Shea might just be seen as issues mcgee or an annoying shithead.
Nico would 100% be seen as an irredeemable abusive asshole even tho he’s been an asshole for less than a month and if Shea can forgive, so can they.
the currently unnamed band story:
Shiloh would be seen as a control freak.
Chandler would be seen as either the totally unproblematic mom friend or the totally overbearing mom friend.
Zoey would be seen as barely wanting to be there.
Tony would be seen as an enabler.
the currently unnamed story from a dream:
Austin would be seen as a diversity-points character.
So would Damon.
One racist/ableist/queerphobic ass will bug for a spinoff about Will when he’s not even a fully-developed character and lives a relatively boring life.
the superhero story:
Everest would be seen as a crybaby at first and a mary sue later.
Casey would be seen as a diversity hire.
Skyler would be overbearing and a bad ADHD stereotype.
Avery would be “the straightwashed story of a lesbian”
Trinity would be “Luisa Encanto ripoff” (EVEN THO SHES BEEN LIKE THAT SINCE 2017!!!)
Nick would be typical badboy trope.
Ryder would be irredeemable bully type.
Better Off Numb:
Artemis would be seen as overly snooty and meddling.
Zach would be seen as a stereotype.
Elijah would be seen as an irredeemable abuser (HE KINDA IS THO!!! THIS WOULD NOT BE INACCURATE!!!)
Keep It Secret:
Emily would be paraded around by conservatives as the woke agenda in action.
Avalon would be seen as too idealized of a trans girl.
Ethan would be a stereotype and a nosey friend.
Ty would be seen as a Male Manipulator because he kept a secret from Emily.
Welcome back to the Whumperless Whump Event of July, where we celebrate the situational and environmental side of our community via beating the shit out of our blorbos!
FAQ and plain text prompts under the cut!
Frequently Asked Questions
Q: How are the prompts divided?
Q: Where can I find the prompts list?
A: @whumperless-whump-event on Tumblr.
A: The title is a “theme” for the day, followed by two tropes and a dialog prompt.
A: Absolutely.
Q: Can I use the title as a prompt?
A: Not at all.
Q: Do I have to use all of the prompts?
Q: Can I use all of the prompts?
A: Absolutely. If it's fun, go for it--don't feel pressured to finish them all, but do follow what's inspiring you.
Q: If I'm writing a chronological story, can I swap the days to make it fit the timeline?
A: Yes. Just make sure you tag each piece with the prompt and day you're filling.
Q: Can I have early or late entries?
A: Yes. Early and late entries will not be reblogged to the event account, though.
Q: Is there an Ao3 collection?
A: Yes! This year's collection can be found here, or through searching whumperless_whump_event_july2025. Please remember to submit this year's prompts to the 2025 collection and NOT the 2024 one!
Q: Can I write NSFW?
A: You absolutely can, but the event blog will not reblog any prompt fill rated Explicit. Please ensure you tag NSFW appropriately.
Q: Can I use AI?
A: No.
Q: Can a whumper be included in the prompt fill?
A: The short answer is no. The long answer is that you cannot have the role of whumper in your prompt fill (aka: no whumper-on-whumpee); however, if the character you want to be a whumpee or a caretaker happens to be a whumper, then as long as they are not fulfilling the role of whumper, it's fine. Also, if there is a whumper, it must be totally impersonal and faceless. Here are some examples for clarification:
A character's drink is spiked at a party.
OKAY: The whumper who spiked the drink is never mentioned and is completely faceless, and the story is directly about whumpee recovering.
NOT WHUMPERLESS: The whumper who spiked the drink kidnaps the whumpee.
A character is left alone in a storm.
OKAY: The character is stranded or lost.
NOT WHUMPERLESS: Whumper tied them to a post and left them in the storm.
A character is mugged on the street.
OKAY: The whumper is a stranger, faceless, and the focus is on Whumpee.
NOT WHUMPERLESS: The whumper is a stalker and there to kidnap Whumpee.
All in all, if your goal is to fulfill the event, then try to avoid a whumper. If you're using the prompts elsewhere, then ignore this; but in the spirit of the event, no whumper roles please.
Q: How do I tag my posts?
A: Tag with #whumperless whump event, #wwevent 2025 and #wwevent day [x](Don't just tag wwe, that's wresting.) Then, tag triggers and content warnings. Please put these first in the tag order! It just makes it easier to reblog.
Q: How do I get reblogged?
A: Mention this blog in your post! It's the easiest way for me to find you. Otherwise, I won't reblog it. (This also means if you do not want your post reblogged to the event, just don't mention the blog, and it'll stay private.)
I think that's about it. That's a lot, so if you've got any questions, feel free to shoot me an ask. I'm happy to help!
PROMPTS:
INSULT TO INJURY: Infected wounds / Hurt and ill / “Fate really has it out for you, huh.”
PUBLIC MISINFORMATION: Presumed dead / Search party / “There's a hand, I can see them!”
IT'S NOT YOU, IT'S ME: Left behind / Attempted Martyr / “Get out while you can, and don't look back.”
LIKE A KALEIDOSCOPE: Numbness / Dissociation / “Can I hold your hand?”
AT LEAST IT'S NOT MANUAL: Trapped in a car / Stranded / “You can't drive like this.”
DOOMED BY THE NARRATIVE: Scheduled execution / Near death experience / “That was too close.”
AHOY THERE MATEYS: Motion sickness / Washed ashore / “I hate the ocean.”
CHEF MIS-STEAK: Hot stove / Slip of the knife / “I swear, I'm usually better at this.”
SCHEDULE YOUR MAINTENANCE: Lack of self care / Sick day / “Just take a nap. I can handle the rest.”
Oh oh prompt: stuckony! Tony is sleeping with Steve and Bucky already, but one night Bucky wakes scared and confused after a bad nightmare and lashes out and Steve tries to hold him down. In the conflict Tony ends up injured (broken collarbone? Bruised ribs? dislocared arm?). He decides to not tell his guys, and does his best to hide the injury, because they're gonna be all guilty and he's not gonna stop sleeping with them because of some unresolved issues. Then Bucky and Steve find out.
Thanks so much for the prompt anon! It was so much fun to write Stuckony again. I hope you like it!
Night Terror Routine
The night was hot, sticky. Even a king bed wasn’t big enough for the three of them when the air was thick and no one could bear the touch of fabric, let alone the body heat of another human being. But somehow, Tony found himself in his usual place - pressed between Steve and Bucky - waking with a gasp from an elbow to his gut.
The heat. Hot, sticky, and it also stirred something in the former Winter Soldier, something they hadn’t addressed yet, not fully, not in the daylight. The sharp pain in his gut was a consequence of that.
Nightmares.
Bucky was still moving, his leg thrashing out, nearly kicking Steve. His arm went flying up by the pillow, and Tony sat up just in time to avoid a fist to the face. His ribs weren’t as lucky; Bucky rolled and sideswiped Tony with a punch to the side.
Pain radiated from the spot, and Tony curled inward, trying to get air back into his lungs. He couldn’t move, but he needed to. Bucky was one wild spasm away from waking up and Steve was already stirring.
This fucking summer heat.
All Tony could think about was the way Bucky’s face could clear of all emotion. How he’d see Tony’s no doubt bruised ribs and he would know he was responsible. Those stormy blue-gray eyes Tony loved so much would unfocus, fix on something right behind Tony’s head, and he’d simmer with guilt.
Not on his watch. Tony slipped from the bed, grabbing his robe as he limped to the door.
Is Traitor getting more parts? I love your writing!!!!
That means a lot <3 Here you go anon!
Traitor
• Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Masterlist •
Warnings: Sickfic, angst, recovery, broken ribs, IV.
Breathing again was a blessing, but their lungs were on fire, as if they were being stabbed over and over again. The cold chattering their bones wasn't helping. Their wish to sit up impossible with how weak they were. Frustration was the only thing that kept then half aware of what was going on, their consciousness slipping when a hand ran through their hair, gentle whispers rocking them back to the sleep.
They winced with a sudden cold on their head, not sure if it brought relief or worsened their chills. They could only whimper as response, their eyes fluttering but refusing to open.
Leader could stand being hurt, being weak. Or being alone, being ignored. They wouldn't care what happened to themselves.
But they couldn't stand their own tears.
They couldn't stand that their heart bleeding out with their tears. They were too used to bottling up their every emotions and releasing them on the enemy. Their anger, hatred, and tiredness would push them. They weren't used to breaking down loudly. They would prefer to stare at the window all night, think and think until they drowned in their own thoughts.
Not cry in Mentor's arms.
The thought felt wrong to Leader in many ways. Leader wouldn't cry, and the mere idea of Mentor showing any kindness to them was as so surreal.
A hand cupped their cheek, and Leader tried opening their eyes again, groaning. The source of the dim light was covered by a silhouette, which took Leader embarrassingly long to recognise.
"Mentor," they gasped, but coughs took over their voice, their ribs screaming them to stop.
Mentor leaned closer, concern etched across their face as they gently shushed Leader. "Easy now," Mentor's voice was soft, an unusual tenderness in their tone. "Don't get up. You need to rest."
Leader wanted to protest, wanted to maintain their facade of strength, but their body rebelled. They could only manage a weak nod, making themselves wonder how they had found the strength to argue with Mentor before.
Mentor reached to their forehead, lifting the cold - probably warm now, going by the frown they tried to hide - cloth. Leader's head throbbed with pain as the cloth left their forehead, and they could feel a dull warmth spreading across their skin.
"Doctor will come soon, but you should eat something before they arrive, or they will chop off my head."
With that, Mentor left, leaving Leader alone with their thoughts. Leader tried to sit up, pain clouding their depressed trail of thoughts they would rather not deal with. But their tries were in vain, and they whimpered as they hit back to the pillows.
"I told you don't get up," Mentor sighed, a tray on their hand. "You'll just harm yourself further."
"Can't eat like this," Leader countered, trying to sit up again. Mentor set the tray to the bedside table, helping them to lean back.
Leader could only muster a weak, half-hearted smile and a strained thank you. The pain and exhaustion had stolen their ability to argue, at least for now.
Mentor put the tray to Leader's lap gently, Leader barely holding back a wince as their knees ached.
Leader's hands trembled, their fingers hurting simply with trying to pick up the spoon. They could only then notice bandages wrapped around their hands, from all way through their wrists to the fingertips. They were too focused on their breathing to realise that they didn't leave that wreckage without getting some of their bones bruised. But they didn't think they had any broken bones— other than their ribs, at least.
It was a slow and clumsy process, their trembling hands causing the spoon to clatter against the plate. The soup was lukewarm, and the taste, although bland, brought some comfort. It had been a while since they'd tasted anything other than the bitterness of defeat and pain.
"You stubborn fool," Mentor muttered, more to themselves than to Leader, before gently setting Leader's hand down and taking the spoon.
"Here," they said softly, "let me help you with that."
Mentor carefully dipped the spoon into the soup, making sure not to spill it, and brought it to Leader's lips.
While Leader hated everything about it, they didn't resist until their stomach clenched, unable to eat more. The warmth eased the scratch on their throat, but it left them exhausted.
Mentor must have picked the signs, taking the tray back to the bedside table and helping them to lay back.
"You're acting strange," Leader coughed, Noticing too late that they had said it out loud.
Mentor paused, their expression shifting briefly before settling into a conflicted look. They didn't immediately respond. Instead, they busied themselves with tidying up the room, their actions conveying an unease that was unusual for them.
"It's just my conscience. I know you don't want it, but... I was wrong. And late to realise that."
After a few moments, Mentor turned to face Leader, their gaze more direct than ever before. "I've pushed you too hard, too often," they confessed, their voice carrying a weight of regret.
Leader couldn't respond to that, not understanding how being pushed could be something to apologise. Sure, it made them alone, but before the team, everything was... fine. Leader had been fine as long as they didn't hope to be a part of something.
But their heart couldn't handle seeing Mentor like this.
"Its alright," they whispered, their voice failing them.
"I don't deserve your forgiveness," Mentor looked away.
"Good thing forgiveness is given, not deserved," Leader answered, trying to soften the mood. "Can— can I have some water?"
It was an olive branch.
Mentor nodded, their eyes still filled with an odd mix of emotions. They poured a glass of water and carefully helped Leader take a sip, supporting their head.
"Try to sleep until Doctor comes," Mentor murmured, covering Leader with a thin blanket.
Leader's eyelids grew heavy, and despite the burning ache in their body, exhaustion pulled them into a restless slumber. As they drifted off, the world around them dissolved into a feverish dream.
Time seemed to blur, and before they knew it, Leader's awareness returned in bits and pieces. They felt disoriented, lying in the dimly lit room, their eyes slowly adjusting to the soft glow of a lamp by the bedside.
Somehow, they felt worse than before. They couldn't breathe without wheezing, their ribs aching with the every too deep breath and limbs uncooperative.
As they slowly gained a firmer grip on consciousness, Leader's gaze wandered around the room. That was when they noticed an IV bag hanging on the bedrail, the blanket gone, and a cold cloth on their forehead again. Confusion swept over them, and their eyes followed the line from the bag to the needle in their arm. A brief wave of panic subsided as they remembered they were in Mentor's home.
Outside the ajar door, Mentor and Doctor spoke in hushed tones. Their voices were muffled, but Leader could make our some of it.
"Their fever is quite high," Doctor was saying. "But let it be for the time being. We just have to make sure it doesn't overwhelm them."
Mentor's voice, though hushed, held a note of concern. "How long can we expect this to go on?"
"The fever should become less frequent in a week. But don't worry if it doesnt— pneumonia is a nasty thing to deal with. And at least a month for the broken ribs. I don't want them walking around anytime soon, too. As for the rest of their injuries, the bruising and minor fractures should heal over time, but they'll be weak for a while."
Leader's breaths hitched. A month. The words hung in the air, like a heavy shroud that threatened to suffocate them.
"This should shut up the agency for a while about Leader being a traitor," Doctor continued. "They'll see for themselves the extent of the injuries and how long it'll take for a recovery."
Mentor's response was quiet, thoughtful. "It's not just about the agency," they said, their voice still tinged with worry. "Leader's going to have a difficult time with this. They've never been one to sit still for long, especially when there's work to be done."
"They will give you some challenge. I doubt the kid can hold back their words now. I would give the world to see them roast you," Doctor chuckled.
"Perhaps it is the time I get my mistakes thrown at my face."
A low, raspy noise escaped their dry lips, which soon turned into a muffled cough. It was just loud enough to draw the attention of both Doctor and Mentor, who promptly entered the room.
"You," Doctor began as soon as they helped Leader to sit up and relieve some pressure from their chest, "are the most stubborn patient I've ever had the misfortune to treat."
Leader's eyes met Doctor's, and despite the fatigue and weakness, there was a glimmer of defiance. "You love me," they managed to rasp out, their voice barely above a whisper.
Doctor arched an eyebrow. "Love you? I've been considering running experiments to test the limits of your stubbornness. But yes, I suppose one could call it a strange form of affection, kid."
"Not a kid," Leader returned as usual. Doctor had known then for most of their life, and the older person was their assigned medical officer, making it impossible to avoid conflict.
Doctor smirked, eyeing Mentor, almost pleased. "The only upside if this is that you will get taken care of for once."
"Oh, I will enjoy it," they answered with sarcasm. Exhaustion came once again, souring their mood even more. They closed their eyes, frustrated couldn't even stay awake for an hour straight.
"Looks like the cocktail is working. I had my doubts with you awake now." Doctor eased Leader back into the pillows.
"That's cheating." Leader mumbled as they reached to rip the IV from their shoulder, but their hand was slapped. They whimpered with the pain on their already bruised hands.
"It stays until it finishes," Doctor said firmly.
Leader didn't answer. Instead, they forced themselves to think about the traitor. They didn't know how long passed since the mission or what happened at that.
"Any leads?"
Silence settled until Mentor and Doctor realised what it was about.
"Rumors are circulating, but nothing concrete," Mentor began cautiously. "The agency is in turmoil, trying to piece together what went wrong. The higher-ups are scrambling to identify the mole, but they're keeping things hushed. Most of the raids on Whumper was succes, but the data found its worrying. Your team is cleared, though."
"Good to know," Leader replied, their voice softer. They didn't notice the tension in their muscles eased, eyes closing again.
"But you, kid," Doctor completed Mentor, "need to focus on recovery now. The agency can handle its own troubles for a while."
Notes challenge bcs i am so unmotivated to finish reading for my new years resolution this year, pls don't spam reblog, or spam comment. Pls reblog and tag some people
5 notes - i will read for an hour or more
10 notes - I will read for 2 hours or more
20 notes - i will read for 3 hours or more
(Going to add to it when i have finished the book or I still have some parts of the book left)
-:“We can’t sleep, because we’re both insomniacs” Late night sleep prompts:-
By @me-writes-prompts
Late night random talking about the best moments they’ve had together
Playing endless stream of board games and getting all loud when one of them wins
“Do we have ice cream at home? I learned that carbs make you sleepy.” “No, but pretty sure we have ramen. I mean, either type of carbs make you sleepy right?”
Tangling their bodies to try to get more comfortable but then complaining about how awkward it feels.
Frantically making out to try to get sleepy👀
“We should really be sleeping right now, babe. We both have work tomorrow.” “I know...*silence*Wait! You remember [name]’s birthday party? That was total madness.” “Oh my god, yeah. Everything was just so…” *both start gossiping forever*
“Wanna have some coffee?” “Nah.” “Come on, it’s early morning. You’re not planning to sleep now, are you?” *sighs* “Fine. You’re right.”
Putting on a boring movie but then getting too invested because it’s not even that boring.
^^”Omg, did you see that? She cheated on him with his secretary!” “Haha, I didn’t think this was going to be interesting at all but this is something, we have to finish it.”
“I heard ASMR works well to help with sleep. How about we try that?” “Oh, yeah, let’s do it.”
^^sharing headphone while they do that and then fall asleep just like that, all snuggled up, attached by a string of wire. Get it? Lmao.
When nothing else works, they both decide to resort to their last option: telling each other their favorite childhood bed time stories
^^“And then, the princess killed the prince and lived happily ever after.” “Oh, wow. A tragic love story, wait why did your mum read that to you as a bedtime story? Are you okay? Is she okay?” “Lol.”
-:“We can’t sleep, because we’re both insomniacs” Late night sleep prompts:-
By @me-writes-prompts
Late night random talking about the best moments they’ve had together
Playing endless stream of board games and getting all loud when one of them wins
“Do we have ice cream at home? I learned that carbs make you sleepy.” “No, but pretty sure we have ramen. I mean, either type of carbs make you sleepy right?”
Tangling their bodies to try to get more comfortable but then complaining about how awkward it feels.
Frantically making out to try to get sleepy👀
“We should really be sleeping right now, babe. We both have work tomorrow.” “I know...*silence*Wait! You remember [name]’s birthday party? That was total madness.” “Oh my god, yeah. Everything was just so…” *both start gossiping forever*
“Wanna have some coffee?” “Nah.” “Come on, it’s early morning. You’re not planning to sleep now, are you?” *sighs* “Fine. You’re right.”
Putting on a boring movie but then getting too invested because it’s not even that boring.
^^”Omg, did you see that? She cheated on him with his secretary!” “Haha, I didn’t think this was going to be interesting at all but this is something, we have to finish it.”
“I heard ASMR works well to help with sleep. How about we try that?” “Oh, yeah, let’s do it.”
^^sharing headphone while they do that and then fall asleep just like that, all snuggled up, attached by a string of wire. Get it? Lmao.
When nothing else works, they both decide to resort to their last option: telling each other their favorite childhood bed time stories
^^“And then, the princess killed the prince and lived happily ever after.” “Oh, wow. A tragic love story, wait why did your mum read that to you as a bedtime story? Are you okay? Is she okay?” “Lol.”
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Medieval Art & Architecture: Part 1 ⚜ Part 2 ⚜ Some Vocabulary
Mystical Items & Objects ⚜ Talisman
Moon: Part 1 ⚜ Part 2
Seasons: Spring ⚜ Summer
Shapes of Symbols ⚜ Symbolism
Slang: 1930s
Symbolism: Of Colors Part 1 2 ⚜ Of Food ⚜ Of Storms
Topics List ⚜ Write Room Syndrome
Vocabulary
Agrostology ⚜ Architecture ⚜ Art Part 1 2 ⚜ European Renaissance Art ⚜ Fashion ⚜ Gemology ⚜ Geology Part 1 2 ⚜ Greek Art ⚜ Law ⚜ Literature Part 1 2 ⚜ Poetry ⚜ Science
Writing References: Plot ⚜ Character Development
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