback

@comfortember 2022 prompt : Breakdown

Rating : General Audiences

Fandom : The Owl House

Pairing : Hunter/Willow

Additional tags : Post-Canon, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hunter | The Golden Guard has PTSD (The Owl House), Flashbacks, Apologies, Crying, Mental Breakdown, Startling, Hurt/Comfort, Reassurance, Hunter | The Golden Guard Needs a Hug (The Owl House), Good Significant Other Willow Park, Scars, Grounding, Stimming, Autistic Hunter | The Golden Guard (The Owl House) (if you squint)

Word count : 469

@whumpcember     @hurtcember 

@whumpuary     @badthingshappenbingo

Chapters: 1/1   Words: 2,956

Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Emhyr var Emreis & Gallatin Characters: Emhyr var Emreis, Gallatin (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Haunting, Revenge, Bad Things Happen Bingo, Whump, Hurt No Comfort, Angst, Spoilers for The Witcher (TV) Season 3, Blood and Violence

Summary: Emhyr var Emreis does not believe in ghosts, no. They are nothing but old wives' tales. And the rumours about the ghost in the guest wing are utterly ridiculous, of course, or are they?

Hail Hydra - Chapter Two

Bucky’s captors leave their prisoner to fight through his illness. If you look at the CW and still decide to read, it’s on you ❤️ CW: sickness, overeating, paranoia, imprisonment, poor treatment of POWs, infection. Prompts filled: ‘Hidden’, December 2nd prompt, Dead Dove December “I’m fine”, December 2nd Prompt, Whumpcember ‘Sickness’, December 2nd prompt, Hurtcember 2023 ‘Blood From the Mouth’, Multifandom Flash Beehive Bingo ‘Disembodied Screams’, Halloween Horror Bingo.

Check it out on AO3 here, or below the KR with the boards!

I seemed to have been all but forgotten about. Twice a day, the door opened, and one of two figures pushed a tray into my cell, identifiable only be their outline against the harsh light behind them. I called them ‘Little’ and ‘Large’, and they called me ‘упрямый’. ‘Stubborn’, I would soon learn. They never removed my trays unless they were empty – and only once was it empty, when my howling stomach had driven me to launch the unidentifiable mush against the wall for fear of a swifter demise if I couldn’t maintain my willpower. It took three days for me to drink their water, my lips sticking together from dehydration, no doubt spurred on by the violent sweating that came as a result of my illness. When the plastic was empty, I chewed on it until I was left with a relatively sharp – if flexible – edge, hidden in my waistband. And I waited.

It was usually ‘Little’ in the evening, much to my relief; alongside the size difference, he stepped further into the cell, crouching to place the tray on the ground rather than tossing it carelessly into the room. He was always silent, his eyes diverted. But this time, he sat on the floor with a heavy sigh, staring at me for a moment over the tray. “…You must eat.” I blinked in surprise, hand freezing halfway around my side, mere inches from my hidden weapon. “I-I… What?” “Eat,” he repeated, nudging the tray toward me once more. “They say you have not yet eaten. You are strong, Американский , but if you do not eat, you will still die.” His accent was weaker than that of the other man, but he was still clearly Russian-born, and I furrowed my brow in irritation. “I’m fine.” My voice cracked from disuse, and he offered me a weak smile. “You are sick. From the… Removal,” he added, inclining his head toward the residual stump of my arm, and I scowled. “I need a doctor, not food. Antibiotics. Medicine?” I added when he cocked his head curiously. “Ah – лекарство, yes. Medicine. In the food,” he noted, gesturing. “Eating will help.” “You’re trying to drug me without my knowledge?” I growled, leaning forward, muscles tensing despite my weakness as my hand curled around my makeshift blade. He only smiled again, hands spread wide. “Would you have taken a pill?” I hesitated, eyes narrowing, and released the shiv once more. “No. But what makes you think I’ll eat your food, either?” He sighed, dusting off his hands as he pushed himself to his feet. “No food – you die. Food – you may live, Американский. The choice is for you to make. You are not supposed to be medicated; they want to see how long you take to die from your sickness. But I could not watch you suffer any longer. I have no fight with you, Американский. Only the Germans. So please, eat. Do not let my risk be for nothing.” The door clanged shut behind him, leaving me once more in the deafening silence, punctuated only by the disembodied screams of my fellow prisoners drifting through the crack under the door as I peered at the tray before me curiously. Is this a new tactic? A trick, to convince me to eat? I should have taken him hostage. I might have gotten out of here. I couldn’t convince myself it was true, however. I’d seen only part of the compound, glimpsed through the barred windows as I was half-dragged to this dank room, but I knew it was crawling with Soviet soldiers. I’d have been shot before I cleared the yard, no doubt about it. But maybe that would be better. Dying on my feet like a man, quickly, rather than rotting until starvation, sickness, or poison kills me slowly… I’d come to terms with my impending death. The only thing left to decide was how. But only one of the options before me had any chance of survival.

Once I started eating, it was a fight to stop. The trays left dotted around the cell were in various stages of decomposition, from mildly stale to furry with mold, and I ate anything that wasn’t likely to accelerate my demise, leaving me bloated and nauseous, curled up in the corner of the room. My discomfort was secondary to relief, however – the feeling of a full stomach, even if an unsettled one, was a revelation. As the night wore on and I didn’t find myself seizing or foaming at the mouth, I dared hope that maybe this skinny Russian really was trying to help me, in his own way. Maybe I’d even get some sleep. Maybe I won’t die in this cesspit after all. But I woke retching, my stomach on fire, barely having time to shift to my knees before partially digested mush tore its way through my oesophagus, eyes stinging at the acrid smell. The door clanged open a matter of seconds later, and I looked up, gaze narrowed, spitting the last of the bile from my mouth with a growl. “You,” I hissed, noting the slender outline as he moved toward me. “What the fuck did you do to me?” He knelt in front of me, his finger pressed to his lips urgently, and for the first time, I noticed the wide, blue eyes locked on me. Just like Stevie’s. “Nothing! Nothing, but you need to be quiet. If they hear you, they will do tests, and they will find the medicine I gave you. I will be killed, Американский. Please.” His voice was hushed but urgent, and I bit back another round of vomiting as his gaze cast around the cell. “…You ate it all?” “I was hungry,” I snapped, glaring. “I hadn’t eaten in days.” “This food is likely to make you sick when fresh. I have not poisoned you, Американский – you have poisoned yourself. Do you see?” He shifted one of the scraps into the light, and my stomach churned at the discoloured meat. “I-I didn’t even realise. I was just so hungry,” I whispered, wincing. “I’d have eaten anything.” He shook his head with a sigh, freezing when I growled as he raised his hand. “Calm. I am not going to hurt you, Американский.” I stiffened but stilled obligingly, eyes slitted in warning. But he simply ran the edge of his sleeve across the corner of my mouth, drawing back with a weak smile. “Blood. From sickness. You will be okay, I think.” I blinked in surprise, touching a finger to the spot where he’d brushed against my lips. I can’t remember the last person to touch me without violence. Actually… That’s not true. My mind flickered with images of a night a few weeks earlier, a hundred miles further north, when the cold became intolerable and my Captain found himself curled in my bed in an abandoned farmhouse and the feet between us became inches, then millimetres, then less, then nothing, his arms still bizarrely large as one slid under my head on a threadbare pillow, the other snaking hesitantly around my waist. I’d lain still, of course, feigning sleep - but I knew he could hear my heartbeat pick up just as well as I could. He simply held me closer, burying his face in the back of my neck gently, just as I had to him when he was a skinny creature shivering in the Brooklyn winters. I didn’t let the tears fall until I was certain he was asleep, tipping my head back gently to press closer, shivering with nervous joy instead of cold. I’d known what I was for a long time, but it took lying in his arms to realise that I didn’t just love men, but one specific man. And now here was this boy, no older than Steve himself, but leaner than my Captain was now, wiping blood from my mouth tenderly amidst this hellscape.

@halloweenhorrorbingo @multifandom-flash @whumpcember @hurtcember @deaddovedec

Whump calendar 2023

Attention: I will delete the prompts in all the months except December next month to make room for next year. If you want to save the whump calendar 2023 you should do it now. Also check out my new blog @whumpcalendar where I will post the calendar from now on.

So I made a calendar and @thewhumpyprintingpress made a checklist for all whump events. Let us know if you're hosting an event so that we can add you.

All events under the cut.

So far we've got:

Whumpers-monthly by @whumpers-monthly One prompt every month.

2023 Year of Whump by @soheavyaburden A prompt can either be filled each week or each month, runs the whole year.

January: Whumpuary by @whumpuary 10 sets of prompts

February: Febuwhump by @febuwhump

March: March Trope-A-Thon by @amonthofwhump 7 days of prompts

April: Whumpril by @whumpril

May: Whumpay by @whumpay Mediwhump May by @mediwhumpmay

July: Whumpmas in July by @whumpmasinjuly

September: Whumptember by @whumptember Sicktember by @sicktember

October: AI-less whumptober by @ailesswhumptober Angstober by @angstober Whumptober by @whumptober

November: Comfortember by @comfortember

December: Whumpcember by @whumpcember 12 Days of Whumpmas by @whumpmas 12 sets of prompts Winter Whumperland by @amonthofwhump 1 - 12 of December Hurtcember by @hurtcember Merry Whumpmas by @whumpishprompts

We will add all the other blogs as soon as the promptlists are available.

Whump Events; New Drops + Masterpost

https://www.tumblr.com/rainysflowers/730183746167373824/update-i-know-it-hasnt-been-long-since-i?source=share <- The original post I made about my Whump Events Master Post (2018 - 2023) --- --- --- More awasome events have been released!! I almost can't keep up!!!

Hurtcember 2023 (NEW EVENT!!) is a month long December set event (1st - 31st) that is open to any sort of hurt/comfort, including but not limited to whump!!

Whump: The Musical 2024 (NEW EVENT!!) just dropped its prompt list. It is a month long MARCH set event (1st - 31st) that has prompts based on musicals!!

If these events interest you, please go check them out on their respective pages, and if you'd like to plan and such, my prompt tables will be under the cut, free to use ^^

Have a lovely day, night, or anything beyond!!

My 2018 - 2023 Whump Prompt Master Doc!! (Slow to load, plz be patient)!!

My 2024 Whump Prompt Master Doc!!

Lament for Tissaia

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Ip0FJcn by Molanna Yennefer's good-bye poem for Tissaia de Vries. For the Whumpcember prompt 'Alt.5 Sacrifice' and the Hurtcember prompts '5 Dead' and '7 Broken'. Words: 113, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Witcher (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: F/F Characters: Tissaia de Vries, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Relationships: Tissaia de Vries & Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Tissaia de Vries/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Additional Tags: Shakespearean Sonnets, Sonnets, Iambic Pentameter, Poetry, lament, Dirge - Freeform, Lamentation, Canonical Character Death, elogy, Post-Thanedd Coup (The Witcher), Suicide, Whumpcember, Whumpcember 2023, Self-Sacrifice, Hurtcember, Hurtcember 2023 read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Ip0FJcn

Love the enthusiasm!

All the love that's been shown to the prompt list has been very unexpected and very appreciated!

See you December 1st <3

Now that the first Hurtcember is complete and there are some eyes on the challenge, here is a Google Form for anyone who has a specific prompt or prompts that they wish to see on the list this year in December to have a chance to get that through!!

A vote will also be held later on in the year (via Google Forms again) to decide the final list

Hurtcember day 2

"I'm fine," was two words Will should've never believed.

Sitting next to the burning up Nico in the infirmary, Will felt a twinge of guilt for believing that lie.

Pushing his guilt aside for now, he wipes away the sweat off Nico's brow with a damp washcloth.

"You'll be okay," Will whispers.

@marchofpain 2024 prompt : Screaming @storyweaverofgondor The Whumps of March 2024 prompt : These violent delights have violent ends @febuwhump 2024 prompt : Found Footage @hurtcember 2023 prompt : Paranoid @comfortember 2022 prompt : Holding Hands @badthingshappenbingo prompt : Haunted Location @streets-crimes Hurt/Comfort prompt : "don't let go" @droptheprompt Height Difference Dialogue prompt : "It's not my fault you're vertically challenged" "What did you just say?"

Talon rushes into the clinic, panting from how fast he ran.

“Is Juniper okay? Are-are the kittens okay?” Talon asked urgently.

Krampy walks over to him. “The kittens are fine. Juniper isn’t faring too well.”

Krampy leads him to where the orange cat is sleeping with four tiny sleeping kittens at his stomach.

“They’re so beautiful,” Talon says softly.

“Juniper did very well, but the kitting took quite a toll on him.” Krampy says.

“I’m sorry, I put you through this…” Talon says softly, pressing his forehead aganist Juniper’s.

Bill Cipher would give anything to not be stuck in this statue anymore.

It's painful to not be able to move, where before he was able to move any way he wished.

It feels so wrong, and he wishes this was just a awful dream he could wake from.

But he hadn't dreamt in a millennia, so that wish was in vain.

The longer he's here, the more it hurts.

The feeling of someone spraypainting his body, stealing his hat was all too much to bear.

Hurtcember 2023 is over!!

With the new year (happy new year!) comes the end of the very first Hurtcember challenge!

Keep in mind, while the challenge is officially over, people are still welcome to use the prompt list and post to the AO3 collection.

This moment will also be used to shoutout our participants from this year : @sleepy-bi666 @astaldis @voiceoffenrisulfr @newwwwusername

Can't wait to see what people create next year!!