#whumptember2024

[whumptember]

2024 Prompt List

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Main Prompts

1. "Don't leave me." chains | failed escape attempt | abandoned building

2. "I can't do this alone." dried blood | begging for help | caretaker's front door

3. "You're my last chance." rusted metal | enemies teaming up | returning home

4. "Don't make me go back." white knuckles | used as bait | ballroom

5. "You've hurt them for the last time." slamming door | rescue | whumper's basement

6. "I never want to see your face here again." torn mask | reluctant villain | hero's headquarters

7. "Let me take care of you!" damp rag | whumpee turned caretaker | bathroom

8. "You'll never see me again." packed bag | secrets revealed | doorway

9. "What did they do to you?" bloodied clothes | homecoming | hospital reunion

10. "I need your help." breaking voice | secret intentions | villain's base

11. "One last favor, then I"ll leave you alone." knife | sacrificing themself | sacred ground

12. "Why did you do it?" new gravestone | confronting whumper | cemetery

13. "I never looked back, and I regret it every day." cracked foundation | city in ruin | middle of the road

14. "You changed my life. not for the better. Now I get to return the favor." blindfold | payback | abandoned warehouse

15. "I'm never going to let you go." silk ribbon | intimate whumper | whumper's bed

16. "What happened to you?" new clothes | recapture | whumpee's old room

17. "This wasn't the deal!" torn contract | betrayed | in the middle of the woods

18. "You're never going to see them again." letter on whumpee's pillow | disappeared in the night | caretaker's apartment

19. "Take me instead!" cloth gag | caretaker turned whumpee | getaway car

20. "I'm always going to be with you." worn letter | mourning | caretaker's bed

21. "I'm not okay." bruised skin | begging for help | hero's doorstep

22. "We have to go back and save them! They'd do the same for us!" drag marks | taken hostage | battleground

23. "You're nothing without me." invisible restraints | hero whumper | basement

24. "Change my mind, tell me why I'm wrong and I'll turn back and undo everything I've done." split lip | hero in the wrong | edge of a roof

25. "Stop it! You're going to kill them!" blood spattered wall | ambush | villain's home

26. "Let them go." blindfold and gag | ransom demand | undisclosed location

27. "Don't forget about me, alright?" packed bag | leaving home | secret destination

28. "I was supposed to save the world." shackled ankles | accidental villain | jail cell

29. "You're a child, go home now and I won't come after you. But if you stay and fight, I won't hold back." hand-made mask | villain mentor | bank vault

30. "What did I say about breaking the rules?" ruler stick | young whumpee | on their knees

Alternate Prompts

1. "You lied to them." 2. Broken wrist 3. "I've done things I can't even think about anymore." 4. Whispered apology 5. "You're coming back, right?" 6. Curled into a ball 7. "You make me feel like I can forget all the bad things." 8. Chained to a car 9. "This is just the beginning." 10. Villain whumpee 11. "Oh, come on, you can take more than that!" 12. Begging 13. "Don't make me."

[sakuraluna01]

Whumptober illustrations for @crazylittlejester

go read the fic👇

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[iwritewhump]

"Let them go"

day twenty-six of whumptember

739 words

warnings: drugging, kidnapping, conditioned whumpee

~

Living Weapon slides across the floor of the van as it skids to a stop. Handler hops out of the driver’s seat and opens the door, “Hurry up.” 

It crawls out of the van and smooths out its shirt. It huffs and stares at the ground. 

Handler tilts her head accusingly and hisses, “Do you have something you need to say?” 

“No,” it replies, wringing its hands behind its back. “Let’s just…get this over with.” 

Handler smiles tightly and claps Living Weapon on the back. It tenses under her hand and exhales sharply. It closes its eyes and tightens its hand into a fist, its nails digging into the palm of its hand. 

Handler walks forward, snapping her fingers at Living Weapon to get it to follow her.

She stops right outside the boundary to the park and pulls Living Weapon under a tree. She points around the trunk and sighs. “There’s Sidekick. Make sure no one is watching and bring him back here.” 

It nods and glides into the park. A parent sitting on a bench glances at it and nudges another parent, soon everyone in the park will be looking at it. 

It curses and runs over to Sidekick with a plastered on smile. “Hi, I’m sorry, but can I borrow your phone? I need to make a call but mine’s dead.” 

Sidekick looks it up and down before shrugging. He holds the phone out to Living Weapon. It sighs gratefully and takes the phone in its hands. 

It dials a phony number and looks at Sidekick apologetically, “I’m so sorry, but do you mind if I go just right over there?” it points to where Handler is hiding in the shadow. “It’s a bit private. I mean-if you want to you can come but I don’t want everyone in the park being able to hear. Y’know?”

Sidekick nods enthusiastically and practically ushers it out of the wide open park. As soon as they pass the gate to the park, Living Weapon drops the phone onto the ground and when Sidekick bends down to pick it up, it wraps an arm around his throat. It clasps its other hand over his mouth and tightens the arm around his throat. 

“I’m sorry,” it whispers, pulling him to his feet and dragging him over to Handler. Sidekick thrashes in its arms, trying to scream through its Living Weapon’s hand. Living Weapon drags him behind Handler’s hiding spot and lifts him off his feet. 

Handler steps out of the shadows and smiles cruelly, “Sidekick, it’s been a while.” 

His breathing becomes erratic and Living Weapon can feel his pulse quicken through the vein on his neck. He shakes his head and tries to stomp his foot on its. 

Handler walks up to him and puts her hand on his cheek, “Now, now. Is that any way to treat an old friend?” 

He exhales sharply and glares daggers at her. She rolls her eyes and waves her hand dismissively. She looks at Living Weapon and nods, “You know what to do?” 

It shakes its head, tears springing into its eyes. She purses her lips and nods, “Yes. You do. So let’s see some action.” 

In one swift movement, Living Weapon removes the hand around Sidekick’s throat and pulls the syringe out of its pocket. It uses its teeth to take the cap off and sinks the needle into Sidekick’s shoulder. It presses on the plunger and watches as the almost clear liquid is pushed into Sidekick’s arm. 

Sidekick starts to go limp almost as soon as it pulls the needle out of his arm. He looks at Handler and asks, “What the hell was that?” 

“I’m not…one hundred percent sure to be honest.” She says, tilting her head. 

Living Weapon drops the syringe and props Sidekick up against itself. It wraps its arms around his torso and says again, “I’m sorry.” 

Handler waves her hand and scoffs, “Let him go.” 

Living Weapon takes a breath and looks at Sidekick, limp in its arms, and stares at Handler. She stares at him, shock painted on her face. 

“Living Weapon…” she warns, voice spine-chillingly low, “Let. Him. Go.” 

It looks at him once again, and it wishes it could keep a hold of him. It wishes it could disobey Handler. 

Sidekick falls to the ground with a stomach turning thump and the leaves crunch underneath him, releasing their moldy scent into the air.

[blackrosesandwhump]

Whumptember Day 1

"Don't leave me." | chains | failed escape attempt | abandoned building

CW: captivity, torture, superpower whump

As the iron manacles lock tight around whumpee’s wrists and ankles, claiming him once again as a prisoner, his exhausted mind races in time with his pulse.

Shouldn’t have tried…impossible…can’t ever escape…hopeless…

It was a mistake. The whole thing was a mistake. A waste of time and energy and what remained of his life. Because here he was, back again in whumper’s clutches, the way he always would be. Hopeless.

A second pair of manacles click shut around his ankles, chaining him to the wall. Whumper crouches and leans close, staring at whumpee while his gloved hand trails idly down a section of chain.

“I do hate seeing you like this, whumpee,” whumper croons with feigned sympathy. “You could be so useful to me. But you just can’t seem to understand the truth.”

Whumpee flinches back, away from whumper’s sour breath. He should keep his mouth shut, bite back the retort burning on his tongue, but it tumbles out anyway, two words that he immediately regrets.

“The truth?”

And just like that, whumper’s face changes. False sympathy gives way to cold ferocity. His gloved hand flashes upward and closes around whumpee’s throat.

“Yes, whumpee. The truth,” he growls. His hand tightens. Whumpee splutters and chokes, chains clinking together as his own hands scrabble at whumpers’s grip. “You can never escape from me, no matter how hard you try.”

He lets go abruptly and straightens, turning away as whumpee slumps back, gasping.

Hopeless…I can’t escape…I can never escape.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Whumper turns to face whumpee again, a smile pulling at the corner of his thin mouth. “I have a present for you.”

He snaps his fingers, and just like that, pain shoots through whumpee’s body, a thousand miniscule needles piercing the flesh of his wrists and ankles. He can’t breathe, can’t move. A single, desperate plea dies in his mouth as a wave of terrible weakness overcomes him.

…can never escape.

“…my special ability,” comes whumper’s voice. “For every hour of your captivity, these chains will drain a little more life from you until there’s nothing left. Perhaps then, I can finally use you.”

@whumptember

[its-coffeetime]

Day 19 Whumptober: Abandoned cabin

Prompt list belongs to @whumptober

— Techno was the only survivor of his family... his parents were tried and sentenced to death (his mother burned at the stake and his father hanged) for practicing witchcraft....

They tried to protect their son, they didn't want Techno to suffer the same fate... after all, Techno is not only a hybrid, but also a witch.

So he flees the city where he has lived all his life before someone catches him, winter hits harder than ever... and he has nothing to survive these temperatures.

Walking through the snow, he stumbles upon a huge palace that seems uninhabited, but as time passes and the storm worsens, he begins to hear the voice of a man speaking to him from inside the palace.—

“With sacrifice, intended for a kid,

He on the altar laid a calf unblessed,

The hallowed lamb, and the unblemished first

Of all the flock.” — Paradise Lost (John Milton)

I've been working on an Au inspired by @dorylinae-supremacy fic (Ask for Nothing).

I'm still working on this Au but if you want to know more about CrowNest Techno you can always send me questions!

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

after educating myself a bit more on Apollo’s involvement in the Odyssey and marinating God Games in my head, and throwing some angst in, this was born :3

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Hi @gingermintpepper your post was part of that marination recipe :3333

just so everyone knows right off the bat, I don’t villainize anyone 👍 if you were worried about that dw it’s all good <3 :3

[astaldis]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1    Words: 100 Fandom: The Witcher (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Characters: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Additional Tags: Whumptember 2024, Chains, Drabble Summary: Sometimes, Cahir dreams of chains.

[busyheadkeepbreathing]

It's 1:44 am and I randomly remembered that I want to partake in whumptober this year......

I am so excited dawg