Atlas.

he/him. late 20s. upholder of the celestial sphere. (REPRESENTS A FICTIONAL CHARACTER)

[ask-atlas]

idrk how this works. name's atlas. you see something strange, let me know.

[LINK PLACEHOLDER]

atlas is an oc and not a real person, account is ran by @sorry-not-sorry-whump

[abiteofwhump]

Human Whumpee turning pale, sensitive to the sunlight and developing a vitamin D deficiency, due to the lifestyle Vampire Whumper imposes on them

[whumptea]

the sluttiest thing a whumper can do is wrap their arm around whumpees torso mid-escape attempt and growl a low “oh, no you don’t…” in their ear.

[sodascribbles]

[into a megaphone] WHUMPEES WHO ARE DEFIANT UNTIL THERE'S ANOTHER WHUMPEE GETTING HURT FOR SAID DEFIANCE

[sorry-not-sorry-whump]

What series should I work on first?

Atlas + his warehouse

The manor of sorceress, Lady Kaedalythe Dessielle Parora Ventoris

Dr. Bates' Lab / OPERATION DEADLIGHT

smth else

Voting ended onFeb 28, 2023

[ask-atlas]

Check your mailbox.

Atlas, puzzled, takes his time to first check his informed delivery-- first, nothing out of the ordinary. A plant, then.

He steps outside, opening his mailbox.

[ask-atlas]

Hiiiii

- Storm(RagingWater)

Hello? Who is this?

[ask-atlas]

I DARE YOU TO POST SECRETS ABOUT PEOPLE >:)

Wyatt watches so many fucking documentaries. Tbfh she needs a subscription to just a documentary service. nonstop

[ask-atlas]

How do you know whis? Do you know any fun secrets

Oh we used to fuck🤷

[ciliren]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU....

You’re literally taking advantage of him I can’t even believe I let you walk away with him the other night...

[ask-atlas]

? He initiated?

[ask-atlas]

How do you know whis? Do you know any fun secrets

Oh we used to fuck🤷

[allthecomfortinthehurt]

Once again facebook is on to me BUT I LAUGHED SO FRICKING MUCH WITH THIS

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

[ID: A screenshot of a facebook ad, showing the torso of a person wearing a light brown sweater with a large blood splatter at the side. Text on front reads I’m fine. The whole thing looks quite photoshopped. Beneath the picture is the text Ettlementief Product/Service, as well as a Shop now button. End ID.]

[beastbun]

Mind calling off your mother and the babe? This is getting annoying.

i-i'm not sending anyone after you. if-if she'sinvolved t-then tough fucking luck-

[diconara]

I didn't say you sent her. I said to call her off.

You need Viv out of the way to get the van onto the road. Figure it out.

[beastbun]

if- if you want me so bad than YOU figure it out-!!

[diconara]

Poor Wyatt...

She might actually die if you keep up that attitude. It's not like Mr. Dreamboat can give much more blood.

[beastbun]

Sh-she won’t! I’m keeping- everyone safe, I’ll be safe, just go AWAY-

[diconara]

How are you going to keep her safe, hm? She's leaking all the blood her body is storing. She needs a better intake than whatever he just gave her - you going to go find some poor bastard on the street and shove their throat in front of her mouth?

Honey, think.

[beastbun]

i AM thinking-!! The- the blood’s stopped ! and- and we’re going back home! how about you show yourself s-so i can tear you apart-!!!

[diconara]

I really don't want to do this.....

You're not leaving me with much of a choice, here.

Last chance to be a good little bun and behave...

[beastbun]

would a good bunny have fangs.

[ask-atlas]

At this moment, Atlas happens to check his phone. He pulls the trigger on the currently enchanted gun. Gotcha.

[daffodilyum]

[A bullet breaks through the window and cuts through Wyatt's left lung.]

Oops.

~🕊

Wyatt’s ear turns towards the sound, but she’s unable to react in time.

She cries out as she feels something tear through her chest, her vision immediately blurring as the pain explodes into her senses.

She finds herself gasping for air, not really sure of what was happening.

It just. Hurts.

And she can’t breathe.

[beastbun]

Whis opens the freezer, only hearing Wyatt cry out. “Wyatt- you alright? Is- uh- did you move your arm wrong?” He calls out, a little worried. He didnt hear anything else, so…

“Icecream’s there, just gonna be a sec-“

[daffodilyum]

Wyatt grips the wound area tightly, still gasping and struggling to breathe. Each breath is agonizing, and she can only really manage a broken whimper in response.

She feels the blood trickle through her hands, a dizzying sensation taking over. Her vision begins to go dark.

“I… I c-can’t—“

She can’t hold herself up anymore, her arm she was using for support collapsing beneath her.

[beastbun]

Whis stiffens when he smells blood, slamming the freezer door shut and immediately bolting out to the living room.

“Wyatt!!!!” He shrieks a little, sliding to a stop next to her.

[daffodilyum]

“G.. G-GET AWAY..!!!”

She shrieks, trying to prop herself back up as blood seeps out of her chest and hip.

She feels unconsciousness clawing at her arms and pulling her body down.

“AWAY… F-ROM… TH..TH-WINDOWS—!!”

[diconara]

[One more bullet to her stomach - get rid of some of those reserves. I don’t touch Whis.]

[daffodilyum]

She cries out again, but this time she falls still.

[beastbun]

Whis is huddled behind the couch now, peeking out in horror at Wyatt’s still body. 

“A-atlas- Atlasohgod itsmy fault its my fault-”

[ask-atlas]

Atlas rushes to their sides, shooting towards the source of the bullets. “It’s not your fault,” he snips to Whis, “that some fucking stalker is obsessed with you.” He fires another for good measure, before reloading his clip. He bites his finger, pricking some blood and tracing a symbol along the side. It glows faintly, and he takes another aim, leveling the gun again. “Show yourself, motherfucker.”

[beastbun]

“T..they’r saying- that they’re downn that way a few b-blocks now-” Whis squeaks, hands covering his mouth. “I-i’m sorry, i- i didn’t…”

His tail subtly lays across his phone, tucking it closer to him. He blames himself.

[daffodilyum]

Wyatt can barely register which voice belongs to who.

They all blend together as she lays there, pain throbbing in and out of her senses.

It’s

so hard to breathe.

[ask-atlas]

“It’s not your fault, Whis. Can you help me stop the bleeding?” he asks. He looks over Wyatt, looking at the bullet wounds, checking to see if any went through, or if any were still inside of her. A minor extraction- that wouldn’t be too hard, if any were still stuck in the poor thing.

Really, he was half tempted to put her out of her misery, but he had a feeling Whis would be upset with him should he do that.

[daffodilyum]

The bullet aimed at her chest had gone completely through, while the ones in her hip and stomach were still inside.

She wheezes and gasps for air, allowing herself to be looked over. It wasn’t like she could do anything else.

[beastbun]

But it was, he was bad-

Whis slinks back to the kitchen, hands trembling as he grabs paper towels and another small, kitchen towel before coming back. The smell of blood makes him feel nauseous, but he still tries.

[ask-atlas]

He mumbles something in a tongue foreign to her and Whis, and soon enough, the remaining bullets extract themselves from her. He tears off pieces of his sleeves to cover the wounds in the meantime.

“I don’t have any blood on me that’ll help her in the short term. I might have to feed her, Whis- if I do, I’ll need you to look away, okay?”

[daffodilyum]

Wyatt grimaces as the bullets tear out of her skin, scraping her nails into the carpet and groaning in agony.

She feel a numb sensation begin to spread.

[beastbun]

Whis gulps, nodding.

“O-okay- are- y’ gunna head after-?” Whis asks, still keeping his phone under tail and hidden. ..He- hopes he does. He doesn’t… deserve kindness. He keeps hurting-

[ask-atlas]

“I’m gonna stay and make sure you’re safe. That’s probably what the assailant wants,” he sighs, tightening one of the makeshift bandages. He grimaces as he looks over Wyatt. Where the hell did that whiny elf girl with the magic go? “Wy, you need a drink,” he holds the back of his arm up against her mouth, “bite.”

[daffodilyum]

She grimaces at his arm, but she doesn’t have the energy to protest.

She bites down, trying to take as little as possible.

Only.

Only a little.

One pint.

One and a half….

Two…

[beastbun]

Whis immediately looks away, his face scrunching.  “B-but-” He lets out a small protest, cringing internally almost immediately afterwards. Fuck.

He wants to cry. He pulls out his phone for a few moments, attempting to be subtle.

[ask-atlas]

“Fuck,” Atlas grimaces, managing to pull himself off at the second pint. He hopes that’s enough, his head already spinning from the donation. “Good girl,” he forces himself, “that’s enough.”

“Whis, it’s done.”

[daffodilyum]

Wyatt feels a heavy sensation press against her eyelids and the rest of her body.

She needs to heal… but she wants to stay awake…

Her eyelids flutter as she struggles.

[beastbun]

Whis looks up from his phone, rattled from everything, and looks to Atlas. “D-do I- do anything els-? W-wunna help-” 

He may be crying, just a little. 

[daffodilyum]

Wyatt slowly drifts into sleep, resting her head on the carpet. She can’t keep herself awake any longer.

[ask-atlas]

“We just need to keep her stable. She should start healing soon- and I shouldn’t be driving anytime soon. Okay?”

[beastbun]

“Th-that’s okay–! V-viv is around apparently and- I- I can get her to- take us all back- if.. if that’s a good idea-?”  Whis seems like he’s going through a fucking rollercoaster of emotional stimuli. His tail is twitching rapidly but he’s trying to keep it mostly together. “I just- uh-should leave a note for her roommate when- they get back- I don’t wanna make someone worry-”

[ask-atlas]

"Leave a note- we'll just go with Viv. Best idea- terrible fuckin' driver though," his words come off a little slurred. It takes a minute for him to get his bearings, but he manages to lift Wyatt up steadily.

"Got my hands full. Can you write?"

[daffodilyum]

[A bullet breaks through the window and cuts through Wyatt's left lung.]

Oops.

~🕊

Wyatt’s ear turns towards the sound, but she’s unable to react in time.

She cries out as she feels something tear through her chest, her vision immediately blurring as the pain explodes into her senses.

She finds herself gasping for air, not really sure of what was happening.

It just. Hurts.

And she can’t breathe.

[beastbun]

Whis opens the freezer, only hearing Wyatt cry out. “Wyatt- you alright? Is- uh- did you move your arm wrong?” He calls out, a little worried. He didnt hear anything else, so…

“Icecream’s there, just gonna be a sec-“

[daffodilyum]

Wyatt grips the wound area tightly, still gasping and struggling to breathe. Each breath is agonizing, and she can only really manage a broken whimper in response.

She feels the blood trickle through her hands, a dizzying sensation taking over. Her vision begins to go dark.

“I… I c-can’t—“

She can’t hold herself up anymore, her arm she was using for support collapsing beneath her.

[beastbun]

Whis stiffens when he smells blood, slamming the freezer door shut and immediately bolting out to the living room.

“Wyatt!!!!” He shrieks a little, sliding to a stop next to her.

[daffodilyum]

“G.. G-GET AWAY..!!!”

She shrieks, trying to prop herself back up as blood seeps out of her chest and hip.

She feels unconsciousness clawing at her arms and pulling her body down.

“AWAY… F-ROM… TH..TH-WINDOWS—!!”

[diconara]

[One more bullet to her stomach - get rid of some of those reserves. I don’t touch Whis.]

[daffodilyum]

She cries out again, but this time she falls still.

[beastbun]

Whis is huddled behind the couch now, peeking out in horror at Wyatt’s still body. 

“A-atlas- Atlasohgod itsmy fault its my fault-”

[ask-atlas]

Atlas rushes to their sides, shooting towards the source of the bullets. “It’s not your fault,” he snips to Whis, “that some fucking stalker is obsessed with you.” He fires another for good measure, before reloading his clip. He bites his finger, pricking some blood and tracing a symbol along the side. It glows faintly, and he takes another aim, leveling the gun again. “Show yourself, motherfucker.”

[beastbun]

“T..they’r saying- that they’re downn that way a few b-blocks now-” Whis squeaks, hands covering his mouth. “I-i’m sorry, i- i didn’t…”

His tail subtly lays across his phone, tucking it closer to him. He blames himself.

[daffodilyum]

Wyatt can barely register which voice belongs to who.

They all blend together as she lays there, pain throbbing in and out of her senses.

It’s

so hard to breathe.

[ask-atlas]

“It’s not your fault, Whis. Can you help me stop the bleeding?” he asks. He looks over Wyatt, looking at the bullet wounds, checking to see if any went through, or if any were still inside of her. A minor extraction- that wouldn’t be too hard, if any were still stuck in the poor thing.

Really, he was half tempted to put her out of her misery, but he had a feeling Whis would be upset with him should he do that.

[daffodilyum]

The bullet aimed at her chest had gone completely through, while the ones in her hip and stomach were still inside.

She wheezes and gasps for air, allowing herself to be looked over. It wasn’t like she could do anything else.

[beastbun]

But it was, he was bad-

Whis slinks back to the kitchen, hands trembling as he grabs paper towels and another small, kitchen towel before coming back. The smell of blood makes him feel nauseous, but he still tries.

[ask-atlas]

He mumbles something in a tongue foreign to her and Whis, and soon enough, the remaining bullets extract themselves from her. He tears off pieces of his sleeves to cover the wounds in the meantime.

“I don’t have any blood on me that’ll help her in the short term. I might have to feed her, Whis- if I do, I’ll need you to look away, okay?”

[daffodilyum]

Wyatt grimaces as the bullets tear out of her skin, scraping her nails into the carpet and groaning in agony.

She feel a numb sensation begin to spread.

[beastbun]

Whis gulps, nodding.

“O-okay- are- y’ gunna head after-?” Whis asks, still keeping his phone under tail and hidden. ..He- hopes he does. He doesn’t… deserve kindness. He keeps hurting-

[ask-atlas]

“I’m gonna stay and make sure you’re safe. That’s probably what the assailant wants,” he sighs, tightening one of the makeshift bandages. He grimaces as he looks over Wyatt. Where the hell did that whiny elf girl with the magic go? “Wy, you need a drink,” he holds the back of his arm up against her mouth, “bite.”

[daffodilyum]

She grimaces at his arm, but she doesn’t have the energy to protest.

She bites down, trying to take as little as possible.

Only.

Only a little.

One pint.

One and a half….

Two…

[beastbun]

Whis immediately looks away, his face scrunching.  “B-but-” He lets out a small protest, cringing internally almost immediately afterwards. Fuck.

He wants to cry. He pulls out his phone for a few moments, attempting to be subtle.

[ask-atlas]

“Fuck,” Atlas grimaces, managing to pull himself off at the second pint. He hopes that’s enough, his head already spinning from the donation. “Good girl,” he forces himself, “that’s enough.”

“Whis, it’s done.”

[daffodilyum]

Wyatt feels a heavy sensation press against her eyelids and the rest of her body.

She needs to heal… but she wants to stay awake…

Her eyelids flutter as she struggles.

[beastbun]

Whis looks up from his phone, rattled from everything, and looks to Atlas. “D-do I- do anything els-? W-wunna help-” 

He may be crying, just a little. 

[daffodilyum]

Wyatt slowly drifts into sleep, resting her head on the carpet. She can’t keep herself awake any longer.

[ask-atlas]

"We just need to keep her stable. She should start healing soon- and I shouldn't be driving anytime soon. Okay?"

[daffodilyum]

[A bullet breaks through the window and cuts through Wyatt's left lung.]

Oops.

~🕊

Wyatt’s ear turns towards the sound, but she’s unable to react in time.

She cries out as she feels something tear through her chest, her vision immediately blurring as the pain explodes into her senses.

She finds herself gasping for air, not really sure of what was happening.

It just. Hurts.

And she can’t breathe.

[beastbun]

Whis opens the freezer, only hearing Wyatt cry out. “Wyatt- you alright? Is- uh- did you move your arm wrong?” He calls out, a little worried. He didnt hear anything else, so…

“Icecream’s there, just gonna be a sec-“

[daffodilyum]

Wyatt grips the wound area tightly, still gasping and struggling to breathe. Each breath is agonizing, and she can only really manage a broken whimper in response.

She feels the blood trickle through her hands, a dizzying sensation taking over. Her vision begins to go dark.

“I… I c-can’t—“

She can’t hold herself up anymore, her arm she was using for support collapsing beneath her.

[beastbun]

Whis stiffens when he smells blood, slamming the freezer door shut and immediately bolting out to the living room.

"Wyatt!!!!" He shrieks a little, sliding to a stop next to her.

[daffodilyum]

“G.. G-GET AWAY..!!!”

She shrieks, trying to prop herself back up as blood seeps out of her chest and hip.

She feels unconsciousness clawing at her arms and pulling her body down.

“AWAY… F-ROM… TH..TH-WINDOWS—!!”

[diconara]

[One more bullet to her stomach - get rid of some of those reserves. I don't touch Whis.]

[daffodilyum]

She cries out again, but this time she falls still.

[beastbun]

Whis is huddled behind the couch now, peeking out in horror at Wyatt’s still body. 

“A-atlas- Atlasohgod itsmy fault its my fault-”

[ask-atlas]

Atlas rushes to their sides, shooting towards the source of the bullets. "It's not your fault," he snips to Whis, "that some fucking stalker is obsessed with you." He fires another for good measure, before reloading his clip. He bites his finger, pricking some blood and tracing a symbol along the side. It glows faintly, and he takes another aim, leveling the gun again. "Show yourself, motherfucker."

[beastbun]

“T..they’r saying- that they’re downn that way a few b-blocks now-” Whis squeaks, hands covering his mouth. “I-i’m sorry, i- i didn’t...”

His tail subtly lays across his phone, tucking it closer to him. He blames himself.

[daffodilyum]

Wyatt can barely register which voice belongs to who.

They all blend together as she lays there, pain throbbing in and out of her senses.

It’s

so hard to breathe.

[ask-atlas]

"It's not your fault, Whis. Can you help me stop the bleeding?" he asks. He looks over Wyatt, looking at the bullet wounds, checking to see if any went through, or if any were still inside of her. A minor extraction- that wouldn't be too hard, if any were still stuck in the poor thing.

Really, he was half tempted to put her out of her misery, but he had a feeling Whis would be upset with him should he do that.

[daffodilyum]

The bullet aimed at her chest had gone completely through, while the ones in her hip and stomach were still inside.

She wheezes and gasps for air, allowing herself to be looked over. It wasn’t like she could do anything else.

[beastbun]

But it was, he was bad-

Whis slinks back to the kitchen, hands trembling as he grabs paper towels and another small, kitchen towel before coming back. The smell of blood makes him feel nauseous, but he still tries.

[ask-atlas]

He mumbles something in a tongue foreign to her and Whis, and soon enough, the remaining bullets extract themselves from her. He tears off pieces of his sleeves to cover the wounds in the meantime.

"I don't have any blood on me that'll help her in the short term. I might have to feed her, Whis- if I do, I'll need you to look away, okay?"

[daffodilyum]

Wyatt grimaces as the bullets tear out of her skin, scraping her nails into the carpet and groaning in agony.

She feel a numb sensation begin to spread.

[beastbun]

Whis gulps, nodding.

“O-okay- are- y’ gunna head after-?” Whis asks, still keeping his phone under tail and hidden. ..He- hopes he does. He doesn’t... deserve kindness. He keeps hurting-

[ask-atlas]

"I'm gonna stay and make sure you're safe. That's probably what the assailant wants," he sighs, tightening one of the makeshift bandages. He grimaces as he looks over Wyatt. Where the hell did that whiny elf girl with the magic go? "Wy, you need a drink," he holds the back of his arm up against her mouth, "bite."

[daffodilyum]

She grimaces at his arm, but she doesn’t have the energy to protest.

She bites down, trying to take as little as possible.

Only.

Only a little.

One pint.

One and a half….

Two…

[beastbun]

Whis immediately looks away, his face scrunching.  “B-but-” He lets out a small protest, cringing internally almost immediately afterwards. Fuck.

He wants to cry. He pulls out his phone for a few moments, attempting to be subtle.

[ask-atlas]

"Fuck," Atlas grimaces, managing to pull himself off at the second pint. He hopes that's enough, his head already spinning from the donation. "Good girl," he forces himself, "that's enough."

"Whis, it's done."

[daffodilyum]

[A bullet breaks through the window and cuts through Wyatt's left lung.]

Oops.

~🕊

Wyatt’s ear turns towards the sound, but she’s unable to react in time.

She cries out as she feels something tear through her chest, her vision immediately blurring as the pain explodes into her senses.

She finds herself gasping for air, not really sure of what was happening.

It just. Hurts.

And she can’t breathe.

[beastbun]

Whis opens the freezer, only hearing Wyatt cry out. “Wyatt- you alright? Is- uh- did you move your arm wrong?” He calls out, a little worried. He didnt hear anything else, so…

“Icecream’s there, just gonna be a sec-“

[daffodilyum]

Wyatt grips the wound area tightly, still gasping and struggling to breathe. Each breath is agonizing, and she can only really manage a broken whimper in response.

She feels the blood trickle through her hands, a dizzying sensation taking over. Her vision begins to go dark.

“I… I c-can’t—“

She can’t hold herself up anymore, her arm she was using for support collapsing beneath her.

[beastbun]

Whis stiffens when he smells blood, slamming the freezer door shut and immediately bolting out to the living room.

"Wyatt!!!!" He shrieks a little, sliding to a stop next to her.

[daffodilyum]

“G.. G-GET AWAY..!!!”

She shrieks, trying to prop herself back up as blood seeps out of her chest and hip.

She feels unconsciousness clawing at her arms and pulling her body down.

“AWAY… F-ROM… TH..TH-WINDOWS—!!”

[diconara]

[One more bullet to her stomach - get rid of some of those reserves. I don't touch Whis.]

[daffodilyum]

She cries out again, but this time she falls still.

[beastbun]

Whis is huddled behind the couch now, peeking out in horror at Wyatt’s still body. 

“A-atlas- Atlasohgod itsmy fault its my fault-”

[ask-atlas]

Atlas rushes to their sides, shooting towards the source of the bullets. "It's not your fault," he snips to Whis, "that some fucking stalker is obsessed with you." He fires another for good measure, before reloading his clip. He bites his finger, pricking some blood and tracing a symbol along the side. It glows faintly, and he takes another aim, leveling the gun again. "Show yourself, motherfucker."

[beastbun]

“T..they’r saying- that they’re downn that way a few b-blocks now-” Whis squeaks, hands covering his mouth. “I-i’m sorry, i- i didn’t...”

His tail subtly lays across his phone, tucking it closer to him. He blames himself.

[daffodilyum]

Wyatt can barely register which voice belongs to who.

They all blend together as she lays there, pain throbbing in and out of her senses.

It’s

so hard to breathe.

[ask-atlas]

"It's not your fault, Whis. Can you help me stop the bleeding?" he asks. He looks over Wyatt, looking at the bullet wounds, checking to see if any went through, or if any were still inside of her. A minor extraction- that wouldn't be too hard, if any were still stuck in the poor thing.

Really, he was half tempted to put her out of her misery, but he had a feeling Whis would be upset with him should he do that.

[daffodilyum]

The bullet aimed at her chest had gone completely through, while the ones in her hip and stomach were still inside.

She wheezes and gasps for air, allowing herself to be looked over. It wasn’t like she could do anything else.

[beastbun]

But it was, he was bad-

Whis slinks back to the kitchen, hands trembling as he grabs paper towels and another small, kitchen towel before coming back. The smell of blood makes him feel nauseous, but he still tries.

[ask-atlas]

He mumbles something in a tongue foreign to her and Whis, and soon enough, the remaining bullets extract themselves from her. He tears off pieces of his sleeves to cover the wounds in the meantime.

"I don't have any blood on me that'll help her in the short term. I might have to feed her, Whis- if I do, I'll need you to look away, okay?"

[daffodilyum]

Wyatt grimaces as the bullets tear out of her skin, scraping her nails into the carpet and groaning in agony.

She feel a numb sensation begin to spread.

[beastbun]

Whis gulps, nodding.

“O-okay- are- y’ gunna head after-?” Whis asks, still keeping his phone under tail and hidden. ..He- hopes he does. He doesn’t... deserve kindness. He keeps hurting-

[ask-atlas]

"I'm gonna stay and make sure you're safe. That's probably what the assailant wants," he sighs, tightening one of the makeshift bandages. He grimaces as he looks over Wyatt. Where the hell did that whiny elf girl with the magic go? "Wy, you need a drink," he holds the back of his arm up against her mouth, "bite."

[daffodilyum]

[A bullet breaks through the window and cuts through Wyatt's left lung.]

Oops.

~🕊

Wyatt’s ear turns towards the sound, but she’s unable to react in time.

She cries out as she feels something tear through her chest, her vision immediately blurring as the pain explodes into her senses.

She finds herself gasping for air, not really sure of what was happening.

It just. Hurts.

And she can’t breathe.

[beastbun]

Whis opens the freezer, only hearing Wyatt cry out. “Wyatt- you alright? Is- uh- did you move your arm wrong?” He calls out, a little worried. He didnt hear anything else, so…

“Icecream’s there, just gonna be a sec-“

[daffodilyum]

Wyatt grips the wound area tightly, still gasping and struggling to breathe. Each breath is agonizing, and she can only really manage a broken whimper in response.

She feels the blood trickle through her hands, a dizzying sensation taking over. Her vision begins to go dark.

“I… I c-can’t—“

She can’t hold herself up anymore, her arm she was using for support collapsing beneath her.

[beastbun]

Whis stiffens when he smells blood, slamming the freezer door shut and immediately bolting out to the living room.

"Wyatt!!!!" He shrieks a little, sliding to a stop next to her.

[daffodilyum]

“G.. G-GET AWAY..!!!”

She shrieks, trying to prop herself back up as blood seeps out of her chest and hip.

She feels unconsciousness clawing at her arms and pulling her body down.

“AWAY… F-ROM… TH..TH-WINDOWS—!!”

[diconara]

[One more bullet to her stomach - get rid of some of those reserves. I don't touch Whis.]

[daffodilyum]

She cries out again, but this time she falls still.

[beastbun]

Whis is huddled behind the couch now, peeking out in horror at Wyatt’s still body. 

“A-atlas- Atlasohgod itsmy fault its my fault-”

[ask-atlas]

Atlas rushes to their sides, shooting towards the source of the bullets. "It's not your fault," he snips to Whis, "that some fucking stalker is obsessed with you." He fires another for good measure, before reloading his clip. He bites his finger, pricking some blood and tracing a symbol along the side. It glows faintly, and he takes another aim, leveling the gun again. "Show yourself, motherfucker."

[beastbun]

“T..they’r saying- that they’re downn that way a few b-blocks now-” Whis squeaks, hands covering his mouth. “I-i’m sorry, i- i didn’t...”

His tail subtly lays across his phone, tucking it closer to him. He blames himself.

[daffodilyum]

Wyatt can barely register which voice belongs to who.

They all blend together as she lays there, pain throbbing in and out of her senses.

It’s

so hard to breathe.

[ask-atlas]

"It's not your fault, Whis. Can you help me stop the bleeding?" he asks. He looks over Wyatt, looking at the bullet wounds, checking to see if any went through, or if any were still inside of her. A minor extraction- that wouldn't be too hard, if any were still stuck in the poor thing.

Really, he was half tempted to put her out of her misery, but he had a feeling Whis would be upset with him should he do that.

[daffodilyum]

The bullet aimed at her chest had gone completely through, while the ones in her hip and stomach were still inside.

She wheezes and gasps for air, allowing herself to be looked over. It wasn’t like she could do anything else.

[beastbun]

But it was, he was bad-

Whis slinks back to the kitchen, hands trembling as he grabs paper towels and another small, kitchen towel before coming back. The smell of blood makes him feel nauseous, but he still tries.

[ask-atlas]

He mumbles something in a tongue foreign to her and Whis, and soon enough, the remaining bullets extract themselves from her. He tears off pieces of his sleeves to cover the wounds in the meantime.

"I don't have any blood on me that'll help her in the short term. I might have to feed her, Whis- if I do, I'll need you to look away, okay?"