@giggly-evil-puppy and Anons, I got all of these in response to this blurb, so Imma smoosh them together and give y’all some comfort. :3 Tysm for writing in!!!
CW’s: Gore, burns, i’m serious these burns are deep and graphic, vomit/emeto, caretaking, fucky headspace, trauma response/relapse, disassociation, dehumanization, begging, fear.
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It’s been more than thirty minutes. The creature has no way to tell that, of course; just like the name Ashmeans nothing, now. The vampire has no thoughts and no purpose; at least, not beyond being consumed. There is only the sun, and waves of agony that crash unrelenting against a fragile shore.
Air comes in a weak, wheezing rattle. Exhales come either as a ragged, throaty howl or a sob. Occasionally, there’s the sound of weeping, and more rarely, of pleading; it’s broken and raspy, only partially coherent. It always ends the same way, in a high, keening whimper, like a sound from a dying animal.
The air stinks like cooking meat, and the skeletal figure curls into the fetal position and shudders as it’s burned alive.
Flies buzz overhead, drawn by the stench of charred flesh and death. The skin is barely clinging to the creature’s ribs; it has curled in on itself, desperately shielding its face and head. But the sun is relentless, and it sloughs flesh off the vampire’s bones in smoking, stringy clumps. It’s healthier, now, fuller- only more to burn.
The desiccated heap of bones and flesh jolts at the command. Go inside.
Inside?
For the longest time, the word means nothing. There is no obedience left in the creature; any thoughts it might have had slip away, formless. It judders through another convulsion as another layer of flesh gets singed away, and the vampire arches and looses another pitchy, grating cry.
Go inside.
There isn’t enough muscle left clinging to the vampire’s skeleton to go anywhere. It reaches out a shaking hand, and sees with blurred vision that the skin of its hand is gone. Instead the sinew and nerves are exposed, and the creature screams again in horror and terror as the wicked heat licks away at that, too.
It deserves to burn. If nothing else, even if no other thought exists, that the creature knows. This is its righteous judgment, the flames of hell scorching away its filth. It howls its anguish, and it twitches and shakes in the dirt, and it burns.
In the end, instead of clawing its way inside by the bloody tips of its fingers, it is found.
“Ash? Where are you?”
It’s only the vampire’s supernatural senses that allow it to hear the words. The voice is familiar, and it the low timbre of it brings a formless, desperate rush of hope.
this is me in picrew form that’s semi accurate. i’m gonna tag @whumpsblog@jimcreegganand@user-namealreadytaken because I wanna see y’all’s interpretations of yourselves :3 but also anyone who wants to do this because this picrew is cute af
This is the closest I could get to looking like me! I love my morning coffee. I’m really freaking tan in the summer cause I am a surveyor and I work outside everyday, but I realistically couldn’t make my skin tone any darker. Thanks for the tag! I guess I will tag @butwhatifyouwriteand@bloodandbandages!
I know I’ve been tagged in this before, I think by @whump-tr0pes - so thank you to both you and @blue-flare10 xD This picrew is scary accurate! The piercings are even on the right side this time O.o
Well I’m not on time at all for any of these- but I still want to write them and get all my prompts for February posted, so here’s day 9! Featuring a new whumpee, but a familiar whumper/setting. Thanks for the name @brutal-nemesis
CW: environmental whump, waking up restrained, minor whumpee (whumpee is 17). Prompt: Kidnapped
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Jeremy had been looking forward to this Junior school trip for months.
It was his reward for taking the ACT. A 25- not the best, but good enough to get into a decent school and get his father off of his back. He deserved the break.
It was the end of the night, and everyone else was heading back into the ski lodge for hot chocolate and movies, and whatever else highschoolers could get into. Him and Carsen had taken the last lift ride up to the only trail they hadn’t taken. The sun was setting behind the mountains, leaving the snow a glimmering blanket across the hillside.
Snow was falling down slowly- like the seeds from a dandelion, and the stuck to the fur lining of the hood of his coat.
Jeremy and Carsen hopped off the lift and waddled towards the top of the hill, trying to find a good path to soar down.
“Where’s the path?” Jeremy asked.
“I think it’s this way-” he followed as Carsen led the way, towards a cropping of trees that led to a trail down the mountain.
“Are you sure?” He asked. “I thought the sign said it’d be off to the left?”
“I thought it said right. Either way it leads down, right?”
Jeremy squinted in the dark as his friend trodded off ahead of him. A sign sticking out of a snow bank caught his eye, and he took a few steps closer to get a better look.
“Carsen, I think- I’m pretty sure the path is this way-” He called out.
But Carsen had moved too far ahead.
“Hey, wait up!-” He shouted.
There was no response. He thought he heard the sound of skis rushing through the snow- but the light was dimming quickly and he couldn’t make out where the sound was coming from.
Jeremy waddled over towards the trees where his friend had headed and peered down the hill- it did lead towards the bottom- but there was another trail that veered left, heading towards a separate side of the mountain. He inched closer to get a better look when one of his skis slid out from underneath him.
He grappled to get a grip in the snow but he started sliding, and landed on his back- tumbling a few feet down the hill until he landed in a bank of fresh snow at the base of several trees.
“Oh great!” He cried, as he felt the snow seeping underneath his jacket.
At the sound of his voice, a lump of snow fell from the branches above him- trapping his legs in a thick blanket of powder.
“Shoot. Goodness, alright.”
Jeremy tried to tug his legs out from underneath but his ski was stuck- twisting his ankle underneath him at an awkward angle. His stomach began to cramp as he sat up, trying to dig out the snow around him.
“Carsen!” He shouted- but it seemed useless in the darkness- with the snow blowing around him and his friend probably halfway down the mountain by now.
“Hello- anybody!” He cried out.
He tried to calm his breathing as panic rose in his chest. He was going to be fine- Carsen would realize he didn’t make it down, and people would be sent up to look for him. He’d just need to stay okay until then- or dig himself out.
But the longer he sat there- the darker it got- the more the temperature dropped, and the more the white powder kept coming down.
Despite his thick gloves he found his fingers going numb from trying to dig himself out. Snow had seeped up his jacket and down his pants- chilling him to the bone.
He didn’t know how much longer he could sit here in the snow.
Again, special thanks to @card-games-and-pain-and-painfor the second pair of eyes looking at this as well as the cheering me on.
(Also, I need a beta reader for this series. If anyone wants to volunteer, please let me know. It’s not a full editing job, just looking it over and giving me any corrections you spot and maybe some feed back one chapter at a time.)
Ben didn’t even think of trying to count the turns until they’d already been driving for a while. His breath came in short hiccuping gasps and streams of tears rushing back to dampen his dark hair. It took him several minutes to get his breath back. His heart pounded in his chest and his mind raced with every terrifying possibility of where they were taking him.
His muscles twitched from the residual tremors of the shocks he’d endured. He knew he should try to get out of the trunk or alert somebody to the fact that he was there. But he couldn’t bear the thought of the man in the suit hearing him move and shocking him again.
A small whimper escaped him, and he sucked in a panicked gasp through his nose, looking toward the back of the trunk for any sign that the men in the car had heard him. He looked around the trunk that was lit up in the dim red glow of the taillights. There was nothing he could see that might help him.
The emergency release pull dangled uselessly above him with a soft pale glow mocking him in its proximity. Laying on his back with his hands tied behind him, and the threat of movement resulting in pain, there was no way he could get to it and pull it. And even if he did, they’d shock the hell out of him as soon as they saw the trunk open.
Should he just cooperate and do his best to survive? Should he fight them and take every chance to get away? He had no idea what to do. He was bound and gagged in the trunk of a car being driven to god knows where. Oh god! He said they had a flight to catch. He couldn’t let them take him on that plane. He’d have no shot of escape if they did. He’d have to fight.
But already, doubt was creeping in. What the hell had Jake done to get him involved in all this? Who were these guys? What did they want with him? For as long as he lay terrified in the trunk of the car, these questions and more swirled around in his brain.
