!Whump and gore! Az, 26 he/it, may contain mature themes, Mostly a place to post Sketches I do far away from my professional artwork. All characters are OCs unless stated. pfp: Burntcoffeewhump
Hello fellow demon whump enjoyers, welcome to my blog!
You can call me Az. I mostly use He/Him pronouns, but "it" is almost more fun. I am 25, queer, and from California! I mostly draw little sketch comics of my Ocs and occasionally write. I am also V new to tumblr so pardon me if I seem clueless about things!!
This blog is not trying to be child friendly! Enter at own risk! The rating is technically PG-13(no full frontal nudity, no graphic depictions of sex) but the violence is still there and Azzi rarely is allowed clothing privileges. As such I request people be 16+ and 18+ to inbox me.
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You can find all of my artwork under #Demondamageart and comics under #Demondamagecomics. I also tag character names (Aziphem, Ko Sakamoto, Alejo, Haziel, Warren) to search for them.
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When I have more OC bio/lore to post, you will see it here! Same with my masterlists for challenges and writings! But this is a work in progress :)
Here's what you can expect to see on my blog:
Whump! No shit! Specifically of my OCs
Non sexual nudity
Carewhumpers!
Physical violence of many varieties
Emotion/Mental manipulation
FTM Trans Whumpee and Whumper (Aziphem and Haziel)
Intimate whump
Medical/Lab whump
(mostly) Immortal whump
And maybe a smattering of gore (classifying gore as injuries that would kill a mortal: decapitation, throat slit, gut spill) this will be rare and tagged with gore and gore art tags
Here's what I probably will not be posting (not that I dislike these, just don't really draw them)
As always, picking what prompts to include was really hard thanks to you guys' wonderful brains, but we hope this list will excite many of you! Additional info + plain text versions of the prompts can be found under the cut. Please check the FAQ below before sending asks.
FAQ and Rules
What sort of content can I create for this event?
You can create whatever you want (fic, art, edits, etc). Any fandom is allowed, as well as OC stuff. NSFW is allowed, but please tag your content accordingly! The only thing not allowed is AI-generated content. You're also free to combine these prompts with the prompts of any other event.
Do I need to make 31 things to participate?
Oh heavens no! You can make as much or as little content as you like, skip days when desired, or combine prompts (so for example, write something that covers a prompt from day 1, 2, AND 3). You don't have to do the days in order either, go wild! To be considered a 'completionist', you only have to make sure that at the end of the month, you've covered 31 prompts from 31 different days, but whether you do that in 31 works or just 1 is up to you. Your works can be separate oneshots or one continuous fic, or something in-between.
How do I interpret these prompts?
Creativity is the name of the game here! If you don't understand a prompt, feel free to send us an ask about it. However, the important thing is you can interpret the prompts however you want. For example, 'heat' could be literal (fever, heatstroke, burn wounds) or figurative (somebody getting heat for something). The dialogue prompts are allowed to be slightly rewritten to fit better for the character whose mouth it's coming out of, be that the whumpee, whumpter, or caretaker. As long as you're having fun!
What are these alts about?
If none of the three prompts of a particular day are your cup of tea, you can swap them out for an alt prompt of your choice. This will count as having covered that day for completionists.
How do I tag my works and is there an AO3 collection?
It suffices to tag your work with #ailesswhumptober for us to see and reblog it! Please also tag nsfw content, since we'll be using that tag on this blog too. Tagging the day is optional but does help the mods along.
There will be an AO3 collection like every year. It will be linked here once created (closer to October).
What's this I hear about badges/achievements?
For those who want an extra challenge, we come up with a set of achievements each year in addition to the 'completionist' one for you to strive for. Each achievement you complete comes with a cool little badge, hand drawn by our very own Mod Radio, which you can claim at the end of the event. A full list of the achievements will be linked here once created (closer to October).
That should be all. If you have any additional questions, check our pinned or hit us up in the ask box. Or join our discord maybe, whumping can be a great group activity!
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Plain text versions of the prompts:
October 1: Used like an object - Sacrificial lamb - "Can't you see you're hurting them?!"
October 2: Pulled underwater - Electrical burns - "I never expected this from you."
October 3: Magical affliction - Struggling to breathe - "Pain makes you taste sweeter."
October 4: Substance withdrawal - Moments too late - "Shhh, shhh, you're okay."
October 5: Life altering injury - Pushed to the limit - "Go to hell!"
October 6: Arranged Marriage - Misunderstanding leads to whump - "I deserve this."
October 7: Trapped in a small space - Dehydration - "How many fingers am I holding up?"
October 8: Sibling caretaker - Whumpee trivializing their own trauma - "Me?! What about you?!"
October 9: Forced to fight - In the nick of time - "What happened? You look half dead."
October 10: No sedation - Flinching - "Just hold on a little longer."
October 11: War prize - Gilded cage - "You'll live to regret that, I'll make sure of it."
October 12: Psychological torture - Hallucinations - "This is where you belong."
October 13: Human shield - Surprised at being offered aid - "You're hurt because of me."
October 14: Thrown into a wall - Blood draining - "Look at you. Pathetic."
October 15: Last one left of a species - Raised in a laboratory - "Whatever happens, just remember that I love you."
October 16: Moment of softness - Losing a comfort item - “I hate you"..."I love you too.”
October 17: Apotheosis/Deification - Resurrection - "I'm saving you from yourself."
October 18: Collapsing from exhaustion - Hunted like an animal - "This is how you repay me?"
October 19: Nonconsensual body modifications - Unconventional limb removal - "Be good."
October 20: Bridal carry - Weakness - "Sweet dreams, whumpee."
October 22: Unconscious for days/weeks - Classic sickfic - "Hey, open your eyes. Stay awake for me."
October 23: Unwilling witness - Blindfolded - "I miss it more than I can ever explain."
October 24: Everybody you once loved is dead - Scar torn open - "Please don't lie to me."
October 25: Living weapon - Forced to hurt somebody - "If you love me, you'll do it."
October 26: Fever causes a seizure - Can't see straight - "I thought it was just a cold."
October 27: Infection spread through bite - Rash - "Don't touch it, you'll make it worse."
October 28: Flogging/Whipping - Hanging - "I just want it to stop."
October 29: Stabbed in the back - Untrustworthy - "At least I never pretended to be anything I'm not."
October 30: Public humiliation - Involuntary tremors - “Takes one to know one, hm?”
October 31: (Found) family but they suck - Reading the will - "You actually thought I cared? That's hilarious."
ALTS:
1. Haywire instincts
2. Shaving
3. Forced bitching
4. Time loop
5. Dopplegänger/Changeling
6. Tampering with food or drink
7. Eldritch horror
Aziphem had not taken his meds and Warren was seeing why the one time he met with Ko alone he drilled into him that he had to,
On the other side of the door Aziphem screamed and hurled himself against the door, fighting for a way out of the closet. Warren braced himself, halo rattling with each hit from the demon.
“I’ll fucking KILL YOU-” A distorted voice came from behind the hard wood. “Warren you fucking piece of shit angel let me out.”
The reminders that he was an angel now always stung worst. Aziphem had promised not to but- well - he was not exactly in his right mind. Warren pressed his back to the door and fumbled with his phone. A number he had bookmarked and never wanted to call.
“Mr. Vale.” Ko’s voice was calm as ever on the other side of the phone. “Truly a pleasure-”
“Stuff it.” Warren snapped, enduring a particularly harsh barrage. He rattled off their GPS coordinates. “He’s off his meds.”
“Oh dear.” The phone beeped and just as Warren was cursing that bastard for hanging up on him, the air ahead of him shimmered.
Alejo barged in and pressed against the door, just as Warren was weakening. Warren collapsed to the ground but smacked Ko’s hand away when it was offered to him.
“You’re welcome.” Ko sighed, crossing his arms. Perhaps it was the fall from grace, or maybe the fact he talked to Warren as an equal, but Warren had noticed Ko was much less fake calm.
“We need to get him sedated.” Ko opened his bag, retrieving a long needle. “This has his medication and a heavy dose of anesthetic. He will be asleep as soon as it hits his system. Alejo, you hold him while I-”
“While I give him the dose.” Warren interrupted.
“Do you really want him associating this with you? You are his caretaker.”
“He’s my boyfriend.” Warren hissed. “He’s scared- I want to show him that this care can be gentle.”
Ko sighed but handed Warren the syringe. “If you so desire.”
Warren took the needle and uncapped it, taking a stance in front of the door. “Let him out.”
“Alejo will grab him.”
“I will grab him.”
“You are so stubborn.” Ko sighed. “We will be here if he overpowers you.”
“He won’t.”
Alejo and Warren locked eyes, a small nod from the elder angel. He braced, then threw the door open. Aziphem flew out, screaming and grabbing at Warren. Sharp teeth met shoulder but Warren only grunted.
“I know you’re scared my love.” He whispered, pinning Aziphem into a hug as he tried to pull away. “This is ok. This is healing. I love you.” He whispered.
Aziphem screamed and tried to rip, only to have Warren jam the needle in. Instantly he calmed, gently closing his eyes as the anesthetic hit. Warren shushed him softly, cuddling him in as his bite loosened.
“ I think my ears are getting old.” Alejo towered over the guard, glaring down. “It sounded like you just said no to me.”
“I- Yes sir I am sorry sir no you can not see him.”
“Thats my fucking husband in there.”
“I-” The girl stammered, crunching in on herself. “I’m not supposed to-”
“Fine. Then stop me.”
Alejo shoved past the girl, slamming the lab door with a hearty shove. The lock held. The hinges did not. He all but threw the door to the side. Two armed guards waited on the other side. One raised their gun. The other stopped them.
“He’ll fucking kill you-” A whisper as Alejo stormed past.
“But we can’t just let him-”
“Do YOU want to fight him?”
Silence
Alejo pushed his way into the operating room, glaring at the room full of researchers in surgical gear.
“Out.”
No one dared argue, leaving with hurried whispers.
Ko laid motionless on the steel table, nude with his new horns. To the researchers- those horns and his white eyes were all that changed when Ko turned. To Alejo, he saw the way his ribs poked through. The more prominent hip bones. A dullness to once glasslike hair. As if his condition was eating him alive…
“Hey there.”
Alejo whirled around, glaring down at the stocky brown haired woman in front of him. “Emile.”
“It’s hard seeing him like this isn’t it?” Emile took a step closer to Ko, only to have Alejo block her path.
“You don’t touch him.”
“What’s your plan here Alejo? To walk out with him?”
“And if it is?”
“Then I have to stop you. And I really don’t want to pick that fight with you.”
“Because you’ll lose.”
“Because if you hurt me the 20 guards outside will shoot you and him. You’re a lot of things, but not bulletproof.”
The reality gnawwed at Alejo, fed by the truth of Emile’s statements. Slowly he deflated.
“They’re going to kill him.”
“Yes.” Emile took a step closer, putting a hand on Alejo. “He did this to himself, sacrificing angel lives. Allowing the harbinger to escape. He put the world in danger to save a demon.
“This is his life’s work…”
“And it’s our purpose to destroy the harbinger. We almost had it.”
“I know.” Emile rubbed Alejo’s arm. “But you need to.”
“I can’t.” Alejo turned to Ko, running his hand through that long white hair. Hair that always got in his mouth when they cuddled. Hair he tried to braid but was too damn straight to stay.
“You need to say goodbye Alejo.” Emile rubbed his arm. “I’ll give you a moment.”
Alejo stared down at Ko’s unconscious form, the man he loved doomed to never wake up again. With gentle hands he lifted Ko’s bruised and thinned body, holding it tight in his arms. His skin warmed Alejo’s, a demon’s warmth burning inside him.
“Alejo please don’t make this harder than it needs to be-”
“I’m sorry Emile.”
White wings extended from Alejo’s back, surrounding him and his love. No matter what Ko did- Alejo was bound to love him. Forever. Regardless.
And then the world cracked.
Every piece of glass shattered, from the lights to the observation windows. Screams filled the air as the air seemed to split, compressing around Alejo.
They were in the Sierras, deep in the back country at a small hidden hunting cavern. The sudden teleportation churned Alejo’s stomach and he puked on the granite, almost dropping Ko.
But they were free. And they had to lay low. The hunting cabin had dampening magic embedded in it, inside they were nearly human, and as such were near impossible to track. Because all of heaven was hunting them.
The bed was a log cot with a sleeping bag but Alejo laid down, Ko still in his arms. He hadn’t done that in centuries and it wore on his body.
“Imm- whermi-”
“Shh my love.” Alejo nuzzled his head into Ko’s wary of the horns. “Rest. You’re safe now.”
10 white lab coats. 10 Pairs of black slacks. 10 slate blue button ups. 2 Pairs of non-slip shoes.
It could not be more different than the sunflower embroidered purple silk robe Ko had thrown on as he got out of bed. Consistency was key in the labs, it helped his patients establish routine.
“Its not you.” As if Alejo could read his thoughts, he approached Ko from behind and snuggled into him. His lips brushed Ko’s neck, leaving soft kisses up to his ear. “I remember the man who showed up to his first day of his apprenticeship in a ceremonial robe.”
“It was a ceremony was it not?” Ko pressed himself back into Alejo’s nude form. Chiseled. Scarred. Godly.
“You looked great.”
“Mmm so thats when the crush started.”
“I ignored it.”
“For another 30 years.”
“You were so colorful, I loved it.”
Alejo was right. For the longest time Ko had been rather attached to his bright robes and ornate fabrics. “They were impractical.”
“You can wear more than one color shirt.”
Ko laughed, rolling his eyes. “Routine and neutrality is good for Aziphem.”
“And boring is bad for the man who painted every day of his 100 year apprenticeship.” Alejo wrapped Ko in a hug, enjoying the small laugh that came out. A laugh he rarely heard these days. “I miss your colors.”
“I’ll wear them more, just- not at work. It’s a matter of professionalism.”
“Who cares?”
“The council.”
“Are you seeing them today?”
“God I hope not…”
“Then do something different.” Alejo lifted Ko off his feet, enjoying the small gasp of surprise as he cradled him to his chest. “For me.”
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“The FUCK is that?”
“Language little demon.” Ko placed two white mugs on the table, his with coffee and Aziphem’s with herbal tea.
“It has fucking- is that paisley? Fucking paisley?”
Ko smoothed his shirt, fingers flattening the gold pattern on black fabric. “It is, thank you for noticing.”
“Fucking stupid.”
Ko sighed softly, smiling. Oh well. Aziphem continued to mock him, but at least he was talking.
“Subject 011. Put on your blindfold.” Garbled. Indistinguishable. No idea who was speaking.
The room was white in its entirety; bedding, walls, floor, door, and- well there was nothing else was there. Even the lighting was neutral and diffuse, reducing shadows to a soft ambient occlusion. The black blindfold shoved through the small white slot was the only contrast.
“No.”
A pause, emphasizing the lack of sound. Even the lights were silent.
“011 this was not a request”
“I don’t give a fuck what it was you can shove it up your ass all the same.”
This time the mic didn’t cut out and Aziphem could hear the sigh. “011, it is in your best interest to comply.”
“I want Ko.” Aziphem hated the truth in those words. Fear chewed at his chest, the constant unknown. They had pulled him from his room in the dark, dragged him into this white room and left him for 3 days. And now they wanted him blind again. “Does he know where I am?”
“No.” No further explanation.
“He needs to know.”
“No.”
“God fucking damn it don’t I belong to him or some shit?” Aziphem’s voice was panicked, grasping at straws. Ko was pain. Ko was torture. Ko was hell, but Ko was predictable.
“011 put on the blindfold.”
“I told you to shove it up your a-”
The room went black, as far contrasted from the white as possible. Sound filled the silence as invisible hands restrained him, forcing the blindfold across his face.
When the lights went back on Aziphem’s eyes could not see them, trapped in a blackness and weakly thrown to the floor.
Ko stepped away from the microphone, watching anxiously as his demon was manhandled. Aziphem was fragile for a demon, easily broken and these goons kept touching him-
As if on cue Aziphem let out a cry as fingers were stepped on. Ko cursed, striding into the room as the lights went on and pushing the meathead off of him. The little demon cradled his hand, not touching his blindfold. Good. He was a disobedient little shit but he was learning to listen.
Ko lifted the mic to his lips, voice coming out distorted. Not his. “Stay down.”
“I want Ko.”
The words teased Ko’s ears, a smile pulling on his lips. Good. Yet he did not respond as he began to poke and prod at Aziphem, taking the readings he needed for his research.
3 days later when Aziphem was released, returned to his room, it took Ko so much effort to keep a straight face when the demon pushed him away. As if he had not been begging for him when he thought he had been abandoned.
Probably for the best Aziphem couldn’t see his gored open eye sockets, blood flooding his face from where black eyes once stared. Ko hmmed softly as he packed the holes with gauze.
“It hurts angel- god it burns it hurts-”
“I know little demon.” Ko began to wrap his head calmly. “But it needed to be done.”
“Please-”
A pause. A break in Aziphem’s voice.
“Im scared.”
Ko paused, then leaned in. His fingers ran through Aziphems hair, tousling it as he flinched. “Then trust me. I’ll keep you safe.”
Screaming. Loud. Pained. Reverberating off the walls.
Ko didn’t even look up from the stitches. Aziphem screamed. That was what he did.
There was blood on his skin. Red ink on paper. Not even the latex blue gloves could fully protect him from the gore. He washed them in the sink and pulled on another pair of gloves.
A whip in his hand. A tool he once refused to touch now molded to his grip. He cracked it again, the sound no longer ringing in his head.
Morality didn’t matter. Progress. Only progress. The cost was not his to pay and he couldn't find it in himself to care anymore.
“This isn’t- what?!” Warren almost dropped the bowl of stew he had prepped Aziphem.
“I don't take orders from you.” Aziphem stood in the doorway. Well, leaned, his mangled foot bleeding through his wrappings. A bear trap of holy metal- the angels had been closing in on their location. And yet Warren insisted they hunkered down.
“This isn’t an order- it’s a request from your boyfriend.” Warren said softly. “Please-”
“No.” Aziphem crossed his arms, hobbling forwards. His ankle twisted, his footing went bad and Warren had to catch him before he hit the ground.
“Why are you so damn stubborn?” Warren was almost pleading. “What is wrong with the bed?”
“I’ve spent too much time there.”
“The couch then?”
Aziphem paused, considering. The couch was… better. He nodded.
Warren sighed with relief, lifting him gently in his arms. The scent of woolen flannel and campfire hit Aziphem’s nose and he breathed deeply.
Warren carried him to the sofa, plopping him down and wrapping him in a blanket. He propped up his foot and gently rubbed Aziphem’s horns.
Ko looked down at Aziphem’s crunched form, IV line running into his arm and oxygen mask strapped to his face. He knew he was awake of course, demons did not sleep. But it was if his body was too exhausted to pretend to be alive.
Ko ran a hand through Aziphems hair, down his back and over his distinct spine. Ivior had not fed him, no rest between experiments. Just pain after pain.
Yet- to have someone else push Aziphem past his breaking point was… beneficial for him. It gave him the weakness he needed to bond with the demon.
Aziphem stirred underneath Ko’s hand, letting him touch his cheek. Ko brushed a strand of hair from his eyes and adjusted the air mask.
Weakly Aziphem tried to pick himself up, pulling up into a sitting position and trying to get off the bed. He instantly crumpled and Ko caught him, shhing him softly. “Oh sweet little demon, it’s best you stay here.”
He placed him back upon the bed, allowing him to sit. Shakily Aziphem pulled at his IV, only to have ko pull his hand away. “No no. You need that.”
Aziphem glared up at Ko, pulling his mask aside to speak. “What are you doing to me Angel?”
“Helping you.” Ko said softly. “You need to recover. And I will be here every step of the way.”
Ivior had not opened the door in 3 days and Aziphem was beginning to feel the aches of death pulling at him. 3 days no water. His body was starting to give out, weak and woozy. Demons still needed to drink and eat, and the dehydration was starting to take its toll.
“Your contracted time is up.”
“Well I’m still fucking using him.”
Muffled voices from behind the door. Aziphem didn’t even have the strength to lift his head, eyes closing. He would die and return thirsty, make it another day and die again. Torture.
“Well too fucking bad. Do you want me to get the council involved?”
A pause.
“Fine.”
The door opened, revealing Ko and Ivior. Aziphem glanced up, eyes sagging. Ko stared down.
“Youre not caring for him.”
“Part of the experiment.”
Ko glowered but turned from Ivior to lift Aziphem. He didn’t have the strength to fight, allowing it and slumping in Ko’s arms.
“Go to hell Sakamoto.”
“When presented the opportunity I didn’t.” Ko turned and walked away, carrying a weak little demon in his arms.
Arriving back in his lab, Ko laid Aziphem down on the hospital bed, placing a blanket over him and taking his arm. The needle pierced and for once Aziphem hardly cared. Ko nodded, pleased with the IV drip.
“Once this kicks in we will drink a little water, but for now, rest.”
A large steak, even if it was just cow, taunted him from its place only a fingers brush outside of his reach. So close, if he could just get the iron chains to budge just an inch-
But iron never had pity for him.
Besides, with his jaw wired shut through the bone, it wasn’t like he could eat anything. Not that that stopped the drooling, bloody saliva seeping out of the gaps in the metal stitches. It stung, accompanying the pull every movement caused. But nothing dulled the feeling of his insides chewing themselves to bits.
Demons needed to eat. To consume. To Destroy. That was their nature of course and he had never chose to fight that. To starve was worse than death, it was to destroy ones self until only a husk was left.
The truly starved never came back the same, no matter how much they ate.
It was day 7 of the bastard angel’s starvation test and Aziphem’s body was already changing. His ribs were more prominent. Muscle was gnawed away to keep power to his body. His eyes had started to dull and his horns peel. Everything was giving away to hunger and the smell of that meat.
