#Day 22 Prompt

[keysandcrosses]

drawtober day 21-31

[sykloni]

Ectoberhaunt 2024

22. Solarpunk

The TUE timeline: These people are stuck inside a ghost shield. They need food. They need energy. Their community has to be self sustaining to survive. If you don't farm your own food you don't have food.

[serickswrites]

Not Qualified

Warnings: blood, wounds, gunshot wound, bleeding, hospital reference

The pounding on the door had Villain jumping. They had been fully prepared to settle in for a quiet night alone. They needed it. It had been a rough week at work and they wanted time to process and blow off steam. The door pounded again. Who could possibly be beating on their door?

Villain opened the door and frowned. Hero leaned on their door frame, one hand draped across a bleeding gunshot wound in their gut, the other braced against the door for support. "H-Hey, V-Villain."

"What do you want?" Villain felt like this could be a trap. It had to be a trap. Why else would Hero be here if not to hurt them?

"I.....I need some help."

"And I'm the person you come to? That's rich," Villain said coldly. This was definitely a trap.

Hero's face fell. They blinked heavily. "I.....I h-h-had n-n-no onnnnnnee el-el-else."

"That's not good." Villain still didn't move to admit Hero into their home. This could still be a trap. But as Hero leaned more and more on the threshold without lashing out, Villain began to suspect that Hero was telling the truth.

"Y-Yeah," Hero said weakly.

Villain could see Hero's legs wobble as they tried to support themself. "Well, fuck. I am absolutely not qualified for this shit," they gestured at Hero's bloody wound. "But I know a place where they are very discreet and can help."

"TH-Th-Thanks," Hero mumbled.

Villain pulled Hero's arm over their shoulder. "Come on. Let's go get you patched up and you can tell me all about how you ended up on my doorstep bleeding from a gunshot wound in your guts."

"Th-Th-Thanks," Hero repeated as they stumbled along with Villain.

Tags: @mousepaw @jumpywhumpywriter @knightinbatteredarmor @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 @anightmarishwhump

@steh-lar-uh-nuhs @celestialsoyeon @st0rmm @ay5ksal @pedro-pedro-pedro-pedro-pe

@artisticdemon

[veinsfullofstars]

🍷 Kirbtober 2024 Day 22: Ship or Hangout 🍷

(ID: Kirby series fanart of Daroach and Dark Meta Knight overindulging on “fancy grape juice” together, their faces brightly flushed from the several bottles standing empty around them. The thief sits with a glass held loosely in one paw, laughing and resting the other paw on the unmasked knight’s head as he lays sprawled over Daroach’s torso, disgruntled but not particularly inclined to move, his wing lazily draped over them both. END ID.)

“Ha! Who's the *hic* lightweight now, sunshine?”

“Mmrrghshuddup. Smartass rat with your stupid pretty mouth stupid mmghngh..."

Previous Day | Next Day | Prompt List (made by @/paintpanic)

Started on 10/02/24, finished on 10/03/24. | Kirbtober 2023 Comp

[rh0mbus0fruin]

Thomas da killer and da killed

[sufrimientilia]

Dinner Bell

captivity | recapture | tearful goodbye @augusnippets Day 22

cw: vampire captors, bloodbag captive, hypnosis, see above

The days blended together. Maybe there was a time when the thought of getting away mattered, when every second felt like captivity and torture, when the only choice was to fight and to run.

Now he wasn’t so sure. 

He had been close, once. Stumbling through the cold morning air further and further from that damn estate. Freedom hanging right there at his fingertips, safe in the crisp warmth of a sleepy winter sun, right there within reach until— 

That damn bell.

One soft melodic chime rang in the distance and suddenly his breath hitched, his body reacted before his mind could catch up, and he made one hard stop and turned right back the way he came. Like a phantom touch rippling over his skin and dragging him closer and closer on an invisible thread. 

It didn’t matter where he was, what he was doing. Every time the bell rung it resonated deep in his chest, dazed his mind in one sudden burst, and everything just fragmented and distorted. Muffled like he was trapped underwater. It didn’t matter if he was trying to run, or hiding away, or doing all his stupid fucking tasks—  the bell always rung, and he always stopped, and every single time his thoughts melted into mush. Soothing tones, deliberate steps. Pulling him closer and closer and closer. 

Every day it was that fucking bell. Tiny silver ringing so delicate across the air, everything else distant and inconsequential. His mind wandered and his body wandered and it was always until he was back to the inevitable—back in the arms of something darker, deeper, overwhelming and all-consuming. Back where pain pierced through skin and brought pleasure, draining away warmth and energy until the soft whimper escaping his lips was the last sound he heard.

The bell rung and he came at once. Sweet gentle sounds melted into one smooth void, growing louder, warmer, until there was nothing at all. 

[oz-qwin]

Mariner May: Day 22- Marooned

THE SILLYS AT IT AGAIN

Idk why but I love drawing them 'eeping & snuggling :3

[theerastour]

drawtober day 22: 22 | @taylortober | shop prints

[mitamicah]

Combined two more prompts of @kaarija-inktober so here's day 22+23 being AU and leather

Trans!Käärijä at his first pride parade after top surgery proudly showing his scars in a leather harness :D

[kabie-whump]

♡ Febuwhump Day 22: "You weren't meant to be there." ♡

@febuwhump

Continuation of day 6.

Content: ptsd flashbacks, gun violence, bullet wounds, head wounds

︵‿︵‿��♡୧‿︵‿︵

Stay here. Lock the door. Don’t open it for anyone but me.

Those were the instructions Caretaker had given Whumpee before they ran out of the little supply closet they’d been hiding in. And Whumpee followed them for a little while.

But then the gunfire started.

It echoed loudly, the first one making Whumpee flinch hard and cover their ears. They tried their best to stay put as the sounds of a fight continued on outside, but despite their anger with Caretaker for letting Whumper into their only fucking safe space they didn’t want Caretaker to get shot.

Hands trembling, Whumpee unlocked the closet door and used the handle to pull themselves to their feet. They waited for a lull, for the gunfire to be not so loud and not so close, before they slipped out the door and into the hallway. The emergency lights were on, flashing red as alarms blared. It made Whumpee’s head pound and their vision swim. They had barely just recovered from the monstrous concussion Whumper had given them.

They wandered down the hall, drawn in by the sound of fighting. What were they even doing? They weren’t armed; weren’t any good in hand to hand combat. What did they think they would accomplish by walking into this?

They spotted Caretaker in the lobby, crouched behind a column and clutching their bleeding leg. Whumper must have had backup on hand in case things went south, because the lobby was full of armed people trading bullets with security and Whumpee’s skin crawled as they recognized their clothing-

Black gloved hands, pinning their arms behind their back. Staring into their own terrified eyes in the reflection of a mirrored helmet mask as they were bound so tight that the ropes cut into their wrists.

Shit. Not now. Whumpee clenched their fists, letting the sensation of their nails digging into their palms ground them. They had to get to Caretaker.

Caretaker’s eyes went wide when they saw Whumpee approaching. “Whumpee, no! What are you doing?”

Whumpee made it to their side, kneeling next to them. “You’re hurt. Let me see.”

Caretaker grunted as Whumpee pulled their hand away from the wound. “Get out of here, dumbass. I’ll be fine.”

“Not unless you come with me.”

“I’ll slow you down.”

“Come on.” Whumpee slung Caretaker’s arm over their shoulder, straining to pull them to their feet. Caretaker stumbled and the two almost went down but Whumpee just managed to keep their footing and start hobbling towards the hall they’d come from.

They almost made it.

Just as the pair was about to turn the corner, Whumpee’s shoulder exploded with pain. They were propelled forward a bit, just enough to get them in the safety of the hallway, but the damage had been done.

“Whumpee!”

Everything was fuzzy with pain. The sensation was so familiar it was almost nostalgic, and Whumpee greeted the agony with a tight smile and a stifled scream as Caretaker pressed their hands hard into Whumpee’s now bleeding shoulder blade.

“Damn it,” Caretaker muttered from above them. “You weren’t supposed to be there. Why don’t you ever fucking listen to me?”

“Sorry,” Whumpee slurred, the side of their face squished against the tile floor.

“Don’t- Just… God, Whumpee. You’re fine. You’re going to be fine. Just hold on.”

Whumpee’s vision started to darken around the corners, their hands going cold and prickly.

“Whumpee? Come on. Stay awake.”

…

“Whumpee!”

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

[n7punk]

Pairings: Adora/Catra (Catradora). Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018). Series: Love You Until The Day I Die (And Then Do It Again). Series: Sapphic September 2024 @sapphic-september

Rating: T. Chapters: 2/2. Words: 5.3k.

Summary: In an immortal love, there’s too many stories to tell to stop at one, even for just one life. Catra and Adora have found each other across death and now they face down their eternity together, hand-in-hand. (Or, flashes in the pan in the reincarnation-verse. Follow-up to “Trade Today For Tomorrow”)

[justanothersanjilover]

Day 22: Can you really turn your back on me?

Here is the prompt list with the other drawings 😊

[serickswrites]

Who Said?

Warnings: collar, whipping, blood, bruises, pet whump, cruel whumper

The Pet was exhausted. They had scrubbed all the floors, polished all the mirrors, washed all the bedding, and cleaned the mansion top to bottom twice as the Master ordered. The Master wasn't home yet. They lay on their bed, closing their eyes. They just needed to rest before the Master got back. Then they would feel better.

"Who said you could rest?" The Master's voice came angrily as the Pet was yanked up by their collar. "Who said this was good enough?"

"Master, I....I," the Pet stammered as the Master tossed them to the ground.

"Are useless. I said I wanted this house perfectly clean. Do your ears work? Or are you just stupid?"

"Master," the Pet threw themself at the feet of the Master, "I did clean. Twice. As you asked. Please, Master, let me--"

"You are such a useless house pet. You can't clean. You don't listen. You can't cook. You were supposed to be perfect. You are nothing of the sort."

"Please, Master, I--"

"I don't want to hear another word," the Master said as they grabbed the Pet by the collar and dragged them to the basement. It was all the Pet could do to keep upright and not trip. They kept their mouth shut or risk further enraging the Master.

"I see I'm going to have to beat this into your small, stupid brain," the Master said as they clipped a lead onto the Pet's collar. The lead attached to the whipping post the Master had threatened the Pet with two days ago.

"Master, please! I will do it again! I will be perfect this time! PLEASE!"

"I don't care," the Master said grabbing a whip from the wall, "I want you to do something the first time I ask you. Not the second. And certainly not the third. But the first."

The Pet opened their mouth to beg again, but screamed as the whip cracked across their back, splitting their skin. They could feel the blood running down their back. The Master whipped them twice more. The Pet wasn't sure how long they could endure, nor how long the Master would go.

"I want you to stand here and think. When I return you better have a good answer for me, or we will see how many lashes it takes for you to pass out," the Master said coldly.

"Yes, Master. Anything, Master. Thank you, Master," the Pet sobbed. They had to get the right answer when the Master returned. They had to.

Tags: @mousepaw @jumpywhumpywriter @knightinbatteredarmor @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 @anightmarishwhump

@steh-lar-uh-nuhs @celestialsoyeon @st0rmm @ay5ksal @pedro-pedro-pedro-pedro-pe

@artisticdemon

[nykie-love-anime]

Day 22 ~ “Your Hair Is So Soft.”

Playing with Kenma’s hair while he is playing video games.

You have been best friends with Kenma for as long as you can remember and as the days go by the urges to touch / play with his hair increased multiple times

But as any friendship can go you asked him to be your boyfriend because the shy little thing would not ask you to be his boyfriend as Kuroo stated a few times during warmups

Thankfully you listened because you have not been happier with your current situation

You definitely stare at it during the video game nights that he set up for you guys to relax after a stressful day at volleyball practice

One day your self-control collapses

He did something small for you, you couldn’t exactly remember but you just remember losing control of your hands

Maybe it was him patting your leg congratulating you on the won in one of your rounds

Maybe it was him slowing sitting down on the ground between your legs to get comfortable for his round after returning with snacks

Who knows?

All you can think of is to touch his shiny hair

“Oh wow your hair is so... soft.” You complemented as you started messing with his hair

“Thanks. Kuroo gave me this new shampoo and conditioner for my birthday and it makes it really soft.” He smiled up at you as he waits for the game to start

“He says I need to take care of my hair otherwise I am going to be bald by 50.” He mutters cursing the playing who just shot him

And all you could do was chuckle shaking your head at the bedhead or mostly known as your other best friend Kuroo

“Remind me to thank him during next weeks practice.” You muttered continuing to play with his blond locks.

All Kenma could do was giggle at the look on your face as he looked at you waiting to respawn

“Would you mind if I braided your hair?” you question and he just shook his head going back to the game he is playing

Braiding his hair was a fun experience

You have to thank your mom for teaching you how to braid your little sisters hair

And you definitely have to get the name of the shampoo and conditioner he is using because his hair is so soft and luscious

And lastly you have to thank Kuroo for being the hair obsessed weirdo that he is for taking care of your boyfriends hair

Day 21 | Masterlist | Day 23

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

DAY 22: captivity/recapture/tearful goodbye

“So…” said Hero, tuning to their team, “I guess this is it, then.”

“It there really no other way?” asked Sidekick, grabbing their arm. “Are you sure?”

“Not that I think of.” Hero patted their shoulder with a faint smile. “But you’ll find something.”

Behind them, Villain was waiting, their arms crossed, but no one looked them in the eye. For the moment, they were something in the background, something to be forgotten. They felt that so well that they cleared their throat and raised their voice:

“And some people say I take too long for my monologues. I agreed to let you two minutes for your oh-so-moving goodbyes, not an eternity. Supervillain is waiting.”

Hero dryly nodded, but then Teammate rushed into their arms.

“We’re going to get you back,” they whispered into their ear. “It doesn’t matter how, it doesn’t matter when-”

“It kinda matters when,” corrected Hero. “To me, at least.”

“Yeah-”

“I mean, sooner would be nice.”

“I’ve ruined my solemn promise, haven’t I ?”

“I get the intent.”

Instead of disentangling each other, the other Teammates joined in. Exasperated, Villain clapped. Everyone yelped in pain and stood away, leaving Hero alone. They turned toward their foe, their hands raised:

“All right, we’re going to Supervillain.”

“We need to make a stop. They want you chained up.”

“Of course they do.”

*

Back to the Hero x Villain Masterlist

Whump/Horror Masterlist

[the-rad-pineapple]

day 22 of @augusnippets

 recapture and tearful goodbye

part 1

Whumpee is waiting for her drink to be called at a café. The rest of her friends already got their drinks and are at a table outside waiting for her. It’s the prime of spring, and flowers are budding and the sun is shining. The air feels fresh. She feels alive. 

Finally. 

It’s been a tough few months recovering from Whumper’s torture, and her friends have been there for her every step of the way; she couldn’t have done it without them. She looks over at them, all seated beside each other, smiling and laughing in a rarely lighthearted way. Her heart grows soft and fond. 

And Whumpee is grateful for her friends and their support, but sometimes she’s found herself missing Whumper. It’s a completely unintentional and unexpected feeling. She’s not quite sure what to do about it. It’s like she logically knows she should feel disgusted at the thought of him, but…when he crosses her mind, she’s filled with yearning so strong it’s nearly debilitating. She knows there’s some sort of psychological explanation for this, but she isn’t quite sure what it is since she hasn’t told anyone or looked into it. She doesn’t want anyone taking her feelings for Whumper away from her. The ultimate guilty pleasure.

She flicks her gaze back down to her phone, waiting for her name to be called. And that’s when she feels it. An icy chill that causes goosebumps to crawl up the nape of her neck. She’s being watched. She turns, and he’s right there.

Somehow—impossibly—Whumper is here. 

Her heart stops. Then restarts erratically like a bird throwing itself against a cage. 

“I see you’ve missed me.” His voice sounds exactly as she remembered.

He lifts a hand to her neck, and she freezes, thrown back to every instance where he’s touched her. But instead, he delicately presses a finger beneath the choker she’s wearing; something she wore since it reminded her of the collar he used to make her wear. 

He leans in, breath ghosting the shell of her ear. Then he whispers, “Do you want to say goodbye to your friends?”

“Wh… Goodbye?”

“Oh, I’m keeping you,” he promises, “but I’m not cruel. You can say goodbye to them.” 

Her name is called for her drink, and she jumps. 

“I can grab that for you if you want to say goodbye.”

Heart pounding and hands shaking, she turns to look at her friends. 

They’re all still smiling. Joking and laughing. All she’s ever done is make them sad. Perhaps it’s better if she goes. 

“I… I don’t want to.” She turns back to Whumper. “Let’s just go.” 

He looks mildly surprised before wrapping a possessive arm around her waist and leading her to his car. He opens the passenger door for her. It closes, and for just a moment, the world is muffled and distant. Peaceful.

She sees her friends outside—happy and alive—probably for the last time. 

“Goodbye,” she whispers, a lone tear streaking down her cheek.