Now introducing the prompt list for Whumpmas in July 2023!
Thank you for patiently waiting! We will be implementing a couple of new changes! We will not be reblogging any creations this year and will instead keep this blog as a space to only post the prompts, tags, and relevant information. We will post the tag for each day, and we ask that you use two tags when filling prompts this year so that others may find your creations easily:
Tag 1 ---> #wij23day__ (Fill in the blank with the appropriate day number for the prompt you are filling! For example, if you are doing the prompt for day 21, make sure to tag your post with #wij23day21. Of course, feel free to use any other relevant tags too!)
Tag 2 ---> #whumpmasinjuly2023
Be sure to also tag @whumpmasinjuly-archive if you would like your posts reblogged to our new official archive account!
You can also find a banner that you can use in your posts (if you want) under the #wijbanner tag.
The prompts are divided into three categories: questions, prompts, and community activities. Everyone is free to participate as much or as little as they want–there’s no completionist requirement! This list provides a preview of the prompts, but on each day a more detailed post will be released with more context and additional suggestions for each day’s task. Similar to previous years, all prompts and other important information will be found under the #infowhumpmasinjuly tag and #infowij23 for ease of access. This blog will also use the tags #wijquestion , #wijcommunity , and #wijprompt respectively for each post so that you can filter and find the type of prompts you’d like to do.
Below the cut is a text list of this year’s prompts:
1. (Re)Introduce yourself.
2. What ten words give you the whumperflies/make you think of whump?
3. Stitches/Bandages
4. Share a TV show, movie, or any media that gives you the whumperflies! (Feel free to go off about your favorite episodes/moments!)
5. What character do you wish to see whumped more in canon/fan-made media?
6. Deprived
7. Post a link to your favorite whump fic of all time (or reblog it and/or make a list of them!)
8. Describe your favorite type of whumper!
9. “Stay with me”
10. Check out a new whump blog and drop them an ask!
11. What whump media type do you prefer and why?
12. Search & Rescue
13. Share some of your favorite niche whump tags!
14. Describe the ideal fic you’ve always wanted to read but have yet to find / haven’t written yet.
15. Buried
16. Create a whump meme!
17. What inspires you most to create whump content? (Images? Fics? Shows?)
18. Ache
19. Create a list of some of your favorite whump blogs to share!
20. Describe your favorite type of whumpee!
21. “Please.”
22. Find a story/author you’ve never read before, read it and leave some nice comments (people can reblog the post to plug their series/masterlists/etc as well)
23. What is your favorite type of whump setting?
24. Earth (Environmental whump)
25. Share a sneak peek of something you’re working on!
26. What is your favorite place to find whump media, roleplayers/writers, or fan-created content? (Link us to it!)
27. Unstable (Mentally? Physically? Both!?)
28. Send people asks about their OCs or favorite fandoms!
29. Do you identify with any particular roles or situations in whump?
30. Antidote
31. Who is someone in the whump-creating world that you admire and why?
Whumper being part of the search team, either trying to find whumpee first or trying to cover their own tracks and throw off the lead. Maybe when they find whumpee, whumper is there with the group and whumpee panics while trying to get away from them. Bonus points if whumpee has a life threatening injury but won’t let the rescue team near them because whumper is there in the crowd.
The streets were quiet as Nova walked. His hands in his pockets, he did not really care where he was going. It didn't matter where he went. Everything would probably end up the same way.
He could smell it in the air.
This entire part of town had been abandoned. The people that they got out of the town, had to table to the hospital for sleep deprivation, malnutrition, which did not make sense since it has only been a few hours, other seemed to suffer from some kind of sound or light sensitivity.
Lightning flashed in the skies, making Nova frown. He did not want to walk in the damn rain. Then again.... He could just go home, but that wouldn't resolve the problem of what the hell is going on.
As the rain started falling, the strange smell in the air became worse.
Nova covered his mouth and nose with one hand. He did not like the smell. It made him feel physically sick.
"Have you found anything?" Max's voice asked through their link.
"Except for this fucking terrible smell?" Nova asked back, disgusted "There's nothing here.... I can't even find the fucking source of the smell"
"Careful, Nova" Gale said "This can be anything.... Some of the people at the hospital started to get very violent"
"Lera there?"
"No... she's out... I can't reach her"
"Fuck...."
"Agreed... Where are you?"
"In the middle of Urathia district... There's not a single damn thing here"
"Maybe you should get back... I don't like this"
"Neither do I" Nova said, shaking his head as his eyes flickered around. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, it felt like he was being watched. His instinct was usually right and at the moment, they were screaming at him that something was wrong. "I'm heading back.... We need to fucking figure out what's going on here"
"Nova... that gas is expanding" Max said "It's almost the entire Urathia district now... if we don't figure out where it's coming from it's going to over the city in...."
"Three hours" Nova interrupted "With with the princess squad and get the people clear"
"Yeah, yeah... we know how to do our jobs"
With that his brothers disappeared from his mind.
Nova blinked up at the skies, raindrops falling on his face, before he shook his head and turned around, starting back the way he came from.
After a few steps, he started noticing movement out of the corner of his eyes. Distorted figures that kept on following after him. A wave of exhaustion rushed through him and without warning he had the urge to just go to sleep.
It was as if his mind started to fade, thoughts becoming muddled and confused.
More and more of the distorted images moved over his vision.
Out of reflex he attacked. Somewhere in the back of his exhausted mind, he knew that there were nothing there.
***
Amilia landed in the middle of the deserted street, her eyes searching around. It's been more than an hour since they've lost contact with Nova. Almost like he just disappeared.
Neither Max nor Gale could contact him or track him.
He must have cut the mind link.
Not just that... Now they've been getting reports of fighting happening inside the Urathia district. Strange creatures and things like that. It was like the city went mad.
Animals and people, were fighting like they've lost their minds. Those that they managed to get out, were diagnosed with extreme sleep deprivation, which no one could explain how it happened.
She adjusted the mask over her face.
It was not going to be easy if this gas had the same effects on Nova. He was sure to turn extremely violent.
She had to find him as soon as possible.
Only this was a very big area and it would take some time. She needed to hurry before something happens.
A blur appeared and crashed into Amilia.
The two crashed into the ground. Immediately Amilia rolled to her feet, ready to fight. Her eyes snapped towards the figure that was on the ground, already stalking back towards her.
Through the dust, she could make out a pale face, dirty clothes and just as dirty blond hair.
"Nova..." Amilia said, shocked.
The figure kept on moving closer. Something was of about him, the way he moved wasn't right. Somehow sluggish and unfocused.
Amilia clenched her jaw. "Nova" she said, stepping back. She did not want to fight Nova, not when he looked like that. There was no expression on his face, it was almost like he was in some kind of trance.
"Nova... come on, can you hear me?" she said again as he kept on moving towards her.
Nova's eyes stayed unfocused.
Amilia clenched her jaw. "Don't make me fight you, Dominic..." she said softly.
Before she could say anything else, Nova shot forward. For a moment his power flickered around him before slamming into her.
Amilia slammed into the wall behind her, immediately she had to dodge out of the way. Nova's fist slammed into the wall where her head was moments before.
Quickly, she gathered her magic around her, blocking another one of Nova' punches.
"Nova please...." Amilia said, straining against Nova's power. She'd forgotten just how strong he really was when he wasn't holding back. At least his attacks wasn't as accurate as usual, or as good as usual.
He ignored her and just continued to attack.
Hit after hit.
Amilia defended as good as she could. She would either have to start fighting him seriously or he's going to do something he will regret.
"Come on, Nova..." she yelled as she dodge another attack.
One of the debris sliced open her cheek. Immediately she felt the sting and shot forward. She caught Nova's wrist.
"Listen to me...." she said "Nova... Please!"
She could see bruises on his face. For a moment she just stared at his face for a moment, before he threw her back against a wall.
Her head hit the wall behind, making stars dance over her vision.
A soft gasp escaped her lips.
"....please...." she whispered and reached for her power. She needed to get him out of the gas. If getting rid of the gas was the only thing she did, it would be enough.
Amilia released her power.
It threw Nova back, but also cleared the gas around them. Immediately she got back onto her feet.
"Don't make me fight you anymore...." she said.
But Nova just stared moving back towards her, his eyes empty. It did not look like the removing the gas had any effect on him.
The fighting continued, until Nova and Amilia crashed into another building. Immediately Nova's fingers curled around her throat. He did not squeeze, just held her there.
Amilia stared up at him. "Dominic..." she whispered, reaching out with one hand.
Gently she touched his cheek.
"Come back...." she said softly, quickly taking of the mask with her other hand.
She watched his eyes. The beautiful gold and red, framed by long dark lashes. For the first time she noticed the small golden flecks in the red eye. Slowly his eyes focused on her, recognition appearing in them.
Nova stared at Amilia.
His chest still felt tight, but it now felt like he could breathe again. It took him a moment before he realized that his fingers were around her throat.
"....Princess..." he whispered.
He snatched his hand back, before slowly reaching out to the bruises on her face. "What did I do....?"
Amilia smiled, touching his cheek. "You're back...." she said.
Nova flinched away from her, stumbling to his feet. For a moment it felt the world was turning, before he managed to get his balance back. All he could do was stare at the bruises and cuts on Amilia's face.
"It's okay...." Amilia said softly as she got to her feet, slowly walking over to where he stood.
He looked down, away from her.
"It's not...." he said "Just.... just look at what I did to you.... Again"
Amilia smiled softly as took his face into her hands, resting her forehead against his. "Oh Nova..." she said softly "It's okay.... I'm okay..."
"How can it be okay?" he asked.
"Because.... I got you back.... You're here..... and you're alright" she said, just focusing on his eyes, which refused to meet hers "And I will gladly pay with a few scratches and bruises, if that means that you'll be alright as well.... This wasn't you fault.... Dominic...."
He took a shaky breath, but did not say anything. He was so tired, it didn't feel like he could keep holding on for much longer.
"Dominic..." Amilia said again "Will you look at me, please?"
Nova just shook his head slightly. He couldn't look at her.
See the bruises and cuts on her face that he caused. Just feeling a gentle touch of her hands on his face was almost more than he could take.
Amilia closed her eyes. Her thumbs rubbing gently over his cheek. "You're okay...." she said again "I was so worried.... You just disappeared.... and we didn't know what was going on.... But you're here now.... and you're alright..."
Slowly almost as if he was scarred that she'll disappear, he placed one hand over hers. Her hand was warm and so much smaller than his.
Without realizing it, he leaned a bit more into her touch.
"... I'm so sorry...." he whispered "Amilia..... I'm so sorry...."
Amilia pulled away slightly. "It's alright..." she said softly "It's alright.... You're alright.... I'm alright...."
Nova shut his eyes tightly. Exhaustion rushed through him and the world started to fade. His knees buckled and both of them sank to the ground. Warm arms wrapped around him.
"I've got you...." Amilia's voice whispered as it slowly faded as well.
***
Amilia stood next to Nova's bed. Now that they were back and he's been treated, she could take a good look at him.
He look exhausted.
They had to reset his arm and shoulder, his arm was in a cast and a sling. Even a few of his fingers were splinted. And then there were the bruises and cuts.
If she didn't know any better, she should have thought that he'd been fighting for days on end.
She sighed as she pulled a chair over and sat down. "You stupid man...." she said softly "What were you thinking? You shouldn't have gone there on your own"
With a sigh, she took his hand, resting her head on the side of the bed. Slowly her eyes started closing.
Nova slowly opened his eyes. It took a while before his mind caught up with happened. He smothered a cough, before turning his head. When his eyes finally focused on the red next to his arm, he realized that it was Amilia's hair.
He tried to move his hand, but it wouldn't listen to him. There was something warm wrapped around his fingers.
Carefully he managed to untangle his fingers from Amilia's. Gently he brushed some of the hair out of her face. Some times when the sun caught her hair just right, it reminded him of a fire.
"...hey princess..." he muttered.
Only when he heard his own voice sounding so muffled did he realize that there was a mask over his face.
When he tried to lift his other hand, it dawned on him that his arm was in a cast and a sling. It was not going to move the way he wanted it to. He wanted to take the mask off, but he still felt so exhausted that even breathing was a chore.
".... princess..." he muttered again, softly poking her against the head "You're going to... get a stiff... neck.... sleeping like that"
Slowly Amilia's eyes flickered open.
Nova poked her forehead again, before dropping his hand back onto the bed. It took to much energy to keep his arm up.
Amilia's head snapped up and she stared at Nova for a moment. "You're awake...." she said, eyes going wide.
"Not... sure I want to be..." he said, giving her a slight smile, before shivering.
Frowning Amilia leaned over him, putting her hand against his forehead. "You feel a bit warm..." she said.
"Hhhmmm..." was all answer she got.
When she looked over at him, his eyes was closed.
"You idiot of a man..." she said as she sat back down again.
WiJ 2023 - 11: What Whump Media do you Prefer and Why?
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Picky and Squicky
Okay, so I actually prefer writing and styalised, semi-realistic, and animation art as my mediums of whump.
I have a strong aversion to a lot of live-action whump and I can't place why other than that I am just a very squeamish person (a couple of months back, I cut my thumb, and passed out not once, but four (4) fucking times. You heard me right. I'm FUCKED lmao I WISH I was exaggerating)... ANYWAY ^-^'
We have established that I am squeamish, which means that any media with realistic blood and gore is automatically kinda gross rather than whumpy; instead of the fun stomach flips, I get the not-so-fun stomach unsettle. So, many T.V. shows and movies which many consider to be whumpy just don't do it for me, because even on the offchance that the character fits into my hyperspecific tastes in whumpees, it's unlikely it'll ever come to anything because of the way realistic effects sicken me (not negative, I mean very literally, almost lost my dinner once from a very realistic and talented portrayal of arsenic poisoning that I was NOT prepared for lmao).
I saw this gif once, a knife trailing across skin. Would've been absolutely gorgeous if it hadn't made my skin crawl like I scraped a knife badly across a ceramic plate for minutes afterward (:
All this to say that written, drawn, and animated mediums are the only media I reliably get whumperflies off, and even then, It's usually writing, or art, usually my own art because, again, I am very specific and I have a lot more context for an image I created myself ^-^' (usually a drawing of a whumpy idea).
Writing, art, and animation are safe, reliable, and they deliver for me, they allow the portrayals of my favourite kind of whumpees, I can go as niche as I want, and since most of the whump devouring I do is online, I can filter out a lot of the content I don't want to see uwu
I’m in a bit of a tight spot; I’m working on a long form story in the background, and I pretty soon I’ll be going in for surgery number… 13ish?
Eh, I kinda stopped counting a couple of years ago. But I think I have broken my record and managed to schedule procedures back-to-back-to back. (I’ve had emergency surgery to fix my central line twice in the last week, and next week I have a surgery with GI.)
For WIJ this year, I’ll be posting popcorn; I’ll fill a prompt if I have a minute to sit down and really give it an effort. If I don’t, I’ll skip it. I’ll probably have more skips than posts, If you know what I mean. ;)
For today, I’m hoping to go back and do 1 & 3. No promises, of course, but I have a goal to get more in touch with my shorter stories and fanfic.
I love you guys!
- Laur
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TLDR: For WIJ, I’ll fill a prompt if I have the time and energy. If I don’t, I’ll skip it.
