Whumpay - Day 8
Whumpay - Day 8
Main Challenge - Attacks, Mental & Physical - Asthma Attack Mini Challenge 7 - Dialogue - “Why are you doing this?” Original Work - Abreoðan
“Abre, this isn’t it. It isn’t here.” Steien put a hand to Abre’s shoulder, feeling the shivers running through Abre’s body. “You should rest.”
“We should go.” Gelic sighed. “It isn’t safe here.”
Abre shook his head and limped closer to the stone wall. His shaking hand raised the torch to illuminate the wall. “It has to be here.” He ignored both of them.
Steien shot a look at Gelic, who just shrugged and frowned.
They had spent a week or so out here. They had checked every cave wall meticulously. Every suspicious groove in the rock. But still, they hadn’t found the carvings that the old stories told of. Abre was so sure the carvings were here.
Steien watched his friend carefully and saw how tired he was. Steien wanted to take Abre home. To let him rest. To let him heal. But Abre was just so stubborn. Abre wanted to find those carvings so badly, it was destroying him.
“Brother.” Steien hissed.
Gelic looked over at him and rolled his eyes.
“Please?” Steien asked.
Gelic’s face softened a little and he walked over to Abre. His hand rose and rested on Abre’s back. “Abreoðan.” He said. “Let us rest for tonight.”
Abre whirled around, his face white and drenched in sweat, each droplet outlined in flame as they reflected the light of the torch. “Rest? I cannot rest!”
Abre looked ill. His blond hair hung limp around his face. He seemed to sway.
“Abre, why are you doing this? What-” Gelic tried again, but Abre cut him off.
“I must find the carvings. If I do not, more people will die. I will not let this ‘body’,” He pronounced the word ‘body’ with such disgust that Steien stepped back. “Stop me from saving them!”
“You are no use to us dead.” Steien tried to reason with him.
“I am no use to you alive!” Abre screamed.
He slammed his staff into the ground. In the dim light of the cavern, his eyes glowed blue. Like lightning.
A roar like thunder.
The ceiling burst open and descended. The torch died. Steien hit the ground hard. He tasted blood and dust. Pebbles trickled like running water. Then, silence.
“Gelic!” He coughed out. “Abre!”
“Here.” Was Gelic’s grunt. “You hurt?”
“I don’t think so.” Steien gathered himself and strained to see in the dark. The pale, watery light of dark slithered in from the cave entrance a few twists and turns away. But it was barely enough to see.
Abre was coughing nearby.
“Was that a cave-in?” Steien felt around him. The cave floor was littered with rubble. His hand felt cloth. Then a foot. In the half-light, he found Abre sprawled out on the ground, covered in dust as well.
“Abre’s here.” Steien called out to Gelic. He helped Abre sit up and patted him on the back to ease his coughing. It did not help.
Gelic made his way over. “Let’s go, before the whole mountain comes down on us.”
“I agree.” Steien and Gelic helped Abre to his feet.
Abre’s coughs became thin and wheezing. Each exhale was a sick, whistling sound.
“Abre?” Gelic peered into Abre’s face, trying to see through the darkness.
“Let’s get him outside.”
Together, they half-carried, half-dragged poor Abre to the cave’s entrance. The wheezing became worse.
The daylight was painful after so much darkness. They helped Abre sit down again. Under the layer of stone dust, Abre’s lips were blue. Abre’s only hand was clenched at his robes, making a fist over his chest.
“He can’t breathe.” Gelic sounded a little frantic as he reached around Abre’s neck, looking for the cause.
“The dust.” Steien said. “It was the dust.”
“We’re out of the dust.”
Abre kept coughing. The wheezing sounded so painful. Steien’s heart ached for him.
“I know.” Steien nodded. “We’re out of the dust. But it’s still affecting him.”
Abre slid to the side and hit the ground, gasping with every difficult breath.
“Keep him upright.” Steien ordered. “Sit behind him and hold him upright!”
Gelic scrambled around behind Abre and held him from behind. He kept him sitting up in a careful embrace. Gelic pressed a small kiss to Abre’s sweaty temple when he thought Steien wasn’t looking.
Steien saw it and hid a smile.
“Let’s all breathe together.” Gelic offered. “Abre?”
Abre nodded weakly.
“Okay.” Gelic continued. “Steien, let’s do it together.”
So Gelic, Steien, and Abre worked to get Abre’s breathing under control. Gelic held him gently the whole time. Steien crouched in front of him, keeping him focused.
It took a long time. So long, that Abre fell asleep in Gelic’s arms.
After some time, Gelic whispered to Steien. “Did he do that?”
“Do what?” Steien rubbed his eyes and yawned, noticing how sunset had come upon them so quickly.
“Bring down the rocks.”
Steien thought a moment. “Yes.” He answered, though it pained him to do so.
“His powers are growing.” Gelic mused.
“I wish they weren’t.” Steien watched Abre sleep.
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Whumpay - Day 3
Main Challenge - Mad Science - Made A Lab Rat Mini Challenge 3 - Torture - Branding Original Work - My Name is Evil
For twelve hours a day, every day, Evelyn had been tested.
They asked him to build from schematics. They asked him to design schematics. They immobilized him in the same chair and had him direct others to build machines.
They gave him drugs. A lot of drugs. They would dose him with something that made him nauseous and faint and dizzy and asked him to complete tasks. Solve equations. Answer their questions. Blindfolded. Ears plugged. Starved. Sleep-deprived. Sedated. Hot. Cold. Dizzy.
Over and over and over.
He was tested under every possible circumstance. Every possible test. Until now.
Evelyn winced as the needle probed beneath his skin and into a vein.
Evelyn wanted to pull away from the needle and the IV bag and everything they were about to do to him, but the restraints kept his wrists, ankles, and chest firmly pressed to the chair. He swallowed hard. The IV needle was taped to his skin and the nurse left the room without even meeting his eyes.
The door hissed and clanged shut.
Evelyn only had a minute or two to try and calm down before the door opened again and someone else entered.
The lady wore a strained smile and a nice suit. She sat down, keeping the table between her and Evelyn. And ignoring him, she began to shuffle through the papers she had brought. After what seemed like ten minutes or so, she spoke.
“My name is Ms. Brown, I am the Assistant Deputy Supervisor at the Bureau of Extrohuman Affairs and Regulation. I am here today to give your official status and category as an Extrohuman, witness your tagging procedure, and answer any questions you have. Do you understand?”
She never looked at him, not once.
Evelyn opened his mouth to speak.
The nurse came back.
Ms. Brown continued. “Evelyn Earl, your tests indicate that you place with the Enhanced Category, subtype Intelligence, archetype Crafter, division Mechanics.”
The saline was cold and Evelyn began to shiver. Of course he was good with machines. That was obvious. Why did they have to test for it? Why?
The lady continued. “Established legal precedents necessitate a procedure to display your status upon your person, this is sometimes called tagging. Once this procedure is completed, displaying this status mark will be used in conjunction with other identification you carry in order to comply with requests for identification. Please give verbal confirmation that you understand this procedure.”
The lady stopped talking and looked up at Evelyn. Staring at him.
Finally looking right into his eyes. Nothing in her expression indicated that she was looking at another human being. He may as well be another piece of paper that needed initials and dates.
Evelyn started when he realized he was meant to speak.
“Oh.” He licked his dry lips. “Right, yeah, I understand.”
The lady made another note on her papers. The room was so quiet that Evelyn could hear her pen scratching.
Eventually, the lady looked up and nodded at the nurse. “You may proceed.”
The nurse wheeled a cart with a machine closer to Evelyn. The nurse turned it on and the machine began to hum. Evelyn only began to panic when the nurse began to untie the front of his gown.
“What are you doing?” Evelyn felt his heart begin to quicken.
The nurse bared his chest and disinfected the skin over his heart.
The lady with the papers got up from the table.
“What is the procedure?” Evelyn asked, panic edging his voice.
“Identification.” Was all the lady answered.
The nurse leaned in close, holding something like a pen, which was connected to the machine by a cord.
“What is that?” Evelyn could not tear his eyes away from the strange pen.
The nurse turned and looked at the lady.
The lady shrugged.
What was tagging?
When the pen first touched his skin, Evelyn thought he had been cut. But when the smell of sizzling, burning, charred flesh filled his nose, he knew this was false.
Evelyn let out a scream and struggled to get away from the electrocautery device. But the bindings held him firmly.
The pain continued and amplified.
Evelyn thought he could hear the pain. Like barbed wire screeching through his ears.
He screamed again. And again. Evelyn felt sweat bead upon his forehead and roll down into his eyes, stinging and hot. He sobbed until his throat became raw. It went on and on, for what felt like hours.
Then, the hum of the machine ceased. The nurse moved away. A crinkling sound
Evelyn was left panting. He cracked his eyes open and saw the nurse was unwrapping bandages.
He could not stand it any longer. He needed to know.
Evelyn looked down to his chest, to the spot over his heart.
Shiny, bleeding burns. The smell of cooked flesh. Skin crackling.
A series of numbers and letters. They meant nothing.
But they were now branded into him. Into his flesh. Tagging. Identification.
Evelyn let out another sob.
Merry Whump of May - Day 2
(Original characters/story)
@themerrywhumpofmay
The blood covering his hands made this impossible. And the broken arm didn’t really help.
Hesperus tried to loosen the wheel on his motorbike once again. But his fingers, slick with rain, and oil and blood, just kept slipping off the wrench.
He sat down hard in a puddle on the pavement, panting. More water soaked into his pants and boots. He curled the arm into his chest and held it there. It didn’t really help with the pain but it made the injury feel more stable. The heavy pack on his back rested on the ground.
Yeah, he still had to make the delivery.
Guess he was walking the rest of the way.
After a few minutes of panting, eyes closed and teeth gritted, Hesper dragged himself to his feet. Swaying, he edged around the two bodies. Stopped a moment. Eyed the belt one wore.
Minutes later, Hesper peeked out of the alleyway, his left arm now stable with the belt holding it close to his chest. With his other hand, he steered his shattered motorbike.
No one had witnessed the fight. No one would know what he’d done. They’d jumped him. It was their fault. It was their fault they-
“Need a ride?”
Hesper looked up and saw Rafael. He almost started sobbing on the spot.
Rafael quickly got off his bike. “Hesper?” His hand went towards Hesper’s shoulder. “Are you okay? What happened?”
Hesper glanced back at the entrance to the alley, where the bodies lay hidden. “How did you find me?”
“The wreck alert went off. Biometrics too. I’m on duty tonight. Did you wipe-out?”
Hesper opened his mouth. He wanted to say he’d been attacked. He wanted to say it wasn’t his fault that he’d killed them. He was defending himself. He was defending the delivery on his back.
Hesper swallowed. Blood and dirty rainwater on his tongue. “Y-yeah. Wiped out. Arm’s broken. Bike’s busted.”
Rafel looked over the belt strapping Hesper’s left arm to his chest. Hesper could feel his eyes roving. The other cuts and bruises being taken into account.
Rafael nodded then got back on his motorbike. “Should get you to a doc, I know one in-”
“No, there’s one near here.” Hesper shook his head.
It wasn’t a memory.
Just a strange feeling.
He knew that there was a doc around here. A good one.
Hesper looked up and down the street. No one. Empty.
“I don’t know of one.” Rafael said as Hesper slid gingerly onto the bike behind him.
“It’s weird.” Hesper murmured. “I think the clinic is in the back of a club. A green door, maybe.”
“You think?” Rafael started the bike. “Did you hit your head?”
“Probably.”
“I’m taking you to my doc, then we’ll finish the delivery together.” Rafael said.
“No!” Hesperus shook his head, making the world swim around him. “No, this one’s in the-...” He searched this feeling. “The Wheel! It’s a block away. The sign, it’s-”
“A neon eight-spoked wheel?” Rafael sighed. “You’re right, that is closer. Okay, let’s see if the doc is in. Hold on tight.”
Hesper wrapped his good arm around Rafael’s waist, blushing. He laid his head against Rafael’s back as they sped off.
Mediwhump May - Day 8
"Scared of Blood"
(Dark Shadows 1966)
@mediwhumpmay
Willie knew he’d made a mistake before he’d even slipped. He had been sawing a piece of wood to size to repair the floor. A hand in the wrong spot. The gulf of time between realization and the consequences. He knew he had messed up. But he could do nothing to stop it.
The saw skipped.
White hot pain across Willie’s wrist, burning and tearing.
He froze.
Willie watched the blood bloom in the ragged wound. He let the saw drop to the floor with a clatter. He dimly heard himself panting. He couldn’t breathe. There wasn’t any air. His fingers went to his collar to loosen the buttons there but his hands were shaking too much.
Dark spots danced at the edges of his vision. The room whirled around him.
Blood ran down Willie’s arm from the wound, red and dark. He watched it drip onto the floor.
No, please, no.
It couldn’t happen again. He couldn’t bear it if it happened again.
Willie clamped a hand over the wound. He squeezed his eyes shut. That helped. A little. Not much.
He couldn’t breathe. His heart raced and stuttered. He was dizzy and hot and cold and sweating and oh god-
Those teeth were in him again.
He was alone in the dark. Alone with the monster. He was alone and no one was coming to save him.
Willie scrambled backward across the floor until his back hit the wall. He pulled his knees to his chest. He held his bleeding wrist close to his chest. Covering it. Hiding it.
Yes, hide it. If no one sees, he’s safe. No one can see it.
Warm blood, slick against his skin, coated his hands now.
Don’t look at it. Never look at it.
The wound throbbed and burned.
Willie slumped down to the floor. It was dusty but cool. He was dizzy. He kept his eyes closed. He couldn’t breathe. He was dying, wasn’t he? Dying alone in the dark. Again.
Ringing in his ears. Everything faded away. Faded to darkness.
Dylan O'Brien as Joel Dawson
“Love and Monsters", dir. Michael Matthews
Calling all lovers of darkfic, grimdarks, creepypastas, and scary stories! I had yet to see a monthly writing event themed around horror, so I made one! The event will occur in September, so you have plenty of time to get ready.
If you feel like participating, tag your fills with #horrortember2024, and I'll reblog as many as I can! Fanfic is strongly encouraged, but original fiction is accepted as well. And, depending on how many people join, I'll post a list of completionists or participants at the end of the month!
A written list of prompts is under the cut:
1. AND THIS HAS ALWAYS BEEN WHAT I DESERVE, FOR MY TEETH TO JUST FALL OUT: body horror, parasite, gore
2. BUT THEY SAW SOMETHING THAT’S REAL: pretending to be human, identical, visceral
3. WHO’S AFRAID OF THE BIG BAD WOLF: vampires, zombies, werewolves
4. IT’S ALWAYS BEST WHEN THE LIGHTS ARE OFF: music, silence, echoes
5. BURIED ABOVE THE GROUND: dust, overgrown, forgotten
6. WHAT HAVE I DONE: losing memories, possession, cursed
7. DREAMLESS SLEEP: sick, survivor, injury
8. NOW ONLY DOGS WILL FOLLOW ME: cannibalism, eaten alive, maggots
9. HAVE YOU HEARD THE STORY OF THE RABBIT IN THE MOON: meta, cosmic horror, forbidden knowledge
10. WE DIDN’T GO IN THERE ALONE: hunted, solitary, darkness
11. YOU CAN’T RUN FROM ME FOREVER: obsession, yandere, overpowering emotions
12. I WEEP AND SAY GOODNIGHT, LOVE, AS MY ORGANS PACK IT IN: doomsday, apocalypse, certain death
13. WHAT DO YOU KNOW: nightmare, prophecy, inevitable
14. I CAN MAKE THE WORLD SEEM SLOW: polaroid, motel, record player
15. DON’T KNOW WHO I AM ANYMORE: doll, reflection, facet
16. NEVER SHALL WE DIE: immortality, decay, cyclical
17. WHAT DID YOU BURY BEFORE THOSE HANDS PULLED ME FROM THE EARTH: oops, self-made monster, playing god
18. SHE’LL SAY SHE LOVES YOU, EVEN THOUGH SHE ONLY WANTS TO STEAL YOUR SOUL: haunting the narrative, inseparable, devotion
19. ARE YOU ALIVE, AM I AWAKE: chills, hallucinations, paranoia
20. IN THE RED, YOU’RE BETTER OFF DEAD: hunger, craving, unconventional needs
21. HOW DO I BREAK YOU BEFORE YOU BREAK ME: unreliable narrator, serial killer, manipulation
22. THERE IS NO END: help isn’t coming, final girl, trauma
23. LIFE CAN BE LIKE A DREAM: gone wrong, descent into madness, distrust
24. HEAR THEM LAUGHING UNDERNEATH: hollow, below the surface, remnants
25. I’LL SAY GOODBYE SOON: timeloop, lesson learned, consequence
26. NO CURE IS COMING NEAR: animals, rabies, primal fears
27. WHY DON’T YOU LET ME BE FREE: hanahaki, soulmates, trope inversion
28. AND THEN HE STARTED LAUGHING UNTIL HE CRACKED HIS JAW: butterflies, roses, sunshine
29. WHERE LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL ALL THE TIME: man-made, perfection, out of place
30. YOU ARE CALLED TO THE TREES: climb, descend, mass migration
Merry Whump of May
Spring 2023 Prompt List!
It's May, everyone!! Due to personal and technical difficulties, we're getting the list to you DAY ONE. WOW!
So sorry for the delay, but we have every confidence that despite this short notice, you'll all be able to put out some amazing work this year!
Without further ado, welcome to The Merry Whump of May!
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Merry Whump of May
Spring 2023
A month-long whump writing event by @wormwriting and @painsandconfusion.
Extemporaneous style this year-!!
Write, draw, or otherwise create content based on the daily prompts! Participants and completionists will receive badges of honor for their work at the end of the month.
Create original content or fanfiction, all is welcome!
Rules
Tag each day's post with #themerrywhumpofmay, any necessary content warning (eg: #knife), and the day in the following format: #mwmday1)
Adult topics are allowed, but must be well tagged. Send a message to @themerrywhumpofmay if you'd like a second opinion.
Be kind, have fun!
Prompts:
Day One - “No pain, no gain.”
Compass
Haphephobia
Kitchen
Day Two - “Need a ride?
Wrench
Paranoia
Club
Day Three - “You're not looking so hot.”
Lightbulb
Tension
Alleyway
Day Four - “Two birds, one bullet.”
Chess Pieces
Stubborn
Tower
Day Five - “Do unto others as you would bla bla bla...”
Bow and Arrow
Stalking
Cavern
Day Six - “It's a long story.”
Knife Handle
Gagged
Under the table
Day Seven - “Write what you know.”
Box
Magic
Cell
Day Eight - “Did you read the fine print?”
Circle
Blinded
Field
Day Nine - “We'll burn that bridge when we get there.”
Collar
Lost
Roof
Day Ten - “Hit the hay.”
Key
Forgetting
Warehouse
Day Eleven - “Ready set go!”
Plastic bag
Overheating
Restaurant
Day Twelve - “Tabled for Later.”
Thumbtack
Panic attack
Ballroom
Day Thirteen - “You've made your bed, now bleed in it.”
Sander
Found
Safe Place
Day Fourteen - “Well, well, well...”
Barbed Wire
Starvation
Drain
Day Fifteen - “The power of god and anime”
Hammer
Over-Exhaustion
Hammer
Day Sixteen - “Take a break.”
Branding Iron
Moonlight
Cemetery
Day Seventeen - “Going down in flames.”
Pole
Regret
Fireplace
Day Eighteen - “No use crying over spilled blood.”
Cage
Claustrophobia
Ship
Day Nineteen - “Apples and oranges.”
Chainsaw
Surprise
Home Base
Day Twenty - “A taste of your own medicine.”
Zip ties
Bleeding out
Office
Day Twenty-one - “Devil's advocate.”
Tome
Desperation
Hiking trail.
Day Twenty-two - “You can lead a bitch to water, but you can't make them drink.”
Origami
Amnesia
Attic
Day Twenty-three - “Good things come to those who wait.”
Nine-inch-nails
Isolation
Creepy basement
Day Twenty-four - “Bent out of shape.”
Tent Spike
Dragged
Wrong place, wrong time
Day Twenty-five - “It takes two to tango.”
Hot coffee
Doubt
In line
Day Twenty-six - “Hammer time.”
Pocket watch
Itchy
Waiting room
Day Twenty-seven - “Second mouse get the cheese.”
Knife
Rug burn
Skyscraper
Day Twenty-eight - “A picture's worth a thousand words.”
Chair
Paranoia
Backseat
Day Twenty-nine - “Lost and Found
Blowtortch
Frostbite
Lake
Day Thirty - “Rain check.”
High heels
Strained
The backroom
Day Thirty-one - “Thin ice.”
Lighter
Chronic pain
Dead end
Alternative Prompt List
Titles
“Questions? Comments? Concerns? Complaints?”
“Time dies when you're having fun.”
“A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.”
“Can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs.”
“Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match.”
Items
Wine Glass
Hydrochloric acid
Magnet
Teacup
Wire
Conditions
Sensory deprivation
Blindfolded
Acrophobia
Failed escape
Distress
Locations
The Middle of Nowhere
Forest
Void
Sidewalk
Shortcut
TW: MEDWHUMP/MEDICAL LANGUAGE
Hi everyone! @whumpetywhumpwhump here- I noticed there doesn't seem to be an official Medwhump May running this year, so I'm running one myself :)
I appreciate it's pretty late in the game to be releasing prompts, but I was waiting to see whether the official page was going to post anything before deciding to start mine. Hopefully a few of you would like to get involved (even if it is short notice lol)
RULES!
No AI-generated content
Please tag this account if you post your challenge submissions on Tumblr and use the tag 'medwhump may' (as in the tags of this post)
For completionists, all 31 days must be completed (using either the daily prompt or an alt prompt)
When creating content for chronic illnesses and seizures, PLEASE USE THE RELEVANT WHUMP TAGS INSTEAD OF THE GENERAL TAGS. e.g 'seizure whump' rather than just 'seizures'. This avoids important tags being flooded with whump fics
Have fun!
I will update these rules if necessary! Happy whumping!
Please reblog this to get the word out :)
The Outfit (2022): “The Wound Needs To Be Sealed. We Have To Stop This Bleeding.”
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