#self inflicted injury

[aceofwhump]

The Book of Boba Fett 1x05

[starliight-whump]

Broken

Whumptober, No. 5

Debris | Pinned Down | “It's broken.”

The silence in the room suddenly seemed deafening. Amara sank down on the floor and examined her right hand. It was throbbing painfully and a little bit of blood trickled from the broken skin on her knuckles. To assess how bad the damage was, she flexed her fingers and winced as that made the pain worse. “Fuck!” she hissed and leant back against the wall with a defeated sigh. Now she was in a worse situation than before. Would her captors even give her any medical attention, or at the very least some supplies to fix it? One could hope, though Amara was skeptical. She looked up at the white walls and ceiling, eyes drifting over the area. There were no cameras to be seen, but she was sure they were there somewhere. No way they would leave her in this room without some form of supervision, right?

“Hey, assholes! I’m injured, are you really gonna leave me in here with a possibly broken hand?” She shouted. Granted, Amara wasn’t sure it was that bad, but it did really fucking hurt.

No reply came.

She wasn’t surprised, not like she actually expected them to answer but it still annoyed her. “Fuckers.” Amara grumbled and closed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh. This fucking sucked.

@whumptober @darkredrevolution

[susiequaz12]

Whumptober 15

No. 15: “I don't need you to help me I can handle things myself.”

Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering | “I’m fine.”

Day 15! A continuation of Marlowe and Solomon on their adventures. Takes place right after Day 13. CW: Nonbinary whumpee, immortal whumpee, vampire caretaker? The roles get weird between them. Sickness, noncon touching, blood, self-inflicted injury.

- - -

Solomon had slept throughout the entire night. Definitely odd behavior from a vampire, but Lo was grateful to get the rest alongside them. Lo’s wounds had closed up fully, now just in the painful process of regrowth. They sat against the edge of the tent as the sun peeked over the horizon. Lo checked the vampire’s forehead, brushing back the sweat-soaked hair that covered his features. 

His skin had turned from that pale shade of pink back to it’s normal, ghostly-white. But a fever still raged inside of him. Lo’s heart panged in their chest as the vampire mumbled, moaning and thrashing about in a fretful sleep. 

When Solomon finally awoke Lo was waiting for him. 

“How are you feeling-” they whispered. 

Solomon paused for a second, taking in their situation. He was lying on a blanket on the dirt ground, the cloak placed over them tossed to the side, wearing nothing but their black trousers. 

“Where’s my shirt-” he grumbled. 

Lo silently handed it to him as Sol pulled his undershirt over his chest. 

“Are you feeling okay?” They pressed. 

“I’m fine.” He mumbled. He staggered about the tent, trying to make place of all his belongings that he had scattered about in his sickened stupor. He had thrown all of his clothes off last night in a desperate attempt to cool down, the tent was clearly in a state of disarray.

“You don’t look fine, Sol. You’ve cooled off but you still have a bit of a fever, you should-”

“I said I’m fine!” He turned to Lo, his fangs snarling over the curve of his lip. Sol swayed slightly on his feet as he collected the rest of his clothing, pulling his socks over his feet. “We need to keep moving.”

“Not in this condition.” Lo muttered. “You shouldn’t go back out in the sun. There’s less tree cover now the closer we get to the river. We should wait until nightfall and then we can continue travel.”

Solomon approached Lo with long, heavy steps, towering over the human where they sat in the corner of the tent. 

“Since when did you order me around?” He snarled. 

Lo stood up, wobbling on their one good leg. They were still barely reaching the top of the vampire’s shoulders, but were better able to look him in the eye. 

“Since I saved your ass from dying of heat stroke. I don’t want you getting more sick than you already are. Then you still are.” Lo spat. 

Sweat dripped down the vampire’s forehead, evident of his continuous fever as he snarled, stepping closer to the small human, gripping a hand across the back of their neck. He let out a snarl, glaring into Lo’s eyes as a drop of spit dribbled from his fangs. He was taken aback briefly as he looked into the human’s eyes. Their weak, fragile form- still healing from all of their past injuries. 

He could snap their neck in an instant- he’d done it before. 

But as he stared at Lo, thinking of a come back, of something to say- he realized one thing. 

Marlowe wasn’t scared of him anymore. 

In fact, there was even a small smile forming on the human’s lips. A bit of a smirk playing over their face as their eyes scanned up and then back down the length of the vampire's body. 

“I know what’s going on-” Lo purred, pulling themselves slightly away from the vampire. “-you’re hangry.” 

Solomon took a step back- “I’m- no! I’m not- I don’t get ‘hangry.’” 

Marlowe chuckled. “Oh yes you do. You don’t think I’ve known you long enough to know when you get hangry? It’s obvious.” 

The vampire shook his head, closing his eyes as the world spun around him. He opened them back up to see Marlowe tilting their head to their side, the veins in their neck bulging out of their skin- taunting- teasing the vampire to just take a bite-

“No, I- I said I’m fine.” Solomon released their grip on the human, pushing them away as they stumbled backwards, back down to the dirt floor of the tent. “I don’t need it, and you’re- you’re still healing.” His eyes dropped down to the human's frail body. "Look at you- you've lost an arm and a leg, literally." Solomon spat. "You're in no condition to be fed from."

Marlowe glanced down at their injuries, one of their hands hadn't fully grown back yet, their ankle just freshly injured from where Sol had rescued them from that trap.

"I guess that means neither of us are fit to travel then." Lo retorted.

Solomon let out a growl beneath their breath as he retreated to the corner of the tent, beginning to pull their boots onto their feet, still determined to continue their journey. 

Even though his head pounded and the light gleaming through the canvas gave him a pounding headache. Even though he felt faint- and his muscles shook at the thought of carrying the human another several miles-

And then Lo was on top of him. 

It caught him off guard as the human pinned him down in the corner of the tent, straddling his waist, pinning both of his arms between their legs. 

Lo had their only hand propped up against the vampire’s shoulder to steady themselves, and in between their teeth was Solomon’s knife- the same one he had used to cut off Lo’s ankle- 

“What are you doing-” Solomon growled- eyes scanning over the knife, over the scrawny human on top of him- back up to the mischievous glint in their eyes. 

They grabbed the knife in their hand, leaning back for balance as they slashed the blade across the crook of their elbow, tearing into the veins and muscles, the blood pouring out almost instantly. Lo tossed the knife backwards behind them as they grabbed the vampire by the back of his hair, thrusting his head forward until it was cradled in their arm, lips pressed against the open wound. 

Solomon kept their mouth shut with a groan, a movement of defiance even as the scent of the fresh blood wafted into their nose. It smelled so good- he was so hungry-

A whisper of breath tickled against the vampire’s ear as the human commanded a single word. 

“Drink.” 

And the need overtook him. 

Solomon let his lips part, opening his mouth wider to lock around the fresh wound, and his fangs sunk into the human’s flesh, his tongue lapping up every taste and every drop that he could. 

Marlowe kept Sol’s face pressed tight up against their arm, making sure he couldn’t pull away as he took in starving gulps of their blood. 

The human felt their fingers carding through the vampire’s hair as he drank- they felt the way his chest pressed against theirs- heaving with the breaths and gulps he took in- the way their legs straddled his waist, keeping him pinned down on the ground as Lo force fed him their own blood.

A flutter grew in the pit of Lo’s stomach as the vampire’s breath grew hot on their arm. They soon began to feel faint, their grip weakening on the back of his neck, their head lolling backwards as their muscles went limp. 

Solomon finished his feeding, pulling away from the human and instantly feeling the strength return back to his body. The effects of the sickness were quickly wearing off with the revitalizing energy of the human’s blood. 

Marlowe had gone limp, sagging fully onto the vampire’s chest as he pulled away from their arm. 

Solomon cradled the back of their head, laying them gently on the blanket on the ground. He hadn’t drained them, but he had taken a lot of blood- Marlowe would need a few hours to recuperate. 

He licked the last of the drops off of his bloodstained lips, his eyes scanning across the human’s body- the curve of their hips- the nape of their neck- the hair that had fallen gently over their face. 

Solomon reached out a nervous hand and brushed the hair back from their forehead. He leaned over, placing his lips against their temple before whispering softly against their ear. 

“Thank you, Marlowe.” 

- - -

 Tag List: @imagination1reality0 @thecyrulik @whumpsday @termsnconditions-apply @spectral-whumpy-writer @raddyscoops @whumptober-archive

[gottawhump]

Found

909/Jonas

CW/TW: lady whump, pet whump (BBU/WRU universe), blood, knife, aftermath of self-inflicted injury, caretaker POV.

The cat’s wail calls him into the alley. He doesn’t like cats, and they don’t like him, but this one sounds like it’s in pain, and maybe he can do something. Help somehow.

The cat is trapped in a carrier, with a bloody body draped over it. (You blew your one chance). He almost turns and runs (again). But he moves forward a few steps, and he sees her. A few more steps, and he knows her.

Oh. The Romantic his Primary stole, for a while. His hands tingle with the memory of holding her.

He’s afraid to touch her.

The cat wails again, breaking his paralysis. She’s still bleeding. He tears off strips of fabric from the bottom of his T-shirt. It’s second-hand and oversized, not the best bandaging material but it’s what he has.

At least there’s a lot of it to use, and it tears easily.

She moans when he has to shift her, to tie and tighten the makeshift bandages. Her eyes flutter open.

“Sir?”

“Not Sir. Ssh.” Blood still seeps through the bandages, especially when she’s moved. Home-if you can call it that-isn’t too far away, but how can he get her there?

“Sir, I’m sorry. Sir, ya tebya lyblyu….”

“Sh. Sh. It’s all right.” It’s not, but what else can he say? It’s a relief when she drifts off, eyes closing, wordless, nearly limp.

He almost steps on a knife. A kitchen knife? A nice kitchen knife, the steel remarkably sharp. He wraps it in a rag before shoving it into a pants pocket.

She might want it later.

She must want the cat, to bring it away with her. It growls at him when he hefts the carrier in one hand. He puts his other arm around her waist, encouraging her to lean on him.

Half-walking, half-dragging, trying to stay concealed in shadows, he gets her down the few blocks to the back door of the rented cells.

He lays her on his mattress, and breaths a sigh of relief.

Taglist: @canniboylism @simplygrimly @justplainwhump @painful-pooch @whumpinggrounds

[forged-doctorate]

At this point in time the little bird that Agnes had been tasked with nurturing back to health had been... getting unmistakably bigger. It had grown from the size of a small chick to about the size of a full grown dove in less than under a month. It's feedings had gotten a lot more demanding, too...

Agnes stood overtop of the thing's perch, wincing in pain as she squeezed a deep cut on her hand over it's beak. It messily ate, beak and front feathers getting covered in the stuff. It preened itself inbetween, fluttering it's shiney black feathers. It was real healthy looking, a soft purple sheen from the tips of it's wings coming through.

Once it finally shut it's trap, Agnes stepped back with gritted teeth to wrap up the open wound on her hand. Christ.... This is starting to be a bit more than she can handle.

[lunarmoves]

there was a new security guard working in the daycare. 

you’d been wondering when the higher ups at fazbear entertainment would green light the hiring process for one, and apparently it was sooner than you’d thought. you weren’t a particularly important employee, so it made sense why you wouldn’t have been told, but it was still surprising nonetheless. you didn’t remember the last time the security desk in the daycare had been occupied by someone other than yourself when you were taking your lunch break. granted, you hadn’t been working at the pizzaplex for too long, but you’d seen the records, and the strange disappearance of the last guard was something you were never able to dredge up too much information about. 

you met him on one of your lunch breaks actually, while you were contemplating which fast food restaurant to use your free meal on. you think he started up a conversation because you were likely one of the only human staff members he’d seen since getting hired. not that you could blame him, of course. lord knows the last time you'd spoken to someone not made of metal and wires.

“so many options to pick from, eh?” a voice said from your left and you turned to see the new guard standing there with his hands tucked into his pockets. the cap that came with his uniform was nestled atop his head of curly hair and cast his face in shadow from the neon lights overhead. you could just barely make out the glint of his black eyes. “this place really doesn't disappoint.”

you snorted at his words. fazco was many things, but a disappointment wasn't one of them. "you're telling me. the prices on the other hand..." you made a face and he laughed before sticking out his hand.

"name's vincent," he introduced himself with a bright, charming smile. "'m the new daycare guard." the badge pinned to the left side of his chest was decorated with little stars and winked brightly at you in the lighting.

you grabbed his hand with your own for a firm handshake and introduced yourself as well. "i do repairs around the pizzaplex and the like. places the bots can't get to, occasionally minor repairs on the animatronics themselves." the ones that didn't warrant an entire trip down to parts 'n services, at least.

"nice, i bet you're never out of work, huh?" you shook your head with a lopsided smile. vincent opened his mouth as though to say something else, then seemed to pause and instead looked around the food atrium. "anyways, you got any recommendations? i got an hour for a lunch break and i'm starving."

vincent proved to be excellent company as he joined you for your lunch break. you didn't mind, honestly. it was refreshing to be able to talk to another human—someone whom you didn't have to strain your neck to look up to or whom you could connect to on a level you couldn't with robots and automatons. he was hilarious and charming, with a plethora of stories he regaled you with of his life before he was hired at the pizzaplex. and before you knew it, your time for your lunch break was up and you were saying your goodbyes to vincent as you both made your way back to your respective jobs. your heart felt lighter in a way it hadn't been in a long time.

the process repeated.

vincent joined you for your lunch breaks whenever he managed to catch you in the atrium. it wasn't too often, as your schedule was rather erratic, but he could take his lunch break whenever he wanted. so you eventually just swapped numbers so you could text and meet up instead of basing it off of chance. and your friendship skyrocketed from there with the endless memes you'd send to each other both on shift and off—the late night conversations you'd have about things that varied from miscellaneous to more serious (fazco's history being one of them). it felt inevitable, getting closer.

you had such a good time with him that you didn't even realize how long it'd been since you'd last stepped foot in the daycare.

that is—until you got called in for a repair on the daycare attendant.

the email had been sent straight to your phone. an emergency repair, by the sound of it. you hadn't ever had to do one on sun nor moon. usually it was monty or chica. concern tainted your conscience as you made your way over to the daycare and slipped through the giant castle doors.

immediately, you were spotted by vincent, who waved and jogged over from the far side of the security desk. "hey! that was fast."

"yeah, i was close by," you puffed out, your eyes searching around the daycare for sun. it was later in the evening—nearing closing, in fact—so there luckily weren't many kids around. only a handful, you noted as you spotted them sitting around the playmats, coloring or playing with little hand puppets together. your gaze trailed over to a corner by the security desk, where sun was perched atop one of the large foam blocks with his legs crossed. swaying slightly in place as he kept an eye on the kids in the distance. well, at least he looked fine from here. couldn't be all too bad, then, you thought in relief.

"what happened?" you asked vincent as you made your way towards sun, your hand gripping onto a toolbox you'd snagged earlier from parts 'n services.

"i don't know," he replied in earnest, a frown decorating his face. "i went for a bathroom break and when i got back he wa—"

before he could finish, however, you were spotted by sun, who shot straight up from the foam block and beamed with all the light of a thousand stars at your approaching figure.

"friend!!" he exclaimed and closed the short distance between the two of you to sweep you up in a bone-crushing hug. you let out a surprised laugh, holding onto him for dear life as his torso spun around and around and around in tandem with his rays. "you're here! oh we missed you so so so much!"

"hey bud, missed you too," you wheezed and patted him on the back. his robotic strength was unyielding and you did your best to endure. he nuzzled at the side of your face and eventually set you down. a hand was placed on your shoulder, fingers running adoringly over your uniform.

"dropped this," vincent's voice piped up from behind you and those fingers abruptly tightened. you glanced over your shoulder and turned to accept the toolbox from him as he held it out to you. his gaze flicked from you to sun, subtle. you hadn't even noticed you'd dropped it.

"thanks, man." you offered him a smile and grabbed onto the box's handle. "what were you sa—"

"mr. guard!" sun smoothly cut in, stepping in front of you to lean down over vincent. you couldn't see over the terse line of his back, so you poked your head around him to look at vincent and the dark shadow that'd been cast over his form. "please keep an eye on the children in the meantime. it looks like little jeremy's about to stick a crayon up his nose and we can't have that, nonono!"

vincent's frown deepened. he cast you a final look before he nodded shortly. you almost thought he was going to argue. "alright." and then he turned on his heel to make his way over to the kids. you watched him carefully—the rigid line of his shoulders—then jolted slightly when sun spun back around to face you with a bright grin.

you spoke up before he could. "what was that all about?"

"what was what all about?" he asked innocently, his hands clasped behind his back as he swayed side to side, further blocking your view of vincent. you gave him a look.

"you know exactly what i'm talking about," you said flatly and gestured at him to take a seat back on the foam block. he complied with a flourish, spinning on his feet to plop upon it. even sitting he wasn't much shorter than you.

he bobbed his head side to side as though he was contemplating. you set down your toolbox next to him and placed your hands on your waist, raising an eyebrow expectantly at him. he wavered, then let out an exaggerated sigh.

"it's just— the guards!" he tossed his head back dramatically, then leaned forward to stage whisper at you. "we never liked them, you know. and this one is..." he trailed off, eyes squinting as his smile thinned like the edge of a blade.

you rolled your eyes. you did, in fact, know of their distaste for the guards. it was why the daycare had gone so long without one. you couldn't really blame sun, you supposed. after all, they had been on their own for a long time and were more than capable. you weren't entirely sure what fazco was doing. maybe a parent complained.

"vincent's not too bad," you said and lowered your hands from your waist. sun tilted his head at you, gaze trained on your face. you clicked your tongue. "anyways, where's the injury? show me."

"riiiight here!" he brandished his hand at you—the one that you soon realized he'd been carefully keeping out of your sight all this time.

and for good reason, too. your jaw dropped at the way his hand hung off his wrist, held together by a few measly wires. "sun, what happened?!" you gasped as you jolted towards him and gingerly took hold of his hand. wires had snapped ruthlessly apart, splintered and shredded.

"oh, you know!" he waved his free hand, gaze still pinned onto you as you turned his hand this way and that, a crease forming between your brows. "just had a little oopsie, is all! doesn't hurt a bit!" and he spun his rays as though to show how unbothered he was.

you immediately let go of his hand and started fumbling for your toolbox to pull out supplies. you'd honestly prefer to have him get repaired down in parts 'n services for this, but knowing his adverseness to the place, there was no way you'd be able to.

"a little oopsie?" you asked incredulously. "this is a bit more than an oopsie, bud."

"ah, it's nothing our beloved repair tech can't fix!" he replied sweetly, gazing at you in a way that made something in your stomach flutter about. you grumbled and got to work, resolutely ignoring the heat creeping up your neck.

as you diligently worked on cutting and splicing the remaining wires together after turning off the electricity being routed to his hand, sun hummed happily to himself. "so!" he piped up after a moment of you concentrating heavily on his injury. "where have you been all this time, hm?"

you shrugged slightly, eyes firmly fixed to two wires you were splicing. the way they had torn was a bit... strange. like they'd been ripped or stretched apart until they tore. "been busy running around doing repairs, the usual."

"repairs, huh?" he mused, something to his voice that you couldn't quite decipher. "surely you are not working even during your lunch break? it is important to get your rest, friend!"

"i'm not, don't worry," you soothed, glancing up at him. "i've just been eating in the atrium lately. no biggie. sorry i haven't been by, i guess it... slipped my mind." you winced slightly at your words. truly, it had not occurred to you with how your breaks had been filled with hanging with vincent.

this close, you could see the offset white of his ringed pupils, roving over your body and drinking you in like he was a man starved. "i see. you would not happen to be spending it with ah, the guard over there, would you?"

you scrunched your nose at him. "why does it matter if i was?"

"no reason!" he grinned, but there was a tautness lining the edges of his smile that you did not quite like. his gaze flicked briefly over your shoulder, then back to you where his eyes upturned into crescents. "we're just happy to see you again! do make time for us too, yes?" his voice softened and lowered to a murmur. "the daycare isn't the same when you're not here with us."

now that just made you feel guilty. you swallowed it down as best as you could and gave him a small smile. "sorry," you repeated again gently. "i will."

it didn't take much longer to fix up his hand, and before you knew it, he was bouncing to his feet and flexing it every which way to show off its replenished dexterity. "good as new! thank you, my friend!" he scooped you up into another hug and you laughed, dizzy on his excitement.

"yeah, yeah. no more oopsies from now on, okay?" you chided him with a wagging finger once he'd placed you gently back upon the ground. he fixed your rumpled shirt for you, smoothing it down with large fingers. "i forbid it!"

"no promises!" he replied, booping you on the nose before clasping his hands together behind his back.

you packed up your tools and glanced down at your phone to check the time. almost closing. you should head out soon. you glanced over to vincent to see that most of the children had been checked out while you'd tended to sun. the last one was dozing on a playmat as vincent sat nearby, scrolling idly on his phone.

"alright, i need to go," you told sun as you started walking over to the looming castle doors. he followed you like a particularly lithe shadow. "got an early morning tomorrow."

"get some rest, friend!" he said, but you weren't paying attention to him anymore. vincent had caught your eye and quietly got up from his seat to jog over and meet you by the doors.

"all good?" he asked you once he'd come to a stop by your side, his hands buried in his pockets. you nodded and his gaze flicked to sun over your shoulder. he pointed over to the last kid snoring away. "you wanna look after the tyke now? my shift's over."

sun's eyes creased together as he smiled stiffly. one of his rays twitched. "of course! i will see you... tomorrow."

"yep. bye." succinct and terse, vincent gave sun a two-fingered salute then jerked his head at you before he pushed open the doors and left. you eyed vincent's retreating back first, then sun.

this was so weird. you exhaled through your nose and held onto your toolbox tightly. "...bye sun. see you tomorrow, promise."

"i will hold you to that!" was his merry response, and he waved at you with a grin as you left the daycare. white pupils followed you out, the door closing slowly behind you as something unsaid lingered in the air. you gave the doors a final look, then turned towards vincent, who was waiting for you a few feet away.

you considered bringing up all of... that—and boy was the last hour a lot to unpack—but a quick glance at the bags under vincent's eyes had you dropping it. later, you'll ask later.

you walked over to him. "hey, thanks for calling the repair in," you said as you both made your way up the stairs. "sun hates parts 'n services, it would've been a nightmare calling a mechanic to bring him down."

vincent gave you an odd look, one of his eyebrows raising. "what are you talking about?" he asked slowly, confused. "i didn't call it in. i told you i had been in the bathroom?"

he had said that, hadn't he. "oh." you thought he'd called it once he got back, but you guessed you were wrong. "and you really didn't see what'd happened?"

"nope." he took off his cap and ran his hand through his hair before setting it back on his head. "i don't have a single clue."

you hummed, glancing over your shoulder at the daycare as you both walked past the party rooms on the upper level. through the glass and netting, you could see sun, standing by one of the playpens. watching you and vincent with white eyes that gleamed even through the fluorescent lighting.

you suppressed a shiver and turned away, a burning gaze following you until you disappeared beyond a point where it no longer could.

connected to this drabble!

[fallloverfic]

As someone who's tanked, healed, and DPS'd, this scene in the latest Delicious in Dungeon episode is relatable on so many fronts. Spoilers for S01E08: Raspberries/Grilled Meat:

Admittedly when I was tanking it was usually me wrangling the other party members and yelling at the DPS to not be dicks to the heals, but still. There's something so very cute about this alkjdlaj poke the tin can alkdjlaj get him up and moving. He's fully healed now, he has no excuse. Yes, his armor is heavy, but it is time to move.

Me, a grumpy tank who just handled a boss the size of a house: I move when I want.

Also did I imagine it or was there a massive style switch for like at least 1/3 of this episode, particularly the fight sequence? It looked a lot more similar to Little Witch Academia than Dungeon Meshi. Not criticizing it or anything, the animation looked solid (Trigger is very good at fight animation), it was just kind of strange.

[bonds-of-corruption]

Not only did I finally manage to give them clothes, even if its kinda shit LOL, I also drew the rough idea of how their weapons look like. Makoto and Nagito's weapon is supposed to be longer but I ran out of space.

Satoko and Hibiya's clothes kinda match because she wanted it to.

[rhynehoward]

how did you find the strength to come up big in this challenging moment? my teammates. we lean on each other so much at this time, we fought through so much adversity throughout the season and we kept the main thing, the main thing and we came out on top. i can't express how proud i am of my teammates, they picked me up when i was down. we cried together, we prayed together and now we poppin' champagne together!

[aceofwhump]

The Mentalist 5x08

[whumpshaped]

prompt list

tw self inflicted harm, implied captivity

They got out. They got out! Whumpee could sense the treacherous feeling of joy bubbling up inside of them, something they'd grown to fear more than pain. The anxiety kept it at bay for now, but as their teammates, their friends, their family kept celebrating, they couldn't have been sure it wouldn't turn into a bloody disaster.

They couldn't be happy. They couldn't. They didn't want to turn into the monster Whumper had described when casting the curse.

They pulled their knife without thinking, planting a hand against the wooden wall and swiftly putting the blade through it with an agonised shriek. The celebration stopped. Heads turned toward Whumpee, concerned voices muffled by their own heavy breathing.

"What are you doing?" Caretaker grabbed them gently by the shoulders before deciding to put a hand on their wrist instead to stabilise it. "Whumpee? What's going on?"

"I can't- can't be happy," they rasped. "I can't, I can't, you don't understand, Whumper, they- they cursed me-"

A mix of pity and empathy crossed Caretaker's face at the words. "Whumpee-"

"You don't understand!" They tried to yank on their hand to make the pain worse, to make sure that not an ounce of happiness could accidentally worm its way inside them, but Caretaker held them steadily. "Please! I'm going to kill all of you! I'm going to turn into a monster!"

"Listen to me," they said sternly, making Whumpee's mouth snap shut. They were so terrified, why wouldn't Caretaker listen to them? "I've been cursed too."

Whumpee felt themself getting dizzy. Not Caretaker. Anyone but Caretaker. Why them? Why couldn't Whumper leave them alone?

"But the thing is, the curse never took effect," they continued, softer now. "I've been cursed to kill by simply talking. I haven't said a word for weeks upon weeks. Then I cried out on instinct, and nothing happened. And nothing's happening now. Whumper wasn't a true hexer."

Whumpee's knees buckled, and Caretaker barely managed to catch them. They pulled out the knife with one hand and threw it on the ground, cradling Whumpee in both arms now. "I... I wasn't... I wasn't c-cursed..?"

"You weren't. You're not. You're okay, Whumpee."

~

@ashh-ed @whumpsday @whump-queen @dustbunnywhump

[thestalkerbunny]

Goretober 2023

Day 5: SELF INFLICTED

This is always a tricky Goretober because it's relatively sensitive to a lot of people; so rather than subject one of my beloved ocs, I did Fanart to shout out one of my favorite weird Mangas-A Classroom Bereft of Angels.

You ever wanna see a classroom full of neon haired school girls go absolutely LORD OF THE FLIES on each other? This is for you. A class descends into Chaos after the suicide of Class Angel Aname when it's proposed it wasn't a suicide-but a possible MURDER. The Art is fun to look at, a unique strong style and it's not afraid to indulge in the gore.

[quandaryqueen]

Bit of an angst prompt, BTAS Scarecrow with an S/O who claws/scratches himself, sometimes to the point where he bleeds during really intense fits of anger (which don’t happen often). How does John take it when his S/O comes home from work with his neck and face covered in said scratches? (By then the S/O has calmed down, but feels bad that John has to see him like that)

I totally understand if this ask makes you uncomfortable, feel free to delete it if it does

Bad habit

BTAS Jonathan Crane X Male Reader

Hi, it doesn't make me uncomfortable at all, it actually hits close to home except it's more on my legs than my neck and face when I'm uncomfortable or anxious.

🧡 The first time he'd see you with those injuries initially thought someone had inflicted those upon you and almost immediately had the urge to know who did this to you... But then he saw the angle of these scratches and to confirm his suspicions, he asked to see your hand, only to see dried blood under your nails.

Jonathan simply softens with a sigh and asks why you'd do that to yourself. Regardless of you'd tell him or not, he is giving you a soft, but firm lecture about healthy ways of letting your anger out. If you ever had the need to vent, he is an ear to be attentive and willing to give a hand if you need to.

🧡 He patches up, dutifully applying anti-septics and creams, and bandaging you up.

Now that he knows of your bad habits, with his psychology background he knows how to assess you from your situation. Other than that, he also has a few solutions to tend to at least neutralise your bad habits. One of them would be trimming your nails and filing them to dull out the edges.

At least by keeping your nails shortened, there would be less damage on your skin but sometimes one could still irritate the skin even if your nails are short.

🧡 Completely getting rid of a habit is difficult, he knows that well, but at the end of it, you'll be the only one who will be able to help yourself is you. but he'll be there in every step of the way.

[rainecloud020604]

Posting this late as hell as I've been busy, day 5 self-inflicted

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[pwderedsugar]

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[byanyan]

thinkin 'bout byan eventually getting tattoos to cover their self harm scars...