June Of Doom Day 19

June of Doom Day 19

"I'm not going anywhere"

| Wound Cleaning | Guilt | Chair |

Cw: The tags above, planning murder, implied betrayal and abuse.

I'm gonna do a continuation of Day 13 cause yall liked that as much as I did. No need to read that one though.

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Sidekick was slumped in the chair in Villain's lair, conscious but weak, as Henchman stitched them up.

"I should never have trusted them," they cursed out Hero, Henchman listening with clenched fists as they rinsed out the cloth and used it to wipe away the blood staining Sidekick's torso.

"I'll kill them. I'll kill them for this."

"Hey, it's not your fault," Sidekick assured them. Henchman dropped the cloth into the bowl of water woth a splash.

"It is. I never should have left you with them."

"It doesn't matter, you can't change it. Just don't leave me now."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Good," Sidekick smiled weakly and Henchman picked up the cloth again, wiping away the blood and grime that coated Sidekick's arm.

"They're right, Henchman," Villain interjected, standing at the doorway to the room, leaning against the frame. Henchman hadn't heard them enter. "It's my fault. I never should have let Hero go this far. They're my enemy."

"What are you going to do?"

"That's up to Sidekick, actually."

Sidekick raised their head in surprise.

"I'm going to go after Hero, and I'm going to beat them to a bloody pulp. Do you want me to drag them back here for you to take a turn? Or can I kill them where they stand?"

Sidekick thought for a moment, before looking up at Villain with a sneer.

"Kill them, I don't ever want to see their face again."

Villain smiled. "Good."

June of Doom Day 26

"I made a mistake."

| Ambulance | Hopelessness | Numb |

Cw: The tags above. Implied kidnapping, arguing. Threats

a lil late but exams are officially done now so I might actually get a proper post schedule and set up my blog proper. Have some nice Whumper whump.

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Whumper paced up and down the room, nervously biting their nails.

"I made a mistake."

"It'll be okay-"

"No!" Whumper was almost yelling. "It won't be okay. Whumpee is gone and now I'll never get them back. And now I stuck with this fake."

They gestured at Civilian, tied up on the ground, their arms numb from being pulled so tight behind them, one eye swollen shut and the other pressed into the ground.

Other Whumper placed a hand on Whumper's restless shoulder. "It'll be okay. We'll find Whumpee and bring him back here and everything will be back to normal. My people are already out searching. Right now we have to deal with them." They nodded at the limp form on the ground.

"What do we do?" Whumper asked.

"We can deal with them ourselves, or dump them at a hospital."

Whumper thought for only a moment. "Dump them at a hospital. I don't want anymore hassle. I'm waiting for Whumpee."

Other Whumper gave a brief nod, then grabbed the zip tie holding Civilian's legs together and began to drag them away.

"Oh, and Whumper?"

Whumper looked up at them. "What?"

"Next time you fuck up this bad, it won't be Whumpee that ends up dragged into my cells."

Whumper didn't respond, and Other Whumper didn't so much as acknowledge them again as they dragged the struggling person along the rough concrete towards the door.

June of Doom Day 27

"I'm so sorry."

| Sacrifice | Obsession | Display |

Cw: The tags above, chains, abandonment

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Hero struggled against the cultists as they were dragged forward towards the altar, but their hands were bound tight, and there was nothing they could do to stop from being forced to their knees before the decorated podium.

They watched as the cultists arranged themselves, in circle, their robes dragging on the ground dramatically. They would have scoffed at the theatrics if they hadn't glanced up.

Above them, hanging from the ceiling by various chains, were seven people. And one of them was villain.

Villain appeared the only one that was awake. They gave a little half-hearted wave to Hero, seemingly nonchalant, but Hero could see the wince of pain from here.

A tear slipped from Hero's eye. They had arrested Henchman when they came claiming Villain had been taken. They had convinced everyone it was trap. Convinced no one to go after them.

But here was Villain, very much kidnapped, hanging from a cult's ceiling.

"I'm so sorry," Hero muttered, and Villain frowned, then gestured towards the altar.

Or what had been an altar.

When Hero turned their attention back to the centre of the circle, the draped table was gone, replaced by a kneeling woman.

One of the cultists kicked Hero forward and they stumbled, falling to their knees before her.

"We have brought them to you, our goddess," the cultist said, bowing.

The woman nodded and shooed them away.

She turned to Hero.

"My child, I have been looking for you for so long. I took this from you so you would come but you never did," she gestured at Villain. "I'm sorry if my people were harsh, but all will be well now that you are here."

"Wait, what?" Hero cocked their head. They had never seen this woman before in their life. "Do I know you?"

"No my child, not yet. But I know you. And now, you will be mine."

"Wait, no-"

They didn't get to finish their sentence as the woman gripped their shirt and pulled them towards her, until her face was mere inches from theirs.

"And now that I have you, I will never let you go."

Hehe I am stealing this

Prompts for AI-less Whumptober 2023

It’s finally time! These are your official prompts for AI-less Whumptober 2023! We have 31 days of wonderful whump prompts. Each day has a set of 3 different prompts to choose from! Alternative prompts will be posted under the cut.

Happy whumping!

Here are the alternative prompts for AI-less Whumptober 2023! There is one alternative prompt for every day in October.

AI-less Whumptober 2023

Drugging / sick / poisoned 

Overworked / insomnia / Exhaustion

Sensory deprivation / overstimulation / isolation 

Hiding an injury / betrayal / lying

Hostage / kidnapping / Held at gunpoint

Conditioning / mind control / forced to hurt someone else

Flatline / Restrained / CPR

Panic attacks / Dissociation / Seizure

Scar reveal / Interrogation / Presumed dead

Branding / Scarring / collar

Fainting / Paralyzed / Adrenaline 

Self harm / Sacrifice / Character death

Earthquake / Flood / Crushed

Bleeding through the bandage / Field medicine / no anesthesia

Experimentation / Muzzle / transformation

Amputation/ chronic pain / Hospital

Hypothermia / heat stroke / “You look a little pale”

Fever / vomiting / Warm soup

Taken for granted/ Left behind/ “Why wasn’t I enough?”

Dehumanization/ Stockholm Syndrome/ Master and servant

Blood loss / shock / Near death experience

Whipping / Punishment / Stress position

Begging / “Take me instead” / Forced to watch

Failed escape / hunted down / Too exhausted to keep running

 Nightmares / Flashback / “Why didn’t you save me?”

 Magical exhaustion or injury / Curse / Came back wrong

 Forgotten/ Locked away/ Immortal Whumpee

 Hair pulling / Oxygen Deprivation / Sweating

 “The easy way or the hard way?” / Bargaining / Forced to choose

 Possession / Mind Games / Coma

PTSD / Headaches / Crying  Here are the alternative prompts for AI-less Whumptober 2023! There is one alternative prompt for every day in October.

Bloody knuckles

Gunshot wound

Separated from loved ones

Drowning

Blackmail

Crying to sleep

Disowned by family

Electrocution

Forced feeding

Bullied

Suffocation

Abandoned

Grief 

Human Shield 

Self-defense

Lab rat

Memory loss

Misunderstanding

Hypnosis

Mutilation 

Mouth stitched shut

Nerve damage

Nervous breakdown

Words carved into skin

Stalked

Non-Consensual touching

Paranoia

Peer pressure

Prison

Silent treatment

Truth serum

Whumptober Day 2

A/N: Ayo so I was a bit manic last night lol you can tell my posts were not written by a sane person, but I am no quitter, so if my mental breakdown decided to do Whumptober, then I'm doing Whumptober. Here's day 2! Hope yall like it and I'd love any feedback!

Hours and Hours

Overworked / Insomnia / Exhaustion

Whumpee knelt on the marble floors, scrubbing the skirting boards with the rough brush. Their calloused hands were already bruised blistered and bleeding from how much he'd been scrubbing, but he couldn't stop, Whumper said he couldn't stop until the alarm went off. Whumpee didn't know when that would be, he didn't even know how long he had been cleaning for, he had no way to tell time. But he was exhausted. Bone-numbingly tired. He kept shutting his eyes and disassociating for mere seconds before the collar around his neck would shock him back awake and he'd resume scrubbing. He was so tired, and all his muscles ached so bad, but he knew that he wouldn't even be able to sleep when the time came.

Every night he lay in bed awake for hours, maybe getting one or two hours of sleep at most. Whumper had insisted he start working harder, doing more, so he would be tired enough to sleep at night. But it didn't seem to be working. Every night he collapsed into bed, so wrecked it hurt to even roll over, and he stared at the crack in the ceiling for hours until Whumper came back to put him to work again. Yesterday he'd shovelled gravel all day, today he was scrubbing the skirting boards. He didn't know how long Whumper was making him work, he had no sense of time, but he would swear it was longer than Whumper stated.

Whumper would tell him only two or three hours had passed when to Whumpee it had felt more like twelve. They'd promise to come back and get him soon, and then be gone for so long that Whumpee wanted to break down, only to be called dramatic by Whumper, because Whumper said they hadn't even been gone an hour.

At the start, Whumpee was convinced Whumper was lying to him, that they were just gaslighting him, but as time went on, the lies seemed to good to be lies, and he started to believe them. Why would Whumper lie anyway?

He moved on to the final board in the room, his knees so sore they were numb, and started scrubbing, just praying that the alarm would go off soon, but just as he shuffled down, dipping his brush into the manky water again, Whumper came in, their work backpack slung over one shoulder, and their hands carrying a tray of food for Whumpee.

"How are you getting on Whumpee?" they asked cheerily, setting the tray down on the floor, "I brought you lunch!"

"L-Lunch?"

"Yeah, a BLT, your favourite."

"But-but I thought I was nearly done-" Whumpee was ready to cry.

"Don't be silly, it's not even halfway through the day! Lots of work to be done yet."

Whumpee couldn't stop the sob that ripped itself from his throat as Whumper patted his shoulder in mock kindness.

June of Doom Day 22

"I'm trying!"

| Humiliation | Crutches | Rage |

Cw: Mentions of punishment, tags above.

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Whumper kicked Whumpee's legs out from under them, again.

They fell to the ground with a thud, their crutches rolling away from them.

"Pathetic," Whumper muttered, and Whumpee sobbed.

"I'm trying!"

"No," Whumper grabbed them by their shirt, hoisting them up, "you're not. Again."

Whumpee reached down and picked up the crutches, trying again to cross the room.

Their legs were destroyed, their bones set wrong afte Whumper had punished them. So now they had to learn to walk again.

They managed three steps before Whumper ran out of patience and kicked them down again.

"Is this all you can do?" Whumper kicked them again, knocking the wind from them. "Only a few meager steps after all I've done for you."

Whumpee let out another shuddering sob. "I'm sorry."

"You will be."