#whumpprompt

[hunterjumperhoe]

Non-Human/Hybrid Whumpee who was raised in captivity.

New laws banning the ownership of hybrids bring government agents breaking down doors of the sales facility Whumpee is currently housed in.

Whumpee is placed in government assisted Housing For Displaced Hybrids (HFDH). Mandatory therapy. Mandatory employment training or assistance.

Whumpee just wants to go back. Misses being a prized pet. Whumpee misses not having to worry about human-made problems like taxes or bills.

Whumpee cries themselves to sleep.

[boo-u-2]

This is a love letter to "If i could have saved you", one of my favorite Link Click Fanfics. I cannot recommend it enough. Thank you author for bringing this fic into the world. @whumpprompts

[xviruserrorx]

-> Day 10 - "Check out a new whump blog and drop them an ask"

Last year for @whumpmasinjuly-archive I had listed some active fandom events so I'll list some new ones for this year 😊

@/whumpprompts

@/whumppromptoftheday

@/whumpuary

@/whumpril

And then I have a masterlist Here of Every active multi-fandom event or places that give prompts also. It needs to be updated (I've been sick sorry) with more recent events but it's pretty good in regards to having almost (there probably some I'm not aware of) every event!

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Wij 2022 Masterlist | Wij 2023 Masterlist [Prev <- • -> Next]

[writingpromptsofhell]

Crying hysterically, you hold a body tigher.

[almadelline]

Whump prompt 5

Give me stubborn and sarcastic whumpee and stubborn and sarcastic caretaker. Bonus points if they are rivals and can`t stand each other but caretaker has to care for whumpee and bonus bonus points if this will become enemies-to-lovers trope.

[inkscribes]

Prompt 17: Just Keep Looking at Me: You're Doing Great

Its the Olympics - in Beijing… and Yuri is freaking out. Whilst he had always been working toward this goal, that didn’t mean that he’d ever expected to get there. Otabek finds him, gasping for breath, one hand against the wall, another against his stomach, trying desperately not to vomit or worse, because he has to be on the ice in less than ten minutes and God how is he supposed to do this?

It takes some wangling, but eventually Otabek gets him onto the ice, and Yuri keeps replaying what Otabek had said in his head. When he feels nervous, he looks for Otabek, near the kiss-and-cry, and Otabek gives him the biggest smile and thumbs up, restoring Yuri’s confidence… a little.

[baconkat02]

Bacon Prompt 218

"This conversation is over!"

"Nah, It's just begun." Character B slams the door shut and shoves Character A into a chair.

"I'm not asking anymore. Tell me where (Character C) is now!"

"Or what?" Character A says with a smirk on their face.

[4ch1lles-wr1tes]

TW: mentions of bl00d, d3ath & a c0rp$3

Dialogue Prompt #3

Suddenly, everything fades back to normal again as the Hero regains their own consciousness back. As soon as they could move their own body and began to breathe normally after countlessly breathing sharply and heavily for a few hours, a strong scent was clogging up their lungs making them cough.

They look around to realise there was blood everywhere and a rotten corpse laying down at the floor inches away from them. Their eyes widened as they felt their body shiver from the sight. They felt like they would vomit. They immediately turned their head away from the horrifying sight, attempting to stand up and run away to the exit from the far right but suddenly got pulled back, making them crash into the floor and hitting their jaw. They yelp in pain. Both of their ankles were chained up to a wall next to a crooked window.

what the absolute FUCK happened to them..?

They slowly sat up, kneeling to the floor. Trying to puzzle up the last thing that they could remembered before they turn into this...mess. Suddenly, the door opens, letting out a creaky sound that made the Hero clinch their teeth. They kept quiet.

Footsteps echoed throughout the room, growing closer to the Hero who was seemed to be looking down at the floor this whole time while trying to plan on how to escape. “Oh Hero! Goodness, you're awake!” They immediately snapped out of their thoughts as they slowly looked up at the voice.

It was...Villain..?

“Aww, look at you. you look so adorable on that. Say, how was your little nap?” Villain said as their figure flickers through the lights. Hero's eyes twitched in annoyance as their hands form into a fist. If they weren't to be tethered right now they would've absolutely destroyed the Villain's arse. But instead, they glare at them. Not batting a single word.

“Awh, c'mon now babe..don't get all fuzzy now~! In my defense..„ The villain points a finger to the corpse beside them. “that guy WAS trying to kill you~ I had to put an end to them~!„ Hero's teeth clinched. Kill me?! How dare they?! “END TO THEM?! THEY WERE LITERALLY AN INNOCENT CIVILIAN TRYING TO GIVE ME A GIFT! THERE WASNT ANY KNIVES OR ANY WEAPONS INVOLVED IT WAS JUST A HARMLESS EXCHANG—„ The Hero was suddenly cut off after the Villain stepped closer to them, eyes beaming through the darkness of the room. They let out a wide smirk on their face.

“Love, I get that you're mad..really i do..but..„

They traced their fingers under the Hero's chin, grabbing it roughly while forcing them to look at the Villain's merciless eyes.

“Raising your voice isn't a solution, you should've thanked me for saving you..„ The villain whispered at their ear, hand gripping on their shoulder tight.

“Thank you?! I would THANK YOU?! My standards aren't that low if you would really think I, out of everyone, would thank you for murdering innocent lives for *pRoTecTiOn*!„ The Hero yelled, attempting to squirm their way out of the chains.

“Oh Hero...„ The Villain grins while whipping out their whip quickly.

“You will be after I'm done with you.„

[hunterjumperhoe]

Whumpee who doesn't speak the same language as whumper. Constant feeling of dehumanization as they struggle to learn and understand commands in a new language. Feel like a dog learning tricks. Whumper praises and pets them when they get a new command correct. Whumpee doesn't understand the praises, but craves the soft touch and gentle pats when they do the right thing.

[boo-u-2]

This one isn't really related to the fanfic, but it's based off one of the many comment exchanges we had lol! Just a quick sketch, tho.

@whumpprompts

[whatiswhump]

“He is in a deep stage of psychosis. You can try your best to hold a conversation but it seems as though the voices in his head are currently louder than anything we can say. Press the button if he becomes violent.”

“Has he?” John asked. It felt like the second day he had known Sherlock and Lestrade and Mycroft had engaged him in a drugs bust. John had been incredulous that they would ever even suspect him of something like that. Now Sherlock was violent? John was always the violent one…

-

“Hello- Sherlock?”

The man in the corner of the padded room was crumpled and unshaven. His face, if it weren’t for the presence of eyes, could have been mistaken for the skull that takes residence of his mantle. The man startled and then shook his head- attempting to clear out the cobwebs, “Do I know you?”

John couldn’t speak for a moment, suddenly aware of the tightness around his neck, “Well, er- yes you do… You don’t remember me?”

Sherlock began to pick at the hem of his white pants leg as he seemed to study John. Maybe he would start pulling out his deductions- what had John eaten for breakfast? That would be reassuring… But after sixty seconds he still did not speak.

“It’s John, My name is John Watson and I am your… - best friend.”

A cross look, that was right, “I thought I didn’t have any friends?”

John felt as though he could only stare, eventually, he managed, “What did they do to you?”

Sherlock thought hard, cogs turning, “‘Made me better’ - I suppose”, he was quoting someone.

“Well there was ECT, or so I’ve been told, but I don’t really remember…. And then there are drugs involved too? But I don’t really like those tabs I don’t think. But I don’t know- I think there might have been something I liked better before- but I can’t remember.”

John chose his next words carefully, “Are you… are you happy?”.

Sherlock looked surprised, “I don’t know?”.

[baconkat02]

"You're expecting me to say yes. But the real answer is... no."

"They said the same thing to you didn't they."

All the wumpee could do was nod their head in silence because they were to afraid of what their voice would give away.

"Please, sit with me. I want to show you that I wont ever do that because words can only go so far."

Whump Words #71:

“You know I wouldn’t do that to you, right?”

“….”

“Right…? W-Why won’t you answer me?”

[whumpdrafts]

So idea for a cosy game for the whump community.

I see so many cosy games were you run a farm or you perform some role where you need to grow or search for day to day supplies, and there’s always an element of getting to know or even romancing NPCs in the surrounding area.  I want a game where you’re specifically a healer. Your goal is to heal the sick and injured that come through your doors, be they visitors from out of town or the locals. There are several generic cases that come through your doors with varying degrees of severity and complexity, and sometimes you need keep patients in your little clinic to treat them over a period of time. To keep a more cosy game feel, the requirements to treat patients would not be made to be too stressful or realistic. There’d be a big emphasis on dialogue to employ your bedside manner and nursing them back to health by doing various little gameplay tasks.  The best part, is that the NPCs you form relationships with can become patients, they can either turn up at your doorstep needing your assistance or they can get sick or hurt on supply runs that they could accompany you on. And these quest lines with the named NPC are typically the most dramatic and involved. You could even have some NPCs who stick around in you clinic longer for more long term treatment. And maybe some goofy cases for levity, like someone getting their head stuck in something.  There can be a day and night cycle and seasons and certain types of injuries and illnesses are more likely to appear during set times in the calendar or time of day. Hypothermia and avalanche burials in Winter, heat stroke and burns in Summer etc, and emergencies could happen any time during the 24 hour cycle.  Maybe there’s a game out there like this and I just don’t know about it? Either way, I hope one day it exists. Because the opportunities here are just so good.  

[almadelline]

Whumpee prompt 3

Caretaker got shot while helping whumpee to escape from whumper. Caretaker is hiding his injury from whumpee but whumpee walks in when caretaker is taking the bullet out. Whumpee starts shouting at caretaker and during arguing caretaker has to hide from whumpee that his/her condition is getting worse.

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[furiouslywriting]

Masterlist of prompt lists

Heroes and villains

Hero and villain prompts

More hero and villain prompts

Still more hero and villain prompts

Banter

Banter/humour prompts

Banter/humour part 2

Banter/humour part 3

Last words

Last words prompts

More last word prompts

Chosen one:

Chosen one ideas and prompts

Chosen one 2

[baconkat02]

Smoke

He stepped forward unsure of his surroundings. The smoke was much too thick and no matter how much he tried it just wouldn't budge. Something had to be creating the smoke, but what.

He is one of the only people who isn't affected by it on a daily basis. For most, if they get too close to the smoke their eyes water and they cough from the smoke filling their lungs. His "master" sent him into the smoke as punishment for not waking up on time.

However, there are two flaws to this punishment. 1. The young boy had woken up on time, and even though he was rather ill he still managed to complete every task as scheduled. 2. If this was his punishment he was delighted. Since he is unaffected by the smoke he disappeared and planned on never returning. Even if that meant living in the thick clouds of swirling black and grey for the rest of his life.

But alas all of this came to an end as he walked out of the smoke and back into the fields. Or at least that's what he thought.