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June of Doom 7: Trap + August of Whump 5: Ransom

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CW: Capture, restraints, referenced ransom

Whumpee’d been captured before they could do a thing about it. They’d fallen right into Whumper’s trap. And here they were, trussed up and helpless.

They squirmed and struggled. They couldn’t get free and they couldn’t reach Whumper.

“What do you want with me?” Whumpee demanded. They kept testing the bonds as if a new weakness would appear.

Whumper ignored them. It looked like they were messing with something on a desk, and they seemed more interested in it that in what Whumpee said or did.

As if Whumpee had no chance of getting free or causing Whumper trouble. Whumpee scowled. If Whumper was going to capture them, the least they could do was care about their presence.

“Hey!” Whumpee shouted. “Why are you doing this?”

Whumper glanced up and gave Whumpee a withering look. Then they went back to whatever it was they were working on. They still didn’t say anything.

“What are you doing?”

“Preparing a little something for your friends.” Whumper finally acknowledged them. They came closer and placed a condescending hand on Whumpee’s cheek. “You’ll make a nice ransom.”

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June of Doom 24: Blurred Vision + August of Whump 4: Disorientation

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CW: Battle, magic whump

Another burst of magic hit Whumpee faster than they could block.

Their vision warped and blurred and a wave of disorientation hit them.

Whumpee cursed. They dropped their other spells and raised a shield all around themself. They couldn’t use the full shield while attacking—it stopped magic going in or out—but it would protect them now.

“Whumpee?” Caretaker’s voice yelled.

“I’ll be alright but I need a minute!” Whumpee shouted back.

Whumpee fell to their knees; easier to keep their balance that way. They saw flashes of battle, distorted and unclear, through their shield. It wouldn’t do much good focusing on that right now. Whumpee closed their blurry eyes.

Whumpee took a deep breath. Their team needed them and their magic. But they couldn’t make out friend from foe in their current state. Better to step back while they fixed it than to risk friendly fire. They’d have to trust that their team could hold their own for long enough.

Whumpee used their second sight to search themself and the magic tangling with them. They located the hex and started unraveling it.

The sounds of battle continued. Whumpee tried not to get distracted by it; their current task took a certain amount of concentration. But it so hard not to worry about their team, having to fight without them.

Whumpee picked apart the last strands of the hex and sprung to their feet, eyes opening clear and steady. They nearly sobbed with relief when they saw that every member of their team was still standing. Whumpee summoned a new attack spell to their hand, dropped their shield, and returned to the fray.

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June of Doom 4: Whimper + August of Whump 3: On Display

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CW: Captivity, restraints, gag, threats, put on display

"And…there,” Whumper said, satisfied.

Whumpee whimpered as their restraints clicked into place, holding them up in position. They wouldn’t be able to rest for a long while.

Whumper was unimpressed. “Oh, don’t give me that. I’m showing you off, not torturing you. If you behave well, we can forgo your regular beating, how about that?”

Unable to say anything past the gag, Whumpee looked at them with pleading eyes. They didn’t want a beating or whatever this was. They just wanted to be freed. Or failing that, to rest.

Whumper interpreted the look as suited them. “Well, that’s settled, then!” And they left Whumpee in place, moving on to other preparations.

Whumper was having some sort of party or get-together with several of their friends. And given that Whumpee was being displayed for them like this, they didn’t have a lot of hope that those friends would be less cruel than Whumper.

But they had to try. Once it started, Whumpee watched the guests carefully for their reactions to Whumpee’s plight. Any that were clearly happy with it were ignored. But the others…when they looked over, Whumpee plead with their eyes, and when they passed close by, Whumpee made soft noises as best they could despite the gag to gain their attention or their pity without alerting Whumper.

Their sorry attempts were to no avail. Whumpee was cooed at, smirked at, and even laughed at, but they weren’t helped.

They hoped the tears running down their face didn’t count as “bad behavior” that would earn them a beating.

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June of Doom 29: Revenge + August of Whump 2: Sold Off

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CW: Human trafficking/selling, restraints, gag, slightly creepy whumper, noncon touch (non-sexual)

Whumpee snarled as they struggled. They writhed and pulled against their bonds, willing that they could escape and attack their captor. “You won’t get away with this.”

“Oh sweetheart,” Whumper patted Whumpee’s face, barely avoided getting bit, and tsked in response. “Of course I will.”

“It’s wrong—”

“It’s deserved. I deserve this victory, and you deserve everything that will happen to you from here,” Whumper spat.

Whumpee shook their head. “Someone will stop it.”

“Who? I don’t expect anyone in attendance will be against what they’re here for. And besides, you won’t be able to protest; you’ll be wearing this.” Whumper held up a gag with a smile.

Whumpee growled. As Whumper tried to put it on them, they alternated pulling away and trying to bite back, but eventually Whumpee lost the fight.

All they could do now was glare. So they did.

Whumper trailed a hand along Whumpee, touching more than necessary as they tested their bonds. (All secure: otherwise Whumpee would have gotten loose already.)

“Are you sorry now?” Whumper said softly, then yanked Whumpee upwards.

Whumper marched Whumpee to the backstage waiting area.

“After what you did to me…this is what you get,” Whumper whispered into Whumpee’s ear, a mixture of anger and vindication touching their words.

Whumper gave Whumpee a hard shove onto the auction stage. Whumpee caught a last glimpse of Whumper, face impassive but with a glint of victory just perceptible in their eye.

From there, Whumpee was out of Whumper’s hands and dealt with by staff. Whumpee tried again to struggle away, but these people were experienced.

Whumpee was forced in place as they were advertised and auctioned off. Like they were some thing instead of a living being. It was absolutely not legal, but clearly no one here cared about that. Whumpee’s face burned.

They were bought. Whumpee found it humiliating. Money changed hands and Whumpee was toted off by someone claiming to be their owner. And still they couldn’t get free.

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June of Doom 22: Succumb + August of Whump 1: Brainwashing

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CW: Brainwashing, sensory bombardment, restraints

They were so tired.

Lights flashed into their eyes again and again and again and—they had been doing so for too long to keep track of. They made even Whumpee’s own thoughts hard to keep track of.

They were held upright, at once supported and restrained by the same thing. It made it so that they could relax if they wanted and there’d be no risk of falling. But they didn’t. They were too tense with the struggle, feet pushing them upwards and spine stiffened.

There were things being said to them, so soft and indistinct that they weren’t sure if the sound was real. It felt like if they could just listen well enough, Whumpee would be able to discern they were saying. They’d tried earlier, and even their best wasn’t enough to make it out. They were trying to block it out now.

And the lights. The powerful, disorienting lights, neverendingly searing into their brain.

And they were too tired.

Whumpee fell. Not literally; they fell into the lights, the words murmured in their head. Into the brainwashing. Their resistance collapsed, fight turning into surrender.

They didn’t know how long they stayed that way. They did know that the longer it was, the easier it got.

Giving in was already easier than fighting. But Whumpee found that the longer they gave in, the more comfortable they were, both with doing so and with the stimuli barraging their head. The sensory input became more tolerable, less overwhelming, and more familiar. It was as if their mind was aligning with the stimulation.

The brainwashing took over, and it was okay, and they didn’t have to do anything but sit there and take it. And the more they did, the more relaxed and comfortable and happy they felt. Everything was good and right.

The process sunk its claws into them fully. And surrender went from the only way to make it bearable, to the only way they could possibly be.

After that, time was a blur that could have been minutes or days. They didn’t worry about it. They were at peace.

And when their superior came to release them, they were good and obedient.

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[juneofdoom]

Hi, I discovered your blog while searching for some hurt/comfort prompts. Your prompts look really appealing and would work perfectly for the fandom I want to write for.

I love that you put out these prompts so early. Since English isn't my first language and I also need a lot of time to come up with ideas and writing in general. This challenge is perfect.

This is another reason I like to release this list early!

I have made a lot of friends online in recent years that speak multiple languages, a lot of them practicing their skills by challenging themselves to write in other languages. Which takes up a whole different part of your brain and requires lots of exercise. I do not, nor have I ever, possessed a brain that grasps foreign languages well, so I am hella impressed y'all out here writing fic in your second and third freaking languages!

I hope you have lots of fun hurt and comforting your blorbos! And hey, if you want to post your stuff in your first language, please do! Nowhere does it say your work has to be in English! I know online translators may not be the greatest, but they were beyond our wildest dreams 20 years ago! How awesome it is we can hit a "translate" button and communicate with each other—especailly when people like me don't have the right wiring for understanding it on our own!

Happy writing, Doomer! :)

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I didn't realise you could be added to the completionist list if you finished posting after June was over. Could you add me as well? I am theRaichu on tumblr and ao3.

You got it!! Congrats on finishing! :D

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10 months til Doom 💣

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Hello! Thank you for running this event and even having out the prompts for next year! It's always a joy to write for this💜 could you add me to the completion list, too, I just posted the last fic today🥰

Done and done, my friend! Congratulations!! Thanks so much for participating yet again! Hope to see you next year! :D

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the prompts this year are SO tasty (as always) thank you sm <3

Eat up!! Indulge! Gorge! Have fun! :D

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How long have you been like this?

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Jeongin

Caregivers: Chan & Seungmin

Maylancholy 2025: 7 feverish and delusional

Whumpay 2025: 14 flu/fever @whumpay

Juneofdoom 2025: 18 “How long have you been like this?” @juneofdoom

No one’s POV.:

“I really think you should go home, Innie”, Seungmin hummed, guiding the younger to sit down at the desk of the studio. The pair had been practicing their lines for the upcoming album for barely an hour but Jeongin’s voice already sounded strained and he had started coughing frequently about ten minutes ago. Handing the maknae his water bottle, Seungmin frowned: “What’s going on? You seemed fine earlier?” – “I dunno”, Jeongin muttered, clearing his throat, “I did feel fine earlier. What is happening to me?” – “Hm, what exactly are you feeling?”, the older hummed, brushing the backs of his fingers against Jeongin’s forehead. Closing his eyes, the maknae breathed: “I feel really weak and shaky all of a sudden, my head hurts and I dunno why my throat is so meh.” – “You’re really warm and you sure you felt alright this morning”, Seungmin pushed, rubbing the other’s back when he started coughing again. With a defeated nod, Jeongin slumped back in his seat and rasped: “Honestly, I really wanna go home and lay down.”

Hearing this statement from their usually workaholic maknae was enough to ring the alarm bells for Seungmin and he quickly called a cab to take the younger back to his dorm. “Do you want me to text Chan-hyung and let him know?”, he offered but unsurprisingly, Jeongin shook his head and mumbled: “Don’t wanna worry hyung. Not with the approaching deadlines. What am I gonna do if my voice keeps fucking up? I won’t be able to record well.” – “That’s something we’ll figure out when the time comes”, Seungmin reminded, grabbing both of their backpacks, “Let’s focus on getting you home first and then we can think about the rest. I will have to text manager-nim though. If your fever keeps rising at this pace, he’ll have to make some changes to your schedule.”

“Hyung, the only illness coming on this fast would be the flu…”, Jeongin whispered as he collapsed into his seat, sluggishly fumbling with his seatbelt. Biting his lip, Seungmin nodded. The thought had already crossed his mind. That was also why he had decided to accompany the younger to the apartment he shared with Chan. If it was really the flu, Jeongin would be declining further and at a rapid pace. There was no way he could leave the younger to his own devices. Tapping around on his phone, Seungmin muttered: “I know, Innie. Manager-nim thinks so too. We’ll work something out, don’t worry about it. All you need to focus on, is resting and recovering well. Have you been taking your vitamins?” – “I-I think so? Might have forgotten once or twice with how busy we were but yeah”, the younger mumbled as he closed his eyes. The movement of the car making him dizzy.

By the time they arrived, Jeongin could barely keep himself on his feet, most of his weight being supported by Seungmin, who had slung the younger’s arm across his shoulders. “My head’s killing me”, Jeongin groaned slumping against the wall of the elevator as the doors closed with a much too loud ‘ding’. Luckily, the members visited each other so frequently, that they knew each other’s door codes, so that Seungmin could let them both in. Guiding the maknae to the couch, he hummed: “Let me take off your shoes and then I’ll help you to bed.” – “Please make it stop, hyung”, Jeongin whimpered, covering his face. It was hard to tell, whether the glossy look in his eyes were tears or his fever showing. Seungmin’s heart ached for his dongsaeng but there was little he could do, so he gently tugged the sneakers off the other’s feet and hoisted him up.

“Do you wanna change your clothes?”, Seungmin offered when they made it to Jeongin’s room. The maknae shook his head and breathed: “Jus’ bed. Sleep.” – “Alright, here. Lay down”, Seungmin cooed, easing the younger down on the edge of the mattress, “I really do think, I should call Chan-hyung though. Manager-nim probably already told him. Maybe that’s why your phone has been buzzing like that all the time.” With Jeongin too out of it to argue, Seungmin helped him lay down properly and dialed Chan’s number while he went to fetch some medicine. Unsurprisingly, the leader already knew the gist of what was happening and promised he’d come home as early as possible and finish editing at home, so he could keep an eye on their dongsaeng. Seungmin would have to return to the company building though because his schedules too had been altered in an attempt to accommodate Jeongin, so the maknae would be alone for a couple of hours.

To make sure, Jeongin would handle it alright, Seungmin made him take his medicine and adjusted the a/c in his bedroom, leaving the younger with a cold cloth on his forehead and his phone charging on the nightstand next to his water bottle. “Innie?”, he tried, “I need to go back but Chan-hyung will only be a couple more hours, yeah? Rest well.” Unsure whether Jeongin had heard him or was already too far into dreamland, Seungmin also wrote him a note and stuck it to his dongsaeng’s phone before leaving to get back to work.

To Chan’s surprise, the place was dark and quiet when he returned. He had expected Jeongin to be curled up on the couch, a comfort movie playing to distract himself from his misery but no, not a sound to be heard. Quietly kicking off his shoes, Chan left his laptop on the dining table and made his way to his dongsaeng’s room. The pitiful sounds Jeongin made in his sleep still surprised him though and he gently felt the boy’s forehead, wincing at the heat. He startled when the younger glanced up at him. “Hey, Innie”, the leader whispered, “How’re you feeling?” – “You’re home, hyung? How was your flight?”, Jeongin yawned, voice low and crackling with congestion. Furrowing his brows, Chan muttered: “Which flight? I was at the studio, love.” – “With Minho-hyung, right? He was gonna make dumplings.” – “I was with Changbin and Jisung today. When did he say that?”, the leader hummed, earning a tired shrug, “You’re a little out of it, huh? How long have you been like this?” – “Like wha’?”, Jeongin yawned, massaging his throat.

“Your temperature is through the roof. How are you feeling?”, Chan cooed worriedly. The water bottle still sat untouched on the nightstand. Handing it to Jeongin, Chan encouraged: “Here, drink something. Your brain is fried.” – “Like chicken?”, the maknae pouted but obediently finished half of his drink. Running his fingers through Jeongin’s hair, the leader smiled: “You still didn’t tell me how you feel.” – “You asked me…? Oh… I’m okay. Everything hurts though, head, throat, body, …”, Jeongin slurred, “The water is nice on my throat.” – “You can finish it, I’ll get you more if you need more”, Chan promised, “Are you hungry, Innie?” Shaking his head, the younger closed his eyes. “You could have another dose of medicine if we got something in your tummy”, the Aussie reasoned but Jeongin shook his head again.

Burying his face in his pillow, Jeongin tried to muffle the grating cough that tore up his throat but Chan could still hear how painful it had to be. The eldest nudged him with the water bottle and cooed: “Come on, maknae-yah. Finish your drink and then I’ll go find you some lozenges for your throat.” – “Can’t you just put me out of my misery, hyung?”, Jeongin choked out, scrubbing his face with a strained laugh. Had Chan not known the younger as long as he had, he might even have been fooled by the boy’s attempts at hiding his tears but he wasn’t. “Sorry, Innie, no can do”, the leader smiled as he wrapped his arm around Jeongin’s shoulders, “I’ll do my best to make it better though, yeah? We still have some leftover rice. You’re gonna eat that and then, we’ll get you medicated and all cozy on the couch with a movie to distract you while we wait for the medicine to kick in.”

“You didn’t mention the dizziness”, Chan commented, arms wrapped tightly around Jeongin’s waist to keep him from toppling over. Nails desperately digging into his hyung’s biceps, Jeongin whimpered: “I didn’t know. For fuck’s sake, I was fine this morning.” With relative ease, Chan picked the younger up and carried him to the couch, instructing: “Stay put. I’ll get some rice.” Shivering pathetically, Jeongin drew his knees up to his chest and pulled the quilt off the back of the couch to wrap it around his shoulders. He didn’t even realize he had started to cry until he felt Chan’s hands on his cheeks, brushing away the tears. “What’s wrong?”, the leader frowned, hands still cupping Jeongin’s fever-flushed cheeks, “Talk to me, Innie. How can I help?” – “I-I”, the maknae hiccupped, “I jus’ feel s-so bad.” His breath caught in his throat, sending him into a painful coughing fit.

“Hyung, the comeback”, Jeongin cried once he had caught his breath. Shaking his head, Chan sighed: “Don’t worry about the comeback for now, Innie. Hyungs will figure that out. All you need to do is take it easy and get better. Stressing out isn’t going to help with that.” – “But-“ – “No buts”, the Aussie denied, “We’ll do just fine. We’ve handled members getting sick shortly before or during comebacks. With how things have been going, we’re perfectly on time so far, so we can figure it out.” Covering his face with his sleeve, Jeongin sniffled: “Isn’t that hard when you gotta be here with me because I can’t even remember to drink some fucking water by myself?” – “Oh, your brain is starting to function again”, Chan chuckled, “So it was mainly dehydration. Thank goodness. Innie, first of all, you’re more important than work, secondly, I got my laptop and will catch up on work when you sleep and thirdly, the flu is no joke. I don’t blame you for being out of it but let’s see if we can bring that fever down a bit, so you can rest more comfortably.”

Though his appetite was none existent, Jeongin forced down a few bites of rice because he didn’t want to inconvenience Chan further. He obediently swallowed the pill the leader handed him and startled when he was pulled into a tight hug. “Stop overthinking”, Chan warned, resting his chin atop his dongsaeng’s head, “I can hear your mind racing from here. Everything will work out, I promise.” With a hoarse sigh, Jeongin relaxed into his hyung’s embrace and breathed: “I know and I trust you it will, I jus’ – I can’t help it.” – “Do you want me to make you some tea? Your throat sounds shredded”, the leader offered but Jeongin shook his head, mumbling: “Can you jus’ stay like this for a little? If it doesn’t delay your work too much.” – “Oh, it won’t. Don’t worry”, Chan beamed as he tightened his hold on the maknae, “I’ll gladly stay like this, however long you want me to.”

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Oooh, the 2026 list!!!! :)

We're all excited for it! Be excited for it! 🤩

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Woah, I just got here and you already have the 2026 prompt list out!! Better get cooking!!

SERVE IT UP, SUPERSTAR 🌟

Lots to take in, lots of directions to go! Have fun with it!! Whatever you make, we'll eat it up!

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Wash Me Clean

For @juneofdoom, Day 27, "I'm so sorry" | Embrace

Fandom: N/A, Original Work (Bony Empress)

Summary: The Empress comforts her maid after Lady Belladonna is executed.

Warnings: referenced beheading, grief/mourning, implied abuse (especially in later chapters)

Word Count: 228

https://archiveofourown.org/works/67779526

If you love BBC's Merlin, or the original Dracula novel, or fairy tales like Bluebeard, you'll probably enjoy Bony Empress.

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Sprain

For day 13 of @juneofdoom , sprain and "on three"

Fandom: None, Original Work (Zombie Baby)

Summary: Rene sprains her ankle. Which wouldn't be that big of a deal, if she wasn't alone, in an unfamiliar area, during a zombie apocalypse.

Word Count: 380

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Just a heads up, on the day 10 text version of the list you have 'Handuffs' instead of Handcuffs

Damn it. I will have to go back and fix that tomorrow! Thanks for pointing it out! <3

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I'm so glad you've done the transcribed prompts on the initial drop for 2026, i copied all the '25 prompts out by hand before the day they dropped last time lol

No problamo! I can't beleive I didn't make it part of the initial post liek I did the year before, and I apologize for that! Hopefully 2026's main post is laid out much better!