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bee-writes-spooky · 1 year

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Summary: A small 'What If' where Bob never really wanted to be a cannibal and eat somebody but eyes told him to, or like possessed him to do so. Now what happens if his s/o finds him in a bloody situation?

Warning: Blood, some gore(?), angst, death, mentions of cannibalism, drama.

A/N: Hopefully this was good. this plot came off of the top of my head and wrote it at 2 am — lemme know how it was! :) Prolly will rewrite this or sumn in the future.

It was late in the afternoon as you closed up your own shop. You had you're own business in town while your husband had his. He had insisted and proposed his idea of you and him working together side by side as owners many times but you always politely declined, wanting to continue your own business.

Being the understanding man that he was, of course he understood that you wanted to have your own work. But his offer still stands.

Locking the shop up, you sighed happily, ready to come home to Bob again.

With a smile, you walked through your usual route back home as you recalled recent memories of you and him. If you were being honest with yourself, Bob had been acting odd this week. He hadn't played with Lila or Jaune for a while like he used to do every afternoon break.

You were sure he hasn't even spoke to them for a while now. They had asked you about it this morning, sadness all over their face.

Bob had also been a bit distant, paranoid even.

You really did plan to ask him about it but things got in the way and whenever you did, he always shrugged your questions away like it was nothing.

A frown formed on your lips as you neared your house. You reached into your bag, searching for the key. As you finally found your key, you inserted it into the lock and unlocked the door.

And in it's result, it creaked open.

The familiar scent of your own home made it's way to your nose. You stepped inside and closed the door as you call out your husband's name.

“Bob?” You called. “Honey?”

No answer.

He isn't home.

You sighed heavily, placing your coat onto the coat hanger. Maybe you could make dinner for tonight while waiting for him? Maybe listen to some news to pass the timr?

With that, you went off to your kitchen, finding a radio to turn on. As soon as you found one, you began to make a favorite meal you and your husband loved as the man on the radio began to speak.

Chopping up the ingredients, your head was lost in space as you thought to yourself. The sounds of radio chattering had blended into the background.

What if Bob had gotten an extra shift? Or a sudden big order?

Or worse?

You shouldn't think about that. You caught yourself scratching at the thought.

Before you could fall even deeper into the well, your ears practically perked up at the radio's news;

“At the time of 5:33 pm, 4 people have gone missing this week. I repeat, 4 people. I request you all to keep yourselves tucked in your homes an-”

You gulped as you shut out the radio noise once again.

4? 4 people? You couldn't believe that. Everyone in this town knew each other's names. There's no way crimes like kidnapping or murder could be rising now.

Still, shaken in shock and fear, you decided to call Bob. Just to warn him.

Placing the knife down with the chopped ingredients, you washed your hands before walking over to a nearby phone.

You dialed his number and waiting for him to pick up. It went to voicemail.

'He must be busy,' you thought.

"Hey there, sweetheart, just wanted to call in to check up on ya. I was listening to the news today and just wanted to warn you that apparently four people have gone missing this week. Im just worried for our safety, especially yours, right now. Call me back soon, hun."

You tapped on the end call button before proceeding to go back to work.

9pm.

You were anxious. It had been roughly 3 to 4 hours. Bob was supposed to come through that door like a proud grills owner and maybe even scoop you up with a smooch.

You're anxiety had grew from extreme worry alongside the thought of the harsh reality that life bestows upon people had finally reached your husband.

The dinner you had prepared had already gone cold hours ago. There, sitting, in the dimly lit dining room as the moonlight shone through the gap between the two cream colored curtains that blocked most of the view of the window.

And yet not a piece of your meal had been touched.

No, you couldn't eat without Bob's warm presence. The sweet smile he gives you everytime you placed his plate in front of him even though he insist he'd cook.

You lost your appetite.

You then had decided to go look for him, you brought a flashlight, your phone, your coat and a scarf. It would be cold at this time of night.

Turning off the lights to your home, you stepped out of your home once more. The freezing air hit your face as you walked. You winced but kept your pace. The only thing that kept you going was your husband.

Familiar faces walked on the cold concrete sidewalks. Passing by without another thought. Some waved at you, maybe even shared a hello, but you only could nod or hum as you swallowed your pain.

Your eyes darted to the wedding ring on your finger as you scrunched your brows together in worry. Memories flowing back to you.

Soon, you finally hit the block the restaurant was built upon.

But — it was already closed.

True fear started rise within you. You could feel something in your throat. A breathy sigh escaped your lips. A misty fog in shape of your breath manifested due to the cold air.

Clang!

A loud metallic noise was heard from an alleyway just beside the restaurant.

If you weren't petrified with fear, you were now. In other times, you would have dismissed this as a cat or possibly some homeless guy going through junk. Either way, checking it out wouldn't be the first thing you would do.

Suddenly, you could hear soft cries. Maybe wails.

Hurt washed over you. Why?

... You hesitated ... Yet you did it anyway.

You called out.

"Hello?" Voice quivering from the cold and terror. "Anyone there? Bob?"

You didn't even wanna hear a reply. Or even another sound. Eyes darted towards the sky, capturing the bright moon above you as it shined down on you as you choose to step an inch forward towards the dark alley.

Ashort yet pained cry escaped a person's throat.

It called out to you. Almost asking for help — asking to confirm if you were really there.

"G..Gumdrop?" The sound of your fiance's voice and the use of your pet name immediately raised your heart rate. The feeling of relief washed over you. He wasn't dead, or missing.

You quickly ran into the corner, taking the flashlight out of your pocket. It was dark and you could barely see anything.

The flashlight clicked and the light beamed bright from it. You shined the light onto the direction ahead of you, too excited to see Bob again that why he was there in the first place hadn't registered in your mind yet.

"Bob, I—" The small smile on your face quickly turned into one that of pure horror. Your eyes widened, mouth slightly ajar as you stood in place. You felt your heart drop into the pit of your stomach. Hand gripping tight on the flashlight as the other end of the glowing beam of light landed on Bob's kneeling figure, watching you.

He was towering over something — someone. Blood flowing close to where you stood. A gun by it's side on the ground.

The body had been missing an entire arm and a shoulder as they clearly died due to blood loss. It looked like it was ripped right off.

You saw him there, trembling, blood all over his face and hands of which he brought closer to his face, as if trying to hide himself from your gaze.

You should have been running! Backing away as you call him a monster. He killed somebody for Christ's sake!

But you saw the horrified look, the shock in his eyes. As if he was being forced to do something he didn't like. His once calming eyes had turned to one of bright cyan.

He mumbled out your name accompanied by many unintangible words of what you could assume was apologies.

Bob looked away, "A-Ahm sorry, gumdrop. It, It made me do it." His voice was filled with dread and regret. He wanted you to look away. "Ah.. couldn't control.."

He looked more terrorized than you. It made you want to just go to him and hug his figure to comfort him.

"Bob, Bob.. What- What happened?" Voice trembled and hands shook while you continue to scan his barely covered face, hoping he was telling the truth. Your feet were glued to the ground and yet you could feel your legs shake.

"Please, go." He pleaded. Bob looked at you, his hands moved away from his face.

You were mighty scared, yes, but you didn't follow his pleas. In fact, you did the exact opposite; you stepped closer. Your legs still felt wobbly but that's what your body thought was right at the time.

Bob shook, Why'd you come closer? More incoherent words fell out of his mouth.

You continued to come closer to him. Your face was filled with fear and worry. But that wasn't going to stop you now, was it?

"Gumdrop, please." He almost begged.

"No." You stood your ground. "I'm not going to leave you here.

Bob blinked in confusion. "Ah ate somebody.. ahm a monster."

"Not to me." You were at least four steps away from him, flashlight still in hand. The freezing air didn't bother you anymore, especially that you had something more important to tend to.

Bob looked away again, attempting to hide his bloody face from your eyes.

"Look at me." You ordered yet your tone was soft. He obliged. "If you were a monster, would you hurt me? Or anybody on purpose?"

You gulped at the question you gave him. Maybe you were too confident.

"No! Why would I ever hurt ya, gumdrop?" Bob's tone was filled with hurt. Why would you ever think that? Were you really that afraid of him? But how could you ever come back to him after what he's done?

"Then you're not a monster." You came to a conclusion. You were much closer to Bob now, about an arm's reach. "You're scared. You didn't want to do it."

Your lips trembled and your eyes pricked with tears. "There's an explanation and I know it. I might not understand it right now but I'm not going to stop loving you."

Your husband's eyes stared into yours. He was searching for a lie, a catch. That you were just playing with him.

But he couldn't find it.

He muttered something that you couldnt hear. You asked him to repeat himself.

"Even if Ahm like this?" His breath hitched.

"Even if You're like this." You're hand touched his shoulder, feeling the soft cloth of his red sweater, not minding the sticky blood on his torso and arms. You couldn't bare to leave him like this, in a dark place. Metaphorically and physically. You couldn't just run away and make his life worse.

Bob couldn't bare to lose you.

You coaxed him to stand up. You were going to help him, no matter how fucked up this is. Even if it means cleaning up the victim's body.

He obliged and stood up, returning to his full height as he looked down at you with doubt. His eyes were still of a cyan color. You're absolutely clueless but you know it wasn't his fault.

"Why?" Bob whispered to you. "Why didn't ya just go home, darlin'?"

You smiled sadly at him. "Home is where the heart is. And by God, Bob, it resides with you."

#Bob velseb x reader #bob velseb #spooky month #spooky month x reader #x reader #tw blood mentions #tw cannibalism #tw angst #au #spooky month au

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url0cal-weird0 · 13 days

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hey dude. did your bestie out you? ARE YOU OKAY?

yeahhh my bestie outed me to her friend, she apologized but it hurt bc it was the first person who I couldve been a cishet guy with him, when I used to always be outed by stating I'm nonbinary

my paranoia is really bad bc I saw a spider in my room now it feels like they're everywhere and I can't walk on the floors of my house so I'm stuck on the couch

another problem that arouses from the spider is I can't go into my room, where all my shark week supplies were hidden from my family so I'm stuck in a bl--dy diaper until someone gets the spider out

on a more positive note tho, I've started planning for Pride, made my best drawing today that ill post tmrw, I personally think its my best drawing ever, I also skipped school today bc I faked being sick!! I'm just anxious to go back bc I have 2 exes there who hate me and are trying to ruin my social life and mental health and the school doesn't do anything

#tw period #tw periods #tw blood mentions #tw bug mention #tw spider mention #tw spiders #tw paranoia #tw vent #vent

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jadzio · 9 months

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Artificer inspired boba

Popular in metropolis and parts of sky islands. Made with boiled plates of centiwings (usually infant) and blood of a yellow lizard, though artificer likes to substitute it with scavenger blood.

#rw #rain world #artificer #rw artificer #rain world artificer #rw boba #tw blood mentions

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queendeeshorrorimagines · 2 years

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October 27th: Knifeplay

Hannibal lecter x reader

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: knifeplay, mentions of blood (small cuts on reader), blood licking (hannibal licking your blood off your skin), established relationship, porn without plot

Fear was an arousing feeling for you. There's something about the way your heart rate picks up in response to you being scared that just makes it more satisfying than the normal sex you've had in the past.

It took a lot to talk to your partner Hannibal about your sexual desires. Not because of the fear of him judging you, it's more of the fact that you never knew that your affluent husband had such a dark side that you're able to explore more of

The sharp blade of Hannibal's knife cut through your clothes with such ease as goosebumps decorated your skin in response to the cool blade against your skin. The hazy arousal you felt distracted you as your clothes were laid tattered under you.

Your eyes widened as you felt the sharp edge of the knife cut against the skin of the middle of your chest. The sudden pain grounded you to reality as you let out a low moan of pleasure. Hannibal looks up at you, making sure that you were still okay with the this so far.

"Are you still okay with this?"

He asked as a gentle hand stroke the side of your face. Nodding slightly, you responded with an yes before he turned his attention to the blood drip out of your skin.

Hannibal moved the hand on your face towards your crotch, touching you rather teasingly as his mouth gently hovers over the top of your cut, carefully drinking your warm blood while using his hand to fuck you with.

It would be a lie if you said you weren't turned on by the sight of your husband's face covered with your blood as if he was a starved man. The way he licked the blood off you only made you even more in need of his touch.

Once he finished licking the soft cut cleaned, he looked up at you with his intense eyes.

"May I make another?"

#queendees kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022: day twenty seven #hannibal lecter imagines #hannibal lecter imagine #hannibal lecter x reader #slasher imagines #slashers imagines #gender neutral reader #dees grapefruit juice #tw knifeplay #tw blood mentions #tw blood

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we-are-all-of-legend-now · 7 months

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Fictober Day 28: I May Not Get Another Chance To Say This

Prompt number: Prompt #28

Fandom: American Dragon Jake Long

Pairings/Characters: Jake/Rose; Dragon Council

Rating: T

Warnings: blood mentions; character death(s)

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Rose stared at herself in the mirror, dreamily swishing the skirt on her wedding dress. Rose couldn’t leep the smile from her face, even if this wasn’t happening in the way that she and Jake had always imagined because it was happening at al.

They had tried for years – so many years that Rose had thought she wouldn’t survive it – to do things the right way. They had hunted for magical ways to free her but everything they found depended on having the right magical artifacts in the right place at the right time with the right ritual and it wasn’t the easiest thing. The next closest one was five years away and Jake and Rose were still counting on it so that they could come home.

They wouldn’t have run, likely, if their last ditch effort had worked out. They had gone before the Dragon Council and laid out their case and why Rose should be offered magical immunity for the deeds she had done in the service of the American Dragon. What the Dragon Council had heard was that Jake had let a Huntsclan member in on dragon secrets. He was a traitor and she knew too much and they were both liabilities.

Rose touched the fingers of her long white opera gloves that she had gotten to hide her Huntsmark. She wanted to be just Rose when she married Jake. It was all she had ever wanted: to be just Rose.

They had barely scaped the Isle with their lives. The Dragon Council had been aiming to kill both of them and they knew it. They had made one quick stop to Lao Shi’s to grab the emergency bag and hear the ‘I Told You So’ from Lao Shi, until they were gone, fleeing across the Canadian border to hide in the middle of a city and figure out what to do next.

For the first time since they had met, Jake and Rose were completely alone.

They checked into a hotel room under fake names and they had stood at the foot of the king sized bed and Rose knew that they were thinking the same things: there would be time, later, to talk. Now elven years of loving each other, they were alone together.

It was heaven to be in Jake’s arms and not be counting the seconds until their alter egos pulled them away. They were just Jake and Rose and they had all night and, then, in the morning, they woke up in each other’s arms. Rose had just stared at his sleepy face and thought she could just stay here forever. The thought wasn’t completely without guilt, because they had both left behind people they loved, but it was still true. Rose would give up anything for Jake.

Jake kissed her good morning and Rose felt her heart flutter. She could have this every day.

“Let’s get married today,” Jake whispered.

“What?”

“Right now, even.” Jake pulled Rose against his bare chest. “I’m serious. I want to be your husband maybe if we’re married, you’ll be protected. I’m a world dragon.”

“It’s not the way we wanted it.”

No sappy and romantic proposal, no ability to find the bio she had dreamt to be apart of this day, not even the chance to celebrate with the found family she loved. And yet to marry Jake and be his wife now was intoxicating. Everything else was just details. They could even do it all again in five years when they went back to Fu and wished away the Huntsclan and then everything could be as it should be.

“I know.” Jake kissed the back of her neck and Rose felt the apology in his lips. Nothing ever went the way that they wanted it. “I just want to be yours and I want you to be mine. We can do that. We have the whole world and, after all this time, why wait?”

So, they had gone to the thrift store and then another and another until he had a bag packed with all of the things that he thought would make a good wedding outfit and so did she. They hadn’t shown each other and now Rose was standing in a courthouse bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror, because here was, finally, as Jake’s bride.

Rose decided that she was a pretty bride and she hoped that Jake thought so too. Jake had better, because he had called her stunning in the heat of battle, with her blood on his cheeks and her blood embedded in his claws. Now that she was here, as an ordinary woman, Rose hoped that Jake thought that she was the most captivating thing that he had ever seen. She had curled her own hair, slightly, and had put on a little blush and a little mascara and the pink lip gloss shade that Jake always complimented. And, Rose loved the dress that she had found in one of the vintage shops, as much as if she had intentionally gone looking for it. It probably would have fit in as a 1950s prom dress with its tea length, fluffy skirt, and the slightly off the shoulder sleeves. Rose wished that she had thought to look at jewellery – pearls probably would have completed the look – but she had been so intent on finding gloves that it had never occurred to her.

They had found rings, even though she had closed her eyes as Jake picked out one that he thought she would like and vice versa. When it was time, Rose emerged from the bathroom. Jake was standing there waiting for her and she burst into a pleased giggle. He was wearing a full ensemble, with a jacket that had coattails and a top hat. He could have emerged from the 1800s. It was so unexpected but so beautiful that Rose just reached for him.

“You’re gorgeous,” Jake said, taking her hand and then spinning her around so that he could get a full view of her. “Breathtaking. Everything about you.”

Jake pulled her in and kissed her desperately.

“My fiancée,” he sighed, as he had all day today, because they had so little time to be that to each other.

“My fiancé,” she said, straightening the hat on his head. “You look so incredible.”

Jake grinned smugly, a familiar expression. “I know.”

Their names were called and they headed inside, where their judge and two court appointed witnesses were standing the sides. And even though it was incredibly unromantic, Rose didn’t care about it all when she turned to face Jake. The ceremony was dry and quick because there were probably several couples still waiting. Rose didn’t care because she and Jake had spent years making their vows and promises to each other. From stolen glances in school hallways, to the blush of a first kiss, to being sixteen and Jake said ‘soulmate’ for the first time. In their fantasies they had built a hundred dream houses and had dreamt a hundred children. They were always looking toward the people they wanted to be together and now, here, they were being given the gift of always having each other.

“You can now exchange rings, if you have any.”

Rose held her breath. Jake produced a Victorian looking wedding ring, sparkling as if he had been polishing it all day, and Rose felt slightly bad that all she had to offer him was a plain gold band. But, she noticed, with delight, they had managed to pick the same shade of gold.

“You are now legally married. You may exchange a kiss, if you would like.”

Jake seized Rose into his arms and she was breathless with the need to remember everything about this. They were on the run and they would have to move on and she was never going to see their wedding venue again but all of the details got lost in the way that his lips made her feel.

“Jake, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

It was wedded bliss as they left the courthouse hand in hand, only to be confronted by a brown dragon in the streets. Rose recognized him from the Dragon Council and Jake seized her arm, tearing her toward another street. But, this was not their city and they were lost between the Dragon Council bodies and what should have been, could have been, almost was, and then they were still in their wedding clothes when they were surrounded. Everything in Rose wanted to fight. Jake was shielding her behind his back and he was shouting at the Dragon Council. “You’re making a mistake! This love is real! She could be such a good ally! Go away!”

They weren’t given an inch and Jake turned to Rose.

“We could fight.”

“They’ll hate us more.”

“We might still die here.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I thought we’d have a different life. I thought we could be the people we wanted.”

“In case I don’t get another chance to say this.”

“I may not get another chance to say this.”

All at the same time. And they knew what they were trying to say but it wasn’t enough. Eleven years should not boil down to an alley way, trying to figure out how to live. Eleven years should be life and laughter and children and breathing and being in a wedding down and having a proper wedding. Instead, the blue dragon from the Dragon Council seized Jake from the neck of the wedding suit that Rose had loved so much and had a claw out, above his ear and Rose went cold all over.

“He’s the American Dragon,” she cried. “He hasn’t fought you! He just wants you to understand!”

She was being converged on. She had no weapons and she didn’t want to fight. She had never wanted to fight. She was just forced to fight. This wasn’t the world that she had ever wanted. Rose fell to her knees, crawling toward the closest dragon.

“Please,” she begged. “Please, it’s not what you wanted or what you think. Please.”

Rose looked over her shoulder and Jake was staring back at her. She could feel what he was thinking. She knew that he didn’t want to be the one left but Rose would be damned if she let him die because of her existence.

“Please what?” a rumbling dragon voice, but she wasn’t sure what it came from.

“I made him do it!” she shrieked. “I made him do all of it! I was sent by an agent of the Huntsman!”

“ROSE!”

Rose didn’t cry at the sound of Jake’s voice. “Get rid of the Huntsclan! He will keep doing all of this!”

“ROSE!”

There was a fight and a struggle happening and Rose closed her eyes to it all.

“Stop,” she said softly, “please, if you kill me, he’ll be fine. He is the American Dragon and I was made to be tailored for him. If you kill me, he’ll be yours again.”

Rose dared peek over her shoulder. Jake had lost his top hat. He was full of pain and tears and he knew exactly what she was doing for him because they knew each other. They should have a hundred more years to be together but they didn’t have it. Rose was going to die as his wife and she was going to save his life. If she couldn’t have everything she ever wanted, it was the least she could ask for.

“We’ll see,” said the brown dragon in her ear.

Then, before Rose could blink, she was dead.

#fictober23 #american dragon jake long #jake long #adjl rose #adjl hutnsgirl #adjl dragon council #huntsgirl #dragon council #tw blood mentions #tw character death #brea writes things #wearealloflegendnow #the last letter #jake/rose

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iidias · 2 years

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YAN IDEA YAS

SO. *sighs dreamily* you and idia being just as fucked up abd head over heals for each other.... like. he tells you his fantasies about gutting you alive and kissing every single part of you, inside and out. his heart flutters once you reciprocate, telling him how cute it would be to see him helpless and in pain underneath you as you carve your name into his stomach and kiss away the drops of blood that dribble down his abdomen(((o(♡´▽`♡)o))) his face would flush and it feels like he's fallen in love all over again.....<<<3333333

reminder: THIS IS A DARK CONTENT BLOG AND WARNINGS WILL BE IN THE TAGS!!!!!!!!!

#loadingscreen #tw gore #tw gutting #tw body carving #tw blood mentions #idia shroud x reader #idia x reader

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misano17 · 1 year

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Possibly a bit weird, tw mouth stuff (It's shumika fic news but still)

I'm gonna go ahead and draft an outline for the scene where Shu accidently makes a hole in Mika's tongue and these weirdos proceed to get off on it.

#minors dni #shits about to get wild in the wild west filled with trans people that is my blog #Mika's tongue is gonna bleed a bit #just a bit #both these mfers are gonna be weird about it #tw blood mentions

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onedayillmakeanamebutnotrn · 2 years

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cw/tw vampire caretaker, turning whumpee vampire, bloodbag whumpee, so ofc mentions of blood, goofy minor cursing, my awful stinky random obsessions with these things

sudden random obsession with vampire caretakers and drinking whumpees blood/turning them into a vampire too either way works but <333 the gentle especially rn trying not to make it feel weird/uncomfortable/painful/whatever ur canon follows having whumpee in the most comfortable spot they can be (if you wanna go full out with blankets and warmth do it !!! do it !!! i support!!!) not drinking too much blood but still enough to feed themselves barely and whumpee finds out (or doesnt) and "bro wtf do more pussy ik ur starving" caretaker is worried about turning whumpee into a vampire too because of all these what ifs maybe caretaker doesnt want whumpee to live the immortal life (if thats ur kinda canon) or caretaker doesnt want whumpee to suffer from bloodlust or caretaker worries about their food supply (not even to put them in a bad light bc like they gotta eat yea) etc etc whumpee being worried about being turned into a vampire instead works too same worries could work even the "where would caretaker get their food,,," or "do i gotta like hunt people??? na bro..." etc etc

tbh yea i wanna see furries and vampires mixed who wouldnt furries (part cat dog anything animal like) go hard !!

#whump #whump prompt?? still clueless #whumpee #caretaker #mostly goofy fluffy comfort #vampire caretaker #vampire whumpee bc like transformation #bloodbag whumpee #cw blood mentions #tw blood mentions #i fucking love furries

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bcrribcrry · 2 years

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@evenfallstarters

an wailing noise has broken through the hospital, so sudden, shortly after the thump to indicate that the person had hit the ground. the news of the timing to younger sister’s death hit the thick air in it’s anticipation and that was all that’s needed to be said to break the elder sister’s heart. the only time the people of this town would hear the similar noise was in timing to her father’s death prior - only there, she had her younger sister to comfort and look after in order to keep her busy and her mindset off of it. now there was no one to keep her mind at bay to focus upon. her little sister is gone and it’s too hard to bare as she lets out an devastating cry at the confirmation.

no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

that’s all that ran through her mind with the sudden thought of being alone. no more bickering with her younger sister in the morning to get ready for her online classes or to open the shop. no more arguments with her over not opening the shop and spending the beautiful day doing other things or to pick up each other’s clothes in the corridor of their home. there was not a single thing to look forward to in those moments anymore. now the house is to be lonely in response to missing her younger sister’s presences and that was too much to bare.

her hands pressed against the cooling tiles where her sister’s dried blood mingled with her own slightly to create her own hand marks against the grout lines as she lets out another cry in response. head shaking in response to those around her and before she knew it - her feet were to the ground and she manhandled the person that were right in front of her by grabbing onto their arms.

“how can i-” the words were choking as she tried but her anger was starting to come through. “how can i live without her!” she grasped her breath before shaking her head as the tears fell. “i raised her all these years!” the heightened tone in her breath as her eyes widen in the moment and the anger was too much to bare as she suddenly left the person by releasing their arms to grab the nearest chair within the room to slam down against the tiles. few times she was able to do this until she was stopped by someone and the choking breathes as she tried to make herself breath - it was too hard to bare.

her body broke out from the sudden person’s embrace as she turned back with her hands raised, shaking in the air as she quickly turned back with her hands pushing through her hair as another cry left her in response. the trauma of losing her father was starting to come to play in timing to her grievance along with her anger issues and she was trying her hardest - her body shoved against the wall as she kneeled into a squat to lean against the wall at her side to hold onto her hair tightly in response.

#eventfallhqsevent OO1 #evenfallhqsstart #event thread: jenny ma.#pls do not feel the need to match on this ; ; <3 #blood mentions tw #tw blood mentions

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