slight edit made to the Ten Trails post: the image for Trail Ten listed ‘exposed’ as the prompt for October 16th, while the text for Trail Ten listed ‘secrets exposed.’ the text has been changed to reflect the image in order to avoid confusion. sorry!

Welcome to the Ten Trails Whump Challenge!

(And yes, ‘Ten Trails’ is absolutely a pun on ‘entrails’ lol)

This challenge is made up of ten themes, called ‘trails.’ Each trail includes ten prompts related to their theme, spread out through the month of October. Prompts on the same trail are never on consecutive days; there is always at least one day in between prompts, often more. You can use these ‘off days’ to rest your creative muscles or to do a prompt from a different trail, whichever you please!

The goal is to complete at least one trail OR ten prompts in total! Trails, prompts, and dates are as follows!

Trail 1: Guts Galore

Trail 1 is all about that sweet blood and gore! You can really put your whumpees through the wringer with this trail!

October 2nd - bleeding out // October 7th - dissection/amputation // October 11th - impaled // October 13th - electrocuted // October 16th - shattered skull/spine // October 19th - crushed // October 21st - stabbed/shot // October 26th - flayed // October 29th - set on fire // October 31st - organ failure

Trail 2: Heart and Soul

Trail 2 deals with emotional whump; wanna tug on your whumpee’s heartstrings ‘til they snap? Trail 2 is for you!

October 2nd - abandoned // October 6th - repressed memories // October 9th - survivor’s guilt // October 12th - broken heart // October 15th - toxic love // October 18th - lost loved one // October 21st - abuse // October 24th - exile // October 26th - self-hatred // October 28th - suicide

Trail 3: Creature Feature

Trail 3 is full of darkness, fear, and unseen monsters just waiting for a poor unsuspecting whumpee to wander through!

October 1st - animal attack // October 3rd - mob violence // October 9th -cursed/haunted // October 13th - diseased // October 15th - cannibalism // October 19th - chased // October 21st - hiding // October 24th - slaughter // October 28th - possession // October 30th - dark magic

Trail 4: Mind Games

Trail 4 puts a spotlight on mental torment and psychological pain. Love a whumpee with their scars on the inside? Give Trail 4 a try!

October 1st - dependency // October 3rd - hallucinations // October 5th - drugging // October 7th - amnesia // October 10th - brainwashing // October 14th - straitjacket // October 18th - paranoia // October 22rd - isolation // October 25th - phobias // October 30th - broken will

Trail 5: Costume Party

Trail 5 is a celebration of all the ways a whumpee can be dressed up, accessorized, or not dressed at all! Come join the party!

October 2nd - on a leash // October 4th - muzzled // October 6th - tattoos/brands // October 8th - all dolled up // October 10th - shown off // October 12th - new name // October 16th - stripped // October 18th - collared // October 23rd - uniform // October 27th - photo op

Trail 6: Aches and Pains

Trail 6 features common but delightfully unpleasant experiences for your whumpee to suffer. Take a walk on the mild side!

October 3rd - burns // October 6th - cuts/scrapes // October 9th - lost a fight // October 11th - appendicitis // October 14th - allergies/asthma // October 17th - broken bone // October 20th - vomiting // October 22nd - broken teeth // October 25th - head injury // October 27th - cold/flu

Trail 7: Road to Recovery

Trail 7 is for those who love to see a whumpee in the aftermath. The trials and tribulations of the healing process awaits!

October 1st - rescue // October 4th - scars // October 6th - nightmares // October 8th - panic attack // October 12th - coping mechanisms // October 17th - breakdown // October 21st - self-harm // October 24th - therapy // October 29th - triggers // October 31st - lashing out

Trail 8: High Spirits

Trail 8 is chock-full of prompts designed for a whumper’s POV! What awful torments do they have in store for their victim?

October 2nd - victory // October 5th - control // October 7th - false comfort // October 10th - tools // October 13th - training/obedience // October 16th - touch // October 19th - trophy // October 22nd - hunting // October 26th - taunt/tease // October 29th - ownership

Trail 9: Death Trap

Trail 9 is no game, and definitely no fun for a whumpee! But if you like ‘no escape’ scenarios, Trail 9 will suit you just fine!

October 3rd - buried alive // October 5th - burning building // October 8th - explosive device // October 13th - noxious fumes // October 15th - lost and injured // October 17th - trapped/stuck // October 20th - hypothermia // October 23rd - deadly fall // October 25th - drowning // October 29th - sacrifice

Trail 10: Tricked and Treated

Trail 10 has lots of tricks and treats, but none that a whumpee would enjoy! Who needs candy when you’ve got prompts like this?

October 1st - betrayal // October 4th - gaslighting // October 7th - bought/sold // October 11th - cruel prank // October 14th - poisoned // October 16th - exposed // October 20th - favoritism // October 23rd - torture // October 27th - humiliation // October 31st - dehumanization

And that’s the challenge! Do as much or as little as you like, and please don’t feel the need to do every single prompt (though if you do, major kudos to you)! Feel free to @ me in your works if you’d like me to reblog them! Have fun!

IMPORTANT EDIT: There is now an AO3 collection for the Ten Trails Whump Challenge! Please feel free to submit your works to it!

I’m gonna go ahead make that whump challenge I’ve been pondering. maybe people will do it, maybe they won’t, but I want to give a little something back to the whump community (God knows I’ve been consuming tons of whump content, even though I’ve been completely inactive on this blog for months)

I’m calling the Ten Trails Whump Challenge because it will have ten little themes, and because ‘ten trails’ sounds like ‘entrails’ :)

it sure has been a while since I posted here, huh?

... if I had an idea for another whump challenge, would anyone be interested?

Day 3: Loved One Killed

Obi-Wan sat in silence. He hadn’t needed to ask his men for time alone; they had understood and left him be, which he supposed he should be grateful for.

It was hard to feel grateful, though. It was hard to feel anything aside from the horrible, frigid emptiness that had taken root in his chest.

Anakin was gone. Dead. It shouldn’t be possible - it wasn’t right - but it was the truth.

His former Padawan, his comrade, his brother-in-arms, his best friend, his brother… slain in battle. Obi-Wan would never talk with him again, never roll his eyes at Anakin’s stubbornness or smile in secret pride at what he accomplished. He would never again fight by his side, never place a comforting hand on his shoulder after a long day, never defeat the odds with him on another daring mission for the good of the Republic.

He would never hear Anakin speak or laugh again, never spar with him again, never see the boy he had raised from the age of nine be rewarded for his bravery and service with the rank of Jedi Master.

He would never feel his warmth, his strength, his overwhelming brightness and vitality through their bond in the Force. The link between their minds had been cut, and though he couldn’t bear to do it, Obi-Wan knew that if he were to reach out he would sense nothing but a numb void where Anakin had once been.

How could his Anakin be dead? How could this happen, how could this be? He was the child of the prophecy, he was meant for greatness and victory and life. He wasn’t supposed to die in this war! He’d been so young, he’d been so vibrant, he’d been so /special/; why would the Force allow him to be cut down?

Tears where dripping down his cheeks, blurring his vision and dampening his beard. He couldn’t even muster up the will to wipe them away.

His Anakin, his beloved Anakin…

Amidst the pain and grief, a seed of anger planted itself within his heart. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair. The Force was /cruel/ for doing this to him, had he not lost enough already? Why was he made to lose everybody he grew to love?

The Force trembled as the rage inside of Obi-Wan bloomed into hatred; his tear-filled eyes burned and his hands curled into fists so tight they shook.

He was finished living at the cold whims of the Force. He was finished allowing the people he cared for the most to die. He was finished being the good, passive Jedi who took all of life’s abuses without complaint.

No more.

Day 2: Broken Bone

Sweat dripped from his forehead into his eyes as he pushed himself onward. With every step pain flared through his injured leg, making his face twist into an expression of agony that would surely have taken his crew mates aback had they been there to witness it.

Spock had once seen in a fictional Earth novel the feeling of intense pain described as “flames licking across skin and biting deep into muscle and bone.” As he forced himself to keep a steady pace across the rough forest terrain, broken limb burning and throbbing with every miserable inch, he decided that the description, while somewhat florid, was fitting.

He didn’t know where the captain and the rest of the away team were; he had lost his communicator in the same fall down a cliff side that had broken his lower leg, and if Spock was human he would curse this planet and its frequent tremors, the most recent of which had caused his accident and subsequent injury.

Spock was not human, though, and so he cursed nothing. He instead drew labored but relatively steady breaths as he continued the difficult and very painful trek back to the away team had beamed down.

He would receive medical attention soon, likely within the hour if his approximation of the distance between his current location and the beam site was accurate. Captain Kirk would worry, but not overmuch, and would welcome him back to the bridge once he was finished being treated. Dr. McCoy would snipe and grumble at him, probably taking some sense of smug satisfaction at seeing Spock in his medical bay in need of his assistance, and would bark at him to stay put and rest rather than returning to his duties, a directive which Spock would ignore the moment he could stand with minimal pain. Uhura would remain close by his side until she herself was assured of his wellness, and the rest of the crew would tell him they were glad to have him back in ‘fighting condition.’ All of this would happen soon, likely within the hour.

Yet Spock could not push away the uncomfortable memory rising to the forefront of his mind; a memory of when he had been a child. His father and mother had been in their family home while Spock himself had gone for a walk near to the edge of what was considered an acceptable distance to be from the house on his own.

He had stood upon the tallest rock formation within sight, observing the landscape for a time, and when he had attempted to return to level ground he had slipped and fallen, landing in such a way that his ankle had broken on impact.

He had limped back to his home, trying with every ounce of emotional control he’d had at the time to restrain himself from crying due to the pain.

He had failed, and returning to his parents with tears on his face because of his own foolishness and lack of care had been equally as painful as breaking his ankle, if not more so. Worse than both of those, though, had been the irrational yet nonetheless terrifying idea that he would not make it back home. That he would collapse and be set upon by an animal or waste away of dehydration and never see his parents again.

That had been the worst part of the unfortunate experience by far.

He took a deep breath, willing the memory to fade away. He had no reason to be have the same concern now as he’d had then as a boy. He was injured but he was not in life-threatening danger, just as he hadn’t been then. He had no reason to pay mind to the invasive worry in the back of his skull whispering that he may never return to the Enterprise. He had no reason to think about the unlikely possibility that he may die here alone and in pain on a trembling planet.

There was no reason for such illogical fears. If his heart was racing it was only because of the pain, nothing more.

Despite this, and despite the pain, Spock sped up his pace as much as he could.