#blood prompt

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

How A Fight Ends

|| Sevika x fem!reader

|| Warnings; bar fight, brief mentions of killing but nobody dies, injured reader, blood mentions, protective Sevika, short drabble

|| Summary; when Sevika leaves reader to get drink refills, she comes back to reader getting caught in a bar fight.

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Started; December 2nd

Finished; December 3rd

HurtCember2024; Day 3, Blood

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The ringing in your ears was almost unbearable as you laid on the floor of the bar. You'd gotten caught in the crossfire of a bar fight while out on a date with your girlfriend, Sevika. Sevika had stepped away for a moment to get refills for the two of you. When she came back... well, let's just say the fight quickly escalated. She never liked seeing you in pain. She'd always been protective of you. So, to come back and see you on the ground. Blood dripping from your nose and mouth. She was upset. To say the least.

You slowly sat yourself up, rubbing your eyes for a moment. Trying to refocus them. When they focused, Sevika was the first thing you saw. She was tossing her glass at the guy who'd hit you. She ended up throwing it so hard that it shattered on him, the contents spilling everywhere. Your cheeks flushed at the sight. Having always loved watching Sevika fight.

The guy grumbled something you couldn't fully understand before charging Sevika. Taking her on in what looked like a wrestling match. Okay, now that you've had your fun watching your girlfriend.. you should probably end it before she kills the dude. Knowing that Sevika would.

"Sevika!" You called out to her. Putting yourself between her and him, having found a moment where you could get in. Sevika stopped. But the guy didn't. He ended up tackling you, his weight pressing against your body for only a moment before Sevika heaved him off. Shoving him away with her prosthetic. Right into the bar counter. He was dazed, which gave Sevika the time she needed to grab you and get out.

"Why'd you get in the way?" Sevika asked, narrowing her eyes down at you once the two of you were far enough away. Your arms folded across your chest, the nose bleed had slowed down a bit by now but it wasn't fully finished.

"Not all fights have to end in death," you replied. She scoffed and rolled her eyes at that, taking you by the wrist and pulling you along. You figured she was taking you back to your shared apartment. Given the direction she was going in.

"That's how a fight ends," you heard her mutter. You stayed quiet this time, not pressing the matter any further. Knowing that if you did it would just turn into a pointless argument.

When you got home, Sevika took care of your bloody nose and checked over the inside of your mouth. Just judging by how she was behaving, you knew Sevika wouldn't risk leaving you alone for at least the next week. She'd be keeping a much closer eye on you. After all, she had only left you for a second and you managed to find yourself in a bar fight. You definitely kept her on her toes, that's for sure.

Once she was satisfied with your state, the two of you cuddled up on the couch. Sevika resting behind you. Your back against her chest. Head leaned back on her shoulder. Her hand found its way to your waist. Gently resting against your hip. She was gentle with you; it took her some time at the start to learn how to be. But she did it. You were the one person she never wanted to hurt. She cared about you. More than she liked admitting. You were her soft spot.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

“ i don’t actually enjoy killing. it’s messy. the blood gets everywhere. it’s just necessary sometimes. ” [[for Haru 👀]]

✧ ── 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 Trigger Warning for Blood - obvs. LEAGUE VERSE

He loathes the resistance within him, the inability to lunge forward and rip her tongue from her neck; to cut her hopes away and deny her the pleasure of seeing her obsession one more time. Her perfume stings his nose - Noxian, of course - it smells like mold and rot to him; thousands of decaying bodies within the War Machine used to fund the entire empire. His stomach churns with want, his fingers itch, the sweet and sticky brain juices that would slide down his arms at the cracking of her skull ... He imagines it would be thin, like a bird ... The screams she would make when his knife slid under the frontal bone and slit into her mind, her tiny little body would hardly be able to resist ...

The fate to be covered in Noxian blood was a birthright gifted to him and activated upon the moment their vile kind dared to step upon Ionia's shores; still - despite his burning nerves, he doesn't attack. Not yet. Not until he can figure out that festering aura wiggling just under her skin, like a mischief of rats trying to break out of their blood bag. How he yearns to gut the little creature before him.

"All your kind enjoy killing, its the only thing that's mutual between us - there's no other fleeting joy in life than taking another's life and watching the light burn out behind their eyes." The struggle, the cries, the solace of silence afterward ... He'd need to go on a hunt soon, if not to slaughter this one - another would do, her time would come eventually. The vastayan folds his arms with a tilt of his head, "Your whole empire is built upon blood and corpses, and the control of that slaughter - I can't stand hypocrites and those unwilling to accept their most base desires. You love killing, if you didn't you would avoid it, but you don't. What a delusional child, more a mouse than a rat."

[kyuyua]

Red Life 💔

Seven Holy Nights of Jeremy (Joel Week) Day 3: Red

[anneliis18]

definitelynottober day 5 - heavy is the hunger

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[mansand]

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

It had only been a few hours since the glowing entity had sunk into Nightwings shadow while he was on patrol. So far, his symptoms were mild but concerning.

Batman had wrapped his eldest son in a big blanket as he shivered violently. Taking the thermometer out of his mouth, it showed he wasn't running a fever, but his temperature wasn't running any lower than normal either.

Which was odd since Dicks lips were blue.

"Do we have results on the blood samples?"

-Not much.- Red Robin answered through the coms, -this stuff is kinda like Lazarus water but only vaguely. If Ras is involved he's changed up the formula a lot-

Bruce looked down at his son, usually this would be the point where he would make a quip or joke of some sort, but there was nothing. Only his face contorting as his emotions swang to one extreme to the next, his eyes periodically flashing Lazarus green...

Aka Danny is badly injured and in his panic he sees Nightwing and thinks, "Safety" and that the hero wouldn't mind, so he burrows his way into Nightwings shadow to basically go into hibernation to fix himself.

Who could have possibly guessed that a super powerful entity forcibly entering someone's subconscious and staying there would have massive mental and physical consequences? Not Danny, apparently.

[lazylittledragon]

Hello I love your bg3 content and your Dorian is so lovely! Can we get like an alternative reality with Dorian and Ascended Astarion? What would your headcannon be for them? 🙇

something like this, probably

[magicpiano]

DCXDP corpse AU (where Danny leaves behind a body every time he transforms.) Danny finds out about Tim not having a spleen and is like, "you can have one of mine if you want."

[spinzolliii]

DISCLAIMER: I HAVE NO CLUE IF THIS IS MEDICALLY ACCURATE

Something that whump writers don’t consider:

IVs feel cold. Can you imagine a room temperature liquid going directly into the bloodstream of someone who’s 97-104 degrees? It’s hellish. You can’t get warm no matter how much external heat you receive.

Imagine a delirious whumpee whimpering and clawing at an IV while being restrained and reassured by Caretaker.

“No no no, that stays in”

“Hey, hey. I know it hurts, but it’ll help you feel better”

Maybe the whumpee’s hallucinating, thinking that they’re being tortured. When Caretaker’s words fail to get through, they have to use gentle touches and singing. Or, if you want to be mean, you can have the Caretaker being forced to restrain Whumpee to prevent them from hurting themselves until they run out of energy and pass out.

[whump-in-the-closet]

love love love when already injured characters are caught by their teammates as they slump forward. When their words blur together into an incompressible mess. When they press a hand against their injury to no avail. The blood is seeping through, weaving down their wrist. "Let...go." Suddenly going pale, falling in and out of consciousness. "I'm-- I'm fine."

They're not.

[stars-obsession-pit]

Danny got out.

Danyal al Ghul was created by the League of Assassins alongside his brother Damian.

Created, not born. Though they were both grown in the same lab, Danyal always felt the status quo. Damian was the heir, the real son, the one they cared about. Damian got to be a person, the one for whom human terms like “born” would fit.

Danyal was just the extra. The bodyguard to die in his brother’s place and a spare should he be lost.

And Danyal died.

Shed his old life like a snake’s skin and vanished into the bustle of a crowded city.

They would tell Damian it was a mission that went wrong. A failure, like Danyal always was.

But Danyal would call it his first real success.

Danny Fenton loves their new life.

Jack and Maddie, for all their unsafe work practices, care for them. That’s far more than their blood “family” in the League ever did.

Far more than they felt they deserved for the longest time.

So when their brother reached out, tried to reconnect as if they were normal siblings instead of born tools, is it any wonder they lashed out, told him to never come back?

Danny got out. Danyal is dead, one ghost Danny is happy to put down forever.

[delicatewhumps]

choking on blood is top tier

caretaker wiping blood from whumpee’s lips

maybe even turning whumpee over on their side so they can breathe easier

whumpee’s breaths whistling through the blood in their lungs

coughing up blood. bonus points if they cough it onto caretaker, then weakly apologize for it.

grasping at their throat, at their chest, straining to breathe

caretaker thumping them on the back to try and help things along

what if the blood occurs out of nowhere? whumpee is just talking, and suddenly, oh no. something’s wrong. they look up at caretaker with blood dribbling from their mouth. (this happened to my buddy evan buckley…)

[fireflysugarpie]

I think it would be funny if Shang Qinghua and Shen Qingqiu decided to get married, not for tax purposes per se, but for marriage/sex curse immunity. secretly, of course ;)

why would they do this, you may ask? why wouldn't they? excluding aphrodisiacs, there are plenty of curses and/or magical objects just laying around the SVSSS world just waiting for an unsuspecting Peak Lord to trip over them. And since Shen Qingqiu has decided to travel to see all the worldbuilding and cool flora/fauna he missed out on in the original PIDW, he's dragging Shang Qinghua along with him for the ride. Of course, they would need protection against the more serious afflictions they could catch or be caught by, and getting married was the perfectly logical solution!

and if they ended up getting sex-pollened and needed to rail each other anyway? if they both said no-homo after, then it didn't count! and if they had started to sleep in the same bed and woke up in each other's arms, that's because it's cheaper than getting separate rooms! Who cared that Shang Qinghua started to sleep over at Shen Qingqiu's peak when they were both back at the sect? And brought him gifts and food? And that he reciprocated? They were obviously just hanging out as friends.

And friends are supposed to be affectionate and show care towards each other! They're the only transmigrators in this world, so they need to stick together! Watching the other jerk off can be a bonding activity, you know!

And if Shen Qingqiu noticed one day that they stopped saying no-homo? They already know they aren't gay, so it would be redundant to keep saying it. Carding your fingers through your fake (real) husband's hair while he lays in your lap and complains about the merchant's trying to weasel out of a deal with the sect is completely straight behavior!

[cait-sith]

Day 13: Eat

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 200

Danny has found himself reincarnated, for fun! While waiting for Tucker to reincarnate. He’s uh, found himself as a clone now- thankfully stable! But he was apparently also an accident, and overheard some of the people talking about termination, which no thanks?

So apparently he wasn’t exactly an accident per se, they did mean to make a clone, so thank fuck for that! They had apparently grabbed the wrong blood, which he almost snorts at. Kind of hard to do in a tube full of liquid though. 

Oh well, he’ll just be leaving now… after he destroys this lab and steals all these files on himself, thank you~ Now, does he want to go on an adventure or find his unwilling donors first…