#whumpuary day 21

[fletcherwilbury]

@whumpuary Day 21: Memories

Warning for Canon-typical violence, physical abuse, verbal abuse, mental abuse, bullying, favoritism

[whumpuary]

Whumpuary 2025!

(edit in case anyone actually reads this, i messed up and put "i'm fine" in twice for day 25 and alt prompt, so either ignore that or you can use "do it" as an additional alt prompt)

these prompts came together through community submissions and then a voting form where people voted for their favorites, here are the top 53 prompts

i want to try a slightly new format where there are still only 15 days for creation prompts but with additional community prompts/questions. those are entirely voluntary but are here to possibly inspire some community interaction and trying new things

i'm excited to see some awesome creations in january!

go here for info/rules/tagging go here for faqs

(note: number 31 is not a creation prompt and therefore not required to complete the challenge, it's just colored black so the colors add up)

text version of the prompts and rules is under the cut

(image description note: there are 31 numbered prompts, on each odd number the text color is black and on even numbers the text color is white)

Whumpuary 2025

a whump-themed multi media creation event for january

create for at least one prompt from each odd/black number to complete the challenge community prompts (even/white) numbers are voluntary

main prompts

1. sacrifice | headache | "this will hurt" 2. how did you find the whump community? 3. choice | storm | black eye 4. what are your favorite whump tropes? 5. "do you trust me" | manhandled | chills 6. share your favorite whump creations (others or yours!) 7. unfair fight | insomnia | "no one is coming" 8. what media genre do you like whump in? 9. trapped under rubble | gunpoint | out of time 10. write your own whump prompt 11. "i didn't ask for this" | blood | abandoned 12. create something in a new/less familiar medium 13. close call | sleep | choking 14. what's your favorite character dynamic? 15. handcuffed | dead | "please, stop" 16. leave a comment on a whump fic/art/creation 17. drugged | "i'm glad you're alive" | revenge 18. favorite whump medium? (movie, book, art, ...) 19. "let them go" | overworked | head injury 20. send a nice message to someone in the community 21. bruises | "who are you?" | immortality 22. take 10 minutes to work on a wip 23. backhand slap | alone | "i can't do this anymore" 24. what do you take inspiration in? 25. "i'm fine" | missing | drowsiness 26. draw/doodle something whumpy 27. stuck in a loop | twisting the knife | rescue 28. find a creator in the #whumpuary tag and send them an ask 29. kidnapped | "don't leave me" | devotion 30. make a whump meme 31. say something nice about your own work

alt prompts

hiding impaled "i'm fine" rain betrayal hair pulling darkness falling (added later, not in the image: "do it")

rules & info

-any medium is allowed (art, writing, gifs, edits, ...) -prompts are open for interpretation (but the context does have to be whumpy) -create for at least one of three prompts on creation prompt days (black/odd numbers) to complete the challenge -if you're not aiming for completionist you can do however many prompts you want any way you want -community prompts (white/even numbers) are voluntary and don't count for completionist (but can be combined with creation prompts if applicable) -use alt prompts to replace main prompts you don't like some works posted on tumblr will be reblogged if tagged correctly -#whumpuary2025 -#whumpuaryno1 (number of the prompt(s)) -#sacrifice #head injury #"i'm fine" (the prompt(s) you're using) -any trigger/content warning tags -any additional tags (fandom, oc, other used tropes, ...)

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Whumpuary 2025 3 & 21

Prompt 3: Black eye

Prompt 21: Bruises

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Allusions to violence

“Wanna bring ‘em back an’ kill ‘em all over again.”

Your head was turned this way and that as if the bruising and lacerations were moving about upon the completion of each inspection. Your face felt swollen with its own heartbeat, the smile you tried to give him pulling the taut skin to a subtle burn.

“They’re dead, Daryl.” You brought a hand to his cheek, brushing your fingers back to card through his hair. There was no hiding the tremble in your arm. A part of you was still tied to the chair and suffering beneath the onslaught of the reaper’s fists. “I’m okay now.”

“Don’t look okay.” Your archer muttered. He pulled on the shoulder of your shirt, his eyes flitting back and forth to examine the bruising that began at your collarbone. With a sigh, he stood, catching your wrist to kiss your palm during his ascent.

“I didn’t tell them anything.” You sniffed, leaning forward to begin levering yourself upright as well. Two large hands caught beneath your arms and gently pulled, allowing you to stand on your own with an arm hovering just a hair’s breadth from the small of your back.

“Know ya didn’t.”

Glancing toward him, he faced you at the same time, the corner of his mouth lifted. Even with all the turmoil surrounding him, he smiled a lot more these days. You’d like to think you had a lot to do with that.

“Can we go home now? I think I need a nap.”

Daryl snorted. “Yeah, we can go home.” He lifted the arm that was behind you to hug around your shoulders. “Nap’s gonna hafta wait til we know ya didn’t crack up your noggin’.”

“You would call it a noggin’.” You teased while allowing him to guide you past the others, engaged in their own conversations.

“Dome. Noodle. Gourd.” His hold tightened ever so slightly. You didn’t need to see his face to know he was smiling again.

“Skull?” You laughed, resting your aching head against his shoulder as the two of you walked. Climbing onto the wagon seat, you winced, your entire body throbbing. Once Daryl was perched at your side, the pain was forgotten. One hand held the reins as he clicked his tongue to spur the horses into motion, his other hand gently folding around yours.

The two of you headed back to Alexandria, but really, you were already home.

[librathefangirl]

Whumpuary 2025 Day 21: alt. betrayal

[pigeonwhumps]

Bruises

Everything taglist: @painful-pooch @i-eat-worlds @a-funeral-romance @rainydaywhump

Whumpuary day 21: bruises | "who are you?" | immortality

After being isolated and treated as a punching bag for far too long, Whumpee runs to the only place they hope they might be able to find safety.

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CWs: bruises, isolation, team whump, arguments, used as a punching bag, abuse, touch-starved

Whumpee knocks on the small metal door weakly, hand dropping to their side after three small knocks. They stand as upright as possible, hand on the wall to help, arm trembling under the weight, and hope it's enough.

The door opens after what feels like both a minute and an eternity, and Caretaker's there, seemingly unchanged after all this time in her ink-covered dungarees, hair braided and pulled back. She blinks at them, at their bruises and blood, at the patched drawstring bag over one shoulder and their scruffy, dirty clothes and shoes. They blink back, almost too tired to be embarrassed. Almost. How much of a mess must they look in her eyes?

"Whumpee?"

"You said once," they croak, "that if I needed someplace to crash then I could, no questions asked. Does that offer still stand?"

A million emotions flash through Caretaker's eyes at once, and Whumpee can't hope to make out what they are. Then she nods and steps aside.

"Honestly I was more thinking at home, it's more comfortable there, but sure. I have an armchair and snacks. Come on in."

Whumpee ducks their head and limps inside. They'd be happy naked on a cold metal floor so long as Whumper's not there. And she's not, would never be, because the whole reason Caretaker made the offer in the first place was because she didn't trust Whumper, didn't like her. It was why they fought.

She has every reason to say 'I told you so' and probably just as many ways to realise that, but she's not.

Caretaker's studio is nice. The old warehouse it's a part of isn't disguised entirely, old pipes and brickwork visible. Her rented space contains a sewing machine, cutting mat, screen printing press, inks and fabrics and threads of all colours and types, everything Whumpee would expect to see here, had they ever bothered to visit. They clutch the corded handle of their bag tightly. It's their most treasured possession, and this is where it's from.

Caretaker waves a hand in the direction of the armchair. "Get comfy. There's the sink if you need it, and the toilet's at the end of the hall. I'll be back in a few minutes."

Whumpee nods gratefully, waiting until Caretaker's left again before cleaning their hands and face, changing into fleecy pyjamas and curling up on the armchair, Teddy in hand. They avoid looking at themself while they do all of this, their appearance not something they want to dwell on. They must be making the furniture dirty, surely, but Caretaker told them to sit so she can't mind too much.

That makes a change. A change from being somewhere where they apparently matter less than everyone else, everything else, where they're so easy to dismiss that–

They swallow a sob, swallow it right down, keeping their emotions clenched tight inside. Caretaker doesn't need to see this, especially not when it's all their own stupid, naïve fault. Can't see what's right in front of their face sometimes, she said, and she was right. The bruises and cuts all down one side of their body from the last time they were dragged across the floor are proof of that. Fucking hell.

They close their eyes.

Next thing they know, someone's shaking their shoulder, setting their body throbbing. They snap their eyes open as Caretaker's hand withdraws.

Ow.

"Sorry. You still sleep like the dead. You also look like hell, so I've brought you a cup of tea, a pot noodle and some biscuits. Relax. You don't have to tell me what happened, I meant that, but I have some plasters and stuff if you need them?" Whumpee shakes their head. They're not going to use everything of Caretaker's when they can't even replace it, this is already way too much. "Okay. Well, drink, eat, sleep, whatever you need to do. I'll– I'll be here. This time. Okay?"

"It wasn't your fault last time," Whumpee whispers. They'd walked out on Caretaker, not the other way round.

Caretaker hums non-committally, in that way that means she disagrees but doesn't want to risk starting an argument, and Whumpee sighs, sipping at their tea with shaking hands. Chamomile, their favourite. They don't want an argument either. Everything has already hurt more than enough recently.

They eat half of the pot noodle without taking a breath. Then they force themself to put it down and look up at Caretaker, who has a concerned frown on her face as she works, sketching in her book.

"You were right. She was awful."

Caretaker looks up. "Whumper?"

Whumpee nods. All those awful things they'd yelled at Caretaker, because they were stupid and starstruck and couldn't see what was right in front of them. And they can't even excuse any of it, because she was right, entirely right, and she's just let them right back in like the last thing they saw wasn't her looking so completely crestfallen.

"I'm sorry, Caretaker. I was horrible to you and you just... you're too good." Too good for them, too good for this world.

She smiles bitterly. "I wasn't entirely innocent in that fight. You always act like I'm either one or the other. That fight was awful, on both sides, but we're here now. Water under the bridge. Okay?"

"Okay."

"For the record, I did hope I was wrong."

Whumpee nods and dives into the remainder of their pot noodle. Better eat now, while they can. Caretaker goes back to drawing at her standing desk.

After a while, they take a sip of their tea. "It was okay at first. Good, even. She was my mentor. I did what she said, I learned, I got to socialise with her and the rest of her team. I helped. It felt good. But then she... I don't know when it started but..."

They trail off. They don't know when Whumper started using her as a punching bag. It wasn't immediately, but then the tasks got harder and the punishments got harsher and Whumper got angrier and they were isolated and then there they were, a convenient punching bag and... other things. Worse things.

"I couldn't tell. Who would I tell? How would I tell? She threatened me. Threatened you. But I– I– it hurt so much, Caretaker."

"She's the one who left you like this?"

Whumpee nods. It's not the worst they've been, but they don't say that, not trying to garner unmerited sympathy from Caretaker. It's their own fault.

"I'm glad you got out of there."

"She's not the reason it hurt so much."

Caretaker cocks her head in concern. "Her team?"

Whumpee nods. Stops to take a long drink and sinks into their seat, wrapping their arms around themself. This is a lot to think about.

They don't know why they're talking, but they are, and that means thinking about it. About what happened, about everything. And that hurts. It's embarrassing, too, they should've guessed. Caretaker did.

They thought the team was just oblivious. Now they're not so sure.

"My first complaint... it didn't... I made everything worse even when I chickened out. Whumper knew I was going to, even though I didn't. And then I tried again through proper channels and it... Team Leader... he already knew. He asked me to... I showed him! And I got suspended when I wouldn't withdraw it. And Whumper... she... I was stupid, I stayed, I thought I could survive it, I thought I'd be fine but she... and now I'm just a coward. What if she hurts someone else? Or if she makes good on her threat against you? I thought she couldn't but..."

Caretaker stares for a moment and then grins cockily. "Come on Whumpee, you know what I used to do for a living, I'll be fine."

"Don't. Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Stop acting like it's all fine. It's not, and you don't know that it'll be okay! This isn't an assassination and even if it was you remember how we met! Stop trying to– to– stop lying to me!"

Whumpee takes a deep breath, trying to calm themself. They're not being fair, they know that. She's trying to help. They just– how can she pretend it's all okay when it's so very not?

"Sorry."

Caretaker shakes her head. "I'm sorry. Maybe I'm being a bit flippant. But I will be okay. I'll make sure of it, I promise."

"You'd better."

Whumpee shifts, wincing. Curling up so tight hurts, tugging and pushing at the bruises and burns and cuts, but it's safer. No way to kick your chest in if they can't get to it.

"Are you sure you don't at least want painkillers?"

They shake their head. No drugs. No forced weakness and compliance. No weird hallucinations. No... god knows what. Not today.

"Okay. Try to sleep. If I'm not here when you wake don't panic, I just need to sort some things."

Despite the matter-of-fact soothing layered on top, Whumpee knows that tone of voice, all impending action. And they know what she's planning to do. They look Caretaker directly in the eyes.

"Don't do something you'll regret, Caretaker."

She looks taken aback for a moment at their sudden fierceness but then gives a toothy grin, like a predator that's scented blood.

"Oh, who says I'd regret it?"

"I mean just don't– don't get yourself hurt. She's dangerous."

"I know that. So am I." She must see something in Whumpee's bruised and battered face because she softens, tucking her pencil behind her ear and crossing the room to crouch in front of them. Broadcasting her every move, she presses a soft kiss to their forehead. "It was my job for thirty years. It's just a relief to find someone that I'm happy to use my skills on."

Caretaker rests her hands on their upper arms and they lean into the touch, despite the pain at the pressure. Tears prick at their eyes. This warm closeness without malicious intent... it's been too long.

"If you get yourself captured or killed I will bring you back from the depths of Hell and skin you alive for doing that to me. So don't. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir." Whumpee glares half-heartedly. "I promise."

[hurtfortea]

Whumpuary Day 21: Forgotten

Bruises | “who are you?” | immortality

Contains: implied/referenced torture, stress position, immortal whumpee, rescue, platonic caretaker

“Dad?” A soft, unfamiliar voice asks. He looks up in time to see an elderly woman step into the room. When she sees him, her green eyes go wide. “Is that you?” She asks, bewildered. He breathes out a soft sigh of pain, shifting slightly, though it does nothing to ease the ache in his muscles. His hands are fixed behind his back, his knees forcibly bent. They’re purpling where they rest against the floor. She approaches, reaching out, her fingers at his jaw. “You…look just like you did in her pictures.” She whispers, and her eyebrows furrow. “But…you should be older.”

He stares up at her with a blank expression. “Who are you?”

[galaxymagitech]

I decided to do Whumpuary 2025 very last-minute. To try and increase my comfort zone, I'm going to try something new that I've seen a few other people do and ask if anyone has fic requests for any of the days! Hopefully this isn't weird, because I have no idea how these things work.

You can request a Batman fic for any of these prompts (as vague or detailed as you want), and if I can, I'll try to write it. Please keep it SFW though. (I probably won't write any romantic ships, but you can ask if you really want.)

3. choice | storm | black eye 5. "do you trust me" | manhandled | chills 7. unfair fight | insomnia | "no one is coming" 9. trapped under rubble | gunpoint | out of time 11. "i didn't ask for this" | blood | abandoned 13. close call | sleep | choking 15. handcuffed | dead | "please, stop" 17. drugged | "i'm glad you're alive" | revenge 19. "let them go" | overworked | head injury 21. bruises | "who are you?" | immortality 23. backhand slap | alone | "i can't do this anymore" 25. "i'm fine" | missing | drowsiness 27. stuck in a loop | twisting the knife | rescue 29. kidnapped | "don't leave me" | devotion

Alt Prompts: hiding, impaled, rain, betrayal, hair pulling, darkness, falling, "do it"

Obviously, don't feel obligated--this is just for fun, or if anyone really wants to see anything in particular! I plan to come up with something for these prompts anyway if no one asks.

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

Whumpuary 2025 Masterlist

Read on Ao3

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Day 1: Sacrifice

Day 3: Black Eye

Day 5: Chills

Day 6: Share your favorite whump creations (others or yours!)

Day 7: Unfair Fight

Day 9: Trapped Under Rubble

Day 11: Blood

Day 13: Choking

Day 15: Dead

Day 17: Drugged

Day 19: Overworked

Day 21: Bruises

Day 23: Alone

Day 25: Drowsiness

Day 26: Draw something whumpy

Day 27: Stuck in a Loop

Day 29: Kidnapped

Day 30: Make a whump meme

Day 31: Say something nice about your own work

[suspensefulpen]

Whumpuary Day 21: “Just Get It Over With”

TW: Implied Torture, Punishments, Knife 

@whumpuary

“Whumpee,” Whumper scolded softly. “I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me, didn’t I?” In spite of the softness in his voice, his expression was grave. 

“Yeah…” Whumpee grimaced, turning their gaze elsewhere. 

“And what did you do Whumpee?” 

“I…disobeyed you.” They lowered their head. They didn’t know if it was in shame or to avoid eye contact even more. Regardless, they kept their gaze to the floor. They did not want this. They felt they had enough scars and cuts and bruises. 

“And do you know what that means?” 

“I get punished…” 

“Punished for what?” 

“For disobeying you…” 

Whumper hummed, the slightest smile on his face. “It’s good you’re aware.” He pulled out his knife and stepped closer when Whumpee tightly shut their eyes, hissing. 

“Just get it over with.” 

With raised brows, Whumper leaned away. “What was that?” 

Whumpee quickly opened their eyes as panic rose in their chest. “I-I said I–” 

“You want to just get it over with?” 

“No, no, no! That’s not what I said! I said–” 

“No, I’m pretty sure that’s what you said.” Whumper nodded even as Whumpee shook their head. “Yes, yes.” They smiled more visibly as it turned into a wicked smirk. “I’ll go as slow as I possibly can.”

[firapolemos05]

"Korácen'kor (Sylvan "hundred feet"): massive fae creatures that resemble the smaller beastial centipedes. Tough exoskeleton resistant to most elemental magic. Can magically multiply their body segments to grow longer and heavier. Kill by constriction or by digging into flesh with their many legs and mandibles. Primarily prey on large monstrosities and dragons."

Whumpuary 2025

Day 13 Choking

Day 21 Bruises

A dragon caught in a korácen'kor's grapple rarely ever survives. Those who do bare the scars for the rest of their existence.

Bonus under the cut (tw gore)

Those are gonna leave some marks.

[lilac-rose-writes]

Kindergarten Fanfics Masterpost

Character Study Series:

The Before And The After- Ozzy (21/11/2021) Tuesday- Carla (26/11/2021) Good Boy- Stevie (05/12/2021) Enough- Ted (13/12/2021) Pretty Girls- Cindy (15/12/2021) Experiences, Crushes and Science Lessons- Jerome (17/12/2021) Revolting Children- Ms Applegate (23/12/2021) Letters- Madison (01/01/2022) Wilted- Lily (05/01/2022) Advancements- Male Principal (26/01/2022) The Sole Heir To Applesoft- Felix (15/02/2022) Oddball- Margaret (26/02/2022) Smart- Monty (09/04/2022) Green- Bob (16/05/2022) Lost- Alice (23/07/2022) Sleep- Billy (22/08/2022) Death- Kid (25/08/2022) Monsters, Sleepovers and Love Letters- Nugget (02/09/2022)

Miscellaneous One-Shots and AUs

Love Me- Yandere Kid AU (27/03/2022) In The Dark- Reverse AU (07/06/2022) Hogwarts School of Magic and Mysteries- Harry Potter AU (12/06/2022) Penny Is Definitely a Robot- Pre Canon (29/08/2022) What Not To Do When You Meet a New Superhero- Spider-Man AU (22/12/2022) Poor, Unfortunate Souls- Kid-centric Study (10/03/2023) What It Takes To Survive- K1 Bad End (26/03/2023) Camp Principal- Camp Camp AU (28/03/2023) The Final Duet- OMORI AU Prequel (03/06/2023) Don't Blend Billy- Blended Billy (23/07/2023) The Owl House but Kindergarten- Owl House AU (24/07/2023) shard of light - Secret Santa Gift (30/12/2024)

Restaurant Saga

Penny and Carla go to IHOP at 3:47AM (20/11/2022) Kid Goes to Taco Bell At a Reasonable Hour of the Day (18/12/2022)

Pearla-Centric One-Shots

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year (24/12/2021) Smile (28/08/2022) Purple Heathers (28/11/2022)

Whumptobers

Whumptober 2022 (01/10/2022) Kindergarten Whumpuary (it's complicated)

Ghost Felix AU

Alone (02/07/2022) Absolutely Fine (05/11/2022)

Hi! I'm Lilac, and my AO3 account can be found here as Lilac_The_Book_Lover. I've been writing for the Kindergarten fandom for a few years now, and I don't plan on stopping anytime soon. <3

My profile picture & header were made by the INCREDIBLE @rainrayne!! They're such a wonderfully talented artist and a lovely mutual to have; I urge you to check out their account if you haven't already! :D

(I also run @themodernmozart if anyone is interested in rp blogs. <3)

[whumpuary]

Welcome to Whumpuary 2024!

Whumpuary is a whump themed mixed-media creation event/challenge taking place in January.

This year the prompts came together through a community submission form and then a poll, where I picked the 53 most voted prompts! There are 15 numbers with 3 prompts each, plus 8 alt prompts. The dates are just meant to be a general guideline for those who want/need some structure in a challenge (e.g post every other day), but you don't actually have to create/post on those dates. You can combine prompts any way you want or just pick one of each number, do every single one or even all of them combined into one big creation (or just use one single prompt. That's already an achievement!) If you don't like any prompts of a number you can also replace or combine them with an alt prompt. The main or alt prompts don't have to be done in order.

Go here for more information, rules and the tagging system Go here for FAQs

The inbox is open for any questions!

Text version of all the prompts is under the cut

Whumpuary 2024 Main Prompts 1. (Jan 01-02) Captivity / Snow / Secret Revealed 2. (Jan 03-04) "Get away from me" / Collapse / Choking 3. (Jan 05-06) Used as bait / Stumbling / "This is gonna hurt" 4. (Jan 07-08) "Help me" / Lightheaded / Kneeling 5. (Jan 09-10) Can't move / "Stay. Please" / Kidnapped 6. (Jan 11-12) Exhaustion / Blindfolded / Old Injuries 7. (Jan 13-14) "I didn't know where else to go" / Bruises / Drugged 8. (Jan 15-16) Muffled Screams / Hostage / "You look awful" 9. (Jan 17-18) "Make it stop" / Restraints / Hair Grabbing 10. (Jan 19-20) Desperation / Gunpoint / Can't stay awake 11. (Jan 21-22) Blood / "Just get is over with" / Memories 12. (Jan 23-24) "You're awake" / Rescue / Unfair Fight 13. (Jan 25-26) Left to die / Barely Conscious / "I'm Fine" 14. (Jan 27-28) Flinching / Breakdown / Sleep Deprivation 15. (Jan 29-31) You're safe / Aftermath / Touch starved

Alt Prompts 1. Stabbed 2. "Let me see" 3. Recapture 4. Forced to watch 5. Headache 6. Gagged 7. "Do you trust me?" 8. Blood Loss

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Whumpuary Day 21-22

Prompt: Blood loss (alt)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Blood; injury; stitches

“We need to keep moving.” You panted, stumbling to one knee. You were dizzy, nauseous. Daryl’s quick reflexes and hand on your bicep kept you from toppling forward. The way he hauled you up seemed effortless. 

“Yeah, we do, but not ‘til we take care’a that.” The archer threw a hand out in gesture toward your blood soaked jeans. “Sit down ‘fore ya fall down. Again.” You pouted at him but lowered to a conveniently placed stump and presented your injured leg. When Daryl’s knife sliced through the fabric to grant him access to the tear in your flesh, you gasped indignantly.

“These were my favorite pair!”

“We’ll hold a service for ‘em when we get back.” His expression remained stoic as he worked, digging through the first aid kit for what he needed. Glancing up at your unamused face, he sighed. “Carol’ll patch ‘em. Dry your eyes.”

The stitches hurt like a bitch, but watching him care for you with such gentle touches, his tongue peeking out at times in concentration, the pain and the loss of your favorite jeans were quickly forgotten. 

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[angeygirl]

@whumpuary Day 21: Immortality

The one behind all of this will be given exactly what he wants, what he was always wanted; power, fear, strength, immortality. He will never die unless he releases these desires. Heat, cold, injury, hunger, pain will never be the end of him, no matter how torturous. Not unless he humbles himself. Until then, he will be the monster he always wanted.

I could have just done normal Springtrap, but where's the fun in that? Anyways, Toast is back, plus Old Man Consequence giving specifics on The Curse.

[evilwriter37]

Whumpuary 2025 Day 21

A Villain in Her Own Right

Prompt: bruises, “Who are you?”

Rated: teen

Warnings: beating, blood

Relationships: N/A

Word Count: 717

Summary: Hiccup is captured by an unknown foe midair, and is afraid to tell her anything about himself.

[serickswrites]

Whumpuary 2025

Masterlist for prompts for 2025 challenge

Day 1: prompt: "this will hurt;" TW: broken bones, captivity, torture, field med, escape

Day 2

Day 3: prompt: black eye; TW: bruises, black eye, implied domestic violence

Day 4

Day 5: prompt: "do you trust me?" TW: threat of death, violence, captivity, restraints, escape

Day 6

Day 7: prompt: "no one is coming;" TW: captivity, torture, restraints, cuts, blood, hopelessness, cruel whumper

Day 8

Day 9: prompt: out of time; TW: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, blood loss, unconsciousness, rescue

Day 10

Day 11: prompt: "I didn't ask for this;" TW: destruction, blood, wounds

Day 12

Day 13: prompt: close call; TW: threat of death, rescue

Day 14

Day 15: prompt: dead; TW: collapse, blood, injury, violence, stabbing, knife, mcd, grief, hurt/no comfort

Day 16

Day 17: prompt: "I'm glad you're alive;" TW: captivity, torture, restraints, rescue, hurt/aftermath

Day 18

Day 19: prompt: "Let them go;" TW: captivity, torture, restraints, knife, blood, self sacrifice

Day 20

Day 21: prompt: immortality; TW: captivity, torture, restraints, gun, gunshot, gunshot wound, blood, cruel whumper

Day 22

Day 23: prompt: "I can't do this anymore;" TW: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, wounds, hopelessness

Day 24

Day 25: prompt: drowsiness; TW: referenced captivity, referenced torture, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, hurt/comfort

Day 26

Day 27: prompt: twisting the knife; TW: stabbing, blood, kidnapping, implied future torture, unconcsciousness

Day 28

Day 29: prompt: "don't leave me;" TW: referenced captivity, referenced torture, broken bones, nightmares, PTSD, hurt/aftermath, hurt/comfort, hurt/recovery

Day 30

Day 31

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