#prompt 28: no…not like this

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Febuwhump 2024 | Day 28 | Prompt 28: “No…not like this.”

Rated: G | Words: 288 | Summary: Missing scene from Season 3 Episode 4. [SPOILERS]

This story was inspired by @isthereanechoinhere96’s post! [see it here!]

A hand falls heavily on his shoulder, shaking him. “Hunt, wake up!”

Hunter startles, not sure when he closed his eyes, how much time passed between one blink of his eyes and the next. The data pad he’d been pouring over sits in his lap, screen dark with idleness. He looks up and finds Wrecker leaning over him, his face twisted with an expression Hunter hasn’t seen in months: hope.

“What? What is it? Did Echo find something?” Hunter asks, lurching to his feet.

Wrecker steps back, shakes his head. “No, but a coded message just came through. You have to see it for yourself. I think…” Wrecker’s voice breaks. “I think it’s her.”

Hunter doesn’t breathe, doesn’t move, the shock of the words paralyzing him. This is a dream, an awful dream that he will wake up from. Her. Omega. No. It isn’t possible.

Wrecker is grabbing him now, pulling him to the console where the message is still pulled up. “Look! It must be talking about the moon where we met Hera, right? That’s what it means. It has to. Only Omega would send a message like that.”

Hunter reads over the message. Once. Twice. Three times. He gasps out the breath he’s been holding like a sob. And maybe he is crying. “It’s her,” he whispers.

Hunter doesn’t know if he can continue standing upright, his legs threatening to give out; however, before he can decide, he is engulfed in Wrecker’s arms.

“‘Course she found us!” Wrecker is laughing and crying, his embrace so tight Hunter can barely breathe.

Hunter finally reaches up and pats Wrecker’s arm, until his brother releases him. “Put in the coordinates,” he says, voice unsteady. “Let’s go get our girl.”

END

Forgoing my taglist for this one since it contains spoilers!

[paralogues]

HEY. DID YOU KNOW. YOU CAN DRAW WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT????

(inspired by this edit of shadow in a dress, and this amazing art by @disastermanagement! outfit based off of this that i found on pinterest)

[serickswrites]

Allowed

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, forced to watch, drowning, infection, rescue, mcd, hurt/no comfort

"Whumpee, you're never allowed to die," Caretaker said as they wrapped their arms around Whumpee. The two of them had crawled into bed after a long day of soft, gentle moments together.

Whumpee smiled and leaned into Caretaker's touch. "I'm never going to leave you, Caretaker. I promise. I love you."

Caretaker kissed Whumpee fiercely. "I love you. And that's why you're never allowed to die. You have to live forever."

"Forever sounds good with you, Caretaker."

The conversation played in Caretaker's mind over and over again in the time that Whumper had them. Whumper had, unfortunately, gotten the drop on both them and Whumpee. Caretaker had fought back more once they saw Whumpee being hauled away as well. They couldn't let Whumper take Whumpee.

"Hurt me," Whumpee offered as Whumper chained them both to opposite walls. "Hurt me instead of them, and I won't fight back."

Whumper stared at Whumpee, their head cocked. "You would do that? Offer yourself up in their place. Why?"

Whumpee's eyes flashed. "It doesn't matter why. I just promise I won't make your life hell if you hurt me instead of them. I'll do everything you want me to do. Just don't hurt Caretaker."

Caretaker screamed their protests, but Whumper only had eyes for Whumpee. "You have yourself a deal."

And so Caretaker had to endure days and days of watching Whumper torture Whumpee. Days and days of watching Whumper drown Whumpee in a filthy tub. Days and days of begging Whumper to stop. Days and days of being shot down. And days and days of watching Whumpee grow weaker and weaker.

"S-S-Someone-one-one isssss b-b-b-ound tttttooooo f-f-f-find ussss," Whumpee said as they lay in the damp heap Whumper had left them in. Caretaker knew without having to ask that Whumpee felt like crap. They suspected that the infection that Whumpee had told them about two days ago was much worse than Whumpee led them to believe. They knew Whumpee's fever hadn't broken--Whumpee sweated profusely despite the cool temperature of the room and their eyes were fever bright.

"Someone has to be looking for us. You just need to hold on a bit longer."

Whumpee opened their mouth to speak, but a violent coughing fit left them trembling and breathless. They closed their eyes and nodded their head.

"I wish you would let me take your pace. I can take it, Whumpee. Please. You need your rest."

Whumpee shook their head. "Nnnnnn," was all they managed as they started to cough again.

Caretaker opened their mouth to protest, but the door banging open had them shutting their mouth as they watched Whumper stalk towards Whumpee. "We have very little time left, I'm afraid. I'd like to get all of the enjoyment I can before I leave."

"Me! Hurt me! I'll be so good for you. I promise!" The words tumbled out of Caretaker's mouth in a jumble. Their time was almost up? Someone had found them. Someone was coming for them. Whumpee just had to hold on a bit longer.

Whumper smirked. "But where's the fun in that?" They kicked out at Whumpee, their foot connecting with Whumpee's ribs. Whumpee let out a breathless cry. "This one is so much more fun to watch. They have such a pretty face under the water, don't you think?"

Caretaker let out a wordless yell, trying to draw attention to where they were. Whumpee began to slowly move, their eyes meeting Caretaker's. They nodded. Caretaker just needed to distract Whumper. Whumpee wasn't restrained any longer like Caretaker was. They could, in theory, fight back. Whumper had taken them at their word. And now Whumper was going to pay.

"WHY DID YOU--" Whumper froze as they heard the sounds of someone somewhere in the compound. "Fuck."

"WE ARE IN HERE! HELP!" Caretaker screeched.

Whumper took two steps towards Caretaker, "I am going to--"

But they never finished speaking. Whumpee threw themself at Whumper, arms flailing at Whumper's face. Caretaker watched in horror as Whumpee struggled against Whumper, their fist connecting with Whumper's jaw.

"HELP!" Caretaker shouted once more as the sounds of someone came close. "WE ARE IN HERE! HELP US!"

Whumpee gave a yelp of pain that had Caretaker freezing. Caretaker looked up to see Whumpee fall back into the filthy tub, landing with a loud clank, Whumper smirking as they slowly rose. They moved like they were hurting, and Caretaker couldn't help but be pleased with Whumpee.

The door banged open as Whumper took a step towards the tub. "FREEZE! PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" Multiple voices shouted from the doorway.

Whumper started forward and the world erupted into sound, light, and smoke as the rescue team surged in to fight back against Whumper. Caretaker shrunk back against the wall trying to stay out of the fight. They were sure Whumpee was safe in the tub. They had to be safe.

And just as suddenly as the chaos began, it ended. Whumper was on the ground, hands cuffed behind their back, and the rescue team entered the room. "Uncuff that one on the wall. Get a medic in here for Whumper." The leader ordered.

"Whumpee, Whumpee needs help! They're sick." Caretaker said quickly. "Please. They need a medic."

The leader nodded. "Prioritize the victims first." Their team quickly dispersed, leaving Caretaker with only one rescuer.

Caretaker was quickly freed and they stumbled towards the tub. Whumpee's legs hung over the edge, their pants dripping with water. There was still water in the tub? "Whumpee?" Caretaker called.

Whumpee's legs didn't stir. Their legs hung limply and the only sound was the dripping of the water. Caretaker's mouth went dry as they could finally see the tub in its entirety. "Whumpee!"

Whumpee lay face up, their upper body and face completely submerged in the dingy water. Their eyes were closed, their hair floating in the water around them. "No! Whumpee! No....not like this!" Caretaker shouted as they hauled Whumpee out of the water. Whumpee's limbs flopped bonelessly in Caretaker's arms as Caretaker lay them flat on the ground. "Come on, Whumpee. They found us. They found us! Open your eyes. Whumpee!"

Whumpee's skin was cool, cooler than Caretaker would have expected given how sick they were. Caretaker pressed their fingers to Whumpee's throat, hoping that they were wrong, hoping that this was all some trick. Caretaker's heart sunk as they realized Whumpee had no pulse. "No. No. NO." They began to perform CPR. "Somebody help me, please!" They sobbed as they pumped Whumpee's chest. "Come on, Whumpee. You promised. You can't die. You promised. You can't leave me. Not like this." Their vision became blurry as they sobbed harder and harder.

Caretaker felt two strong hands on their shoulders. They fought against the pull. They couldn't stop. Whumpee wasn't dead. Whumpee couldn't be dead. Whumpee wasn't allowed to die. But as the pull became stronger, more hands appeared. Hands on Whumpee's throat. Hands on Whumpee's chest. More hands on their back.

"You have to let them go, Caretaker. You have to let them go, we can't help them if you're doing all of this." The words in Caretaker's ear made sense. But didn't. If Caretaker stopped, if Caretaker let go, Whumpee might die. And Whumpee wasn't allowed to die.

"I can't," they sobbed. "I can't. They'll die. Please. I can't."

"They're already gone, Caretaker. There's nothing you can do. They hit their head on the side of the tub when they fell. They weren't awake when they went under water. They're gone. Let them go, Caretaker. You have to let them go."

Caretaker stared down at Whumpee's lax face. Their lips were pale with a blue tint. Their body only moved with Caretaker's movement. Otherwise Whumpee was deathly still. No. It couldn't be. "Whumpee's not dead! They're not, you'll see!"

The hands squeezed their shoulders tightly. "Whumpee is dead, Caretaker. I am very sorry. We were all too late. Whumpee is dead."

At the last words, Caretaker collapsed forward, sobbing harder than before. They pressed their face into the crook of Whumpee's neck as they sobbed. They had failed Whumpee. Everyone had failed Whumpee. Whumpee was alive when help arrived. But help wasn't fast enough. "Oh, God. Whumpee. Please."

Whumpee didn't move. Didn't breathe. They lay there, sopping and cold. They lay there beneath Caretaker and they didn't respond. Because death had claimed them. Caretaker sobbed harder as they realized Whumpee was well and truly gone.

[whumpacabra]

Day 28 - Sacrifice

Military setting, captivity, graphic character death, self sacrifice, forced to choose, forced to watch, dissociation, restraints, shock collar, electrocution, dogs, rabies, referenced torture

[Directly follows Devil's Mercy]

It took Harrison’s brain too long to figure out what was happening, the shouting voices and strangled sounds around him echoing too close, too loud, too much like his own screams in the Box. By the time his eyes were open, he was next to Elias, hands bound behind his back where the pair knelt in the cell.

Merrick was shivering - half with rage and half with pain - fresh blood bubbling over the shock collar. The Wolf held him by his hair where he knelt, forcing the captain to look at the pair still in the cell. Harrison flinched, aware of the pistol muzzle teasing the back of his neck.

“You lied to me, little pig.” The Wolf crooned, tutting softly as he used his grip on Merrick’s hair to drag him up into a full kneel. “Now, I have to make this more unpleasant for all of us.”

He roughly let go of Merrick, the man dropping back to sit on his heels, blood stained teeth bared in defiance.

“I didn’t - ”

Harrison winced in sympathy, his captain seizing as the shock collar crackled to life. Merrick dropped forward, forehead pressed to the concrete as he fought to stifle his too-loud gasps of pain.

“I don’t recall giving you permission to bark, American dog.” The Wolf crouched to his level, eyes alight with cruel glee as another shock sent a spasm down Merrick’s spine. He nodded over his shoulder to one of the guards. “Bring it in.”

Elias was panicking next to Harrison, sobbing gasps too loud in the silence of Merrick’s strained wheezing. Harrison couldn’t look at him, knowing the helplessness and terror that would be painted on the younger man’s face.

“What did he lie about?” Harrison’s voice croaked as he spoke, the water lingering in his lungs making every breath raw. The pistol behind his head moved, and he braced for the snap of a blow to the back of his skull.

It didn’t come; the Wolf had raised a hand, staying the guard’s own. Harrison shuddered under his gaze, something hungry - something curious, dripping with saccharine mock pity.

The Wolf opened his mouth, some silky lie surely on his silver tongue, when the door to the holding cells opened.

It was the most miserable animal Harrison had ever seen - skin hanging loose on its skeletal frame, its mangy fur falling out in bloody clumps. Some kind of shepherd, though it was hard to tell with its degraded condition.

The dog was muzzled, syrupy drool slathering the thin iron cage that rattled with its smothered snarls. The guard that brought it in held it on a pole - no leash, as though it would turn around and bite him in spite of the muzzle.

The Wolf stood, knees cracking as he smiled at the beast. Two guards dragged Merrick up, tossing him unceremoniously into the cell opposite Harrison and Elias’ own.

“This is a very simple choice, Captain Merrick.” The man shivering on his hands and knees still glared up at the Wolf, but the spark of fear in his eyes couldn’t pass as defiance. “Someone needs to answer for your lies. Save yourself, by all means - I’m the last person who will judge you for self preservation. But if that’s your choice…”

Those dark eyes slid over the pair in the opposite cell, and Harrison could swear he saw a crack in the man he knew as the Wolf. It was a hairline fracture, something glued back together almost perfectly - but the seam remained. The Wolf didn’t want to be doing this; at least, Harrison reasoned, he was sad to see some of his toys go.

“Well, we’ll put it down before it mauls both of them to death. Give you time to see the other waste away…if he lasts long enough, maybe we can turn him on you - human bites are surprisingly powerful.” The Wolf smiled, clacking his teeth together for emphasis as he turned his back on Harrison and Elias. “If one’s lucky enough to avoid getting bitten, I’ll leave them be. Like I said - self preservation isn’t something I want to punish, seeing as it’s in your best interest to cooperate.”

Merrick lowered his gaze, neck unsteady and eyes faltering as he stared at the pair on the other side of the aisle. Harrison shook his head minutely, movements stiff and eyes hardened with determination. They may be cuffed but the cell was fairly large - that dog was on its last legs anyway, if they could coordinate and tag team turns as bait and switch -

Elias had stopped shaking, the silent tears falling from glassy eyes. Harrison couldn’t count on him to stay sharp (and he didn’t blame the poor kid, as much as it pained him to admit). The exchange Harrison had with his captain the night before settled like a lead weight in his stomach.

“Take care of each other. Wake me if I start dreaming.”

There was no waking from this nightmare.

“Choose, captain, my patience is not infinite and time waits for no one.”

Merrick’s eyes met Harrison’s, the captain’s swollen, bruised face still managing a fond expression before he blinked, and looked up at the Wolf.

“Me.”

The whisper set off the shock collar, even expecting it Merrick fought to choke back his sobs as blood ran in thick rivulets from his burned and bloodied throat. The Wolf nodded, no gloating speech or orders spoken as he gave the guard and dog a wide berth.

The growling animal pulled at the cord around its throat, attention firmly on its handler as the cell door rattled closed.

“Unmuzzle it.”

Harrison looked up at the Wolf, torn between screaming at him and begging. Begging for enough mercy to just shoot both the poor creatures in that cell across the aisle and put them out of their misery.

But why draw this out, in all its theatrics, if the Wolf didn’t want this to be a show.

Merrick crawled forward, hands shaking as he reached for the muzzle’s clasps behind the dog’s head. With the dog’s focus still on its handler, its only reaction to its freed jaws was to bark between ragged, salivating gasps.

The metal cage clattered to the concrete floor, drool from the dog’s jowls pooling as it snapped at the pole still holding it in place. Merrick inched away, to the very back of the cell - almost hidden enough in the shadows that Harrison wouldn’t have to see his face.

The cord around the dog’s throat loosened, the beast slipping free in an instant, barking and pawing at the handler beyond the bars. A soft, pitchy whistle came from Merrick’s corner of the cell, and the dog’s ears twitched, frantic and futile attacks on the door shifted to an unsteady, panting prowl towards the source of the tune.

The whistling stopped abruptly, the dog’s snarls smothered by the sounds of rent flesh and a stuttering scream. It had bit his leg, not his throat - and the shock collar was still active. Harrison squeezed his eyes shut, as though that would stop the horrible sounds echoing around him.

“Do your captain the honor of bearing witness to his sacrifice.”

Harrison almost didn’t realize the Wolf had spoken, the words so soft he barely registered them over the spasming screams and crunching bones. Harrison looked up at the gory scene, almost wishing he could go wherever Elias had gone, eyes open but unseeing, ears deaf to the cacophony of suffering around them.

It felt like hours. Days. For agonizing minutes Harrison hoped he was still in the Box, the smell of dog and death and blood a bad dream. But finally - finally - the screaming stopped, wet gurgles melting into a death rattle as the rabid dog kept tearing at the dead man’s throat.

A single pistol shot downed the dog without so much as a whine, its maddened brains spilling on top of Merrick’s disemboweled corpse. The two lay entwined in death, soaked in blood that seeped toward the drain in the center of the cell.

The Wolf and his men filed out of the holding cells silently, ghosts stalking from a successful haunting.

[Directly before Finish Line]

(Part of my Freelancers: Swansong series)

[gallawitchxx]

prison boyfriends my beloveds 🖤 if your mind doesn't read "soaking wet" & immediately go to prison shower porn, that's cool too! but if you're digging the idea of a slippery shag, check out this little ditty from maybesheglows about the day husband!ian gets his leg cast off!

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day 28: "you look good all soaking wet" for kinktober 2022 by @gallavichthings

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“You look good all soaking wet,” he says as he corners you against the grimy shower tiles.

You’re in fucking prison. Someone breathing down your neck and crowding your backside shouldn’t get you hot. It should make you downright scared, waiting for the moment when a shiv slides between your ribs.

But this ain’t no ordinary sentence you’re carrying out.

“Don’t got a towel, man,” you explain, canting your hips until they’re flush with something stiff.

He clicks his tongue and goosebumps cover your naked flesh.

“Guess I’ll just have to suck you dry myself.”

He drop to his knees.

[dogco11ar]

been having extremely vivid and unsettling dreams lately but the one i just had felt way more intense than the others. i had a fake ‘catch up’ convo with someone from my past and he ended it by asking me “did fulfillment make the world feel a whole lot smaller?” and pushed me awake

[fragiledate]

cringetober day 31: HALLOOWEEEEENNN!!!!

[tennessoui]

Idk whether you’re still accepting these or you’re just doing the ones that are still in your inbox but uhhh curse + erotic dreams 👀 you legit always come up with the best ideas despite how weird the combos are !

you are officially my last one!!! congratulations!!

ok idk the numbers but thank you for giving me the meanings bless you understand something intrinsic about me.

#. curse + # erotic dreams

ok ok i'm gonna throw in another level here of soulmates just because i can. so obi-wan and anakin find out they're soulmates when anakin is 18 (some sort of ritual every 18 yo goes through). obi-wan insists from the second he finds out that they're platonic soulmates. he doesn't think nor want his padawan in any sort of romantic way. what they are is completely and utterly, platonically two halves of the same soul. brothers, but closer.

anakin, who has been sort of crushing on his master for a few years now, goes from having the best day of his life to having the worst day of his life pretty instantaneously.

which is one of the biggest reasons he's so intent on padmé when they meet when he's 19. soulmates are jedi things, and his soulmate thinks they're platonic so why not go after the pretty woman he remembers from when he was a kid?? him and obi-wan are platonic and always will be and that's fine with anakin. that's so fine with anakin that he's going to marry someone else two weeks after meeting them. it's FINE.

anyway fast forward like two years, height of the clone wars, and a rogue nightsister working with the sith puts a curse on obi-wan, putting him in a deep sleep. anakin, you know, goes pretty berserk at the thought of something bad happening to his current soulmate-former master and kills everyone in his path. he takes obi-wan back to the temple for healing, but the healers can't wake him up--he's stuck in his head, his own dreams.

so anakin, as his soulmate and firmest tether to reality, goes into his mind through their bond in order to pull obi-wan back to consciousness. but he has to go through all of his dreams first. some good. some nightmarish.

imagine his surprise when he exits a dream of qui-gon dying in obi-wan's arms to find himself in a half-lit, half-finished erotic dream, as if it had been shoved to the back of obi-wan's mind before it could finish forming with anakin as the star. anakin pushing obi-wan back onto the mattress and riding him silly, anakin kissing him up against the door, anakin sinking to his knees beneath their dining room table to suck his master off.

imagine his surprise when he realizes that maybe the person obi-wan was trying to convince the most about them being platonic soulmates was himself all along.

what is a married man supposed to do when he realizes the man he's been in love with for years--his actual soulmate--is in love with him as well and was just lying about it for the past few years?

[sacredpit]

↳               ❛ you gonna be a good boy for me ? ❜

     sender :   @wiitchtime      /     source :   prompted     /     status :   open .

    the indelicate inquiry cuts through kakyoin’s composure ,   though only shallowly ,   evidenced solely through the halt of blinking eyes   &   the curious parting of sealed lips .   bright lavenders then raise to survey the subject placed across from him ,   her unaltered air of   confidence   wordlessly clarifying that her utterance had been in every way intentional ;   confirmation to what he’d already believed to be the case .

many bizarre things have been said to him on the job   ━━━━   the unpredictable diversity of his encounters is a premier aspect of what makes field work   thrilling ,   rival to only the adrenaline rush of combat .   but her question is unsettling in a manner   exceedingly specific ;   similar words had once been strung together   &   draped over him to elicit a reaction ,   sailing smoothly along an imperious tone all but   identical   to that in which she had just addressed him ,   albeit a taste for carnage doesn’t seem as evident upon her tongue .   

despite this ,   the images of his past flashing across his eyelids serve to remind him of   why he is here ,   rather than dredging up fears long conquered .   he is not the person he was when he first encountered dio ,   &   he hasn’t been so pathetic a creature since he faced him for the final time amid the modernity of an ancient land .   thus ,   the fact that she’d managed to sound like   him   intentionally or otherwise is more   grating   than it is distressing .

“   is that meant to be some kind of condition for you to offer information ,   ”   kakyoin starts ,   quirking a roseate brow behind his glasses ,   “   or are you making formalities ,   miss ??   ”   there’s a roundness to his tone that equips his curiosity with authenticity ,   but it exists inside the sharpness of polished intellect ,   wit .   “   either way ,   as intrigued as i am by your story   &   your connection to dio ,   i resolve to behave in whatever manner i see fit .   ”

[conradrasputin]

[set-phasers-to-whump]

just wondering, are you doing febuwhump this year? i saw it circulating and thought id ask! you’ve got a great writing style

hi thank you so much!! tbh I’m not sure if I’m gonna do febuwhump, although in the past I’ve done it and enjoyed it a lot, this year I really don’t vibe with a lot of the prompts 😔

[aro-aizawa]

Okay I know it's very last minute but I have some requests for Whumptober 🥺 Day 6, ransom video, Edward Elric - Day 7, shaking hands, Zuko - Day 8, back from the dead, Marinette. And no pressure if any of them don't vibe with you/are too last-minute because I will for sure have more requests soon and I'm sure something will 😂 plus I'm already very excited for what I see has already been chosen, especially 4 and 28 👀 Anyway good luck with it this year!! I'm going to try too but probably w/ original stuff so it won't be up on AO3 or anything. But I'm going to be commenting on everything for sure (at least everything for my fandoms, so ATLA, MLB, & FMA, and maybe possibly DP too) and I can't wait to see what you do with the prompts this year!!

ooo these are something!! and dw abt it being a bit late, i've been seriously getting behind on working on my prompts lol. it's amazing i've even managed to finish three of them (so the first three days are looking good lmao)

i have no idea if these'll end up getting used as i have a p full block already and my writing inspo is always as random as spinning a wheel like fifty times and throwing out all the options that don't feel right before giving up and coming back another day lol

the only one that i know i won't be doing (sorry) is day 8!! im currently working on that one now bc i had a big galaxy brain breakthrough on that last night and im excited for this one ahah

[serickswrites]

Thunder

Warnings: abduction, yandere whumper

“Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?” Whumper whispered in Whumpee’s ear. 

“What? No! What the fuck!” Whumpee shrieked as they recoiled from Whumper. 

“We see eye to eye.” Whumper said as they cocked their head. 

“No. No, we do not.” Whumpee said as they rose from their chair. They needed to get out of there and away from Whumper. 

“I can feel the thunder breaking your heart. You are lost without me.” Whumper punched the wall next to Whumpee’s head. 

Whumpee flinched and started to walk away. “Can’t you see just how lost you are without me?” Whumper grabbed Whumpee’s wrist.

“The only thing that is lost here, is your mind. Let me go!”

“I just need to help you remember how much you need me. See how much I guide you.” They pulled Whumpee close and clamped a hand over Whumpee’s mouth to muffle their pleas. Whumpee would understand. They would see. 

[kessielrg]

Troilus looked to Pyrogen.

“I want a divorce.” he said in a flat voice.

“That’s… not legalized yet.” Beck asked, sounding really confused and completely missing the point.

[apollo-cackling]

the tragic moment when games' tendency to view numbers in multiples of five run up against my aesthetic dislike of fives

[febuwhump]

FEBUWHUMP 2024 PROMPT LIST

this year's prompts were chosen through a suggestion poll (in which we recevied 2,281 prompts) and a subsequent vote, where over 1,000 people voted for their favourites. the top 29 make up the core prompts, and a mixture of the next most popular - and this blog's personal favourites - have become the alternates

i’m so excited to see what you all create with these prompts, and hope they’re inspiring enough to trigger a whole month’s worth of creativity for you! if you have any questions, please check out the blog's faq before sending an ask, or check out the previously asked questions on the blog!

please note: this year, notifying the blog of completionist status will happen through a google form that will be released closer to the end of febuwhump.

full write-up of prompts and rules under the cut:

FEBUWHUMP 2024 PROMPTS:

DAY 1: helpless

DAY 2: solitary confinement

DAY 3: "bite down on this"

DAY 4: obedience

DAY 5: rope burns

DAY 6: "you lied to me"

DAY 7: suffering in silence

DAY 8: "why won't it stop?"

DAY 9: bees

DAY 10: killing in self defence

DAY 11: time loop

DAY 12: semi-conscious

DAY 13: "you weren't supposed to get hurt"

DAY 14: blood-stained tiles

DAY 15: "who did this to you?"

DAY 16: came back wrong

DAY 17: hostage situation

DAY 18: too weak to move

DAY 19: "please don't"

DAY 20: truth serum

DAY 21: unresponsive

DAY 22: "you weren't meant to be there"

DAY 23: presumed dead

DAY 24: "i'm doing this because i care about you"

DAY 25: waterboarding

DAY 26: "help them"

DAY 27: left for dead

DAY 28: "no... not like this"

DAY 29: not allowed to die

ALTERNATE PROMPTS:

is there a specific day’s prompt you don’t want to fill? here are ten alternatives you can switch them out for!

ALT 1: human shield

ALT 2: "i love you"

ALT 3: found footage

ALT 4: human weapon

ALT 5: cpr

ALT 6: immortality

ALT 7: last words

ALT 8: killing game

ALT 9: lightning strike

ALT 10: last man standing

RULES:

SOFT RULES:

prompts should be answered in the form of whump

creators can produce whatever kind of media they want

you don’t have to complete all the prompts! you can create however much you want to

you can use the prompts after the event ends and can complete them in tandem with any other event

you can post on any platform you want, however this blog will only be sharing those posted on tumblr

if you want to be featured on the hall of fame then you have until the 3rd of March to inform this blog that you completed all the days

if you have questions consult the faq before asking

HARD RULES: (specifically for being featured on the blog)

when uploading febuwhump content to tumblr, please use the tags:

febuwhump (i’ll also be checking febuwhump2024)

the relevant day’s tag e.g. febuwhumpday1, febuwhumpday2…

nsfw (if relevant)

and any trigger warnings that may be important!

you can also tag the blog, @febuwhump

i cannot guarantee your work will be archived on the blog because I have no idea how many participants there will be. a random selection of works tagged in accordance to the rules above will be reblogged every day of february.