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serickswrites · 11 months

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I Think I’m Going to be Sick

Warnings: knife, stab wound, stabbing, blood, wounds, bleeding out, unconsciousness, unclear character status, caretaker and whumpee

“Th-Think gonna b-b-b-e sick-ck-ck-ck,” Whumpee mumbled as they weakly tried to stem the blood pouring from their gut.

“It’s ok, Whumpee. Just hold on,” Caretaker murmured as they tried not to panic. Whumper had lured them both out to the middle of nowhere, stabbed Whumpee, and stolen Caretaker’s vehicle leaving Caretaker and Whumpee stranded.

“‘lding,” Whumpee whispered as they blinked hard. “H-H-Hurts,” they winced as Caretaker pressed harder on the wound.

“I know. I know. But we have to keep pressure on the wound.” Caretaker had called Teammate One for help. Teammate One was on the way. But they were so far away. “You gotta keep your eyes on me, Whumpee. Help is on the way.”

“C-C-Cold,” Whumpee’s voice was barely audible, their eyes becoming unfocused and glassy.

The hot summer night around them had Caretaker sweating. It was anything but cold. “Just hold on, Whumpee. I need you to stay with me.” Caretaker had made a mistake. And that mistake had cost Whumpee dearly. “Please,” Caretaker murmured, pressing harder on the wound as Whumpee’s eyes began to droop closed. “I need you, Whumpee. You have to stay. Help is on the way.”

Whumpee’s breath went out in a sigh as they lost their battle against unconsciousness. “Whumpee?” Caretaker tapped Whumpee’s cheek.

But Whumpee didn’t reply. Their skin was cold and clammy to the touch, their breaths shallow and irregular. “Come back to me, Whumpee. Please, you’ve got to come back to me.”

Caretaker pressed harder on Whumpee’s wound, desperate to keep any blood in Whumpee. They couldn’t lose Whumpee. Couldn’t let Whumper take Whumpee from them. Couldn’t be the reason why Whumpee was no longer alive. “I need you, Whumpee. You’re all I have. Please, come back,” Caretaker sobbed at the last no longer able to hold in their tears and fear.

Fear that Whumper would come back. Fear that Teammate One would be too late. And most of all, fear that Whumpee would die in their arms before help could arrive.

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whumpookies · 1 year

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AMOW Winter Whumperland 2022

A Christmas story day 7..

Prompt: Bleeding out @amonthofwhump

Series: Gülperi bölüm 29.

#amow winter whumperland 2022 #amow #day 7 #prompt: bleeding out #whump #whump cookies #stabbed #gülperi #bölüm

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ghostbsuter · 5 months

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He's hiding, the half collapsed pillar in an abandoned office building, halfway ruined and completely left to collapse in metropolis.

His core is pulsing, air freezing and eyes not focused.

Metropolis is big and bright.

There is no way they could get him here, not with kryptonian heroes at its beck and call. Danny saw Supergirl save the day, the big blue at her tail, saving civilians.

Danny followed the official daily planet channel and reads along every line Lois Lane and her husband, Clark Kent, write each time, making people aware of problems, and most importantly exposing people.

The rich and corrupted.

So yes, is it frightening? Anxiety filling? Putting trust into complete strangers in hopes they'd uncover the Guys in White if they appear in the city?

Yes, yes it is.

He hopes Jon, the boy he has been helping with homework in a cafe, won't miss him too much in case it does happen.

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mkayswritings · 2 years

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Prompt 24 from @badthingshappenbingo has been posted! I hope you enjoy be loved in house fans, this fandom needs more love. One more prompt left before my card will officially be complete and I can remove it from my WIP list.

#mkayswritings #bad things happen bingo #prompt: bleeding out #shi lei #jin yu zhen #jin yu zhen x shi lei #be loved in house: i do #be loved in house #be loved in house: i do fanfic #tw: injury #tw: blood #tw: stalking #tw: panic attacks #tw: fainting #tw: unconscious #tw: hospitalization #tw: hospital

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kikker-oma · 7 months

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And so it begins😈

#woot woot!!#im so excited to start whumptober!#i csnt wait to get out all the prompts #i hope you all like them❤️#heres to poor Hyrule and a very stressed out Wars #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu fanart #lutober #whumptober #whumptober 2023 #lu warriors #lu hyrule #looking at this again and i think its funny how i made Wars worried about the wrong thing #hes like “oH No #caN yOu SeE mE??“#vs stopping the bleeding head/face wound lol #but oh well haha #blood

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puppetmaster13u · 5 months

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Prompt 120

Lancer hasn’t been in the business for years. He’d long since retired, having enough to live comfortably, to finally go to college, and to slip away from the scene like a ghost. Or perhaps not like a ghost, apparently they liked to make a racket.

But he was getting increasingly concerned about one Danny Fenton. He didn’t want to assume anything of course, but it was increasingly obvious that something was very wrong. Something familiarly wrong, even if he himself was never a part of that side of things.

He tries to tell himself that it’ll all be fine, he’s out of that life after all. But he can only see a teen getting shot at so many times. Can only try to convince himself not to get back into exercising and practicing his shot. He can only see that teen come into his class exhausted and bruised so many times without helping however slightly.

But then the GIW happens. The city gets stolen into another dimension. Everyone got dosed with ecto, everyone is at risk. Danny is just a kid, who shouldn’t have to deal with this. Whose curled up in his home with his friends bandaged and bleeding green.

It seems it might be time to call his old fling. So here he was, tapping his foot as he looked out his window far too late at night while waiting for the phone to connect. It felt like forever before it did, but that only strengthened his resolve.

“Hey Slade, hope you remember me because I have information about something you’ll really want to know…”

(I misspelled and it corrected to fling instead of friend but i am keepin that in lmao)

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #Respawn and Danny friendship/brotherhood wooo #Lancer started exercising a bit again and did a bit of reminding himself of old tricks and abilities he used to have #Mans is definitely liminal tho now #Heck most of Amity probably is #Danny comes to Lancer bleeding because he doesn't know who else to come to #This is after Lancer takes the time to do a class on making medical kits and to-go bags and other such things #Without telling anyone else what he was doing a class on of course #He is the class' favorite teacher #During school he's chill and outside of school he's feral as they find out when he shoots a few ghosts for trying to mess with his books #He's *mostly* a civilian now a days but that's still only mostly and is in fact the Amity version of a civilian #Even when he smuggles out the class and a few of their families with Slade's help as pay back for a favor

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luxaofhesperides · 6 months

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"I see you, and I love you" + hurt/comfort ; requested by @oops-i-dropped-the-galaxy!

Danny can handle being a halfa. He’s had years to get used to it, switching between dead and alive, living boy and ghost, always living in flux. He’s settled into his identity as one of the few halfas in existence, navigating the living world and the Infinite Realms with ease after years of practice.

What he can’t handle is becoming an Ancient.

Apparently, while most Ancients are born into the role, ruling over their domain, some can grow into it. It’s rare, practically unheard of, but not impossible.

Danny is growing into the Ancient of Stars, changed from the inside out by his love of space.

He would be happy if it didn’t hurt so much.

Danny can’t sleep at night anymore. When the stars are out, he can hear them singing, each windchime voice echoing through his ears. Though he can’t see them from beneath Gotham’s cloud cover, he can feel them shining brightly far above him.

He lays in bed with Duke, curled up in his side, trying to muffle his whimpers as his bones creak and hollow, his soul growing too large for his body to handle. He is space contained in a human body. It wants to be free, to stretch from its suffocating confines and fill every dark space with cold light. His skin feels too tight and his teeth ache.

All Danny can do is clench his jaw, wrap his arms around his stomach as tightly as he can, and try to weather through the pain of changing.

The agony of it comes in waves. He doesn’t know how long it takes until it recedes enough for him to feel like he can breathe again, trying to suck air in as his lungs are crushed by his ribcage. Slowly, Danny pushes himself up, taking care not to wake Duke, and stumbles out of bed. His throat is dry and feels as if its been scraped raw by sandpaper, and all he wants is water.

He gets halfway down the hall when the next wave hits.

Danny collapses, gasping for breath, and can only watch through tear-filled eyes as his fingers go dark, the same black as deep space. His body shifts, bones cracking and muscles stretching like taffy, and suddenly he’s big larger than life a galaxy a black hole there is darkness everywhere it is alive it is full of stars the stars are singing the stars are singing the stars are si

“Danny? Hey, sweetheart, are you okay?”

That’s Duke’s voice. He’d recognize it anywhere, even from miles away, even when he’s sure he doesn’t have ears anymore. It takes all his effort to pull himself back to Earth, back into their apartment, blinking up at Duke as the stars in his eyes fade away.

Duke kneels before him, concern clear on his face, gentle hands reaching out to hold Danny steady. The feel of his warmth grounds him, keeps him more securely in his body. The pull of space is still there, tugging at him, trying to pull him out of humanity and into the form of an Ancient, but Danny can resist it so long as Duke keeps him tethered to the ground.

“It hurts,” he croaks, shivering.

“Shh, I know, baby. How can I help? What do you need?”

Danny leans forward, burying his face in Duke’s chest as tears slip out of his eyes. “It hurts,” he says again, voice shaking. “I keep changing and growing and my entire body is being torn apart and—” he gasps, cutting himself off. “I keep disappearing. I don’t want to disappear. I want to stay here but it takes me away and then I’m too big and no one can see me and I’m alone—”

“You’re not alone, Danny,” Duke says, holding him tightly as if his arms will be enough to keep Danny from breaking out of his own body, ridding himself of a mortal vessel, his only remaining tie to this world. “I see you, and I love you. Even if you have to change and go far away to be happy, I’ll find a way to follow you there, okay? I’m with you for as long as you want me.”

“I don’t want to hurt so much,” Danny whimpers, black fingers speckled with stardust clawing at Duke’s arms.

“Just breathe through it, sweetheart, you can do it. Let it pass through you. I got you, okay? Just let the pain pass and you’ll be fine.”

He wants to snap at Duke that it’s not fine, that the pain will be forever, it’ll linger in every one of his joints, that he can’t just stop fighting it because it’ll hurt even worse then. But his jaws are aching, his teeth sharpening, and there’s a black hole in his throat that he refuses to let loose. He lets out another pained whine, shivering, and in his chest a star is formed, burning bright and angry.

“Breathe, Danny, breathe,” Duke soothes, rubbing a hand up and down Danny’s back.

It’s habit to relax into his touch. They’ve spent so many nights working through night terrors and injuries, comforting each other through gentle touches. The pain eases a bit, and Danny sighs, frost on his breath.

“There we go, sweetheart, that’s it. You’re doing just fine.”

Another tear slips down his face, but the ache in his entire body as his growing ghost form tries to escape begins to fade.

He’s spent so many nights in pain, waiting for the sun to rise to muffle the singing of the stars. If he can get any relief, he’ll take it, even if it means losing his human form.

Danny stops fighting. His resistance to this change falls away. There’s a moment where the pain disappears entirely, the world going still, but before he can let out a relieved sigh, the change hits him like an asteroid, sudden and instant and inevitable.

A cry is ripped from his throat, but it doesn’t sound like him. It echoes, deep and inhuman, and suddenly Danny is every dark space surrounding the stars, the arms of every galaxy, suns burning bright and dying, supernova, cold and ice and the slow drifting of planets in orbit. His body grows, expands, no longer a ghost but an Ancient, body curling into itself to stay within the walls of the too small apartment, large hands cupped around Duke to keep him safe.

He can feel the cold of space. Orbits dance in his mind. Meteorites and asteroids drift without pattern across his chest. Danny can see everything with too many eyes, and he can cup planets in his palms, so much larger than possibility. His chest opens and expands and his body can curl around Earth and keep it safe.

He feels settled in this new body, senses stretched in every direction and the universe is so much lovelier than he could have ever experienced it in a halfa’s body.

Danny, Ancient of the Stars, hums and the universe shivers, singing back to him.

The pain is gone completely. He wonders why he resisted so hard; this is what he’s meant to be. He’s never felt so right before.

“Danny?”

Duke’s voice is small, but only because he is small when compared to Danny in his Ancient form.

Duke, he tries to say but his vocal chords have changed. Instead of words, a deep hum erupts from his throat, similar to the purr of a particularly large cat.

“Hey, sweetheart. Feeling better?”

Danny nods, pulling himself back together to feel his body more keenly, no longer stretched across the universe, cradling every star in his reach. Duke reaches a hand up and Danny reaches back, folding himself back into his body. His human eyes return and he realizes the apartment is completely covered in darkness with stars sparkling all around them. It recedes as he fits himself back into his body, the black on his fingers fading away until his hand is indistinguishable from a normal human’s.

He takes hold of Duke’s hand and tries to stand. His legs are weak and unsteady and he falls onto Duke, who catches him with ease and sweeps him up into a princess carry.

“There you are, honey,” Duke says, voice warm and relieved. “You alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I feel a lot better.”

“Good. Do you need anything? Hot chocolate, heating pad, sleep?”

Danny thinks for a moment, then says, “Hot chocolate.”

“You got it. Let me just set you on the couch and I’ll have it out in a minute.”

He carefully sets Danny onto the couch, then tucks the blanket they keep folded over the back around him. Once he’s satisfied Danny is comfortable, Duke heads to the kitchen, flicking on the light as he does.

Danny sinks into the couch cushions, carefully moving all his fingers and toes to make sure they’re fine. He’s a little sore, as if all his bones where put through the ringer, but it doesn’t feel any different from when he has a particularly rough training day.

What’s more important that his physical body is the fact that he can feel his core, settled deep in his chest. It’s no longer the cold of ice, but it burns coldness, a white star embodying his soul, a changed core to reflect his transformation into an Ancient.

A baby Ancient, technically. He still has some growing to do, but the rest should be easier and, hopefully, less painful.

He closes his eyes and begins to drift off when he hears Duke return. It takes some effort to open his eyes, and his smiles softly and sleepily when he sees Duke set down two steaming mugs of hot chocolate on the coffee table.

“Love you,” he mumbles, freeing a hand from the blanket to try to pull Duke down to join him.

Duke goes to him easily, sitting next to him and pulling Danny in to cuddle against him. It’s been so long since he last felt so comfortable at night, not writhing in pain and biting through his lip to keep quiet, that he can’t help but sink into it. A purr starts up in his chest, and Duke startles.

“Sweetheart, are you purring?”

Danny flushes and tries to hide his face. The purr doesn’t stop. He’s always been able to purr after becoming a halfa, though purr is just an easier way to describe it. It’s less of his vocal chords vibrating and more of his core rumbling in contentment. Usually, it’s unnoticeable, barely able to be felt let alone heard. Apparently, becoming an Ancient and therefore a much stronger ghost means his purrs are also stronger and louder.

“You’re so cute,” Duke says, pressing a kiss against Danny’s forehead. “Drink your hot chocolate, and then we can go back to sleep.”

He makes grabby hands at his mug, and Duke laughs and picks it up for him.

“Love you,” Danny repeats, voice less muffled.

“Love you, too,” Duke says. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

“I’m glad you were there to help me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“It’s a good thing you’ll never have to find out. I’ve got you, sweetheart, always.”

Believing him is the easiest thing Danny has ever done. If Duke says he’ll be there for, then he will.

Always, always, always.

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[send me ghostlights prompts!]

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp fic #prompt fill #my writing #you ever think about how painful transformation must be? especially for eldritch danny turning into something human into something not?#yeah :) hurt and comfort!!#duke best boyfriend of the year tbh we all need a man like him in our lives #imagine the next time duke is in danger and danny comes to help and this human guy suddenly GROWS and his body unfolds and a mass of stars #and space comes out demanding in a voice that makes ears bleed that they leave signal alone or face the consequences #anyways after that gotham knows that the signal is loved by some monster/god so they try not to piss him off too much #this is all good and fine until goons and criminals make danny shrines and leave gifts and snacks on it so he'll show them mercy #and duke has to scold danny about not eating suspicious shrine snacks #thanks for the prompt!!

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blackrosesandwhump · 2 months

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Whump Prompt 129

Write something inspired by this concept:

Imagine a whumpee, strapped down and immobilized on a table, lying helpless in a darkened room. Weak and trembling, they can only manage a whimper of fear.

Imagine tubes connected to the veins in their arms, draining their blood away for some unknown purpose.

Imagine whumpee's blood collecting in vials that masked figures gather and remove without saying a single word.

And imagine whumpee's realization that, unless someone rescues them and soon, the extreme blood loss will surely kill them.

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delicatewhumps · 3 months

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dying on a battlefield is such a good form of whump. is caretaker comforting someone from the other side? some enemy soldier who lies scared and bleeding out? does caretaker kneel by them and take their hand and promise that they won’t die alone?

or is whumpee caretaker’s companion? are they brothers in arms? has caretaker fought by whumpee’s side for months, and now accompanies them on their final journey — the one into death?

does the battle still rage on around them? is it violent and loud, and caretaker has to bend down and speak into whumpee’s ear in order to be heard, all the while hoping to avoid the ammo whizzing through the air?

or have things died down? is the battlefield covered in blood and corpses? is whumpee one of the last soldiers left alive, fighting valiantly to hold on, but soon to succumb in caretaker’s arms?

does caretaker make vows? reassurances?

that whumpee will be okay. that caretaker will pass on a message to whumpee’s family. that the battle will be won. that whumpee fought bravely.

does caretaker ask questions? is whumpee a stranger whose memory caretaker wishes to keep alive?

“what is your name?” “what do your friends call you?” “what would you have become, if you hadn’t followed this path?” “what waits for you at home?” “what brings you peace?”

or do they simply sit in silence? does caretaker press a tender kiss to whumpee’s forehead and caress their bloody face, because no words can fix this situation, and caretaker’s presence is enough to ease whumpee’s mind?

#whump #whumpblr #whumplr #mine #whump prompt #whump trope #whump prompts #battlefield #dying #combat #military whump #dying whumpee #death #shot #bleeding out #hurt/comfort #comfort

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whumping-times · 7 months

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A character reaching through the cage bars trying desperately to reach their friend/lover/whatever who is bleeding out, but can barely get their fingertips to reach the others hand.

#whumping times #Whump #whump prompt #bleeding out #forced to watch #helpless

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serickswrites · 1 year

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A Taste of Your Own Medicine

Warnings: captivity, torture, escape, gun, gun shot, wounds, blood, bleeding out

Whumpee snuck along the corridor. Whumper had stupidly left them unrestrained and hadn’t locked the door. And now they were getting out of here and going home.

“Stop, not so fast! Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Whumper roared as they ran up the corridor.

Whumpee began to run in earnest, doing everything they could to get away from Whumper. To get away from the pain and suffering Whumper promised. To get away and get home to Caretaker.

Caretaker.

Whumpee missed Caretaker beyond belief. And they had been relieved that Caretaker hadn’t tried to rescue them just this once. Whumper was too unhinged to chance a rescue. Whumpee didn’t want Caretaker in danger.

But they knew Caretaker would come for them if they didn’t get out of Whumper’s compound now. And so as Whumper’s hand closed on their shoulder, Whumpee turned and punched and kicked with everything they had. They had to get away.

“Stop it! I said stop it! Dammit!” Whumper growled as Whumpee’s fist connected with their nose. Blood burst from Whumper’s face.

Whumpee turned and kept running. They had to get away as fast as possible.

“How’d you like a taste of your own medicine,” Whumper hissed as Whumpee reached the end of the corridor.

The gunshot was impossibly loud in the small space. The bullet tore through Whumpee’s shoulder, perilously close to their heart. The force of it sent Whumpee flying.

And they couldn’t catch themself. Couldn’t stop themself from falling. Couldn’t protect their face as it smashed against the floor. Couldn’t lift themself as they landed. Couldn’t help themself as they felt their blood pooling around them.

Because they couldn’t get a good breath.

Whumpee could hear Whumper stalking down the corridor behind them. The sound distorted and fuzzy as the blood loss began to be too much. “Don’t you fucking die on me now,” Whumper growled as they flipped Whumpee onto their back.

Whumpee opened their mouth to reply, but the effort was too much. The world was spinning and growing dark. As Whumper dragged them by their ankles back to the torture chamber, Whumpee really hoped they didn’t die. That they didn’t bleed out on Whumper’s floor.

But they also couldn’t hope that Whumper would save them. Because Whumper promised pain.

They had promised Caretaker that they would stay alive. That they would fight with all of their might. But Whumpee was tired. And cold. And the darkness was settling in. Even Whumper’s growls of anger in their ear sounded so far away as Whumpee slipped away into the dark.

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw captivity #tw torture #tw escape #tw gun #tw gun shot #tw wounds #tw blood #tw bleeding out #themerrywhumpofmay #merry whump of may 2023 #day 20 #a taste of your own medicine #prompt: bleeding out #queue

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