#wound fucker

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The dog days are over.

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[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

Short Prompt #1291

CW: wounds, near-death experience.

The halfling collapsed against the old brick wall, heaving for breath. The gash in their shoulder burned with every inhale, flecks of silver still stubbornly clinging to their flesh. With a stifled sob, they pressed a hand to the wound, trying to slow its bleeding.

Their mind raged with a storm of emotions. They had been lied to - betrayed. The half-vampire had truly thought they had found a safe space; they had been so certain that these people wouldn't judge them for their blood-craving side.

But, no.

They were still just a monster, just a dangerous thing that needed to be slain. Why? Why couldn't anyone give them a chance? Why couldn't they find a home--?

"Need some help, pup?"

The halfling jumped at the sudden voice and pressed themself against the wall. Their eyes frantically scanned their surroundings but failed to find the stranger. In response, a chirp sounded above them, finally landing their gaze on the other.

Bright crimson eyes stared at the halfling from the roof of a neighboring building, making them let out a frightened squeak. The vampire above them chuckled and stretched their massive wings. "So? Want some help or not?"

"I-I..." the halfling stammered, unsure of how to proceed. However, when the shouting of angry humans slowly grew closer, they caved. "Y-Yes, please!"

[lycanlovebites]

I’m having normal thoughts about boys right now ok (I have a deep visceral need to hunt someone through the forest, nothing but the sound of him gasping and breaking through the brush with his heartbeat thrumming like an animal of its own in his chest and in my ears, my paws beating against the earth as I race after him, teeth clicking and practically foaming at the mouth at his scent. Just him and me in the dead of night. And when I finally catch him I pin him to the ground and fuck his brains out under the full moon <3 )

I can be left alone with a pretty guy in the middle of the night under a full moon. Yeah just leave him by the forest :) no yeah don’t worry abt it haha yeah I’m just gonna go out for a run :) it will be good for me and also him. Enrichment :) being hunted by a big werewolf counts as a couples exercise right

[legend-had-it]

nami and zoro instantly clock eachother as gay when they meet in Orange Town and it takes luffy about a week to remember that romance and attraction exists then Also instantly clocks them

[raikirikiri]

how madara texts obito in the cave.

well. ninja texting. scroll sending? carrier pigeon? either way this is how i envision old ass hobbling madara to communicate with traumatized, brooding obito.

i also believe obito would’ve been silent the whole time and madara is just old as fuck so obito placates him by apologizing.

does the ninja world have hot dogs? (i feel like sakura would LOVE hot dogs. guilty pleasure food at least.) obito hates hot dogs but it’s all madara can gum down these days…

[panboiiibish]

Theres blood...

Blood?

Why??

Fuck...

what did I do?!

What happened why am I covered in blood?!

I dont even recognize my reflection, it's so covered in red that only wide terror filled eyes come through.

Why am I covered in blood?

Oh gods...

It hurts.

Why?

Fuck my stomach feels like its filled to the brim...

Toilet.

Rushing to the toilet the brunning volcano thankfully doesn't erupt through my lips onto the floor. It plops into the shit water with a heavy sound as tears cascade down my face.

Fuck it hurts, why is there so much?!

It's just more blood. It fills the toilet bowl as the seat is covered in my bloody hand prints.

Fuucckkk....

WHAT DID I DO?!

Whimpers escape my lips as I raise on trembling legs. A pain shoots through my body worse then just a normal ache or cramp. It starts in many places. My stomach is the worst, but as I shift my weight to take a step away from the bloodied mess iv made I stumble and bite back a whine from a shot of white static running up my heel.

It's bad.

This is bad.

I feel like I've survived a car wreck only to be stranded without medical help.

What happened?

Why cant I remember things?

FUCK!

My foot really hurts but I wasn't expecting to have another pang of pain when I grabbed onto the door handle for stability.

Shit my hand.

It looks so bad..

Theres blood everywhere but I can at least see the palm of my hand looks torn through. Like with a dull knife.

Why would I know what a dull knife wound looks like?

I wobble through the bathroom door while contemplating my missing memory. Pinprick eyes darting around to find if there are any others in this seemingly empty building. A groan leaving my chapped lips as another pang of pain comes from my stomach. My, for now, good hand reaches down and presses onto the point of pain. And I'm greeted with a hiss from my own lips. Bullet wound, I've been shot... and from the pain weaving through to my back it thankfully was a through and through.

Why do I know this?

Who am I?

Shuffling down the corridor my bloodied hand leaves a trail on the pristine white wall in a sad attempt to keep myself steady. It was hard with every step shooting more pain through my calf and any tension made bile rise back through my esophagus.

Tears pricked my waterline once more but I tried to hold them back. It didnt feel right crying right now. Nothing feels right.

Why is this happening...

Were am i..?

This place looks so desolate. With every shift of my feet dust is kicked up and covered the legs of my... My camo pants?

Why am I wearing camo?

A string of groans and grunts have from my lips as my wounds only burn more. The exertion of my already battered body only making the blood loss worse. Along with the racing of my broken mind. Nothing makes sense and the pure silance only sends a deep chill down my spine.

Its early morning depending on the bright golden lighting filling in from distant windows. But I don't really have the mind to look out at the world. Instead i keep on shuffling. Trying to keep my whimpers and groans at a quiet as i still dont understand what is happening.

Please.....

What did I do?

Why is this happening..?

Did I kill someone?

My mind is battling against a hazy fog covering any kind of memories I could try and think of. While static black starts to fade into the corners of my eyes going unnoticed from the mix of emotions piling in my mind.

I don't know how I got here.

Or what I'm doing.

Why am I wounded?

And...

Who am I?

Hii! Its Pan! This is very different from my normal writing but it's an idea iv had for an while. Just wanted something dark and gritty after all the light and fluffy stuff I write. It is in my bio that I do dark work. X3 Welp give me your thoughts on this one! Might make this into an x reader if its liked, or it might go into the lore of one of my ocs. Maybe both XD Anyways have a nice night!

[gummysharksafterdark]

Monster accidentally being too rough with its lover and the parallels to Apollo and Hyacinthus in this essay I will-

[the-good-luck-anomaly]

WOUND UNDER THE CUT. CW FOR WOUND

[bouncybennyyrabbit]

Want a vampire to cut me open and shove their tongue in the wound to taste my blood, no biting just cutting and drinking from the wound because he likes how much more I cry and I told him he could drink my blood whenever he wanted but didn't specify how he could get it so he's not even doing anything wrong.

Want him to fuck my ass with the blade of his favorite dagger so he can eat me out like I'm on my period.

Cut my inner thigh instead of bite, suck on the would, tongue it like he's eating me out but he's just draining me and I'm bleeding out and he can't stop himself from making more and more cuts and stabs because I bleed more that way and he's intoxicated by the smell and taste of my blood and can't just pick one spot for me to bleed from.

Drain me by stabbing and cutting me instead of by biting me and sucking me dry, drain me and don't even drink all my blood, waste some of it because he can't can't can't stop making more wounds.

Or maybe he's not even a vampire and he's just a sadist obsessed with my blood and cutting me. Either is good. Really just. Anybody somebody I don't have the nerve to cut myself you can do it for me hhhhh.

[dreamlogic]

one cool thing about having my reproductive system (which was horrible to begin with) haunt me from beyond the grave, is i've been using xenomorph chestbursters as a metaphor for uterine-based Horrors pretty much since i started menstruating, and that comparison has remained true even years after i had the damn thing removed and put in a jar on my curio shelf.

so to honor my ongoing phyric victory over the wretched vile flesh, i've decided to get a sexy alien tattoo over my hip!

[navy-leader]

Startign to think theres a thing with me and J names....

[answrs]

anyway since this apparently needs to be said again, anyone insisting it is immoral to vote in any election, especially not the US Presidential election this year, is getting immediately reported and blocked for election interference on-sight.

get the absolute fuck off my blog if you think "actively campaigning on dictatorship and having me and anyone like me raped and then murdered the moment he's installed" and "not liberal enough but can be pressured into it" are "def the same!!!1!!"

[ghcstpyre]

Yes I would fall in love with you if you were a ghost. 💚

you a real one, forever and always 💚💖💚💖💚💖💚💖💚

[vaciena]

Obviously his therapy isn’t enough if he’s still trying to make me feel insane for. telling him he was wrong to keep trying to make me do something that he knows is physically impossible for me?

[rivilu]

see i'm not even opposed to the concept of canon/trickster Ellu surviving but the thing is in order for it to happen there would need to be a second vulnerable conversation regarding his side of things. where he couldn't lie his way out of it either. So basically he's fucked

[angatag2]

Okay so I had the thought of there being different ~flavors~ of Werehound Wilson due to there being different ~flavors~ of hound so take these fucking buppys