#day 23: Is that blood?

[its-my-whump]

“Is that blood?”

Passing out | Hyperventilating | New scars

TW: selfharm, emotional trauma, gore

"Is that blood? What the hell are you doing?"

Caretaker forces his way into the bathroom, pushing whumpee, located directly behind, away with opening that shielding door.

His voice sounded agitated, but it was mostly fear for whumpees wellbeing. His tone was commanding, but his voice almost shaking, when he saw the amound of blood running down whumpees arm.

Caretaker wasn't able to lift his eyes from the red liveforce that was dripping to the tilts in big drops.

He wanted to scream at whumpee, for what he had done to himself, but he knew that wasn't helping anyone right now. The words died between his brain and his lips. Instead he maneuvered whumpee in a tight hug. His voice mere a whisper. "Oh whumpee!"

The young one's stoic look vanished and tears started to overflow his glazy eyes. Caretaker didn't care, that his cloths were smired with whumpees blood, when the kid returned his embrace and started to sob uncontrollably. "M sorry." Caretaker could hardly make out the words, whumpee was repeating over and over again under his hitched breath. The situation quickly turned into a full blow mental breakdown and whumpee was suddenly hyperventilating. He couldn't take a proper breath anymore. Hiccuping sobs were all that came out of him. His whole body was trembling forcefully by now.

Caretaker had shifted a bit, so he could grab whumpees bleeding arm, while he eased them both down to the floor. His big paw wrapped around the part where the most blood was coming from. It wasn't a life-threatening amound (yet), but the bleeding needed to be stopped. The little one in his embrace didn't reacted to the pressure on his arm, while Caretaker though he would snap the thin branch under his fingers into two at any moment.

The other hand still holding on to whumpees back, slowly traveled to the back of his head. Soothingly he brushed over his hair and tried to calm him down.

"M srry!" Whumpees cries were dying down. "It's okay, whumpee. I'm here. Everything is going to be okay." Caretaker was hushing into his ear. But he doubted, that the other one could understand a word he was saying. The big guy just hoped his soft tone would calm whumpee down nonethelesss.

Minutes passed and the shaking lessened. Whumpees breath slowly evened out a bit. At some point the scrawny form in his arms went still. Caretaker could still feel his ribcage moving against his own. So he was still breathing. His heart was still beating, Caretaker could feel the pulse under his fingers which were wrapped around whumpees forearm.

The bloodloss wasn't severe. It "just" made a big mess, as well on the outside on the bathroom floor, as on the inside of whumpees fragile soul. But Caretaker would be there for him. He would be there every step of his recovery.

My whumptember2023 masterlist

#Whumptember2023 #Whumptember2023 day 23 #day 23: Is that blood? #passing out #hyperventilating #new scars #whump #writing #tw self destructive behavior #whump writing

[serickswrites]

You're Awake

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, unconsciousness, blood, blood loss, rescue, caretaker and whumpee

Whumpee clawed their way back to consciousness. They were exhausted. Days and days of torture at Whumper's hand had taken its toll on their body. Between the pain and blood loss, Whumpee had passed out while Whumper worked on them.

But now was time to wake up. They needed to be awake. Need to be alert enough to figure out a plan to get away. To escape. They had to wake up.

The dimly room was musty and freezing. Wherever Whumper had been keeping Whumpee, it hadn't been used in a long time. A scraping sound had Whumpee wrenching their eyes open.

"Oh good, you're awake," a familiar voice came from the far side of the room.

"C-C-Caretaker," Whumpee croaked. Their throat was raw from all their screaming over the last several days.

"I'm here, Whumpee, I'm here." Caretaker came into Whumpee's field of vision. They cupped Whumpee's cheek with their warm hand. Whumpee leaned into their soft, tender touch. "I am sorry it took me so long to get here."

"You're here," Whumpee said as they gave a sigh of relief. Caretaker was here. They were saved.

"Let's get you out of these cuffs."

"Whumper?" Whumpee dared to hope that Whumper was gone.

"Taken care of, love. Don't worry. They can't hurt you anymore."

Whumpee sighed. Whumper was gone. Caretaker was here. They were safe. Suddenly everything seemed lighter and softer. They began to close their eyes once more.

"Ah, ah, none of that, Whumpee. Keep your eyes open." Caretaker's voice was urgent. So urgent. But Whumpee couldn't bring themself to care.

"Mmmmm," was all they could manage.

"Shit. Whumpee. Whumpee! Love, look at me. Open your eyes. Where's all this blood from? Whumpee!"

Whumpee wanted to tell Caretaker where Whumper had sliced through layers and layers of skin. Wanted to tell Caretaker where they had been stabbed. Wanted to tell Caretaker about all their aches and pains. But they were so cold. And tired. And most of all, they were safe. Whumpee sank back into the darkness, knowing that Caretaker had them, and they would be safe. No matter what.

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw captivity #tw restraints #tw torture #tw blood #tw unconsciousness #tw blood loss #rescue #caretaker and whumpee #whumpuary #whumpuary2024 #day 23/24 #prompt: “you're awake” #prompt: rescue #queue

[kikker-oma]

Warning: Blood and Chains

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#im toootally not late.. of course not #i will get back on track for day 22 and 23! #i didnt feel good today #but i also spent almost all day canning applesauce #i made 28 pints😄 #it took HOURS cus i did it on my own on top of pain lol #but i digress #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu fanart #lu hyrule #whumptober2023 #whumptober #blood chains

[dropitdoeeyes]

I HAVE GIVEN OUR PEOPLE APOTHEOSIS

mechtober day 5 - backstory

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#2nd women in a lab coat this week & no plans of stopping #anyway. raph backstory. #blood cw #gore cw #the mechanisms #the mechs #raphaella la cognizi #the mechanisms art #holy shit its a des art tag #mechtober 23 #mechtober 2023 #mechtober #mechtober day 5

[pigeonneaux]

Double trouble! @arachn11da

#käärijä #john my beloved #(yzah i borrowed your john tag hope u dont mind) #selfcest #fanart #traditional art #drawing #artist on tumblr #cha cha cha #cigarette #smoking #bruises #blood #tweaked it digitally a little. its wonky and bad but i like it. day 258385 of reusing old flying paper i find on the floor of my bedroom #11 12 23

[doiyi-yt]

EH day 9: Hunt/ Haunt + day 17: Blood/ Flesh

Playing around with the lighting and blur was fun.

But I’m never using that brush to line again.

#art #my art #danny phantom #artwork #dp #fan art #danny fenton #eh science #eh23 #eh day 5 #eh day 17 #23 day 5 #23 day 17 #23 calendar science #Day 5 hunt #Day 17 blood #ectoberhaunt #ectoberhaunt23 #ectober 2023

[finrod-feelagund]

Finrod dreams of his death

#finrod #the silm #finrod felagund #tolkientober #inktober 23 #day 1: dream #tw blood #werewolf

[skyward-floored]

Whumptober Day 23: Shadows, “it’s gonna get me by the end of the night”

This one is kinda creepy again but. Well. That comes with the territory of dead hands...

Read on ao3

Warnings: blood, injury, uhhh lots of creepiness, being attacked by a monster in a kind of disturbing way

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There was something in here with them.

Wild swallowed, looking around. He couldn’t say how he knew they weren’t alone, but the prickling on the back of his neck seemed to indicate a presence, one that wasn’t him or Wind. The problem was, the area itself was full of long shadows with barely a torch to fend them off with, and Wild looked nervously back at the stairs they’d recently descended.

He already wasn’t exactly the most fond of being underground, and he had a bad feeling.

“Aw man, a creepy basement,” Wind said with a groan. “Why do these places always have creepy basements?!”

“Beats me,” Wild said with an amused smile. It seemed like the complaint was mostly to hide what seemed to be Wind’s nervousness, as he was standing rather close to Wild’s side, and giving the darkness an anxious look.

“Maybe it’s a style thing,” Wild said thoughtfully. “Like, they build these or whatever, and one guy goes ‘hey you know what would be great right here? A creepy basement. Would really tie the whole dungeon together.’”

Wind laughed, and looked much less nervous as he looked out at the shadows again. Wild glanced at them as well, and squinted as his eye caught on something. Had something moved over there?

He really hoped not.

“Well, there are such things as non-creepy basements. I mean, Twilight’s basement isn’t creepy,” Wind said with a little grin, and Wild checked back into what he was saying. “Though it is full of junk. My grandma would say that’s scarier.”

Wild snorted as he and Wind began to walk into the room, feeling their way around walls, pausing to look around when they reached a torch. Wild pulled out an old branch he had and lit it, and after that, finding their way around the room was much easier.

It turned out to be what Wind said was a puzzle room, the two finding a suspicious platform, and a switch tucked in a dark corner. Pushing a block over to push it down didn’t make anything happen, but as they glanced around the area, Wild noticed some etching on the wall.

“There must be more switches we have to push,” Wind said thoughtfully. “Or else something would’ve happened.”

“There’s marks along the edge here,” Wild pointed out, pointing to four squares etched on the wall. One was filled in, and he and Wind both sighed as they realized there were three more switches to find.

“Guess we better get going.”

They continued through the shadowy maze, though as time went on and nothing jumped out at them, Wild’s uneasy feeling began to lighten. It seemed like the only thing to impede their progress was the confusing room and lack of light, and Wild was used to that. He’d done three labyrinths, after all.

No monsters appeared from the shadows to bother them as he and Wind located and pressed down two more switches, though Wild’s makeshift torch was nearly all the way burnt up by the time they found them both.

“Only one more!” Wind said cheerfully, and Wild smiled as they reached another hallway. “And that’s the only direction we haven’t gone yet, so it’s gotta be this way!”

“Good, then we can get out of here,” Wild said with another glance at the ceiling. He still didn’t like being underneath so many levels of dungeon and earth. It made him nervous.

Wind nodded, then his face took on a mischievous look.

“Race you there Wild!” he said with a grin, then before Wild could say a thing, he bolted off down the hallway and into the darkness.

“Hey— Sailor! Wait up!” Wild shouted, but Wind had already disappeared into the shadows.

Wild huffed, and bolted after him, though he did slow and peer nervously around walls and pillars. The air seemed colder this direction, a chill tricking down his spine, and Wild swallowed. The sense that they weren’t alone had gotten more intense again, and he suddenly had a very bad feeling about all of this.

“Wind? Sailor, I think we should stick together!” he called, but received no reply except for his own echo.

...Had Wind really gotten out of earshot already?

Wild sped up a little, trying to watch his steps, but also catch up to Wind. He had to be around here somewhere, this area wasn’t that big.

Or at least, not the parts they’d been to already.

Wild turned a corner and found what seemed like a wide-open space, lit by nothing but a single torch next to where he stood. Right as he took a step forward, his stick finally burnt up, and Wild gulped.

He braced himself, and moved forward into the darkness, trying to calm his thudding heart.

There hasn’t been anything in here yet. There’s probably nothing here, and it’s only my imagination because being underground sucks—

Something let out a muffled shriek.

Wild jumped and whirled towards the noise, near instantly drawing a guardian sword he had in his inventory. The sword let out just enough of a glow for him to see a little ahead, and Wild cautiously moved forward, sword held high.

The floor had turned from stone to dirt at some point, and Wild’s footsteps were near soundless as he padded across it. Something crunched under his foot, and Wild looked down, an even bigger sense of foreboding rising in his throat as he stared at the bones he’d stepped on.

“Wind?” he called softly, afraid to speak too loud.

Something grabbed his ankle.

Wild shouted in surprise as whatever it was dug in, and before he could slash at it, another grabbed his other leg and knocked him to the ground.

He got an arm up and slashed at what he could see were pale hands on horribly long arms, bloodstained nails scrabbling at his boots. Wild managed to cut away the hands, but right as he scrambled to his feet, he heard something moving, right next to him.

He turned around, and almost dropped his sword.

A pale, bulbous creature stared at him, eyes dark holes, mouth opened impossibly wide as it grinned at him with bloodstained teeth. Wild couldn’t help but let out a horrified cry as it began to slither forward, and he felt a sudden urge to be sick.

What god decided such a horrible creature should even exist?

Wild backtracked so quickly he nearly tripped over his cape, but strangely enough the creature didn’t turn to him. It veered to the side, and as Wild regained his senses enough to go after it, he saw two eyes catch the light from his sword.

He turned, and met Wind’s frantic gaze.

The sailor was being held up by multiple of the same arms that had grabbed him, a hand covering his mouth. His eyes were wide with horror, and he was scrabbling frantically at the hand over his mouth, but more arms were holding him tightly in place, and all he could do was let out a muffled cry as he saw Wild.

Wild felt a burst of anger and jumped forward, slicing at the hands, but as soon as he chopped one, another two took their place. He’d lost sight of the main body in the shadows somewhere, but he was focused solely on Wind, slicing even more frantically when he saw the blood on his shoulder.

Had that thing bitten him?

He managed to slice away most of the hands holding Wind’s body in place, and the sailor fell to the ground with a cry. But before Wild could go to him, a hand tangled itself in his cape, and Wild cried out as he fell to the dirt as well, more hands near instantly grabbing him.

They pinned him down, grasping at his face and clothes, and Wild clung desperately to his weapon. He knew if he dropped it he’d have almost no chance of getting it back.

But the hands had figured him out, and they squeezed his wrist, clawing at his hand, and Wild physically couldn’t hold onto the blade any longer. The guardian sword fell to the dirt, and Wild felt more hands come up and grab him, no matter how he struggled.

A burrowing noise sounded out, and Wild looked over in terror as the fleshy body crawled out of the dirt, that horrifyingly long neck turning in his direction.

He was it’s target now.

“Wi—!” he screamed, but then a hand covered his mouth, and all he could do was thrash in silence as the monster slithered nearer and nearer.

A hand turned his face towards it, and Wild breathed quickly through his nose, nearly gagging at the smell of decay and blood that came from the hands on his face. They tilted him up as the head of the main body drew near, lit an eerie blue by his dropped sword. Wild couldn’t help his whimper as the face leaned down, its jaws opening impossibly wide.

And then it bit down on the side of his face.

Wild screamed, the sound muffled by the hands still covering his mouth as fiery pain made his vision spotty, the feel of the monster biting down on him nothing short of horrific. The seconds seemed to stretch on endlessly as it continued to gnaw, sucking up his blood, and Wild was nearly sick as it made a particularly satisfied noise.

Somehow the fact that the monster was actively feeding on him, biting him, attacking him only to satiate some kind of awful hunger, made it twice as worse.

All he was was prey to it.

Wild let out a muffled sob as he thrashed again, but the hands only held him more firmly, a hand holding his cheek in a way that would almost have been loving from anything else. Pain and revulsion were making his head spin, and Wild squeezed his eyes shut, tears gathering in the corners.

And then he heard an angry yell.

Suddenly the pressure on his face was gone, and Wild heard another shout, catching sight of Wind throwing himself forward, his face pale but expression furious.

“Stop chewing on my brother!” The sailor screamed, then twisted himself around into a huge spin attack that Wild could barely watch. The wind it kicked up buffeted Wild’s face like a hurricane, and the hands still grasping him let go, dropping Wild to the ground with a groan.

An awful moaning sound rent the air, and Wild watched through the blood dripping down his face as Wind hit the main body of the monster once, twice, three— so many times he couldn’t keep track of the number.

But Wind finally stopped, holding a hand to his head as he stumbled, and the body of the monster fell to the ground.

Wind was suddenly at his side, grabbing his shoulder, and they watched in silence as the monster twitched slightly, then disappeared into dark smoke along with all of the arms.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was of Wind and Wild’s heavy breathing.

“I-I think... I think it’s gone,” Wind said finally, his voice shaking, and Wild gripped his arm, unsure if he or Wind was the one trembling.

“Yeah,” Wild choked out, and Wind turned to him, immediately leaning in to look at his face.

“Oh no, ohh— Wild I’m so sorry I couldn’t get to you faster,” Wind gasped, and Wild shook his head, closing his one eye as blood threatened to drip into it.

“Y-you couldn’t have...” Wild got out, and Wind turned to rifle through his bag, his movements frantic. “...Sailor?”

Wind had made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a sniffle, and Wild reached over to squeeze his hand, Wind shakily gripping it back.

Neither of them said anything for a moment, and Wind leaned up against Wild’s shoulder, Wind leaning back as they finished catching their breath.

“...That was worse then redeads,” Wind said finally, looking away, and Wild felt his eyes sting a little at the memory of the monster’s endless hands, it’s horrible main body and how it bitten down on them both...

It truly had been awful.

“I’ve never seen a redead, but based on th-the name... I don’t ever w-want to. Are they l-like... dead twice over..?” Wild asked, and Wind looked at him, eyes shiny in the light of Wild’s sword, blood still trickling down his shoulder.

Then he let out a wet laugh, and pulled out a bottle with some kind of potion in it, swiping a hand over his eyes.

“Something like that,” Wind said thickly, and Wild pressed the side of his head that wasn’t a mess against Wind’s. He breathed out, and focused on Wind’s warm skin against his, not cold, not undead, not trying to devour him.

“Thanks sailor,” he said in a wavering voice, and Wind made another noise that Wild pointedly ignored, squeezing Wind’s hand.

“Thank you too,” Wind whispered back.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu Wind #lu wild #linked universe fanfic #dead hand #whumptober 2023 #day 23 #shadows #it’s gonna get me by the end of the night #tw injur #tw blood #writing from the floor #this was originally Sky and Wind and then I remembered Trin literally wrote one like this with Sky XD #so I changed it #but I do like wind and Wild a fair amount #even if they don’t like each other much in canon lol

[eileenguy]

rowena x photos by nona limmen

#rowena macleod #muku.aes #rowena.txt #spn moodboard #gothic #horror #witch #witchcore #blood tw #mreileensummer #summer bash 23: day 1

[nose-coffee]

ur supposed to get one period a month yea? not me. i'm periodmaxing. we're on the fourth month of the year and guess how many periods i've had. brother, we are solidly on no. 7

#fuck off lou #my post #i know this is bad and yes im trying to figure out why this is happening #if i wasnt anemic before i sure am now #losing more blood than a stabbing victim #how was there only four days between my last one ending #and this one starting #a damn mystery to me ill tell you that much #i want to rip my uterus out and replace it w a cd player #make better use of the space ya know #but i cant even get my tubes tied until im 23 #like hell are they gonna let me throw the whole ute out #but guys. what if he sucks. like doc i kbow youre just doing your [patriarchal] job #fr. get real. he sucks. hes a bastard. he hates me and wants me dead #lemme kill him first it will be SO so funny #in other news. i may be in hell

[iwritewhump]

"Is that blood?"

day 23 of @whumptember

302 words

warnings: captive whumpee

part one

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Hero kicks the door open, sending it flying into the small room and smashing it to pieces against the wall. 

Villain starts awake, jolting up from a tattered mattress. 

“Oh, thank god,” Hero sighs. “Hurry, let’s get out of here.” 

Villain stares at her, blinking in disbelief. “What are you doing here? I-I told you not to come. I sent…what are you doing?”

She stands in front of him with her hands out in front of her, open for him. “I’ve been looking for you for months. I’m so sorry I didn’t listen to you that day, I should’ve listened. I’m so, so sorry.” 

He reluctantly lets her pull him into a hug, face turned against her chest to stare at the door. 

“Are you alright?” She asks, pulling away and holding him an arm’s width away from her, looking him over. “Is that blood?”

Her hand ghosts over a stain on his shirt and he pulls away, shrinking into himself. “It’s nothing.” 

“Bullshit,” she snaps. “Who did this to you?” 

He shakes his head and frowns, “You need to get out of here, leave. Now.” 

She pulls him up and walks them to the door, “We’re both getting out of here. Let’s go.” He freezes and digs his heels into the floor, standing firm in the room. “Villain, let’s go.” 

“They’re tracking me. Anywhere I go, they’ll know. Just leave me here, it’s not too bad.” he shrugs and tears his hand out of hers. “Besides, I’m alone for the most part.” 

“That’s not a good thing.” 

He sits back down on the ratty mattress and pulls his knees to his chest. Hero stares at him for a moment before nodding. 

“Alright, but I’ll figure something out and come back for you. Deal?” 

He smiles and nods, “I’ll count the days.” 

#whumptember #whumptember2023 #whumptember day 23 #villain whump #villain whumpee #hero caretaker #unknown whumper #captive whumpee #is that blood? #whump #whump writing #my writing #whump fic #whumpee #whumper #caretaker

[serickswrites]

I Care

Warnings: captivity, physical violence, restraints, drugging, creepy/intimate whumper, yandere, suicide, faked suicide, fake blood, presumed dead

Whumpee came to slowly. Their head was pounding and their mouth was dry as cotton. What happened? Where am I? Whumper! The thought had Whumpee starting awake.

"My love, you are awake," Whumper whispered into their ear, lips gently brushing the shell of their ear. "I am so glad."

"Wha," Whumpee had to clear their throat to get the words out, "what didjou do?" Where did you take me? Where is Caretaker? What have you done?

"What needed to be done," Whumper said coolly. "Really, I thought you would be happy, we're together, just like I promised we'd be. I always keep my promises."

What needed to be done? Oh God. Caretaker! "Caretaker?" Whumpee said as they realized they were restrained in a bed. Memories of the moments leading up to Whumper taking them flooded Whumpee. They had opened the door, expecting Caretaker, but found Whumper. They opened their mouth to scream, but Whumper came at them, punching their mouth, boxing their ears, and then grabbing them and......a sharp prick and then nothing.

"Oh they're alive, Whumpee. Don't worry. I wouldn't kill them. Though that would have made my life much easier," they said in afterthought.

Whumpee sighed. Caretaker's alive. They'll find me. They always find me. "They'll.....hunt....you." Their mouth was still dry, the words stuck like glue to their tongue.

Whumper giggled. "They're not going to come looking for you. I made sure they wouldn't."

Whumpee's heart pounded in their chest. They tried to free their hands, but the silken ropes bound them so tightly. "What didjou do?"

"I faked your death. At your own hand of course. That way Caretaker will never suspect me. And you and I can have all our time together. Just like I've always dreamed."

Faked my death? Suicide? I would never! Images of Caretaker's grief filled them, the pain so palpable. They think I'm dead. They think I'm dead. I'm not dead. They think I hurt myself. I would never. I could never hurt them that way. "Why?" Was all Whumpee managed to croak.

"I'm doing this because I care about you, Whumpee. More than anyone else." They cupped Whumpee's cheek and stared into Whumpee's eyes, a maniacal gleam filling their own eyes. "I care so much about you, Whumpee, that I will do anything to take care of you. Even if it means making sure no one will know you. No one will come for you. It's only you and me."

Whumpee spat in Whumper's face. It was the only thing they could do, they were bound to the bed so tightly. "Fuck you," they hissed.

Whumper winced as they wiped the spit off their face. They reached into their pocket and pulled out another needle. "I think you just need some time to think about how great our time will be with no one to interfere."

Whumpee tried to roll away. Tried to free their hands. Tried to do anything to avoid the prick of the needle. But it was in vein. As Whumper stabbed their neck with the needle and depressed the plunger, flooding their body with a potent sedative, Whumpee realized that until Whumper trusted them, until Whumper believed they wouldn't try to escape, they would remain tied to the bed.

I will get out of here. I will get back to you, Caretaker. Whumpee made their silent vow as they began to slip into the deep sea of unconsciousness. I will get back to you. Caretaker. I love you. Please, don't give up on me.

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw captivity #tw restraints #tw physical violence #tw drugging #creepy/intimate whumper #tw suicide #tw faked suicide #tw fake blood #tw presumed dead #tw yandere whumper #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhump day 23 #febuwhump day 24 #prompt: presumed dead #prompt: “I'm doing this because I care” #queue

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

@ectoberhaunt. With Undergrowth being able to control all plants, perhaps he’d be immune to the effects that Blood Blossoms normally have on ghosts. Perhaps even use it to take any down who get in his way. Unfortunately, Danny’s one of them and using a certain nature lover friend of his to test if it has the same effect on half-ghosts🩸🌹🥀

What do u think? What do u think of the redesign on Plant Sam? I’d love to know?💖

#danny phantom #ectoberhaunt23 #eh magic #magic #day 23 #phanart #phandom #phart #dp fanart #undergrowth #Plant sam #undergrowth sam #Eyestrain #my art #Dp undergrowth #Sam manson #Dp sam #dp redesign #Blood blossoms #Dp #dannyphantom

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Whumpril 2024 - Day 23 - Presumed Dead

I'm shameless and I'm not going to apologize for it. Miguel is @whumpr's as always!!

TWs: assumed death, blood, referenced suicidal ideation, grief, kidnapping, drugging/fantasy drug overdose resulting in coma

"Brat!" Dimitri's voice rang out in the tiny room, tight and horrified. "Bastian! Bastian, he's over here!"

Mariano lay sprawled on the floor, bruised, skin almost grey in the light of Dimitri's flashlight. He wasn't even restrained. There was almost too much blood to seem real.

Dimitri sprinted forward, gathering him up in his arms. "No--no, Mariano open your eyes." He pressed his fingers to a too-limp wrist, gripping Mariano tighter when he couldn't feel anything.

He wasn't making any move to wake up. There was no flutter of lashes, no little pathetic noise of him clawing his way to consciousness. There was nothing.

Bastian caught himself on the doorway, breathless from his run down the hallway. Distantly, Dimitri could hear the others fighting the people who'd taken Mariano days ago. The huge dragon fell to his knees beside Dimitri. "Dimitri--hey, he...Dimitri?"

When Dimitri looked up, his gaze met terrified silver eyes. Bastian's hands hovered near Mariano, like he was afraid to touch him. "They drugged him, right?" Bastian asked, voice shaking just so. "I can't feel him."

Dimitri swallowed hard. "I..." He didn't want to say it out loud. He didn't want to tell Bastian, to be the one to break the news to him about what had happened. About how this was the last place Mariano saw. About how he bled out in pain, in a little grey room, alone with people who wanted to hurt him.

Mariano hadn't wanted to die like that in a long time.

"They gave him pact dampeners, right?" Bastian pushed, his hand coming to rest on Mariano's chest. Mariano's head fell backwards over Dimitri's arm when he was shifted again, and he made no move to raise it to a more comfortable position. "That's what's going on, right?

"Right?"

"Bastian, I--" Dimitri started, voice failing. He tried again. "Mariano is--"

Something caught his eye. The glimmering scales on the back of Bastian's hand sparkled as they slowly, so slowly moved in the light. But he wasn't shaking. And neither was Bastian. Readjusting his fingers, Dimitri felt the smallest, fluttery heartbeat at Mariano's wrist. He laughed in disbelief. "I think so. Go get Manuel, he'll be able to tell."

Bastian didn't question it as he scrabbled to his feet, already out the door before he was even properly upright.

Dimitri held Mariano closer, pressing his lips to Mariano's forehead. "You fucking cockroach--" He laughed. Mariano didn't respond, but as Dimitri moved two fingers to press to his neck, he felt another blessed heartbeat. "Scaring us like that, you'd better be glad it was me and not Miguel. Just hold on, we'll get you home soon."

@whump-captain @whumpr @whumperofworlds @lektricwhump @cyberwhumper @bxtterflystxtches @inscrutable-shadow @honeybees-125

#whumpril2024 #whumprilday23 #day 23 #presumed dead #drugging whump #blood #grief whump #dimitri #mage of violence #dragon of diamond #mmm I'm not SUPER happy with this but this challenge is a game of fighting against perfection #so here we go! #Suicidal ideation referenced also #It's real quick though and in the past tense #Kidnapping also

[voidghostiie]

Inktober day 7: drip

Yeah I’m late sue me

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[finrod-feelagund]

First blood or „kanafinwe realises what he has done“

#maglor #silmarillion #the silm #doodles #tolkientober #inktober 23 #day 7: drip #tw blood #first kinslaying