June Of Doom Day 7

June of Doom Day 7

"What's the bad news?"

| Disoriented | Bite | Chainsaw |

Cw: Kidnapping, ambiguity. I didn't use the chainsaw on my whumpee cause I'm not that cruel to poor Sidekick.

Exams have begun so tragically it will be a bit of "post schedule who?" for a while, but I'll do my best to keep posting every day!

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Sidekick watched through half-lidded eyes as Villain hefted the chainsaw and began hacking at the door. They were groggy and tired, their head pounding, and all they could hear was the beating of their heart and the roar of the chainsaw.

They knew they had to do something. Stop them. Get away. But they could barely form a sentence, let alone get up and run.

"Villain," they managed, "Let me- let me go."

Villain let go of the weapon and dropped it to the floor, not even looking at Sidekick, only at the fresh cuts they'd made in the wooden door that separated the two of them from the outside door. That kept Sidekick inside headquarters.

"None of that now Sidekick, I'm trying to help you."

They stepped back, gauging the distance, before bringing their leg up and kicking the door with all their might. It rattled. They did it again. And again. Until the door crashed to the ground outside.

Sidekick flinched at the noise.

Villain leant down and scooped Sidekick up, carrying them like they were nothing out the door and towards their car. Sidekick was too weak to do anything against them.

Villain managed to swing the car door open and lower Sidekick in without too much hassle, but as they tried to buckle them in, Sidekick did the only thing they could. They bit them.

"Ow, fuck. Did you just bite me? What the fuck, Sidekick?"

Villain pushed them back against the seat, one hand firmly on their chest, the other pulling the seatbelt across and buckling it.

Villain pulled away, cradling their hand. "Don't fucking bite me again, okay?"

They climbed into the driver seat and sped away from headquarters, Sidekick getting more and more groggy until they finally fell unconscious.

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AN: short ik but I'm trying. I like the ambiguity in this though. Like is villain caretaker or whumper? Who knows. Not me cause all I know is stress. If anyone wants to send asks feel free cause God knows I need the inspiration. I'll set up a proper pinned post for my blog whenever I find my sanity.

June of Doom Day 15

"Please"

| Blindfold | Pressure Points | Scream |

Cw: Torture, The prompts above

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Whumpee was terrified to the point of shaking. They tugged uselessly at their bonds as they heard the footsteps of Whumper circling them. They were blindfolded, unable to see a thing, and tied down to a table so they couldn't interfere.

"Whumpee, have you ever heard of pressure points?" Whumper asked, running their finger down Whumpee's arm.

Whumpee didn't answer. The next thing they knew, there was a sharp slice across their arm and they screamed.

"I asked you a question Whumpee."

They whimpered, then shook their head.

"They're these points on the body connected to nerves." Whumper's hand resumed its path, running gently down their side. "They can be used to release stress, or pain. But some..." Whumper's hand stopped on Whumpee's throat.

"Please," Whumpee whimpered, but they weren't even sure what they were asking for. Whumper didn't acknowledge it.

They leaned in close, so their breath ghosted Whumpee's ear. "Some cause pain."

They pushed down on the point on their Adam's apple, and Whumpee screamed.

June of Doom Day 16

"At least it can't get any worse"

| Stairs | Concussion | Hammer |

Cw: Escape attempt, prompts above, and bone breaking.

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Whumpee sat on a chair in the sparklingly white room, groggy and confused, their hands and feet tied down.

They couldn't see properly, their vision was blurred and the light was way too bright. But they could make out the shape of Whumper when they entered.

They circled Whumpee a few times, not saying a word.

They finally stopped in front of them, tilting their chin up to look at them. Whumpee blinked, trying to clear their vision.

"What did you think you would achieve by running?"

Whumpee couldn't answer. Whumper dropped their chin and began to circle them.

"Did you think it couldn't get any worse? Did you think you actually had a chance? All you succeeded in doing was falling down some stairs, concussing yourself, and making me angry."

Whumpee whimpered, unable to form a complete sentence.

Whumper leaned in close. "You were wrong Whumpee, it can get worse. And because I can't touch that pretty little head of yours until it's healed, I'll have to punish you some other way."

"No," Whumpee managed, but Whumper ignored them and drew a hammer from the table against the wall.

"I hope I won't ever have to say it again, Whumpee. You are never getting away from me."

With that, Whumper drew up the hammer and brought it down on Whumpee's hand as hard as they could, and Whumpee screamed.

I have found a different prompt list to follow but i swear I'm gonna follow it. Things are coming.

For anybody looking to do more whump in June, some fellow whump fans encouraged me to make a prompt list!

Please feel free to participate with original or fan works of any kind (writing, photos, gifs, mood boards, videos, songs, whatever creative medium your heart desires!). You can do one or all of the prompts on any given day, and if none are to your liking, check out the alternate prompts!

My only rule is that you tag your stuff with proper warnings, plzkthnx.

And don't forget to tag your entries with #juneofdoom so I can reblog them here! Have fun!

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June of Doom Day 9

"I should have listened to you"

| Sprain | Defiant | Smoke |

Cw: threats, aggravating injury, creepy whumper

I had fun with this one cause the tags were so random, and who doesn't love a defiant whumpee?

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Whumpee lay on the ground, clutching their sprained ankle, and tried to drag themself away from Whumper.

Whumper continued to advance though, and Whumpee was nowhere near fast enough to escape them. Whumpee coughed, feeling the smoke begin to claw its way into their lungs. The fire was getting closer. The heat was beginning to scorch the air and the smoke was thickening with each passing second as Whumper drew closer. The smoke didn't seem to affect them in the slightest.

Whumper crouched before them and grabbed their ankle, yanking them towards them. Whumpee yelped in pain.

"You thought you could get away? Aw Whumpee, did you really think you could escape me?"

Whumpee tried to scramble away but Whumper's grip on their ankle was solid.

"I told you I'd burn down this house if you ever returned, but you never listen. I'll tell you what, if you beg me to take you back, it you admit you should have listened to me, I'll help you back home and fix up this ankle of yours. And if you don't..." Whumper twisted their swollen ankle, eliciting a cry of pain from Whumpee, who began to curse them out.

"I'll never beg you, psychopath!"

Whumper chuckled. "Aw, it's cute that you think that. I'll have you begging soon enough." And with that, they yanked Whumpee even closer and readjusted their grip, standing and beginning to drag Whumpee by their injured foot, right towards the flames.

Whumpee squirmed and kicked but Whumper was too strong, and they could do nothing but scream as they were dragged over the burning furniture.

June of Doom Day 8

"Breathe, damn you!"

| Shock | Amputation | Infection |

Cw: The tags above, tho the amputation part is off-screen.

Cutting close again I know but exams are here and stress is near so I'm just gonna be proud of posting daily. These prompts were rough yall I don't like stuff this dark so I made do with what I could handle. It's short af cause I really don't like this level of gore.

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Caretaker slumped against the wall, breathing heavily, their eyes watering. They couldn't believe what they'd done.

Whumpee lay unconscious on the medical table in front of them, the stump where their left leg was now cleanly bandaged and covered in a blanket.

The wound had gotten infected. Infected so badly that Whumpee went into shock. They were shaking and half-delirious by the time Caretaker found them. And they passed out just around the time they realised the leg had to go.

Whumper was still out there, somewhere, and as Caretaker stared at the dip in the blanket where Whumpee's leg should be, they resolved that Whumper would feel that pain. It was Whumper who inflicted the wound and let it get infected, so it was Whumper who should pay the price.

Caretaker would have marched out of that room to go find the bastard had Whumpee not begun to stir at that very moment.

"Whumper?" they whimpered, their voice hoarse.

"Whumpee it's me, Caretaker," Caretaker rushed over to them, taking their hand.

Whumpee pulled their hand away, looking like they were going to roll over, off the table, but they fell back unconscious before that could happen.

Caretaker just sighed and rearranged the blankets so Whumpee was unlikely to roll right off the table, then went to make some tea.