#mini whump prompt

[redd956]

Mini Whump Prompt 153

Whumpee was sure the "new whumper" poisoned them, or at least laced their drink with sleeping pills. The new whumper at least wanted them dead. Why else would they steal them away from the first guy, trap them in this small room, and keep them waiting in sweet anticipation?

Caretaker walked into whumpee's room, and asked, "Is there anything I can do to make you... less tense?"

Here they come again with these weird prompts and questions. What the hell does the new whumper want from them? They restrain me, drug me to keep me "calm", dress my wounds so they may have a blank canvas in the future.

"Whumpee? Respond to me please?"

[inkwell-and-dagger]

a whumper looking like a deer caught in headlights when they've been caught and whumpee is being rescued, instead of being that tough, intimidating person the public knows them as. that's the post that's all

[whump-in-the-closet]

Whump Prompt

“Kneel.”

“No. I’m not some— some weapon for you to command.”

“Not yet.”

[cupcakes-and-pain]

Give me an “asshole” whumpee, abandoned by all of their friends. And I mean all of them.

Ever since the whumper started threatening and hurting them, Whumpee, who was already unliked by most, would lash out at people and accuse them of secretly siding with Whumper. Eventually, people just got fed up with checking up on Whumpee. They got tired of making sure that Whumper wasn’t able to get them. They just left.

Caretaker lasted a while. They cared about their friend, the person who was there before all of this. The person who laughed at their jokes and made sure they never went too far with their bad attitude, even on their worst days. So Caretaker stayed for the old Whumpee, the one who didn’t have trust issues or severe anxiety manifesting it’s way into angry outbursts.

But Caretaker eventually realized that their version of Whumpee wasn’t coming back. Caretaker knew that Whumper was still out there, sending threats and ready to attack Whumpee the second they aren’t protected. Actually, they already have. Caretaker is just one person, and they’re only half invested in this whole affair. Whumpee is getting hurt again and Caretaker can’t or won’t do enough to stop it, just make sure Whumpee doesn’t end up captured.

Whumpee is spiraling, they see their last remaining friend slipping away. They know that their actions have pushed Caretaker far beyond their limits.

But they can’t stop themselves. Their unhealthy defense mechanisms have taken control.

“You don’t care about me! You’ve never cared, not since Whumper’s first attack! If you cared, you wouldn’t have let this happen!”

“I’m just one person, Whumpee! It’s not my fault you ran everyone else out of your life.”

“But you never stood up for me! You never convinced them to stay!”

Caretaker sighs angrily. “Look, Whumpee. I can’t do this anymore. I don’t like who you’ve become. I think maybe… maybe you’re a bad person. Maybe Whumper was right to hurt you.”

“Caretaker…”

But Caretaker doesn’t stay to listen. Whumpee sinks to their knees, sobbing. They don’t know how many hours they spend there, crying and pleading with no one in anger and despair and loneliness. But most of all, fear. Now that Caretaker is gone, truly gone, there’s nothing and no one left to protect them.

And Whumper is aware of this.

“Aww, Whumpee, are you all alone? I guess not even Caretaker could put up with how annoying you are. But don’t worry. If there’s one thing I can promise you, it’s this. I will never, ever leave your side until the day you die.”

[stealingyourbones]

Tim could see souls. It’s just something he’s always been able to do. Glowing apparitions of their true self and emotions that followed along their bodies.

It was a curse and a blessing. Helping victims of assault and abuse by reading the emotions and body language of their souls made his job significantly easier. It also meant he had to see the traumatized souls of his family.

Batman followed around by a dark grey glowing apparition of a very young Bruce Wayne. 8-13 in range. Wearing a rumpled nice suit. Blood that wasn’t his own splattered on his cheek. The face seemingly too young and too old at the same time. It’s steely eyes showed a life of grief, pain, and torture that looked so so incredibly wrong in a child’s body. It was never not alert. Always scanning its surroundings. Checking every possible exit and taking stock of possible weapons nearby. A child who dictated the rest of its life on grief and made the death of his parents mold him into who he was today.

Seeing Dick walk around with a light blue glowing child following him around. Hopping off walls, jumping around and doing acrobatics off every surface it could reach. It’s face and body changed. Flickering anywhere from 9 to mid 20s. It’s body language hopeful and energetic and yet it’s face seemed haunted. It had seen too much suffering at such a young age. Watching its parents deaths to growing up as a child soldier to protect the streets of Gotham. A battle Dick was willing to fight but a battle not suited for a child’s innocence. A path that shoved a young circus boy to see the horrors of the real world far too soon. It broke Tim’s heart to see Dick talk to Bruce and seem perfectly fine while his soul was curled in the fetal position rocking back and fourth right next to him.

The first time Tim sees Red Hood he had to choke back a scream. Whoever the mob boss was, they were broken. Their soul was sickly glowing green. Their soul looked no older than 10. Its skin seemed to be falling off in large chunks and yet no blood came forth from the wounds, almost in a comical cartoon zombie fashion. Its body was riddled with third and second degree burns. Blisters and charred skin that warped around atrophied muscle and tissue. A broken domino mask barley covered their left eye. It’s hair was greasy and sticking to their head in a tangled mess. A never ending stream of tears flowed from their bright green eyes. The thing that made Tim stop in his tracks out of all of this was what the soul was wearing. A tattered and mangled Robin uniform.

[whumpasaurus101]

Just wanna throw a tiny whumpee on a dart board and see how close i can get the darts to them. Hearing each whimper and squeak of fear, flinching as if anything is going to help.

[weirdstrangeandawful]

“I knew the clock would tick over to zero. I just wasn’t sure how high the numbers went.“

[whumpshaped]

quick projects r good bc i dont have time to get into the phase of "this is horrible i need to scrap it"

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Blast to the past

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 15

Prompt: Time travel

Rated: T

CW: Mild blood and gore; Mild horror; Monsters

Tags: Steve Harrington whump; Magic; Time travel (duh); Royal Eddie Munson; Steve Harrington needs a break

Notes: Some days, you get up, think of nothing bad, and you check your phone and your artist buddy @house-of-the-moving-image has sent you the most incredible mini comic in the world and the brainworms go crazy and you bash out 990 words in a weird fugue. We mayyy have been screaming about this to each other a bit too excessively. It may have grown a back story. I may wanna write 100k of this. Help.

“Oh, Steven, let's go to Europe, they said,” Steve grouses. “There’s culture and shit, they said. We can visit the castles. It’ll be a once-in-a-lifetime experience, they said.” 

Well, it damn well is turning out to be one hell of an experience! 

His side is on fire, his ankle stings with every step he hobbles, and he’s starting to bleed through his clothes. Just what he needs! Leave a warm, coppery trail to lead these things right to him. 

While he drags himself down the dark corridor, he wonders if he can sue. The guides did warn against leaving the travel group, on the one hand. 

On the other, they should probably have detailed the possible consequences. Like getting lost in the ruins and being chased by monsters with rotting grey skin and maws full of fangs, and fucking claws that slice through clothes and skin like a knife through butter.

This kind of shit never happens in Hawkins. He’s never going on holiday with his parents again.

Something behind him clatters. When he whips around, the shadows at the end of the corridor move. He hears snarls and sniffing, the tick of claws against stone. They’re coming closer. 

“Shit,” Steve swears, forces himself to go faster, using one hand against the wall for support. “Shit, shit, shit, c’mon!” 

He doesn’t even know where he’s going, just that he needs to get away if he doesn’t want to be monster fodder. 

His fingers catch on something. 

There’s … a narrow doorway in the wall, half hidden by a tangle of thick vines. A sliver of silver light is falling through it. 

“What the-” 

Something behind him shrieks triumphantly. 

Steve doesn’t think for another second, just ducks through the doorway. 

He finds himself in a cavernous room, moonlight trickling in through arched windows. Right in the middle, on a dais, is a throne carved from solid stone. On it is a tall, hooded figure. 

Except that isn’t true. As his eyes adjust to the light, he realizes that the throne is covered in what looks like an old shroud, tattered and torn with age and vaguely human-shaped. It’s overgrown by more vines, like it has been here for a very long time. 

And that is the moment the monsters slam into the doorway behind him. 

He yelps and stumbles further into the room, trips on the first steps of the dais and lands square on his ass. The monsters snarl and snap at him, and for a blissful second, he thinks they won’t fit through the doorway. 

But then the first distorts its body like a snake’s jaw and squeezes through. Steve watches in horror as they trickle inside, surrounding the dais like a pack of feral dogs. One of them swipes at him with its claw, and he instinctively shuffles up the stairs, backwards and on all fours. The monster lunges after him-

-and hesitates at the foot of the dais.

Like it’s afraid, like there’s some invisible barrier. 

It’s only now that he realizes the steps are inlaid with an intricate pattern of symbols, shining in the moonlight like liquid silver. The monsters try to get at him, but every time they touch the symbols, they recoil as if burned. 

“Ha!” Steve’s mouth tugs into a hysterical grin. “Can’t cross, huh? Well, too bad, you ugly-” 

The largest of the monsters steps over the barrier. A sizzle of silver sparks runs over its form as it does and it jowls like an injured cat, but it still advances. Steve swears and skitters further back, until his back hits something solid. The throne. 

The creatures are moving slowly, like something is physically holding them back, but they are gaining on him inch by inch. There’s no escape, except … 

Steve clambers onto the throne with clumsy limbs. The shroud is cold and brittle under his hands and the vines tear into his bleeding skin, but it’s the only place he can still go. If the monsters are afraid of the dais, maybe the throne will be enough to deter them. Maybe he’ll be safe here, maybe he can wait until help arrives, maybe- 

And then it happens. 

A sound booms through the silence, rattles his bones. A sound like the chime of a clock. 

Then another. 

And another. 

Steve yelps and covers his ears, screws his eyes shut. The light of the sigils on the ground seems blinding all of a sudden. 

The creatures howl. 

And then everything goes quiet. 

Steve waits with baited breath for the feeling of claws tearing at his legs, but nothing happens. The snarls and growls are gone. 

Instead, birdsong fills his ears. The faint sound of footsteps and voices, hooves on cobblestone and the clang of metal against metal. Instead of dust and decay, the room suddenly smells like wood and smoke and forest. The light shining through his eyelids isn’t silver anymore, but golden. 

“Fuck,” Steve breathes. “The hell was all that?” 

“Oh, those?” somebody chuckles. Somebody very close by. “Those were wraiths. Scary little fuckers, aren’t they?” 

Steve swears his heart misses a beat. Because upon closer inspection, the roughness of the vines and shroud against his skin is gone. Instead, there’s a body under his, a hand running idly down his side, all the way down to his ass. He’s sitting in someone’s lap. 

Steve snaps his eyes open. There’s a guy looking back at him, a guy with a shit-eating grin set in a handsome, dimpled face, framed by a spill of dark curls. There’s a crown on his head. 

“Now what I’d like to know,” says the guy, and gives Steve’s ass a hearty squeeze. “Is what I did to deserve getting a pretty little thing like you dropped in my lap. Not that I’m complaining.” 

Steve does what any sensible person would do in his situation. 

He faints. 

And that’s his first encounter with King Edward the Banished. 

Part 2

All my holiday drabbles

[obiwanwhumpminibang]

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[redd956]

Mini Whump Prompt 131

Whumpee stared at the smoking cup of coffee that whumper demanded them to make every morning. After a long thorough look at their reflection through brew, they wandered over to where whumper sat and poured the scalding drink onto them.

[inkwell-and-dagger]

a whumpee with long hair being held in place by whumper keeping a hold on their hair like a leash

[whump-in-the-closet]

Whump Prompt

“How do you feel?”

“Everything…everything hurts.”

“Good.”

[treehuggerthegreat]

something i really need to get off my chest even if i just post this privately is That i really dislike ‘caretakers’ in whump writing. or ‘whumper’ i feel like it makes a character (even if they’re just a hypothetical one) feel very 1 dimensional and it makes me so OKAY JUST HEAR ME OUT!!! whumpee i don’t mind much, it makes the prompt or what your talking about a little clearer. But it feels like it’s putting it into a box and making sort of roles which makes it feel less like a prompt and more like we’re in an omega verse fandom and i mean this really lovingly and affectionately and no hate to any of yall. I have a vast amount of characters and i write stories and books and I can say with out a shadow of a doubt, not ONE of them fall under ‘whumper’ or ‘caretaker’ because i develop them as their own individual character. Not even my antagonist are ‘whumpers’

So one of my main antagonists literally burns cigarettes on the MC and abuses the MC. Tries to kill her on her 18th birthday. Shes her mom, and the main character PHYSICALLY cannot leave that situation with out getting the authorities involved until she turns 18. Mom sounds like an ass, she beats ‘whumpee’ up! why would i NEVER call her a whumper? because she’s a whumpee by that logic. Her mom was extremely emotionally abusive, and half the time not fully there. Her shitty ass dad got murdered in front of her when she was just a kid. but Her mom isn’t a whumper either, because she too would be considered a whumpee. She was a world renowned flapper girl, everyone loved her. she LIVED for the fame and her face in newspapers. But behind the scenes she was actively ignoring her distant parents as they continued to try and marry her off. She was then forced into the marriage when she got pregnant with the guy (much so against her will which is why she killed him.) and ever since she’s been delusional and not fully there. It’s generational abuse.

more ramble under the cut + extra clarification on what I’m trying to say

okay but that’s just generational abuse right? There are other whumpers in the real world! Yeah i guess there’s sadists and serial killers, but like, there’s SOOOO much more guys.

I have a mini antagonist, he’s in highschool and he’s meant to be the toxic narcissistic ex of one of my characters. But he’s falling apart trying to get attention, he’s not fully aware of the damage he IS doing. Ass he may be but again behind the scenes he’s constantly fighting with his dad who refuses to do anything around the house and who is also transphobic (she’s bigender but i’ve been using he to make it less confusing right now) and now she has to take care of her little sister and act like a whole ass mom. As a sophomore. In high school. Not only that but her mom died, so she has to struggle with that. She’s just an annoying ass teenager, she doesn’t understand how to treat people or how she’s supposed to be handling what she’s dealing with. But getting attention and being liked at school? now that’s the shit. That’s like drugs for her. But to what lengths does she go to get that extra validation? He uses his boyfriend almost like an accessory. He’s not considerate of his feelings, and most likely doesn’t understand what a relationship is SUPPOSED to be.

Unless you’re making a sociopath character, which i LOVE a good sociopath character, you have to treat them like they also have humanity. Most of the time villains don’t just. Do shit to do it, they have some sort of background that lead up to this!!! And also even then with sociopaths they’re their own individual characters separate from the people they hurt!!! and also NONE of these are end all be alls and all characters must be developed this way!!!!

just my advice and stuff <3 i love all of you out there and i can understand why using certain roles and terms are the go to, and i’m not stopping you!!! i just really wanted to give my two cents so i can possibly help other writers!!!

[hermesmyplatonicbeloved]

Ongoing Fandom Events

Idk about you guys, but finding PJO events to participate in is hard. Here are a few, happening on tumblr and/or ao3. Feel free to participate, or just enjoy the fanworks! Also feel free to check out @/pjobulletinboard for events I might've missed.

Last Updated Feb 4th, 2024. I'm updating this post regularly, so make sure and view the original post on my blog for the most recent updates.

Edit: If you know of an event and want to add it to this list, send me an ask with the link or tumblr blog tag.

9 - 2024 Events:

Rare Love of Olympus @/percabeth4life

Date: Jan 8-12, 2024 Type: Fest Ships/Characters: Rare pairs (any ship with less than 100 fanworks on ao3), open to both platonic and romantic relationships Other Criteria: No min/max wordcount

Spring Squinox Gift Exchange @/percyjacksongiftexchange

Date: Feb 16th-March 19th, 2024 Type: Exchange Ships/Characters: Any Other Criteria: Min 1000 words. No max wordcount. All fics must be completed by deadline.

PJO Equinox-Solstice Exchange @/pjo-equinox-solstice-exchange

Date: Jan 22-March 24, 2024 Type: Exchange Ships/Characters: Any Other Criteria: no NSFW, min 1000 words for fic or 1 drawing for artists etc. (see post for details)

Jasico Bingo Challenge: Valentines's Day @/jasico-challenge

Date: Feb 2024 Type: Bingo Ships/Characters: Jason Grace/Nico di Anglo Other Criteria: No min/max wordcount. NSFW allowed.

Febuwhump 2024 (multi-fandom) @/febuwhump

Date: Feb 2024 Type: Month long prompt event (29 prompts for 29 days) Ships/Characters: Any Other Criteria: NSFW is allowed. Prompts should be answered in the form of whump.

PJO/HoO Big Bang, Summer 2024 (unconfirmed) @/pjo-hoo-bigbang

Date: Summer 2024 Type: Big Bang Ships/Characters: Any Other Criteria: No NSFW. Min 8k for one-shots and 20k for multi-chaptered fics. No max wordcount.

Hades/Percy Fest @/hadesxpercy-events

Date: May 26-June 1, 2024 Type: Fest Ships/Characters: Percy Jackson/Hades and Percy Jackson/Hades/Persephone. Other Criteria: NSFW allowed. No min/max word count. See post for more details.

Polympians Event @/takaraphoenix

Date: May 28-June 21, 2024 Type: Fest (14 prompts for 28 days) Ships/Characters: Percy Jackson/Any god. Rare pairs welcomed. Other Criteria: No min/max word count. NSFW and SFW allowed.

Percico/Nicercy Fest Week @/percico-nicercy-events

Date: August 18-24, 2024 Type: Fest Ships/Characters: Percy Jackson/Nico di Angelo Other Criteria: No min/max wordcount.

16 - 2023 Events (Possibly Re-Occurring):

Lavinia Asimov Week @/oranglesswrld

Date: Feb 28-March 6, 2023 Type: Fest Ships/Characters: Lavinia Asimov Other Criteria: Include Lavinia's Jewish heritage, any fanwork type is welcomed.

The Trials of Apollo - A Mini Bang @/toa-minibang

Date: March 19 - August 31, 2023 Type: Bang Ships/Characters: Any from TOA (?) Other Criteria: Join discord server (on the post) for more details.

Riordanverse Flash Fic Fridays @/drewtanakaweek

Dates: March 24, March 31, April 7, April 14, May 12, May 19, May 26, June 2 Type: Flash Fiction Ships/Characters: Any Other Criteria: No min/max word count.

ToApril 2023 @/plumblossom37

Date: April 2023 Type: Month long prompt event (1 prompt per day) Characters/Ships: Apollo, Meg. Other Criteria: no NSFW. Keep it toa-related.

Seafam Mermay 2023 @/seafamblr

Date: May 2023 Type: Month long prompt event (1 prompt per day) Ships/Characters: Percy Jackson, Poseidon, Tyson, Amphitrite, Triton, Kymopoleia etc. Other Criteria: No min/max word count.

Percy's DILFs Week @/percys-tits

Date: May 30 - June 5, 2023 Type: Fest Ships/Characters: Percy Jackson/any father character. Criteria: SFW and NSFW welcomed.

Odyssey of Percy @/stucksolangelo

Date: June 2023 Type: Month long prompt event (2 prompts per week) Ships/Characters: Percy Jackson/Any (crack ships encouraged) Other Criteria: Min 100 words a week. No max word count.

Solangelo Week 2023 @/solangeloweek

Date: June 18-24, 2023 Type: Fest Ships/Characters: Will Solace/Nico di Angelo Other Criteria: Any type of fanwork accepted.

Sapphic Summer Riordanverse 2023 @/sapphic-summer-riordanverse-2023

Date: June 28-24, 2023 Type: Fest Ships/Characters: Any F/F ships. Other Criteria: No min/max wordcount.

Perpollo Week 2023 @/perpollo

Date: July 9-15, 2023 Type: Fest Ships/Characters: Percy Jackson/Apollo Other Criteria: No min/max word count.

Riordanverse Rarepair Week @/them-awesome-rarepairs

Date: Aug 20-27, 2023 Type: Fest Ships/Characters: Any rarepair, or canon pairing that's not endgame. Other Criteria: no NSFW, respect the characters canon sexualities, more details on post.

This or That @/chbnet

Date: September 2023 Type: Fest Ships/Characters: Percy or Annabeth, Camp Halfblood or Camp Jupiter, Percabeth or Solangelo, Gods or Heroes, Thalia or Percy or Nico Other Criteria: No min/max word count.

Seafam Week October 1-7, 2023 @/seafamblr

Date: Oct 1-7, 2023 Type: Fest Ships/Characters: Percy Jackson, Poseidon, Tyson, Amphitrite, Triton, Kymopoleia etc. Other Criteria: No min/max word count.

Drew Tanaka Week @/drewtanakaweek

Date: Oct 22-28, 2023 Type: Fest Ships/Characters: Drew Tanaka/Any Other Criteria: No min/max word count.

PJO Gift Exchange 2023 @/rrverseummerbang

Date: Oct 24-Dec 30, 2023 Type: Exchange Ships/Characters: Any Other Criteria: no NSFW, min 1000 words, for art 1 finished polished piece.

Twelve Days of Nicercy Christmas @/percico-nicercy-events

Date: Dec 14-25, 2023 Type: Fest Ships/Characters: Nico di Angelo/Percy Jackson Other Criteria: No min/max word count.

[sindirimba]

per my post yesterday, a mini rec list for TOG things i've read recently and enjoyed:

The Gift of the Body by lasuperbia Nile is gone when he returns from exile. Then an unnamed calamity turns the world into a post-apocalyptic fantasy. Booker leaves to find her. - so good, so atmospheric, so heartbreaking yet hopeful.

Float by @xenokattz The whole immortal but dead to the world while people hunt us thing apparently took longer than eight months, one week, and three days to process, who knew? - patting myself on the back for prompting this. very sexy and cozy.

the peaceful quiet you create for me by @sluttyhenley Nile has seen a lot since she first died. She's lost count of how many times she's died. But sometimes some deaths hit harder than others. And sometimes what Nile really wants is to be held. - noticing a cozy trend here. cozy pre-relationship stuff.

Wargame by @gold-talisman Andy takes the rest of the team into a deep, dark forest for reasons unknown. - just fun to read and makes me happy

Collapsing Walls by @scimitar-and-longsword “Keep talking, it helps to have something to focus on.” Booker said, he opened his eyes and looked up at her. - some nice early fandom days whump, delicious.

Shark by @aimmyarrowshigh They're immortal mercenaries. Blood doesn't faze Booker. - :>

that's all for now but more later i'm sure. and of course there's my big effort post as well.