What You Did And Where You’re Coming From I Don’t Care, As Long As You Love Me, Baby. - For @glycerineclown​

Prompts, rules and bonus badge categories!

Hi! So, I've decided to run a whump event in September. See below for the prompts, rules and information about bonus badges (plain text below the cut).

Prompts

A is for Apology

B is for Bawl

C is for Collar

D is for Discipline

E is for Emotion

F is for Food

G is for Gag

H is for Home

I is for Illness

J is for Job

K is for Kneel

L is for Lies

M is for Memory

N is for Name

O is for Obedience

P is for Pet

Q is for Quiet

R is for Reinforcement

S is for Shelter

T is for Training

U is for Uniform

V is for Vivisection

W is for Water

X is for X-ray

Y is for You

Z is for Zip

Bonus:

0-9

!?#@

non-Latin characters

Rules

You can use any media, and any length/size

No AI

NSFWhump is allowed - please tag accordingly!

You can fill as little or as many of the prompts as you like, in any order

Prompts can be combined or filled multiple times

For bonus prompts: you can use any number, symbol or non-Latin character respectively as your prompt - please mention which character etc it is!

Tag fills with #alphabetwhump and #alphabetwhump24

There is an AO3 collection: Alphabet of Whump 2024, or aow24

The event runs 1 - 31 September

Fill in the Google form after the event to be added to the Hall of Fame

There will be bonus badges!

Bonus badges

Participant

Completionist (Fill all 26 main prompts)

Bonus blast (Fill all bonus prompts)

Made a word! (Spell a word with your fills (eg if you filled water, home, uniform, memory, pet = WHUMP) (can include bonus fills))

Completionist+ (Fill all main + bonus prompts)

To claim, tick the appropriate box/es on the form after the event. I'll add you to the appropriate section of the Hall of Fame and you’ll receive it there!

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.

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 :)

Sean Bean in Sharpe’s Honour

Mediwhump May - IV/Cannula

(Original characters/story)

@mediwhumpmay

“How-” Tate cleared his throat, his voice rough with a sore throat. “How far is it now?”

Troy craned his neck to look at the IV bag behind Tate’s bed. “Not even close.”

Tate sighed and closed his eyes. “Sorry. You can go. You don’t have to stay until they discharge me.”

“Shut up.”

“I mean it, I-”

“Kid, I’m staying. Sharon knows where I am. Julia’s in bed. I’ve got nowhere to be.”

Tate sighed. 

Troy added. “I want to be here.”

“Bull.”

The room was quiet but the rest of the hospital outside was loud with beeps and talking and fast-paced steps, despite the fact it was close to midnight.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” Troy asked. 

“Is it close to halfway?”

Troy didn’t bother looking, but kept his eyes on Tate. “Not even close.”

Tate grimaced as he swallowed. “I don’t know. Didn’t think I was that sick.”

“Your blood sugar was low. When did you last eat?”

Tate sighed. “What are you? My dad?”

Troy waited. 

Tate thought back to the past day. He hadn’t eaten since breakfast. Just half a bagel. He lowered his eyes to his hands in his lap. “I ate breakfast.”

“Jesus, Tate, what the hell? I can’t work with you if you aren’t taking care of yourself.” Troy stood up and ran his hand through his hair. 

Tate touched the spot where the IV entered his arm, wincing. “I had a bad day.”

“All it takes is one bad day!” Troy’s face was red. 

“I’ll do better.” Tears started in Tate’s eyes and he wiped them away. He really didn’t want to cry in front of Troy. Not after all this. Fainting and being taken to the hospital was humiliating enough. 

“I’ll do better.” He repeated.

“I’m sorry.” Troy crouched down by Tate’s bed. “Hey, kid, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled.” 

“You can go.” Tate wiped his eyes one more time. “It’s fine.”

Troy nodded. “I know. But I’m gonna stay.”

“It’s fine.” Tate mouthed, finger tracing the tape that held his IV in place.

“Hey.” Troy nudged Tate’s shoulder.

Tate looked up.

Troy nodded at the IV bag. “It’s almost halfway.”

Tate smiled and swallowed hard.

Troy put the back of his hand to Tate’s forehead. “Fever’s down.”

“Thanks, dad.” Tate rolled his eyes. 

“I’m not old enough to be your dad, kid.”

“Well, you’re acting like one.”

“Can’t help it.”

“Pizza after this?” Tate asked, unsure of Troy’s response. “Oh, hell yeah, I’m starving.” Troy settled back into the angular hospital chair.

Tate smiled and leaned his head back against the bed. “Awesome.”

“You’re paying though.” Troy grunted.

Tate grinned.

—Why is his pain so slutty?

OLIVER STARK  Into The Badlands → 1.03 “White Stork Spreads Wings”

Whumpay - Day 6

Main Challenge - Mad Science - Russian Roulette Mini Challenge 6 -Torture - False Execution Original Work - Down in Goldonna

Alana hugged Ziggy tightly. It was over. Thank goodness. They could go home for the night and get some sleep. But she felt something strange; Ziggy’s hand was reaching around her waist. Alana drew back a little. And Ziggy almost skipped away from her embrace.

He waved something at her. In the dim light of the nearby streetlights, Alana saw a soft and supple sheen. She reached to her belt. Her revolver! Ziggy had her revolver.

As he stepped back he stopped in a pool of light. His grin was broad and crooked. And his eyes- Alana’s stomach dropped. She felt the blood drain from her face.

His eyes were black. Ziggy was possessed. But how? And by who?

“Ziggy?” Alana called out to him, hoping she was mistaken, hoping this was some sort of prank.

“Ziggy’s taking a nap right now. He’s so tired.” The Thing said with Ziggy’s voice. It stretched with his body and ran Its hands over Ziggy’s chest and waist. “I’m in the driver’s seat for a little bit.”

Alana fixed her eyes upon the revolver and darted forward. This Thing may be in control of Ziggy, but it also had Ziggy’s weaknesses. Ziggy was underweight. Ziggy was unconditioned.

The Thing danced back, grin growing wider somehow.

“Ah, ah.” It chided.

Instead of pointing the revolver at Alana it pressed the barrel to Ziggy’s temple. “Don’t do anything stupid.” It warned. “Or I will kill him.”

“You wouldn’t.” Alana raised her hands to show she wasn’t going to try anything else.

Alana’s mind raced. How could any being possess Ziggy without his permission? Was this even possible? And then, everything fell into place. “You’re the shadow he talks about. I’ve seen you before, hovering over him. What is your name?”

The Thing opened up the cylinder of the revolver and began removing the rounds. Alana couldn’t see exactly what he was doing in the patchwork darkness.

“A name?” It chuckled. “Why should I have a name?” It tossed a handful of rounds over Ziggy’s shoulder.

“How did you do this? Did he let you in?”

It spun the revolver’s cylinder back into place. It placed the barrel of the gun back to Ziggy’s temple again. “I’m tired of this.” It whined with Ziggy’s voice.

Alana felt her hands begin to shake. “Wait, please don’t-”

“I’ve removed all the rounds except for one.” Using Ziggy’s legs, it walked forward, towards Alana and into another pool of light. Its black eyes glittered in Ziggy’s pale face. “Let’s play a little game.”

Alana tried to keep her voice calm. “We don’t have to do this-”

“Oh, I think we do. You don’t seem to understand who’s in charge here.”

“Ziggy is your vessel! Why kill your vessel?”

“Everytime you answer incorrectly, I pull the trigger. It’s a one-in-six chance, right?”

“Please, don’t-!”

The hammer clicked. Empty chamber.

Alana could not breathe. She could not breathe. She wanted to scream. Her friend was about to die in front of her.

“One-in-six chance, right?” It asked again.

“Y-yes.” Alana grated out, holding back a sob. “One-in-six chance.”

“Good. Now, who is in charge here?”

“What?”

Another click. Another empty chamber.

Alana heard herself wail and bit it back, trying to get her breathing under control.

“Alana,” It came real close to her, so close she could smell the shampoo Ziggy used in his hair. “Who’s in charge right now?” It whispered with Ziggy’s soft voice.

“Y-you.”

“Good. When I need something from you, what will you do?”

“I’ll do it, I’ll do what you want.”

“That’s right. You are so good at this, Alana.”

“Fuck you!” Alana sobbed. Her legs were shaking beneath her.

Another click.

“That wasn’t very nice.” It sighed.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“And when Ziggy wakes up, what are you going to tell him happened here?”

Alana hesitated.

Another click. Another chance. Time was slipping through her fingers.

“I’m sorry! Please! Stop! I’ll tell him what you want, whatever you want!”

“You’ll tell him he fainted. You won’t mention me.”

“I’ll tell him he fainted-!”

Another click. Oh god. One left.

“I won’t mention you!”

Ziggy’s body suddenly went limp, and as though in slow motion, he fell backwards to the grassy ground. The revolver bounced out of his hand. Alana rushed up and grabbed the gun then knelt beside Ziggy. She patted his cheek.

“Ziggy!” Alana choked out. “Ziggy, wake up.”

She opened up the cylinder and looked at the six chambers.

His eyes opened slowly. Focused on her. “Alana?”

There were no rounds in the gun at all.

“Yeah, it’s me. Are you okay? You fainted.”

The gun had been empty.

“I fainted? Why are you crying?”

Mike Warren curled up in pain

Graceland 1x09, 1x10, 2x13, 3x01, 3x08

Frank Castle + Blood