Join us for a week of organized crime whump from March 14-20, 2022. Bring your crime syndicates, families, gangs, and let’s have some whumpy fun!
Important Event Notes: the prompts are not assigned to a specific day. You can use any prompt or combination of prompts on any day during the week of March 14-20. You can choose one for each day in an order that best fits the story you want to tell, or combine two or more in any fashion that suits your creative spark.
As always, any form of creation is accepted, whether it be writing, art, moodboards, cosplays, and more. Show us what you’ve got, whump community!
Olsan Huntley died the way he lived - violently - in a deserted alley off of 45th and Holly. It was quick. One moment he’d stepped out of the car, enraged at the driver who’d wisely fled the scene and the next, with the deafening crack of a gun, his life was taken from him.
Armani returns the next morning. He still hasn’t changed, though he’s discarded his jacket, and under the edge of his rolled-up sleeves, hidden so hospital workers won’t question, Cyril spots flecks of blood. Fresh.
“I brought one of the boys to sit outside your room,” he announces, folding into the chair by Cyril’s bed with a stifled sigh. “He’ll stay until you’re well enough to go home.”
“Do you really think that’s necessary?” Esme cranes his head to peer out of the door. “Oh, hey Dan.”
Dan waves before turning back to watch nurses and doctors hurry by.
“I mean, they’re all dead but one. Right? And this is a hospital.”
Cyril exchanges a glance with Armani, surprised– and not, at the same time– at the way his expression mirrors their own thoughts. Esme was always the sunshine prince of his father’s shadowed kingdom. Even before their impromptu absence, Cyril often found they knew the darker underbelly of humanity better than the crime lord’s son.
