augustofwhump

[augustofwhump]

Hello! And welcome to the whump gifmaking challenge! I'm your host @aceofwhump and I'm excited to bring another year of a whump challenge specifically created with gifmakers and visual artists in mind.

The challenge begins in August!

Rules:

All gifs posted must be made by you. Do not just post gifs using the gif keyboard and claim them as yours and do not repost other people’s gifs. No AI-generated content please.

Various mediums are welcome! So long as the visual art aspect is the focus you can make whatever you want. Yes this is primarily a gifmaking challenge so everything is geared towards that but any visual art is welcome. If you draw, make moodboards, edits, videos, etc you’re welcome to participate!

You can use the prompts however you like. There is no wrong way to use a prompt. Feel free to interpret them however you wish. If you think it counts as whump? It's whump! Make it! Angst, comfort, emotional whump, small things, big things, it all counts so no need to over think it.

Tag all potential triggers (things like emeto, gore, nsfw, blood, eye whump, rape/noncon, etc.) When in doubt, tag it.

Tags to use when posting so I can find your ppst: #whumpedit, #whumpgifathon, #whump gifs

Please try to include the show/movie title, character names, and episode number (if applicable) somewhere either in your tags or in the post caption. This way anyone interested in watching it can find it easily.

An example of a way you can caption your gifsets:

@whumpgifathon | Day #: "prompt description"Show/Movie title, episode number, character name

2025 Prompt List

A text version of the prompt list can be found below the read more:

Whump Gifathon - August 2025 Prompt List

Day 1: A Whumper’s Toolbox

Needles  |  Crow Bar  |    Baseball Bat

Day 2: Accidental Whumping

Falling   |  A Hard Whack  |   Broken Glass

Day 3: Space: The Final Frontier

Spacesuit   |   Isolation  |   Hull Breach

Day 4: Emotions Are Overwhelming

Fetal Position  |   Grief   |   Panic Attack

Day 5: How Did We Get Ourselves Into This Situation?

Sports Injury   |   Captivity   |   Bullying

Day 6: Skills/Theme - Tiny Details

Zoom in, show us those tiny whump things that give you whumperflies. Eye fluttering closed? Bruising? A bandage peeking out? Shaking hands? Tear tracks? What's your favorite? Show us!

Day 7: Say What Now?

“Are you okay?”   |   “I don’t feel good.”   |   “I got you”

Day 8: We Didn’t Start the Fire

Burns   |   High Fever   |   Smoke Inhalation

Day 9: You Should Probably Get That Looked At

Self Care   |   Broken Bones   |   Bleeding

Day 10 : All Tied Up With Nowhere to Go

Ropes   |   Shackled   |   Pinned Down

Day 11: The Tortured Whumpees Department

Waterboarding   |   Whipped   |    Drugged

Day 12: Vulnerability

Scar Reveal   |   Hidden Injury   |   Laid Bare

Day 13: Skills/Theme - Hold Your Positions!

Today is all about stress positions! Every whumper loves a good stress position but I’m sure we all have our favorites. Is it being hung from the ceiling by their wrists? Or maybe having them kneel down with a rope around their neck to hold them up? Or having their arms tied to a pole so they’re stretched to the sides? Show us your favorite one!

Day 14: Try a Little Tenderness

Comfort   |     Help to Walk   |    Blankets

Day 15: “You’re Safe Now.”

Rescue     |  Dragged to Safety    |     Protective

Day 16: I Don’t Feel So Good

Passing Out    |     Throwing Up      |      Dizziness 

Day 17: Aesthetic 

Covered in blood   |   Bruises    |    Tear Stained

Day 18: Hospital

Needing Oxygen   |  Coma  |  Bedside Vigil  

Day 19: Skills/Theme - Gif making!

Today we’re gonna showcase our gifmaking skills. Whether you’re a beginner or long time gifmaker this is the day to learn something new or to practice something you think you can improve on. Coloring? Subtitles? Blending? Text animation? Overlays? Background coloring? What do you want to show? What do you want to learn? What do you want to try?

Day 20: Language Barrier

Harsh Words   |  Different Languages   |   Alone

Day 21: Rumors of My Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated.

Resurrection     |     Presumed Dead     |       On The Run

Day 22: There is No “I” in Team

Team Member Whump     |     Forced to Watch       |       Search and Rescue

Day 23: I Put a Spell On You

Magical Healing    |   Cursed     |    Witch Burning

Day 24: Get Me Out Of Here

Buried Alive   |  Trunk of a Car   |   Collapsed Building

Day 25: Skills/Theme - Underappreciated Tropes

We all have our favorite tropes that don’t get enough attention right? Here’s your chance! Give them all the attention and love!   

Day 26: Environmental Disasters

Earthquake  |  Hurricane  |  Wildfire

Day 27: It’s Just Temporary (Maybe)

Amnesia    |   Blinded  |    Hearing Loss  

Day 28: A Whumper’s Delight

Caged     |    Stabbed    |    Manhandled/Grabbed

Day 29: The Past Comes Back To Haunt You

PTSD     |   Terrible Childhood     |      Flashbacks

Day 30: Skills/Theme -  Location, Location, Location

The place of the whumping is just as important as the whump itself. What’s your favorite? A forest? Hospital? Abandonded buidling? The ocean?

Day 31: 

Beaten     |   Gunshot     |      Collapsing

Alternate Prompts:

Caught in an Explosion

Animal Trap

Coughing

Handcuffed

CPR

Knife to the Throat

Flinching

Withdrawal

Ice Pack

Hanging off a Ledge

[augustofwhump]

Hello! May I ask what the free day entails exactly? Do we just make everyone suffer however we want lol

Yes indeed that is exactly what free day entails

No rules do whatever the hell you want

[augustofwhump]

Hey! On the Extra Info/Questions post it says it's okay to do it late, but what about about early? I'm considering possibly combining some of the prompts with an event that runs before this one if that would be alright.

You can do whatever you want but if you want to post on ao3 then it’s not going to be open

That and also i’m probably not gonna reblog them if you do

Not hate to you! It’s just that well. The thing goes on in august so the floodgates so to speak are only set to open then

Late stuff is always rbed bc so far its manageable given the amount of people who have participated and late stuff will always be allowed because it’s a 30 day event and some people just get very busy you know

I dont mind but it might not get reblogged here if you post it early

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Hi! This is my first year of participating (or as much as I can) but I do have a question! With the prompts I see there are 3 other mini idea/prompt guys, and I'm just curious as to what those are? Are they certain things needed in the writing? Hopefully this question makes sense :')

Wingapo! Very excited to have you!!

Those three prompts off to the side are just more options for you to try/ tack on/ explore! For example! Day 1: “Where am I?” | Slurred Speech | Duct Tape | Darkness What can you do?

You can have a character say "Where am I?" or just embody that idea of being lost/ confused in your fic

A person who's speech is slurred from being drugged/ drinking/ having a tooth pulled

duct tape over the mouth, duct taping your way out a Situation (I super recommend the Mythbusters episode where they show you all the cool ways you can survive being stranded on a desert island with just duct tape for survival!)

Darkness! Ah! It could be good old "I can't see anything" or struggling with inner darkness/ demons. Just shut your eyes and think about all the stuff you could be within inches of and how unsettling that is.

And you can pick and choose what to incorproate and what to leave out! At first glance, this list of four prompts screams "I'm being held hostage in a warehouse by the docks and tortured for information." But that's just me.

Other fun options:

Slurred Speech + Duct Tape = you're trying to escape but your drugged idiot friend won't shut up and is going to get you caught, so you duct tape their mouth shut til your escape

"Where am I?" + Duct Tape = did you just run into an early 2010s college party where girls are wearing duct tape dresses that look like iPods while being chased by bad guys? Is one of them an assassin waiting for you, knowing this detour was inevitable? Surprise, sucka! You just got stabbed during a Katy Perry song.

"Where am I?" + Darkness = everytime you take off the blindfold, you're still wearing a blindfold. Ooooo.

Slurred Speech + Darkness = did someone hit you over the head, frame you for murder, and dump your unconscious ass on an indoor roller coaster/ haunted house ride with the murder weapon? I bet you they did!

Sky's the limit, my friend! Do as much or as little as you want, and run with it in whatever direction it takes you! :D

[augustofwhump]

Just double checking, as I've seen other events have it in their rules (not a lot, but enough that I always ask in case), but is it alright to do the prompts out of order? Ex: on day 3 doing the prompts for day 14 or something.

I ask because I get ideas for scenes of stories that I use the prompts for, but the scenes aren't in order of the prompts more than half the time. And as much as my brain likes to jump around, I've found it easier to fill them out if I at least have them organized in chronological order than in date order.

Anyway, usually what I've seen is people asking not to do a later day before it's out (in posting the entry, that is), so in those cases I've been deciding to wait until the end of the month to post things. So I was just curious and wondering ahead of time.

-@bilightningwhumper

You know what that’s pretty valid actually. I see no reason why not

[augustofwhump]

Can we post a snippet from a larger work (I.e, a few paragraphs from my novel) for a prompt? Or does it have to be specifically written for this event?

The goal with this event is for the prompts to get you to make something new. Like, your stuff may fit a prompt just fine, but then the prompt isn’t really being used as a prompt to get you to create something, it’s being used as I dunno, a category or a label

On ao3, this is a pretty strict boundary I hold, but on any other platform, I don’t see why I should enforce it so harshly.

It might make me a little disappointed because then what makes that writing specifically an august of whump thing, but honestly this is the do what you want corner. I’m just here to encourage people to create and have a good time

[augustofwhump]

I’m a bit confused; for the multiple prompts for one day,, do we have to use all three for that day? Can we only use one? Two?

Sorry for the dumb question, I’ve never participated in an event like this before :/

You can do as many or as few as you want. Generally this is a “do whatever you want” zone so whatever works for you, go ahead and do it! I think it would genuinely be hard if you tried to do all three every day but that’s just me haha

There’s a handy little list of clarifications at the end of the prompts post that you might find helpful in case you have other questions!

[augustofwhump]

Chapter Twenty-Four: Humiliation

"Are you saying I bullied you into not asking me out?"

Rating: M || Genre: Romance, Angst, Whump, Hurt/Comfort || Summary: Reddington's latest Blacklister is the face of a successful cruise line — and a former competitor in the luxury goods smuggling business. To obtain Albert Sconce's ledger, Liz and Ressler will have to go undercover as newlywed, prospective clients for an extended cruise on Sconce's newest ship. As they blur the lines they'd otherwise never cross, danger unfolds at every turn, threatening to sink their op and take them down with it.

[Read on AO3]

For @augustofwhump 2024

[augustofwhump]

DREME 10TH ANNIVERSARY WHUMP EVENT

Ten years ago, I played Final Fantasy 1. I made four characters: a monk, a thief, a red mage, and a white mage. Two of the four, the monk, Drusus, and the thief, Keme, caught my eye and I grew to fall in love with them and their characteristics.

And thus. My love of OC making began.

And here I am, still loving these two dorks. So to celebrate, why not have a whump event to celebrate!

This event runs August 10-16 2025! However, you're more than welcome to join in now or much later!

For those who are unable to see the template, the rules and prompts are under the cut!

DREME 10TH ANNIVERSARY WHUMP EVENT

August 10: Rescue

August 11: Protectiveness

August 12: Whumpee x Caretaker

August 13: Kidnapped

August 14: Self sacrifice

August 15: Knives

August 16: No holds barred beatdown

RULES

1. Anyone can join, not just whump blogs!

2. NSFW, gore, etc are allowed, just make sure you tag properly and use community labels! If it's not tagged properly and/or no community labels are used, I unfortunately can't reblog it, sorry!

3. Anything can be used for this challenge (art, writing, gifs).

4. If you want me to find your posts for this event, tag your posts #dreme 10th anniversary event

5. NO AI.

6. While these prompts are for August 10-16, you're more than welcome to start early or late! This is just for fun after all!

7. Have fun!!!

[augustofwhump]

AUGUSTOFWHUMP ’25

A whump event set in August, run by @starryybrained!

Write-up of prompts & rules under the cut!

AUGUSTOFWHUMP PROMPTS:

Day 1: brainwashing / heavy / overheating

Day 2: sold off / bleeding heart / bargaining

Day 3: greed / on display / black and blue

Day 4: blurred vision / hallucinogen / haunted

Day 5: shadow / rules / ransom

Day 6: coughing fit / bone saw / seeing red

Day 7: flashback / faint / noxious

Day 8: defiance / distrust / numb

Day 9: simple / disgust / gutting

Day 10: overthinking / meat / memory loss

Day 11: nausea / squeeze / vertigo

Day 12: long day / migraine / mind control

Day 13: countdown / marked / shame

Day 14: lacerations / limping / intubation

Day 15: religious trauma / dissociation / helpless

Day 16: body swap / disorientation / dissection

Day 17: panting / panic / pet names

Day 18: zip ties / taut / torn muscle

Day 19: silenced / stalking / regret

Day 20: car crash / burns / bloody nose

Day 21: ooze / withdrawal / open wound

Day 22: pistol / body slammed / blinded

Day 23: weep / intimacy / immobile

Day 24: sacrifice / unresponsive / recovery

Day 25: force fed / struggle / found

Day 26: unworthy / endless / execution

Day 27: filmed / lies / left behind

Day 28: long gone / gashes / can’t breathe

Day 29: slaughter / undone / love

Day 30: coward / forget / death wish

Day 31: free day (or, “fuck it we ball” day)

ALT PROMPTS:

Afterlife

Self-destructive habits

Food poisoning

Hatred

Treated as an object

Broken bone

Mindfuck

Amputation

Used as bait

Relapse

Apocalypse

GUIDELINES:

Prompts should ideally be responded to in the form of whump

Creators can make any type of media they want (Yes, this includes any kind of media, no matter how niche. As long as it’s creative, it’s allowed)

You can do as few or as many prompts as you like

You can complete these prompts in tandem with any other event or other prompts (such as in combination with Bad Things Happen Bingo, AU-gust, etc.)

DO NOT use ai. I can’t be entirely sure what is or isn’t, but I trust you to at least put some type of effort in your creations. These events are no fun otherwise!

Tag & trigger warn your content accordingly

Yes, NSFW is allowed (and this year you CAN tag me in it! Aka I’m eighteen now baybeee)

Tag your works as #augustofwhump and/or #augustofwhump2025. (No spaces please! From now on I’ll only be reblogging what I find in these specific tags for my convenience.) In addition to that, you can also tag this account — @augustofwhump. I’ll try to reblog whatever I can!

Extra info and clarifications here

AO3 collection coming to an AO3 near you in the summer of 2025! (Check og post for link update)

[augustofwhump]

I don't want your apology

Fandom: Ateez

Sickie: San

Caregiver: ?

Prompts:

Feveruary 2025: 11 “you’re burning up”, alt 1 forced to work @feveruary

Fluffbingo: “It’s just so much.” @flufftober

March whumpness 2025: 6 alone, 8 exhaustion, 20 fainting, 29 collapsing at work @marchwhumpness

Whumpril 2025: 25 too weak to stand, alt 11 missed medication, alt 13 “Why won’t you believe me?” @whumpril

Angstpril 2025: 4 “I trusted you”, 8 ignored, 9 “I don’t want your apology”, alt 1 “did you even care?”, alt 3 collapse @angstpril

August of whump 2024: alt collapse @augustofwhump

No one’s POV.:

San sighed as he plopped down in the backseat of a taxi. The rest of the group had long since been able to go home for the day but he had been stuck at his solo schedule till late into the night. His entire body ached from the exhaustion, head throbbing. Knowing he’d feel far worse if he didn’t eat well to fuel his body, San opened the takeout bag and glanced at the kimbap in disgust. For some reason, it didn’t look the slightest bit appealing, which was weird considering how long he had gone without food. There simply hadn’t been enough time for him to eat, so perhaps the dull ache in the pit of his stomach was hunger pain. With a sigh, San sank his teeth into his late-night dinner, wanting to be done eating once he got back to his dorm, so he could collapse straight into bed.

Shortly before the car came to a halt, San suddenly flashed hot, the car’s interior seemingly closing in around him and he was glad when he could finally get out. His head spun for a moment and he had to brace himself against the trunk before the cool night air cleared his head, allowing him to stand up straight. Shakily making his way up to his dorm, San envied Seonghwa and Mingi for already being home. He stifled a soft burp against the back of his hand as he kicked off his shoes, wincing as the kimbap he had forced down sat heavy in his stomach. Eating so late never really worked well for him but it had never actually made him sick, so he figured he’d be fine if he just went to bed to sleep it off. Especially because he barely had any time left to sleep anyway.

Sleeping it off didn’t work for San though and only half an hour later, he found himself kneeling on the bathroom floor, knuckles turning white as he clutched the toilet seat. His throat burned as he brought up wave after wave of barely digested kimbap. San didn’t even try to stay quiet anymore at this point, partially hoping one of his dormmates would wake up and come to check on him. The dorm stayed quiet though, an eerie silence hanging over him as San sat back on his heels, only disrupted by his panting. Still trembling, he pulled off his shirt and cringed at how sweaty it had become in only a matter of minutes. A shudder ran down his back and he swallowed hard. When had it gotten so freaking cold? There were only a couple of hours left till his alarm would go off, so he should really get to bed but his legs had gotten all numb from kneeling there.

San stretched out his legs, trying to ignore the tingle as blood flooded through them again. Swallowing, he tried to ease the burn in his throat but it was to no avail. He couldn’t even get rid of the vile taste because the sink was so far away and his legs still felt like jelly, refusing to carry him. Defeatedly slumping back against the wall, San ran his hand over his sore abs. What had he done to deserve this misery? And how had both Seonghwa and Mingi managed to sleep through his ordeal? San knew he wasn’t a quiet puker by any means, but they were probably exhausted too. Still, he hated being alone when he was sick.

After what felt like ages, San finally managed to pull himself to his feet, though he was still a little wobbly. He had a few sips of water and rinsed his mouth with mouthwash before grabbing some painkillers for his headache. There was no way he could take them right now, not with how bubbly his stomach still was, but he would place them on his nightstand to swallow as soon as his stomach calmed down. Why did they have to split up dorms? He really didn’t want to sleep in a room all by himself right now but he also didn’t feel like he could go bother Seonghwa or Mingi, so he tiredly trudged back to his room and flopped down on his bed.

Morning came far too early for San’s liking though he counted it as a success that he hadn’t thrown up again that night. His stomach hadn’t really calmed down though, so he doubted he could handle eating breakfast today. When his eyes fell on the painkillers on his nightstand, he quickly shook two into his palm and swallowed them dry, wincing as they scraped his raw throat. Since he still felt a little chilled, he threw on an oversized sweater and made sure to wear loose pants, so they wouldn’t dig into his middle. Luckily, Mingi was already in the bathroom getting ready and San managed to catch Seonghwa alone in the kitchen.

“Good morning”, he rasped as he walked up behind the oldest and poured himself a glass of water. Seonghwa greeted him with a smile and took a sip of coffee. Carefully sipping his water to see if his stomach would tolerate it, San pouted: “Hyung, I don’t feel good. Can I stay home today?” – “Aish, Sannie”, the older chuckled, “I know you have a special dislike for that choreographer but come on. You gotta grow up. We can’t just fake sick whenever we dislike our schedule. Now, come on. Get ready or else we’ll run late.” San was stunned. His hyung didn’t believe him?! Shit, he had completely forgotten what schedule they had today. He couldn’t do this. Not today.

Though Seonghwa had brushed him off, the eldest seemed more amused than annoyed at San’s perceived attempt at skipping dance practice. The same wasn’t true for the rest of the group though. None of them really enjoyed working with this choreographer, so the atmosphere in the practice room was already tense to begin with. “Why won’t you believe me?”, San pouted after Hongjoong chewed him out for acting childishly. Rolling his eyes, the leader reminded: “I know you don’t wanna do this but we have no choice. He’s good at his work and we need him if we want our next comeback to be a success.” There was still another hour left till San could have another dose of medicine and knew he’d need it if he was forced to work. By now, he was convinced that he was also running a fever and when he went to check his bag, he realized that he had left the medicine on his nightstand at the dorm.

“Woo, you don’t happen to be carrying some painkillers?”, San whispered during one of their water breaks. Leaning back against the wall, Wooyoung ran his hand through his sweaty hair and sighed: “No, I don’t and seriously, Sannie. Taking medicine just to keep up an act isn’t good. It’s not healthy to swallow this stuff unnecessarily.” – “You have no idea how necessary it is”, the older muttered bitterly but Wooyoung didn’t hear him. Having missed his medication, San was feeling more miserable by the minute. He tried talking to Hongjoong again but the leader ignored him. Eyes burning with tears, San trudged back to his position and took a deep breath. His vision was already fuzzy around the edges and he feared that if he lost his breath, he might faint right there. He didn’t think he could handle being scolded for ruining another run-through although it wasn’t in his control.

By some sort of miracle, San made it through most of the song before the dizziness really hit but when it did, boy did it hit hard. It felt like someone pulled the rug from under his feet. Luckily, he didn’t stumble too much but he barely heard the last few beats over the ringing in his ears, tumbling to the floor the moment the music was cut. For a moment, he must’ve been unconscious because he didn’t even feel the impact of his body slamming into the ground but when he came to, all he was really aware of was pain.

A hoarse whimper escaped San’s limps as he clutched his head, the throbbing unbearable. His stomach cramped, making him subconsciously curl in on himself, which took a lot more effort than he had anticipated because his aching muscles strongly protested the movement. “Stay down”, Seonghwa instructed, a gentle hand on San’s shoulder keeping hi down, “Shit, you’re burning up.” – “Told you”, the younger breathed, weakly sitting up despite Seonghwa’s objections. The water San had sipped earlier sloshed nauseatingly in his stomach and he feared if he lay down flat, he wouldn’t stand a fair chance at keeping it down. Hongjoong’s heart raced as he requested the others give them space. How could he have ignored his dongsaeng when he so adamantly told him that he couldn’t keep going.

“Shit, Sannie, I’m so sorry”, Hongjoong mumbled as he knelt down next to the younger, offering him his water bottle. Weakly pushing it away, San whispered: “I don’t want your apology.” What he really wanted was to go home, to lay down in his bed and not on the practice room floor, to take the medicine he had forgotten, so he’d hopefully feel less shitty soon but he couldn’t voice that. Not with how heavy his tongue felt in his mouth, already struggling to swallow the saliva that filled his mouth at an alarming rate.

Before either Seonghwa or Hongjoong could react or even comprehend what was happening, San pulled the hem of his shirt up as his stomach lurched, the water he had forced himself to drink suddenly gushing from his lips. Though taken by surprise, Seonghwa gently patted his dongsaeng’s back when he choked on a cough. San shuddered with a retch, his stomach burning as it tried to bring up something that wasn’t there. Since he had skipped his breakfast that day and had already thrown up his dinner earlier, stomach acid and bile were all that was left and burned his already strained throat on the way up.

Holding the trashcan underneath San’s chin, Yunho hummed: “Try to take a deep breath.” He had traded places with Hongjoong because San looked so obviously uncomfortable with the leader’s presence, who now gathered the rest of the members and left the room with the choreographer in tow. Drawing a shaky breath, San broke into tears. Sobs wracked his frame while Seonghwa did his best to comfort him. “I know you probably don’t want to hear it right now but I’m really, truly sorry for not believing you”, the eldest whispered, carding his fingers through San’s hair to get it out of his face. Squeezing his eyes shut, the younger whimpered: “I trusted you, hyung.” – “I know you did, love”, Seonghwa sighed.

“Did you take any medicine?”, Yunho asked after helping the other removed his soiled shirt. Wiping his lips on a clean corner of his shirt, San shook his head and mumbled: “I took some this morning but missed the next dose. They’re on my nightstand, so I asked Woo but he didn’t have any.” – “I have some”, Seonghwa frowned, feeling San’s forehead again, “Do you think you could stomach them right now?” The younger shook his head again as another wave of tears washed over him. “I wanna go home”, San choked out, exhausted from the night he had had and the torturous dance practice that had taken the rest out of him, “I’m sorry, it’s just so much.” – “No, you’re the only one who doesn’t have anything to apologize for”, Yunho scolded, “And especially not for feeling upset and overwhelmed right now. Let’s get you cleaned up. You can borrow my hoodie, yeah?”

Yunho helped San clean himself up, while Seonghwa packed their bags. “Do you think you can stand?”, the eldest asked, offering him a hand. Shaking his head, San mumbled: “I-I feel like jelly.” – “It’s okay”, Yunho smiled, “We’ll help you but we should really get you home.”  They soon came to realize that San hadn't been kidding. It took them both immense effort to hoist their dongsaeng to his feet and even more to keep him there. “Hyung, I don’t feel good”, San slurred, squeezing his eyes shut. He wasn’t sure if he was going to faint again but his vision was cloudy to say the least.

With San in their middle, Seonghwa and Yunho slowly shuffled to the door, hoping Hongjoong was already arranging a ride for them. In the hallway, they ran into Wooyoung, who paced anxiously in front of the door. When San and him made eye contact, the older breathed: “I really needed medicine.” – “I know, Sannie. I’m so sorry”, Wooyoung apologized, trying to hug his friend. Shaking his head, San muttered: “Did you even care?” The younger bit his lip, eye trained on the floor. Of course, he did care but he surely hadn’t acted like it, so he couldn’t blame San for being hurt. “We’re taking him home now, Woo. Do you know where Hongjoong is?”, Seonghwa asked calmly though he was slowly starting to sweat from how much strength it took to keep San on his feet.

They found Hongjoong at the front desk, chatting with their manager, who seemed stressed when they approached, frowning: “Hey. I heard you weren’t feeling well, San.” San shook his head, trying to stand up a little straighter between his hyungs but he was still unbearably dizzy and too weak to hold his own weight. “Do you want to go to the hospital to get checked, since you collapsed or would you want me to take you back to the dorm?”, the manager offered, closely studying San’s ghostly pale face. Drawing a shaky breath, San rasped: “I really just want my bed please.” – “That’s alright”, his manager agreed, “We’re already working on the schedule changes to make sure you’ll be off for the rest of the week to recover.”

“Sannie-“, Wooyoung called after him, guilty still eating him up. Turning his back on his friends, San sighed: “I don’t want your apologies, I trusted you.”

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Please check out the rules before beginning to complete the prompts!

Continuing on if you have lmao

Maylancholy Prompts 2025:

May 1. "Don't leave me here."

May 2. Major character death

May 3. Shattered trust

May 4. Bleeding out

May 5. "I can't feel my hands."

May 6. Buried alive

May 7. Feverish and delusional

May 8. Shackled

May 9. Wrong place, wrong time

May 10. "You don’t remember me, do you?"

May 11. Cursed to suffer

May 12. Dragged back

May 13. Choking on blood

May 14. Paranoia setting in

May 15. "Please, just kill me."

May 16. Held at knifepoint

May 17. Left behind

May 18. Possessed

May 19. "I swear it wasn't me."

May 20. Overworked and collapsing

May 21. Stabbed in the back

May 22. Trapped with them

May 23. No way out

May 24. "You were never supposed to find out."

May 25. Drugged and defenseless

May 26. Branding iron

May 27. Forced into silence

May 28. Tied to the altar

May 29. Haunting whispers

May 30. "This isn't real."

May 31. Escape... or not?

Alternative Prompts (If any daily prompt doesn’t take your fancy feel free to replace it with one of these!):

Alt 1. Crawling to safety

Alt 2. No anesthesia

Alt 3. Drenched in something awful

Alt 4. The sound of chains

Alt 5. Shoved into a tight space

Alt 6. A wound that won’t heal

Alt 7. Gasping for breath

Alt 8. Marked for death

Alt 9. Waking up somewhere unfamiliar

Alt 10. "It’s already too late."

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day 22 of @augustofwhump : stitches | robbery | insects

The first time that Gwen gives Ben stitches, he cries.

The Omnitrix glows red on his wrist, useless, and there's a bloody piece of shrapnel laying on the pavement next to Gwen's knee. Her shaking fingers are smeared with Ben's blood from when she pulled it out of his side. She narrows her eyes and focuses on moving quickly and efficiently, ignoring the sounds of chaos above their heads; ignoring the way that Ben's expression twists and he has to bite his shirt to keep from crying out loud. The white cotton is soaked with his spit and tears.

"Almost done," Gwen mutters. She means for it to come out sounding gruff, to be the tough-love that Ben wants when he's in 'hero mode,' the kind of encouragement that Grandpa Max is always giving him. But her voice trembles as badly as her fingers, bloody and struggling to maintain a secure grip on the needle.

Ben doesn't acknowledge that she's even spoken. He just squeezes his eyes shut and whimpers every time he shifts.

The paltry first aid kit that Gwen managed to find in this basement is half-empty, half-expired. Her thoughts are cloudy and she's never been trained in medicine, so she dumps a bottle of hydrogen peroxide over Ben's side and takes it as a good sign when the wound hisses. (She can't bring herself to think that Ben's sob is 'good' by any stretch of the imagination.)

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day 21 of @augustofwhump : set up to fail | bitter | creep

"...after seeing the numbers, can you still sit there and say that your collateral damage is worth it, Tennyson?" Harangue asked.

Ben blinked. "I, um..." He bit the inside of his cheek nervously. "Could you repeat the question?"

Harangue raised an eyebrow at him. "Again?"

Under Harangue's stare and the burning stage lights, all Ben could do was squirm. He groped through his head for something, anything, that he could say.

"I, ah... Um... Property isn't worth as much as people's lives," Ben settled on. It was true, and he believed it, but his words came out hesitantly and it sounded like a question.

Harangue furrowed his brow. "Tennyson, are you even paying attention?"

Honestly, no, he wasn't. How could he? Ben felt itchy and hot all over, his shirt sticking to his back and his breathing shallow. It wasn't just the lights or the cameras, and it certainly wasn't Harangue — the man was as intimidating as styrofoam. 

It was the heavy presence at Ben's side, hanging onto him like an anchor. The couch was big enough to fit four people, but she was pressed right up against Ben's side. Her perfume was so heavy that it was dizzying, and she had her hand resting on the couch next to Ben's thigh.

His stomach churned. Ben wanted to be sick.

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day 20 of @augustofwhump : contaminated | escape | test

It wasn't supposed to be able to affect humans. 

They'd received a distress signal towards the end of their road trip, on the outer edges of the galaxy. A remote Plumber outpost was being consumed by native fungus, and it was releasing spores that put the soldiers into a deep sleep. 

There was a cure, but the soldiers had to be evacuated first for it to work, and the part of the base where they stored the hazmat suits had already been overrun.

So Rook turned the Proto-TRUK in the direction of a dingy little planet that Ben hadn't been able to see out of the window, and an hour later, they landed. 

The debriefing was quick and happened while they walked. The only person left with any authority at all was a passionate rookie who the others huddled behind, like a legion of baby ducks haplessly following their mother. 

"Are you three human?" The rookie asked, pointing between Gwen, Kevin, and Ben.

Kevin and Gwen glanced at each other. "Kind of?" Gwen shrugged.

The rookie grimaced. "Our research has shown that the spores are ineffective on humans. If you're not fully human, we can't risk it."

"I'll go in," Ben offered. "I'm fully human."

So he was suited up.

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