#is that blood?

[partnersatfazbear]

Day 2 - Is that blood or pizza sauce? (Except Henry is screaming it)

[archimer]

Baldurian adventurers after vampire palace raid. Undated.

[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.” 

[erdarielthewhumper]

WOW Birthday Whump Event Day 7 | Wounded | Is That Blood?

No I'm not properly participating in the event as a whole, I'm bad at participating in events like this unfortunately (I mean, even this is with the yesterday's prompt, oops), but I got a random burst of inspiration so. Here's a little bit of nonsense with my scifi boys, I guess

The jolt as the ship took to air threw Elias against a wall. He pushed himself back to his feet and staggered to the engine room. He knew Anthony intended to push the speed to a range that was frankly inadvisable within a planetary system for any ship, let alone one as old as the Starlady. That required a good eye on the engines, and a good hand to keep them together and functioning, too.

If it had been anyone else’s hand on the controls, Elias would have called pulling that stunt pure madness, but Anthony was damn near the best pilot he had ever seen, and knew the Lady like the back of his hand. She had been his partner much longer than Elias had. So if anyone could coax this sort of speed out of her and still keep her from crashing into anything or going wildly off-course or exploding or falling apart from the strain, it was Anthony.

The ship shook again as it cleared the atmosphere and the artificial gravity switched on. Elias shook himself out of his thoughts and got to work.

Really, there wasn’t that much to do. Just check the meters to see that nothing was going wrong yet, turn off a few of the usual safeguards, and then just keep his eyes and ears open for trouble.

Soon enough, Elias slumped to the floor and dragged himself to a little nook between a few of the pipes that wouldn’t get burning hot from the engines working. He sat there for a while, just breathing, calming himself down. That had been a close call, but they’d gotten away, and few where the people with the skill and courage to pursue the Starlady, and fewer still the ones that might stand a chance of catching her, rather than merely tracking her.

As the adrenaline ran out, the pain in his side grew nearly unbearable. Right, one of the fuckers had come at him with a knife, hadn’t they? He glanced down to see a long slash on the side of his jacket, and a dark, damp patch of blood.

He pulled himself to his feet again and headed for the first-aid pack, on the shelf beside his toolbox and a box of random screws and another of small spare parts and one more of just random scraps he liked to fiddle with, sometimes. He kept the pack there mostly because he had a habit of accidentally burning his arms or hands on some of the hot pipes, but it should have enough bandages for this.

Elias just about managed to make it to the shelf, though his legs shook worse and worse with every step. He pulled down the first-aid pack and half-sat, half-collapsed on the floor beneath the shelf. There was a long gash on his left side; he couldn’t tell how deep it was, but it was bleeding a lot.

He tried wiping the blood off with a scrap of cloth, which did just enough that he could see what he was doing. He fished a roll of bandages from the first-aid pack and wrapped them around himself as best he could.

How long had it been? He wasn’t sure. Long enough that he should check the meters, probably.

He dragged himself up and staggered over to the engines. Everything looked alright still. That was good. He could rest a little, then.

His legs failed before he got back to his little nook between the pipes, but he managed to crawl over to it anyhow. He curled up there, letting the thrum of the engines lull him halfway to sleep.

The sound of the door to the engine room opening startled Elias awake. He shook his head and blinked. Anthony stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the brighter light of the corridor beyond.

“–shaken them off now”, he was saying. “There should be enough interference that they can’t track us through this space, either. I’ve put a course in for— Elias?” There was sudden worry in his voice. “Elias, is that blood?”

Elias sat silent for a moment, staring as Anthony strode towards him.

“Oh, yeah, sorry”, he managed to mutter at last. “I’ll clean it later.”

“Nevermind that now. Are you hurt?”

“It’s fine, I’ve got it handled.”

Anthony knelt in front of him. He pulled Elias’ jacket and shirt carefully away. Elias heard him hiss sharply at what he saw, and glanced down himself. The large patch of blood showed starkly against the white of the bandages.

“Elias.” Anthony’s voice was very soft now, but his face was tight with worry. “Will you let me take a proper look at this?”

Elias wasn’t sure he wanted to. He’d always looked after himself, he could deal with this, he didn’t like having people fussing over him… But oddly enough, he didn’t really want Anthony to go away either. There was something reassuring about his presence. And if Elias told him no he’d go away.

Slowly, Elias nodded.

Anthony slipped one arm under his knees and curled the other around his back and pulled him close to himself. Something about that movement sent a blinding wave of pain through Elias’ body. Before he could even cry out, it pulled him down into black oblivion.

Elias came slowly to his senses. The sound of the engines was now a more muted hum. He was lying in a half-sitting position, something soft wrapped around himself…

“Starting to wake up?” That was Anthony’s voice, at his left.

Elias opened his eyes and turned his head towards the voice. Anthony was sitting just an arm’s reach away from him, in his chair in the Lady’s cockpit. Elias realized he was in his own chair, just with the back lowered as far as it would go. And there was a blanket wrapped around him.

“I cleaned your wound and stitched it up”, Anthony said before Elias could ask.

“Oh. Thank you.”

Anthony sighed and shook his head. “Next time, just tell me, right? I won’t mind patching you up. Much rather do that than bury you, anyway.”

“I’ll consider it”, Elias said. That was as much as he could promise. “Where..?”

“We’re on our way to somewhere safe I know. We can lie low there for a while, and once you’ve healed a bit, we can pick up some stuff there that we can ship over to Sharo and Presnoi in Eleventh Sector. That sound good?”

Elias nodded. He turned his gaze to the endless night beyond the cockpit window, saying nothing, but he reached his hand out towards Anthony, and felt Anthony’s warm, steady hand close around it.

[aquatic-blade-of-justice]

Ow, ow, my hooves hurt so much.

[loopie-louy]

I win.

[omegasmileyface]

realizing that sticking to the "do it bad" "do it scared" mentality implies theres also a "do it bored"

[saturni-idae]

Down in the dungeon, where hunger resides 🩸

I wanted to make a dungeon meshi fanart for a while, and man, I love Falin, so here we go

I hope you like it :)

[werecreature-addicted]

people are always like "Oh a vampire wouldn't get horny while drinking someone's blood, that's like getting horny while eating a sandwich" and like man have you never had a really good fucking sandwich?

[zeravmeta]

hello weary traveller there is no longer the original post rather I invite you to play the critically acclaimed by me game proverbs of hell made by the wonderful @saifdev

[sadclowncentral]

cannot stop thinking about the french man who during dinner responded to a person asking "should we be naughty and get desert" by pulling a face and going "naughty? it is chocolate, it is not an, uh, threesome"

[spiratorr]

CW : gore

[mr-viwick]

felt the need to draw Curly hitting Jimmy on the head with the gun safety case

[kilgarraara]

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[camilleflyingrotten]