#no.11

[celtic-crossbow]

Whumptober 2023

No. 11 Animal trap | No. 19 “I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Prison Era

Warnings: Injury (mild descriptions)

gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

“Watch yer step, I said. Traps ev’rywhere, I said.” Daryl continued to mutter in annoyance under his breath as you reached out to push the thin branches out of the way. Your eyes might be permanently rolled by the time the two of you made it back to the prison. 

“I didn’t do it on purpose, Daryl!” And you hadn’t. The trap was covered in leaves and sticks, not easily visible especially while you were skirting around another trap you had managed to spot. 

When it had snapped shut on your ankle, you could only remember the white hot agony that had taken control of your psyche. After that was a blur. Glimpses of Daryl’s panicked face, his mouth moving with urgency but no sound registering. The trap hitting a tree with enough force to shave off a large patch of bark. Upside down walkers reaching for you with their decaying hands. 

You woke up in Daryl’s arms, pressed tightly against his chest in a bridal carry, with him muttering curses and off handed comments about women never listening. Your leg throbbed. Not just your ankle but the entire limb felt swollen and heavy, tendrils of pain with every pulse of your heart. 

“I know ya didn’ do it on purpose!” He snapped, his hold tightening so he could jump across a small ditch. Even in his exasperation, he did his best to avoid jostling you or causing you any further discomfort. 

“Then why are you mad at me?” You shot back, quickly losing your patience. 

“I ain’t mad!” 

“Could’ve fooled me.” You mumbled, earning a growl that vibrated against you. 

“Shut it!” 

“So not mad. This is your happy face, right?” You were poking the bear. You knew that, but sometimes that man could be insufferable! 

“If ya’d jus’ listen fer five goddamn seconds!”

“I was listening!”

“Then why m’I haulin’ yer lame ass through the woods?” 

“I didn’t ask to be carried!” 

“Was I jus’ s’posed ta leave ya there fer them walkers then?” 

Your hands went to your hair, fingers tangling in the tresses like you were about to start ripping out chunks. “Put me down!” You shouted, past the point of caring whether or not your outburst would attract walkers. 

“Stop.”

“Daryl Dixon, put me down!” You gave him a moment to comply before you started throwing yourself around in his hold, nearly knocking him off balance. He lost his grip under your knees, but you were lucky enough to catch your weight on the uninjured foot, gathering your bearings before shoving away from him. “I’ll get myself back.”

“Y/N.” The archer stood back and watched you struggle, one hand instinctively reaching out each time you stumbled. “C’mon, Y/N, don’ be stupid.”

“No!” You pointed a finger at him, finding a twisted satisfaction in seeing him take a step back. “Stupid would be staying here with you while you belittle me for something that was clearly an accident!” A tree helped you remain upright while you looked through the available limbs on the ground. Grabbing one that appeared long and sturdy enough to hold you, you leaned in it. It didn’t allow you to take nearly enough weight off your throbbing ankle but you’d make do. “No, Daryl, I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”

“Y/N, le’s jus’ go.”

“Go ahead. Don’t let me stand in your way.” With your trusty walking stick, you began the long trek back to the prison— and made it two agonizing steps before the stick snapped and you were flat on your face in a pile of dirty leaves and twigs. “Fuck!” Your anger ebbed away, morphing into pain and helplessness that left fat tears descending from your eyes. 

You could hear the leaves crunching under the archer’s boots as he approached, meaning he wanted you to know he was near. The man could move like a ghost when he wanted. You wiped your eyes and he was kneeling in front of you when you opened them. 

“Go away.” You sniffled. 

“Y’alrigh’?” He began plucking leaves and twigs from your disheveled hair, ending with his knuckles tracing down your jaw. 

“It hurts. Bad.” You sounded like a child but were beyond caring. You just wanted to get back to your cell, crawl onto your thin mattress, and hide under your itchy blanket until the world ended again. 

“I know it does.” Daryl checked the surroundings quickly before focusing on you once again. “M’sorry. I was bein’ a dick.”

You nodded. “You were.”

“Y’ain’t stupid neither. Stubborn as a mule but not stupid.” One corner of his mouth twitched up. “Ya let me carry ya now?”

“Promise you won’t bitch the entire way back?”

“Promise not ta bitch the entire way. Jus’ most of it.” 

You chuckled and shook your head, reaching for his hand. The archer pulled you upright and swept his arm beneath your knees to lift you to his chest. You allowed your head to rest against his shoulder, smiling to yourself. 

“Daryl?”

“Hmm?”

“How can I be stubborn as a mule when you’re the only jackass for miles?”

“Tha’s it, yer walkin’ back.”

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[omgiamwish]

Whumptober 2023 Day 11 - "No one will find you."

...

"Are you sure about that?"

#whumptober2023 #no.11 #no one will find you #rottmnt #art #blood #injury #tmnt #tmnt 2018 #leonardo #fan art #artists on tumblr

[69hertz]

Day 11 // inktober: Wander // whumptober: "All the things going dark and my hope's destroyed" // whumptober: "No one will find you"

Billy is alive and fighting in the Upside down. Season 4? I don't know her.

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[how-much-for-a-whump]

WHUMPTOBER day 11:

Prompt: "Captivity"

Medcezir 34. Bölüm

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[losthavenmine]

Whumptober 2023 Day 11 || Captivity

Les Misérables (2012)

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[limeskye]

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[jasmines-library]

Blood Bag

WHUMTOBER DAY 11 - prompt: captivity.

Fandom: Supernatural.

Summary: you are captured by a group of vamps whilst on a hunt. They take their time trying to kill you, draining you of your blood in an old warehouse. For the Winchesters, it’s a race against time to reach you before something fatal happens.

Warnings: Captivity, blood, blood draining, vampires, near death experience, pain, gore.

Word count: 1.5k

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The door was bolted shut. Three golden padlocks sat on fat silver chains that lay across the door, strung across the frame like bunting. You stared at it from where you sat with matching locks confining you to a chair in the middle of the room like some sick form of friendship bracelet. There was no light entering the room besides the slither that managed to squeeze out from under the door and from the square window made of frosted glass on the metal door. It was what allowed you to see the glint of the metal on the door. Consisting of only thick, concrete walls ridden with rot, the room was barely 8 x 8, but with no windows you felt as though the room around you never ended.

The gag was thick in your mouth. It tasted of oil laced chemicals and dried blood. You tried to spit it out but it was tied together firmly, much like your hands and your ankles. Whoever had you was experienced and you were truly and utterly trapped.

You weren’t quite sure how it happened. One second you were on a supply run, grabbing food to bring back to the Winchesters who were cooped up in the motel, and the next there was a heavy blow to your head and you woke up here, tied helplessly to piece of furniture in the middle of who knows where unknowing of what time it was or how long you had been missing.

The locks on the chains rattled before landing in a heap on the floor and the door flung open to reveal a pale looking woman with blond hair that cascaded over her right shoulder. Something about her face was forbidding.

The blond eyed you greedily, stepping towards you. Her heels echoed in the silence of the concrete cell as she leaned in close, trailing her long nails along your jaw. You tried to pull away but weren’t very successful.

“Isn’t this a nice surprise?” She mocked. “The Winchester’s little bitch. I had to say when we saw you all alone it was far too tempting. Far too easy.”

She laughed an evil laugh as you tried to speak, only for your words to be muffled by the foul tasting gag. She reached around you and untied it. You spat it from your mouth.

“You’re a dead woman.”

She hummed, baring her teeth. They were needle-like and protruded like a thousand knives from her jaw. Vampire. “No, honey. But you will be. See, when we heard there were hunters in the area we were on high alert. We began to stock up. When you killed one of our own… well. That changed things, didn’t it? But now, oh now the tables have turned.”

She moved, stalking around the chair. Gripping your hair, she yanked your head back sharply, tilting it to the side. She pressed her face into the side of your neck breathing in the scent of your blood beneath your skin. You could feel her breath on your neck as she murmured. “We are going to have so much fun together.”

It was then that she sank her teeth into your neck. You howled, consumed by a relentless, excruciating agony. You squirmed in her grip struggling to press away, but she only sunk her teeth in deeper, eliciting another painful response. You thought you were going to black out as the blond kept draining you of your blood, almost drunk on the taste. But then, she slipped her fangs out from your skin, agonisingly slowly. When she dropped her hold on your head, it lolled against your chest. She wiped away the blood that smeared across her lips like chapstick and looked at you again with that sick smile.

“Oh, Yes.” She beamed. “They’re going to have to have so much fun with you.”

“Go fuck yourself.” You spat at her, craning your head to narrow your eyes and snarl at her.

Once again, she just laughed and moved towards the door.

“Remember to scream all you want, No one will find you here.”

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You weren’t sure how long it had been since the first woman left. Your head throbbed and your neck was sticky with your own blood. Your whole body felt weak; like someone had turned down a dial on your body to dull all of your senses. It hurt to keep your eyes open despite the darkness of the room. They felt so heavy that the idea of lifting weights seemed easier than trying to force them open.

Once the woman had left, two more vampires crept into the room. One a short man who wore a green hoodie around his waist, the other an older woman with a pinched face. You had tried to fight against them, but with your already weakened body and with the chains keeping you frozen solid, you stood no chance. And so you were subjected again to the bitter pain on their fangs as they sliced into your neck. By the time they were done and had left your neck in a bloody pulp. you had succumbed to the numbness of unconsciousness.

Unsure how you managed to drag yourself from beneath the bliss of nothingness, your eyes forced themselves open. Your neck burned as you surveyed the claustrophobic room. The chains on the door had been chucked in a pool on the floor, though the door was still sealed shut. It was almost as though they had been removed in a hurry.

A round of gunshots drew your attention to what was happening outside in the hallway. There was a loud raucous accompanied by the howling of the bloodthirsty vamps. You weren’t sure how many there were in the pack to begin with, but from the rumble on the other side of the door, you were sure they were beginning to drop like flies.

“Sam! Dea-“ your hoarse cries were cut off by a heavy hand around your mouth. The clanking of your binds stilled as you froze.

“Quiet.” He barked in a hushed tone. The figure moved to untie the chains around you. Given normal circumstances, you would have taken this as a chance to grasp the guy and gut him, but your body refused to move as your vision doubled.

He hauled you to your feet, wrapping his arm around your neck to not only support your dead weight, but to use you almost like a human shield. There was a harsh banging on the door which ceased almost as suddenly as it had started when the door came flying open. In its frame, you managed to make out the lumbering frames of the Winchester brothers equipped with machetes. Sam paled at the sight of you, kicking himself for not being able to reach you sooner, for letting you go out alone.

When they took a step forwards the grip around you tightened. The man behind you stiffened. That was when you realised he had a knife pressed to your neck.

“Ah ah.” He chided. “Not another step.”

The two brothers stopped abruptly. Dean kept his eyes fixated on the vampire before him, narrowing them to try and hide the worry within them.

“Get away from her.”

The vamp tutted. “No. I think I quite like it here.”

“We killed your nest. Not her. This is between you and us.” Sam told him.

“Hmm. I suppose.” He removed the knife from the front of you neck momentarily, but then tilted your head once again, revealing the mess of bloody flesh beneath it which caused Sam to stifle a gasp, before running the point of the blade down the side of your neck. “But I like this much more.”

You whined at the pinch on your skin, but your body had gone numb. You hated being in this position. Compromised.

“You know what I’m gonna do once I kill too and get out of here?” He hummed, trailing his finger down your open wound, collecting the blood on his finger and licking the crimson from the digit. “I’m going to keep your little friend as my own personal blood bag, drain her nice and slow so that she feels her life slipping away from her. Hunter blood on tap. What else could anyone ask for? And then, when she’s on the brink of death…I’ll turn her.”

“No!” Dean charged suddenly, catching the vamp off guard.

He stumbled backwards, his grip faltering. Without another supporting your body weight, you dropped to the floor with a sickening thud. You were barely aware of the toppling of the vamps head as your eyes dropped closed.

“Y/N?” Dean shook your shoulders firmly. He was kneeling over your limp body. “Y/N?”

You whimpered quietly.

“Open your eyes sweetheart.” Dean begged. “Please.”

He had begun to sound so far away as you drifted in and out. His voice began to morph with Sam’s as you lost sense of everything. His words began to sound like a blur of noise, until eventually, you drifted far enough away that you stopped hearing them at all.

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<- DAY TEN ⛤ DAY TWELVE ->

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@deans-spinster-witch

@amaryllis23

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[cyberwhumper]

The freezing water hitting fevered skin feels excruciating. He screams, tries his best to protect his body from the cold but with his wrists zip-tied together there is only so much that could possibly be done. His body is completely soaked, and the shivers set in fast.

Baxter shows no interest in letting go of the hose.

The excuse is always the same. We gotta keep that wound clean so you don't die on me. Bullshit. That sadistic smile plastered on his face says otherwise, he enjoys every second of tormenting his captive he can get. Pointing the stream straight into the broken ankle gets another set of agonizing screams out of Whiskey, blood and grime easily washed away down the drain until it was possible to see where the bolt went straight through bruised skin into the shattered bones beneath.

How many days has it been at this point? Time is a confusing mess and the only thing that remains constant is the daily hose-down with freezing water. Even the beatings seem to be completely random. He stopped counting at three, when the infection started to set in and staying awake was becoming progressively more difficult.

Baxter will eventually get bored. He'll leave, and the cold is all that will remain. Seeping whatever was left of his strength, making it so the next beating might as well be the last. He shudders at the thought. If he stays captive for who knows how long now, it wouldn't be a matter of whether they'd kill him or not, but when.

Baxter will eventually get bored.

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[abneyart]

Whumptober Day 11: "Animal Trap"

aka the perils of Wild Shape

Ros is trying to be funny to disperse the tension--Gale is way too worried to entertain that

A sketch I thought was gonna remain a sketch, but I ended up finishing over on patreon

#abneyart #fanart #Gale Dekarios #bg3 #Gale x Tav #Rosamund #whumptober 2023 #no.11

[whumpsday]

K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #11

Chronological masterlist / Writing order masterlist

content: death wish / suicidal ideation, vampire whumpee, captivity, bear trap, broken bones, burns

@whumptober Day 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.” / Animal trap / Captivity / “No one will find you.”

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The muscle in Kane’s leg spasmed as if crying out, crushed between shattered bone and hard metal. He whined in pain and tried to curl in on on himself, but any movement just made it worse.

With a sharp gasp, he abandoned the effort, lying limp on the floor of his cell, the bear trap snapped snugly around his leg. The silver, melted and slathered haphazardly over the trap’s jaws, pressed into his skin with enormous force as it desperately tried to close together, frustrated with Kane’s leg in the way.

It was always so much worse when it pressed in, and now it did it from both sides. A touch against silver was bad enough, but the way it pinched his skin between the jaws to sear into it, a white-hot flame that would never die, was unbearable. The pressure was greater than when hunters would push or pull him into the cell’s bars, and unlike a human, the trap was uninclined to ever let go.

But the hunters had left him like this, and he had no hope of removing himself from the trap until they returned. Kane whined again, louder this time, and pressed his face into the cool concrete floor, as if it could somehow cancel out the hellish burning.

“Help,” he gasped. A habit he’d been making less and less use of. He’d well lost track of how long it had been by this point, but it was obvious no one was coming to save him– and even more obvious that he was helpless to save himself.

There was only one way out, and that was death. And even that had been cruelly dangled out of his reach.

As long as his captivity felt, Kane knew that in reality, it was laughably short. Surely only a few years. He was young enough for a vampire, only barely past one-hundred. While a human his age would be on death’s door if they hadn’t already met it, and a human equivalent to him in physicality– thirty or so– would only live for sixty-odd more, he had more than a thousand years stretching beyond him, if he couldn’t earn a staking before then.

Even that hope was diminished, knowing the hunters had too much fun making him their plaything to let him meet death so easily. Perhaps in a century, when all his current tormenters would be dead and cycled out for new ones, the next generation of humans would have a change of heart.

It was little comfort to him now, the peace of death a distant dream. A shard of bone shifted in his leg and the trap cinched tighter, wringing a wail from his hoarse throat.

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[aprocessionofthoughts]

Trapped

whumptober2023 day 11- captivity/no one will find you fandom- Danny phantom x batman TW- mind control, electrocution, manipulation, bad vibes summary- Danny has been under the cultist's control for a month and he's not doing so good.

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Danny resurfaced in the middle of a binding spell lined with blood blossoms. The same place he’d come to after every mission the cultist had sent him on this past month. At least he thought it had been a month.

Danny’s legs crumpled and he laid on the ground, a combination of exhaustion and the blood blossoms, keeping him from getting back up.

He’d tried to escape the first few times. In his human form the blood blossoms just made him feel sick and dizzy. But as soon as he’d approach the circle’s edge he’d been dragged back into the Red.

The first three times that was everything that had happened.

But when he tried for a fourth time, he discovered some more precautions had been taken.

He was five steps away from the edge of the circle, which was about fifteen steps across, when an electric shock lit up his whole body and he collapsed screaming. It didn’t stop till he’d managed to drag himself back towards the center of the circle.

That had been about a week ago, and after that, he stayed huddled in the center whenever he was brought back.

He heard a dry chuckle and didn’t need to look to know it came from the cultist who had captured him.

“I’m glad you’ve given up trying to escape. You’re mine now.” 

Danny could hear the cultist walking around the circle, examining him. “I still find it curious how much like a human you look. In the diagrams ghosts appear like a different species. Perhaps,” he mused, “it has to do with your power level. You only have basic abilities so perhaps a more powerful ghost would look more monstrous. What do you think?”

Danny said nothing.

“I said,” he ground out, “what do you think?” 

An eclectic shock ripped through Danny and he screamed as his body convulsed. Images of the building they were in flickering with the memory of the portal.

Finally, it stopped though his body still trembled with the aftershocks.

“Now, answer my question.”

“I– I don’t–” Danny couldn’t stop shaking, “I don’t know.”

Hmm... It looks like you can be taught. I wonder what else you’d do to avoid getting shocked?” 

Danny trembled.

“Or are you still expecting to be rescued by the League who you fooled into believing you were human? Because I can promise you, no one will find you here. And when you’re under my control all you’ll be able to do is kill them.”

Danny could see him now, standing just outside of the circle.

The cultist sighed. “I supposed you’d like to be fed now? Of course I had to end up with the only ghost weak enough to need food.” he scowled.

Danny fought to keep his tears from falling. He was starving. And he wasn’t… He wasn’t weak. But if he was stronger he wouldn’t have capture. He would have escaped by now. Maybe he was weak. 

“Well?”

Danny flinched.

“Please…” he whispered.

The cultist’s scowl deepened and he raised a hand.

Danny jolted, “Please… Master.” Danny closed his eyes, “Please, I’m hungry.”

Danny didn’t have to see the man to know he was smirking as he said, “Better. It looks like even animals can be taught.”

Danny winced as what he thought was an apple hit him in the side.

He opened his eyes to grab it, but saw it had rolled close to the edge of the circle, in shocking range.

Danny stared at it then looked up at the man who just raised an eyebrow.

“If you’re hungry enough, you’ll go get it.” Then the man turned and walked away, turning the lights off and plunging Danny into darkness.

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[whumpypepsigal]

Whumptober 2023 | No. 11

“All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.”

Titans s01e07: “Robin was the answer. Robin was going to fix everything. But you ruined it!”

@whumptober @whumptober-archive

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[omgiamwish]

Whumptober 2022 Day 11 - Makeshift Splint

#whumptober2022 #no.11 #makeshift splint #rottmnt #art #injury #tmnt #tmnt 2018 #leonardo #fan art #artists on tumblr

[whumpetywhump]

Whumptober Day 11 - Captivity

Itaewon Class - Ep. 15

Midnight Museum - Ep. 9

Penthouse: War In Life - Ep. 21

PTU: Police Tactical Unit - Ep. 19

Sketch - Ep. 10

#whumptober 2023 #no.11 #captivity #itaewon class #midnight museum #penthouse war in life #ptu police tactical unit #sketch #whump #asian whump #kwhump #thai whump #cwhump #gifs

[whumpneto]

Whumptober 2023 - No. 11: Alt Prompt #1 - Betrayal

Milo Ventimiglia as Ethan Tell in Tell (2014)

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[chiefdirector]

“911, WHAT’S YOUR EMERGENCY?” | Evan Buckley | 9-1-1 | Whumptober 2022

Day Eleven: self-done first aid

Every first responder had gone through first aid training. They were the ones who knew how to deal with almost every emergency that they could be presented with in their lifetimes. From hurricanes to terror attacks. First responders are the ones trusted with saving lives.

First aid was about following the basics until the doctors and nurses could take over. The ones trained to fix the human body, not to maintain it. First aid was there to make you survive short term; it wasn’t there to keep you going forever.

But the most essential thing about first aid, is that it never turns out right when it’s done on yourself. Shortcuts and liabilities are taken. Survival rate goes down. Bleed outs happen more often. Steps are forgotten.

Looking in the medicine cabinet mirror, (Y/N) hissed as she swiped the alcohol wipe across the split in her lip. She would need stitches; not many, two maybe three. But she needed them.

“That looks like it hurts.”

Turning round, she saw Buck leaning in the doorway, his expression unreadable. She tuned her back to him once more, continuing to wipe away the blood and disinfect her face.

“Here, let me.” He moved to place his hand on her shoulder. Once (Y/N) stopped moving, he took the rubbing alcohol and cotton pads from her and finished cleaning the blood away. “You don’t have to talk about it.”

(Y/N) cast her eyes away from his deep gaze. Buck already knew what had happened. She got cocky on the job and paid the price. “There’s nothing to say.”

Placing the cotton down, he reached for the suture kit. “There’s everything to say. Tilt your head up slightly.”

The first pierce of the needle was the worst. The others then seemed to blur into each other. (Y/N) was glad that she couldn’t move her lip whilst he was so close. It gave her reason not to talk.

Soon enough, the needle clattered down into the sink basin. (Y/N) turned towards the mirror once more, looking down at the stitches. They were neater than what she could’ve done, probably wouldn’t even leave a scar.

“Thank you.” She whispered, meeting his gaze once more in the mirror.

“You’re welcome.”

She wanted to speak more but the words were caught in her throat. She had the words but didn’t know how to say them.

“I know.” He sighed and turned to leave the bathroom. “I love you too.”

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