Completionist Badges!!!

Completionist Badges!!!

i couldn't decide between gold and purple for the ultra completionist one so i'm just posting both, you guys can take whichever you like better :) i hope you like them!

(once again, to earn the badge you either have to complete one full path, complete 10 prompt fills, or complete all the prompt fills. the bonus day is entirely optional and doesn't count towards the badge)

thank you all for participating!

@augusnippets day 24

Animal attack / Bear trap / Land mine

War, military, death, gore, grief, suicidal themes near the end, very sad stuff </3

i don't know much about the military, sorry for any inaccuracies!

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Caretaker and his boyfriend had met in the millitary.

Him and Whumpee slept in the same building, sat together during mealtimes, and snuck away to steal moments together when they were supposed to be training— their lives were idyllic. They were both 20, eager to serve their country, and fight if need be.

And that need would come.

Both of them, along with their whole squadron, were sent off into battle in enemy territory. Whumpee seemed eager, excited to fight and protect. He walked beside Caretaker into the foreign territory, making quiet jokes and comments.

Caretaker was more anxious, his face set grimly as he scanned the area for danger. He hushed Whumpee when he got too loud, keeping his eyes out for an enemy.

"What? Is someone gonna come out and shoot me?" Whumpee laughed, rolling his eyes.

"Whumpee," Caretaker whispered harshly, eyes wide. "Shh, you're being so loud– our commander is gonna have your ass."

Whumpee bounced ahead of Caretaker, walking backward and swinging his arms out dramatically. He grinned, his voice carrying through the woods. "Well, if anybody's hiding in the woods, waiting to—"

Click.

Caretaker's heart nearly stopped. He looked down at Whumpee's feet, seeing the disc-shsped explosive under his boot. "Whumpee! Don't move, there's a—"

Whumpee frowned, lifting his foot to see what he had stepped on. "Wha‐?"

"NO!"

A blast shook the ground, launching Whumpee's body into the air violently. The other soldiers got down, ducking for cover as the earth sprayed over the area. Caretaker felt his eyes water as he raced towards where Whumpee had landed.

The other soldier's lower half was completely gone, and his torso was terribly mangled. Blood gushed from the wounds, staining their uniforms a sick crimson.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker cried, tears running down his face. He patted Whumpee's cheek, trying to get his attention. "Please, baby, look at me! It's gonna be okay, you're– you're gonna make it, alright?"

Whumpee's eyes were glazed. "C– caretak'r-" Whumpee spluttered, his voice weak.

"Shh, shhh... it'll be okay, let me just..." Caretaker looked down, seeing the charred and torn flesh of his lover. Whumpee's internal organs hung out, dripping with blood and viscera. He pressed his hand to where the blood was pouring, breathing hard. "It's okay... you'll be okay..."

Whumpee fell slack in Caretaker's arms, coughing and whining arily.

"Fuck, please don't let this be goodbye! W- we're supposed to get married, remember? Remember our house we were gonna buy? And our cats! Oh, come on, don't do this!" He said passionately, clinging to Whumpee in a tight hug.

Whumpee sucked in a soft gasp, breathing back out a gentle, "love you," before going limp. Caretaker howled in anguish, clinging to the corpse.

Even when bullets began to zip overhead as the battle started, Caretaker stayed in his spot with Whumpee. He didn't move, unbothered by the idea of a bullet hitting him between the eyes and taking him to Whumpee.

"dog as a symbol or metaphor is overrated and boring" WRONG.

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies (thank you hozier)

devoted as a dog

hunted down like a dog with rabies

how a dog loves

I can be a good dog. I can be good

like a good good dog

I want to be your dog

bad dog gets punished

loyal like a dog

a wounded dog will bite anything

I'm not a violent dog. I don't know why I bite

a dog’s trust

chained up like a dog

I could go on and on. like I’m sorry you can’t see the beauty of using dog as a symbol/metaphor. sorry you can only see shallowness in the depth of rawness. anyway MORE DOG AS A SYMBOL AND MORE DOG AS A METAPHOR

Ha! Who's a naughty lil puppy lately? You are, ohhhh yes you are.

1. If this is legit a stranger, i do not roleplay whump anymore, (especially nsfw.)

2. If this is Jack, please for the love of god leave me alone.

@augusnippets day 21

Delerium / Vertigo / Hallucinations

implied illegal drug use / medicine misuse, hallucinations, Whumpee x Caretaker

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Whumpee sat on their bed, knees curled tightly to their chest. The room shifted around them, walls creeping in until Whumpee looked at them and snapped them back into place. They whined softly as the darkest corner of their room seemed to darken, harboring God knows what kind of creatures.

Had whumpee had too much of their... fuck, what had they taken? They looked down to their hand, watching it as it drifted away impossibly. They whimpered, pulling at their hair.

"Caretaker!" They cried out, as loud as they could. "Help!"

Caretaker rushed in, looking panicked. "Whumpee, what's wrong? You okay?"

"No! Move quick, he's gonna get you!"

"Who is, dear?" Caretaker stroked Whumpee's cheek slowly. "Did you take something? You look pale..."

Whumpee let out a groan, eyes shut. "Please, he's gonna get me! He'll hurt—"

They we cut off by a hug, clinging to caretaker.

"Shhh, shhh, it's okay..."

@augusnippets day 28

Mind control/ body control/ betrayal

Royal setting, betrayal, enslavement

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Whumpee had been working for an operation that was attempting to overthrow the kingdom's government. The coup was set to storm the castle in two weeks, just enough time to prepare.

However, Whumper, the king, had caught Whumpee snooping in the castle. He was brought back to the throne room for questioning.

He spilled quite easy, promised money and fame in exchange for a few dates and locations.

When the day of the coup came, Whumpee stood firmly in the throne room beside Whumper. He watched as his teammates filed in, their faces going from vengeful to confused as they saw Whumpee.

"Whumpee? What's going on?" One asked, looking concerned. "You're not...?"

Whumper cleared his throat, putting his hands on Whumpee's shoulders. "He has picked his side, and it is with loyalty. He is quite a clever boy, isn't he?" Whumper pushed Whumpee to the ground suddenly, stepping on his back. "He's just a backstabbing little puppy, isn't he?"

Whumpee looked up, confused. "Whumper, my king, why are you—" his mouth was covered by Whumper.

"Shhh. Just be quiet. I'll let your team take care of you."