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Whumpril 2025 - Day 18 - Silent Tears (Alt Prompt)
Shang Qinghua leaving Mobei Jun behind after the ascension ceremony.
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Whumpril 2025 - Day 18 - Silent Tears (Alt Prompt)
Shang Qinghua leaving Mobei Jun behind after the ascension ceremony.
@whumpril | Day #18: (Alt. Prompt) Hazing Gladiator (2000)
@whumpril Day 18: MOOD SWINGS. Inside Out (2015)
Dreaming Of II
Part 1 Part 3
Warnings: captivity, restraints, gag, noncon touch, creepy/intimate whumper
Hero felt like their head was full of cotton. They couldn't open their eyelids, but they needed to. They know they needed to wake up all the way. They had to wake up to fight back against Villain. But they were still so tired.
"Darling," Villain cooed in their ear, "I know you're waking up. But really, take your time."
"'mnotyourdarling," Hero slurred as they blinked their eyes. They just had to keep their eyes open.
Villain stroked along their cheek. "I wish you would just be nice to me for once, darling." They gave a big theatrical sigh. "No matter. We have all the time in the world."
"Superhero is going to find me. And they're going to kick your ass." Hero could feel a soft bed beneath them. They tried to sit up, but found that they couldn't. They were cuffed at the wrist and ankle. Villain had cuffed them to a bed.
Villain frowned. "That's not a very nice thing to say. I would have thought you would be nicer to me when you woke up."
"Why would I be nice to you, you fucking psycho?" Hero glared up at Villain. "You've been stalking me. You've kidnapped me. Drugged me. And bound me--"
"To our bed, Hero. I've bound you to our bed."
Hero opened their mouth to reply, but Villain shoved a ball gag in. They growled around the gag.
"I'm tired of hearing your angry words. You'll see how loving I am. You'll see what a thoughtful lover I am. Just you wait."
Hero growled again around the gag. They had to find a way to get out of the cuffs. If they could slip their cuffs they could fight Villain off. Hero froze as Villain's fingers drifted to their belt.
"I am going to enjoy this. I've been dreaming of this for such a long time."
Hero tried to shimmy away from Villain. But the cuffs didn't have much slack and didn't allow them to move much. Hero growled again in frustration. "You're going to enjoy this, darling. I promise. Just give in to me. I know you've been wanting to for so long."
Hero tried to buck Villain off, growling louder. Villain sighed and grabbed Hero by the throat. "Stop struggling, darling. There's always time for rough play later. I want our first time to be gentle and loving."
Villain was just holding their throat. Not squeezing. But Hero could feel the power there. All it would take would be just one wrong move and it would all be over. Villain's mood had gone from being loving, from being obsessed to that dangerous quiet that Hero knew meant trouble. Villain was obsessed with them, but that didn't mean Villain wouldn't kill them. Wouldn't maim them. Hero had to be careful. They just had to hold on for Superhero.
Hero closed their eyes as Villain slid their trousers down. They didn't want to see Villain's delight. Didn't want to see how excited Villain was. And they didn't want Villain to see them break. Hero hoped that Superhero would find them soon. It was all they could do.
"That's it, darling," Villain purred, their mood shifting once more. "You'll enjoy this, too. I promise."
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Whumpril Day 18: Proof of Life
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After the discovery of magic 100 years ago. Many have tried to draw from that power in battle. However, in order to hold and use such levels of power required a high level of concentration and fast calculation far beyond a human's brain to handle.
Robots on the other hand could handle the needed powers, but magic seemed to only attach itself to "living organic matter".
Thus, the bio-bot program was born.
The creation of a “living” robot, aka a “person” running robot software on flesh hardware, had for a long time been seen as a possibility to finally bring Humans into the magical-age.
And with the birth of 01, the first ever bio-bot to be able to harness magic. The military finally agreed on the funding the development of a unit of 200 fully trained soldiers to prove if the concept was viable for all future military.
25 million per bio-bot from birth to fully trained soldier. Well over half of the cost went into just the first 3days of the bio-bot creation. That meant that already after their first month none of the bots could be ideally tossed aside, including the "runt".
Whumpril Day 18 - Proof Of Life
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Whumpril Day 18: Proof of Life
@emeraldhazeart asked: If I can ask for another Whumpril prompt, please can you do 18. Proof of Life with any character of your choice 💚
(Follow-up to Day 11)
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Four harrowing, scrambling days of trying to locate Section B, trying to identify the EPF’s rogue agents. Four sleepless nights hating themselves for their failure, fearing what it could mean for Shellectro, and then the Shell of Justice got a call.
“Digging is a waste of your energy and resources. You don’t have to come looking. We’ll send your brother right back when we’re done with him.”
“When we get done with you, ya sick—!”
“What assurances do we have that you’ll give him back alive and in one piece?” Graviturtle cut in, squeezing Griddex’s forearm before he could slam the table. “How do we know he’s even alive right now?”
“Oh, he’s very much alive.” Something thrummed, flashed and then shimmered in their peripheral vision, a teleportation at the door. It was a plastic peel pack, thin, flat, unassuming and not nearly enough of a distraction to ease their hearts plummeting into their stomachs when the caller added idly, “…In one piece, well.”
Click.
Tears sprang to Blob’s eyes as he lunged for the package. A dozen potential booby traps flitted through Grav’s mind but Blob tore it open faster than he could voice those concerns. Once he saw what it was, nothing else mattered.
A skin sample. Scaly, tinged with blood and crisply cauterized in Lichtenberg lines.
When it slipped through Blob’s shaking hands, Grav’s powers barely caught it before it hit the floor. Precariously, painstakingly, he redirected it to the computer.
“Shellitron 1000…analyze,” he croaked. “Identify.”
“Match found in system: Shellectro.”
Grid stared, unblinking. Blob buried his face in his hands. Grav swallowed thickly.
“…Estimate…sample freshness.”
They had no real idea who they were dealing with, what they were capable of. All they had was a mere inkling of what they were willing to do.
Whumpril day 18: Proof of Life
After Betrayus destroyed the Repository returned to his body, he took over and became president of the Pac World: only for his own mother to kill him the next day, she became the new president, destroyed his body for good, and order their agents to destroy all evidence of Betrayus, as if he never existed. Betrayus has lost his corporeal body for good.
“Erase all proof of his life!” She said.
When there is no one who remembers you in the living world, a ghost becomes forgotten. The plan was to erase the people’s memories of Betrays
