#cw stitches

[abbeyofcyn]

Messy doodles

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt donnie #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt leo #my art #peepaw leo #future leo #no thought just doodle #felt uninspired so decided to just messily draw #no story behind any of this #feel free to make something up #cw stitches #cw injury

[wispforever]

same village

#naruto #kakuzu #hidan #kakuhida #hidakaku #fu #i will never forget this scene #this one has been in the works for quite some time #glad to finally finish it #enjoy #cw death #cw stitches

[stories-and-chaos]

Shrike: New Neighbor

[Hazbin Hotel reader insert as Alastor’s “darling life and death partner” Ace x ace relationship, both parties are moderately sex favorable.]

[Word count 1210 Cw: blood, foul language]

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Even while recovering, Alastor had to be dramatic. So when he dropped you both into the group in front of the rebuilt hotel, his joining the song and grand gestures did not surprise you. What did was Charlie suddenly hugging him and Alastor allowing her.

The princess was stronger than she knew. Alastor was more stubborn than anyone but you realized. So even though his theatrics and her squeeze tore some stitches, he refused to show it. The benefit of entirely red clothing was that a bit of blood wasn’t noticeable.

As soon as you could manage, you insisted the pair of you look over your new suite. Walking to the top floor would have been a struggle and you weren’t up to flying again yet. Fortunately the new building had elevators installed.

Alastor had recreated his broadcast studio on a corner penthouse level and naturally had claimed the closest rooms for you both. He hadn’t recreated the bayou yet, but there were more pressing concerns. Namely redoing his stitches.

Once in the room you ordered, “Sit down Alastor.” You didn’t let him argue as you removed his jacket and shirt. The bandages wrapped around his torso had absorbed most of the blood but now they definitely needed replacing. “Zut alors, you just had to overdo it out there.”

You brought out both a last aid kit and your sewing kit. As you gathered up towels, warm water and disinfectant, you continued to vent. “I know you like to cultivate an air of invulnerability, cher, but that was too much.” Returning to his side you started unwinding the bandages. “Granted you didn’t expect Charlie to hug you like that, but all that flailing about did not help.”

His hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. “That’s enough,” he growled hoarsely. His antlers were starting to grow in anger but he didn’t put any pressure on your wrist.

“No Alastor, it’s not,” you replied firmly. You didn’t pull your hand away but you did turn his head to face you. You locked eyes with your husband, staring straight into the radio dials. “If you get hurt, I’m the one that patches you up. If you get hurt doing something stupid, I’m still the one patching you up, but I’m allowed to be angry about it.”

He huffed and released your wrist. You continued unwrapping and cleaning that gash across his chest. “I don’t want to be stitching you back up constantly because you’re pretending to be invincible.” You might have said more but a voice at the door interrupted.

“Lover’s quarrel? You really should close the door if you’re going to do that.”

“Fuck!” you screeched, reflexively launching a stiletto at the voice.

“Whoa!” The figure blinked away in a burst of sparks, popping back into existence next to you. The blade thudded into the hallway.

“Careful there!” Lucifer admonished. “We just built these floors.”

You hissed at the fallen angel. “I wouldn’t have to be careful if someone wasn’t eavesdropping.”

He just smiled as you returned to focusing on Alastor. “Someone wouldn’t be eavesdropping if someone else had closed their door properly.” He leaned down to look at the wound you were starting to stitch together again. “Oof, that from when Adam swung at you? You took quite a hit there buddy.”

Alastor glared at him furiously. “GET. OUT,” he snarled, his ever present smile straining in his anger.

As much as you agreed with him, what Lucifer said made you start. “How did you know Adam hit him? The only ones that saw the fight were the exorcists and me.” Some of your flock might have seen it, but they were rather occupied.

“I was watching the whole time,” he replied blithely. With a snap, he produced an ornate set of opera glasses on an elegant handle. “Had to keep an eye on my little girl in case she needed help.”

“You were just watching?!” You and Alastor yelled together. If he had shown up before the angels arrived, he could have handled everything.

“Yup! Charlie didn’t ask me to join the fight, so I wanted to give her the chance to take care of it.” He paused. “I do feel bad about the snake guy, though. Oh, and that you two got banged up by that douchebag.”

You hissed again, feeling your feathers turn metallic. Still, you turned back to the curved needle in your hand. Alastor’s claws dug into the chair; you couldn’t be sure of it was from anger or the feeling of needle and thread sliding through his skin. Probably both.

“GET OUT,” he repeated, now looking like he’d enjoy tearing Lucifer’s throat out if he wasn’t stuck in place.

“And leave my new neighbors in their time of need?” He shook his head mockingly. “Charlie would never let me hear the end of it.”

You did your best to focus and finish quickly. “Got it back together, cher.” His grip on the chair didn’t ease up. He really is a terrible patient, you thought as you placed a gauze pad on the gash. You reached for a roll of bandages, only to find Lucifer holding it out to you.

Annoyed, you grabbed it with a quiet “merci.” Winding the bandage around Alastor to keep the pad in place, you could feel Lucifer’s gaze on your back. Your husband was getting more and more irritated as the king of Hell kept watching you.

Then, as you finished securing the bandage: “You’re gonna need a splint on that wing.” You blinked in confusion. Alastor was similarly surprised at Lucifer’s statement.

“Never had a wing injury before?” he prodded. You shook your head. “You’re one lucky gal.” He clapped his hands and a small pile of supplies appeared. “It’s got to be stabilized. And no attempts to fly until it’s fully healed if you want it back to normal.” He gestured for Alastor to get up, not caring at all that he was ordering the Radio Demon around. Of course he didn’t, he ruled over all of Hell. He outranked every Sinner, Overlord or not.

With permission, he examined your wing. “Alright deerboy, I’ll show you what to do so you can take care of your missus.” That did seem to calm Alastor down a bit and he begrudgingly let Lucifer demonstrate. Shortly, your wing was braced by thin rods and bandages. “Remember, no flying at all.”

You grumbled, only for Alastor to lean down (slowly, taking his wound into account) and say with exaggerated sweetness, “I’ll be patching you up, cher. And if I have to resplint your wing because you did something stupid, then I’m allowed to be angry, yes?”

Dammit, you thought to yourself. Aloud you said, “Fair enough,” with equal sarcastic sweetness.

Satisfied, Lucifer grabbed his apple topped cane with a twirl. “I’m making pancakes if you two want any.” He sauntered out, humming contentedly.

You sighed gustily. “Let’s get you a new shirt, darling.” As you helped Alastor button up the bright red shirt, he realized something.

“He said ‘new neighbors,’” he stated, the static disappearing from his voice. You both stopped dead, processing what that meant. Meeting each other’s eyes, there was only one thing to say, in unison again.

“Ffffuck!”

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Taglist: @whitewolfsoldat @edgyboi10000 @ch3sire-blu3 @clearly-awkward @badatpunz @bengewatch @chewbrry

#hazbin hotel #hazbin fanfic #hazbin alastor #hazbin lucifer #asexual alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #asexual reader #asexual #cw blood #cw injury #cw stitches #acespec #ace representation

[uglynetwork]

i'm still coping™ by fooling myself that genloss Ranboo could live. anyway you should all vote for generation loss as the best streamed series in the streamer awards :}

#generation loss #ranboo #fanart #my art #genloss #cw scars #cw facial injuries #cw wounds #cw stitches #idk ask to tag as per use'

[b0vidine]

The Monster's Lament took over my brain thus so did Adam [Nobody look at me I'm in the middle of reading Frankenstein]

#chonny jash #digital art #cw eye contact #cw stitches #cw unsettling #idfk how to tag this #im not tagging the book I havent finished it #IM NOT ALLOWED

[stizoptera]

[2/26] zombiecleo

the vine is smilax aspera, chosen bc it's a thorny climbing vine that's often treated as a pest but is very hard to get rid of

#the snakebite piercings are a reference to the medusa arc #cw stitches #cw wounds #cw scars #zombiecleo #hermitcraft fanart #hermitcraft #hermitblr #trafficblr #traffic smp #limited life #limlife #limlsmp #mcyt #mcytblr #mcyt fanart #[my art] #[hermitcraft series]

[singeart]

- Angie Sijun Lou, Jessica gives me a chill pill

#txf fanart #dana scully #xf fanart #x files nisei #x files memento mori #txf #xf #x files #cw stitches #singeart #umm notes to future self #went for a subtle desaturation w/ each panel to reflect loss of vitality #might be too subtle #did the first panel last and i like the hair more in tht one #ive looked at this too long i hope its effective ok bye

[mxrtified777]

FOUND YOU

og drawing (2021) below the cut

#my art #nevin jovel #cw gore #cw stitches #cw blood #gore #stitches #blood #ibvs #wooooo redrawwww #we have gone from pink to purple #might make a cutesy alternative. lmk if you want a cutesy alternative and ill make one

[sugarteeferz]

fixing you up

#my art <3 #art #hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal tv #hannibal fandom #will graham #hannigram #murder husbands #hannibal nbc #hannibal fanart #cw blood #cw wounds #cw knife #cw blade #cw stitches

[axe-cution]

OUGH. My beast,

I’ll go into her lore later once I put all my fan campaign concepts down and drawn…

#rainworld #rw #rw slugcat #slugcat #rainworld slugcat #slugcat oc #rainworld oc #cw sutures #cw stitches #oc: the hermit #the hermit goes by she/they! #she has fucked up stripes aroujd her arms and feet they’re meant to connect but some genetics made them wonky

[wispforever]

conversations about immortality in an alternate universe where kakuzu lives and goes back to dig hidan up

#naruto #kakuhida #hidakaku #kakuzu #hidan #oh GOD #they're IN LOVE #do you ever think about HOW THEY ONLY HAVE EACH OTHER #NO CLAN NO FAMILY CANT EVEN END IT #THEY BOTH MUST FEEL SO LUCKY IN THE SMALL MOMENTS THAT THEY FOUND THE SINGULAR PERSON THAT COULD UNDERSTAND THEM #MY FEELINGS #NO ONE TALK TO ME #cw gore #cw dismemberment #cw stitches #omg kakuzu's little smile at the end #PLEASE #please please god #they love each other #oh GODDDD

[the-bar-sinister]

Imagine sewing up a serious cut on your F/O.

They’re bleeding heavily and it covers their clothes and is sticky on the skin around the wound. They’re pale, shaking, and they look to you with adoration as you help tend to them.

You peel away their damaged clothes, washing the blood away with a damp cloth to expose the injury. You don’t have any painkillers for them, and you don’t have any time to find any.

You squeeze their hand, and give them something to bite down on. You reassure them that it’s going to be okay.

With needle and thread you carefully and slowly knit their torn flesh back together. Their breathing is heavy– do they make noises of pain, or stay stoic and silent as you work? You can feel them trembling against you. 

It’s hard to hurt them like this, but you know if you don’t, it will be so, so much worse. You might lose them.

Finally, it’s done. Their flesh bears your stitchery, and the bleeding has stopped to a mere ooze. You bandage it up.

And then you hold them close. It takes you a long time to let go.

#self ship #selfship #self shipping #fictional other #f/o imagine #self ship imagine #imagine your self ship #imagine your f/o #whump #self ship whump #cw injury #cw blood #cw medical #cw stitches #hurt comfort

[killianhemlock]

“Protect.”

01. Teeth. First day of goretober, can’t wait to forget abt it for three weeks.

#qsmp code entity #qsmp fanart #qsmp #qsmp cody #im doing my own prompts day by day so I don’t have a link to a goretober list or whatever #goretober 2023 #sketches #traditional art #my art #cw body horror #cw stitches #cw skeleton #cw gore

[whump-card]

Sunless Lives Part 3: I Should Do It

A slow chapter, featuring a Gina POV!

~1410 words

CW: needles, stitches, negative self-talk, catastrophizing

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Matthew didn’t waste any time staring after his captain in shock, even though he wanted to. The gauze over Simon’s bite wound was indeed staining red. He knelt back down on the floor and searched through the bite kit for the local anesthetic shots.

“You still with me, McKenna?”

“Uhuh.” Simon lay unmoving on the floor, his jaw slightly slack and his eyes glazed.

“Okay. Little pinch.” Matthew peeled away the gauze and administered the anesthetic. Simon's only reaction was to press his lips together. Matthew called out, “Gina, you still there?”

“Yup,” came from beyond the door.

“How much of that did you hear?” He readied a needle and sutures.

“He had basically the same conversation with the rest of us when I went to tell them about Simon’s condition. Looks like everyone’s on board for a coverup.”

“Shit!” Matthew did his best to keep his hands steady as he started to stitch up the twin crescent-moon bite wound. Simon was just sort of… staring at the ceiling, but at least he was awake and looking more alert by the moment.

“Also, you, Simon, and I, have ‘the flu,’” said Gina, “So you and I ‘went home.’ Meaning, we’re in charge of taking care of him and making sure no one sees him until he’s presentable.”

“Right,” Matthew huffed, and immediately regretted his tone when Simon’s mouth - his bloodstained mouth - twitched downwards.

“So… When was the last time you ate?” Matthew asked him, his eyes not leaving the stitches as he worked. The blood contrasted brightly on his blue gloves. There were a thousand other questions he wanted to ask, but he knew now wasn’t the time.

“Uhh. Sometime. Last night.” Simon replied. His voice hitched as Matthew pulled sutures through his ruined skin, and he was hoarse from screaming. Matthew tried not to think about that, and failed.

How long was Finch here before we arrived?

“Okay. So I think the plan is,” Matthew spoke loud enough for Gina to hear him in the hall, “Gina will make us some breakfast while I finish up here and get you cleaned up, sound good?”

“Will do,” said Gina, and the two men heard her footsteps retreat to the kitchen.

Simon’s eyes finally left their spot on the ceiling to flick to Matthew’s face, then back again.

“Is that okay?” Matthew paused the stitches, speaking quietly and only to Simon now.

“I can do it,” Simon breathed, “Just give the IV another minute and I can do it myself.”

“I don’t know about that.” Matthew tied off the last suture and sat back, bagging up the used needle and tools in a little biowaste packet.

“I’ve done this before.” Simon sounded exhausted, and fresh tears welled in his eyes.

Judging from the scars, Matthew realized,  he’d done it a lot.

“Just because you can do it alone doesn’t mean you have to.”

Simon laughed at that. It bubbled out of him uncontrollably, low and mirthless. Then his eyes widened as if he were frightened by his own reaction. His jaw clenched and he pulled his shirt closed over his chest with shaking hands. Matthew said nothing more, giving Simon some space to think. Muffled sounds of activity reached them from the kitchen as Gina handled plates and pans. Simon turned his face slightly away from Matthew and took a fortifying breath.

“Is Chris- Is Captain Isles coming back soon?” he asked.

Do you really want him to, after that? Matthew wanted to ask, but instead said:

“He’s riding with Finch to processing. I’ll ask him to come down when he gets back.”

“Right. Th… Thanks. Thank you.” Simon still couldn’t meet Matthew’s eyes, but Matthew felt the terrified sincerity in those words.

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Out in the kitchen, Gina slammed the knife through the onion she was chopping with a little - no, a lot - more force than was necessary.

She was angry.

She was angry listening to Simon practically beg for Isles. She was angry that his shitty little apartment had no interior soundproofing. She was angry that she’d found more beer than vegetables in Simon’s shitty little fridge. She was angry at her phone on the counter that kept buzzing with Amber’s incoming texts. She spared a second to glance at her lockscreen, blinking the stinging sensation from the onion out of her eyes.

current theory is he advanced to a grade a and can take smokef…

pls tell Simon im so so so sorry. finch is at processing now adn h…

we’re on our way back do you want us to stop and pick up anyth…

is everything ok???

Gina pls text me back

Gina was angry at Amber too. And Devon, for being a spineless little yes-man.

But she couldn’t even think about Captain Isles.

She listened to the two men in the bedroom negotiating getting Simon upright and into the bathroom while keeping the IV elevated. She unlocked her phone and tapped out need iv hanger thing, groceries and hit send. She kept her eyes down on her phone as Simon and Matthew shuffled across the hallway to the bathroom, offering Simon what little privacy she could.

“Breakfast in ten,” she called.

“Thanks,” Matthew responded. Then they were back out of sight in the bathroom. Gina returned to her violent chopping. Maybe she could think about Captain Isles a little. What would he look like if he were an onion?

~~~

Simon sat slumped on the small storage bench in the bathroom as Matthew stood in front of him, IV bag held up in one hand and a dampened washcloth in the other, dabbing at Simon’s mouth. Simon had argued for doing it himself, but had eventually relented. Sometimes it’s easier to let people do what they want rather than argue.

It’s always easier to let people do what they want with you. You wouldn’t have a concussion right now if you had - 

Simon shut down that thought quickly, shuddering. Matthew pulled back.

“Too cold?”

“I'm fine,” was Simon’s robotic response.

He wouldn’t have been able to clean himself up alone anyway. His arm would eventually get tired from holding the IV bag and then he’d drop it -

- and the bag would burst when it hit the floor and that would rip the IV out and you’d be bleeding and there’d be blood everywhere and you’d slip and -

“How did you get into my apartment?” Simon asked quietly.

“Uhh…” Matthew was more focused on getting the last of the dried blood, tears, and snot (gross) off Simon’s face, “You hit the panic button. Though we knew something was wrong before that. Finch was gone when I went to relieve Amber on watch. And Amber… Amber and I called the others, then Cap’s phone went off when you hit the panic button. It also unlocked the door for us. Can I open your shirt?”

“Mhm.” He’s already seen it all anyway. Too late now. “So it was a silent alarm.”

“Huh?” Matthew moved the collar of Simon’s shirt aside and started cleaning around the bandaged bite wound

“I hit it… Thinking an alarm would scare him,” Simon found an unexpected lump in his throat, “But it didn’t… It didn’t work…”

“Hey, hey hey hey!” Matthew shifted back to look Simon in the face, his voice soothing, “I’m sure you did everything that you could, you can't beat yourself up for how anything happened. And if you hadn’t hit that button, we wouldn’t have been able to get in.”

If you hadn’t hit that button…

Simon turned his face away, swiping away an escaped tear.

“Can we talk about something else?”

“Yeah, sure, uhh…”

“What did you do last weekend?” Simon said unexpectedly.

“Oh! I uhh, I had lunch with my dad - can you lean forward?”

“Mhm.”

“Well, we had brunch,” Matthew pulled the shirt further down around Simon’s shoulder to clean the blood that had run down his back,  “Aaand I went grocery shopping. Guess it’s all going to go bad while I’m here. Not that-!” he straightened up again, “Not that that matters! It’s just lettuce and stuff, you’re more important.”

More important to who?

“I get it. You’d lose your job if…”

“It’s not like that, I like you, I want to make sure you’re okay.”

The vampiric phantom of anxiety was back, draining Simon’s blood from his head.

“You like me?” he echoed, and immediately regretted it.

“Of course I do!” said Matthew emphatically, clearly trying to walk back any implication, “You’re a great guy.”

You're a great guy.

“Thanks,” Simon mumbled. But he knew. He’d seen the way Matthew looked at him.

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Taglist: @flowersarefreetherapy @pigeonwhumps @sunshiline-writes

#whump #medical whump #whump fic #whump writing #cw needles #cw stitches #cw negative self-talk #cw catastrophizing #sunless lives #sunless lives arc 1 #my writing

[b0vidine]

They are friends :) Nothing will go wrong

(MP AU/Heart belongs to @rosy-fox-art)

#cccc #chonnys charming chaos compendium #chonny jash #cccc au #cjverse chatroom #encore #encore au #cccc encore au #cj heart #cj mind #digital art #fan art #au #modern prometheus au #frankenstein au #cw stitches

[butterscotch-goat]

she has so many costumes changes FOR WHAT ‼️‼️ also for all the medical stuff YES I PROBABLY DID GET SOMETHING WRONG I'm working on the exact details of everything...please don't hurt me...

(in this context living autopsy doesn't mean like a live autopsy thing that's done for students I think I mean like basically an autopsy but she was.alive)

#tw scars #cw scars #scars #tw bruises #cw bruises #bruises #tw stitches #cw stitches #stitches #buttersketch #art #oc #original character #oc art #buttersketch escapism