#injuries

[kromato]

tryna figure out how I wanna draw this man (permanently missing some nails, partial reconstruction of septum, grey hair from follicular damage from inappropriately administered first aid and stress? not quite dad bod but heavier set...think thonk...)

#why are COD men so hard to draw #kdraws #cod nikto #cod #kHC #kHCF #injuries #cod mw2 #nikto

[happyfoxx-art]

Aftermath: Impact Part 1 Welcome to the second arc! //sprinkles some disaster twins content on you

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#rotmnt aftermath comic #aftermath rotmnt comic #rotmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the tmnt movie #injuries #bruises #nightmare #glitch effect #rise donnie #rise leo #disaster twins my beloved

[sarathrwizard]

Did someone ask for Donnie angst? (rottmnt)

Oh, and maybe some brains & brawn duo art as well! 😁💔

#rottmnt #riseofthetmnt #saverottmnt #donnie #raph #angst #fan art #art #digital art #brains and brawn #hurt/comfort #injuries #snow #cold #beat up #cw blood #tw blood #Future comic in mind #donnie angst #stay tooned #May or may not have something to do with robot wolves #And where their all staying in a log cabin for the weekend #But who knows >:)

[celtic-crossbow]

Whumpuary Day 9-10

Prompt: “Stay. Please.”

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of injuries

A/N: This one is just a drabble. I was not in a great mood when I wrote it and it probably reflects that. I’m sorry for the subpar work. I hope you still love me.😭

gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

“Daryl, she needs you.” Carol implored, blocking the infirmary exit. The archer tried to side-step but the woman just knew him too well and moved with him. 

“Damnit, move!” Daryl all but roared at his best friend. He knew she meant well, he did. But he had to stop them. He couldn’t let them hurt anyone else. He’d failed enough by allowing them to get to you. It was eating him alive. He didn’t know how else to deal with the guilt. It was fueling his rage like gasoline on a fire. 

“You’re not thinking straight!”

“M’thinkin’ jus’ fine! Move, Carol!”

“You can’t go out there like this!”

“I can’ believe this! Ya saw wha’ they did ta ‘er!”

“And that’s why you need to stay!”

“Nah, tha’s why I gotta—”

“Daryl.” Your voice was low, strained. It was weak. But he heard it. Of course he heard it. The archer didn’t give Carol a second glance when he crossed the space to you in two long strides. The silver-haired woman walked behind him with her arms crossed, eyes rolled. She knew all it would take was your specific persuasion to calm Daryl down. She was only hoping to hold him off long enough for you to awaken. 

“Hey, m’right here.” He sat down on the edge of your bed in the infirmary, his hip pressed against yours. You looked so small, fragile in the large bed. Pale and bruised with stitched lacerations and butterfly sutures. “Yer gon’ be okay, ya hear me?”

Your smile was tired and small but it was genuine. “I know I am.” You opened your hand and he took it immediately, pressing his lips to your busted knuckles. “I know I am because you’ll be here to protect me, won’t you?” You blinked slowly and watched his expression fall. 

“Ya know I gotta—”

“You don’t gotta do anything.” He looked like he might start to argue so you began to sit up, wincing with an arm around your middle to brace your broken ribs. Daryl was all don’ do that and stay still but you showed him what it felt like for your pleas to be ignored. Finally upright, you panted while Carol rushed to lift the head of the bed for you. You could breathe easier sitting up. You could also look your husband in the eye properly. “All you need to do is be here with me until a plan can be made.”

Carol smirked, seeing the very moment Daryl’s resolve began to crumble. When he glanced at her, most likely for backup he knew he’d never get, she was quick to turn her head, her smile hidden behind her hand. 

He sighed, deeply but not yet resigned. “I can’ jus’—”

“Stay.” You whispered, bringing the hand that was still holding yours to your cheek. “Stay. Please.” 

And that was that. 

Carol closed the door behind her just as Daryl situated himself on the bed with you so you could settle against his chest. When it came to Daryl Dixon, there was nothing anyone could say or do once he had set his mind on something. Except she now had a secret weapon. 

You. 

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[melonbite]

drew fanart for one of my favourite bktd fics: heaven can wait by bluemoonrabbit.

even if you’ve never watched/read nge, go check it out (and then be so delighted by the fic, you go watch nge. like me!)

#bakutodo #todobaku #my hero academia #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #thanks for letting me share jackie!! idk if you’ll see thsi on tumblr but hehe💛 #hospital cw #injuries cw #hospital #injuries #i draw

[villainousauthor]

Would you plss write something where a villain and hero realize they're soulmates? Thank you<333

Hero grunted in pain as they clutched their abdomen and tried to catch their breath. Their head swam, and their vision blurred as they attempted to gain their bearings. One second, they were in a massive fight against several villains. The next, they found themselves being pushed back through a portal. Supervillain was likely to blame for that, with his ability to warp people anywhere in the world.

Hopefully, their communicator wasn't broken in battle, so they'll be able to send their location to their team. If they could even find it.

They try to stand, and immediately, their vision starts to darken around the edges and their head throbs. With a hiss they fall back to the ground.

"Careful, you probably have a concussion."

Hero cranes their neck to see Villain a few feet away, remarkably less injured and approaching. They don't have any weapons drawn, but still, hero feels their heart lurch.

They open their mouth, trying to speak. "I didn't see you go through the portal.. " Even their voice is laced with pain.

Villain is closer now and stops a few feet away, kneeling so they're at eye level. They seem to be assessing Hero's current state. Probably to see if they can easily finish them off, Hero assumes.

"I came in after you." Villain says nonchalantly, like this is the most obvious thing in the world. They eye the blood currently dripping down Hero's head, and the large gash in their arm.

Hero snort, and their chests aches in protest. "Why, to finish the job? Make sure I don't come back?"

Standing up and getting closer, Villain rolls their eyes.

"No, idiot. One day, if you die, it's not going to be at Supervillain's hands. Or because you bled out in-" Villain looks around at the tall trees, the lack of buildings or signs of civilization. "- the middle of the...pacific northwest? I don't even know where we are." They finish, unsure.

Hero tries to sit up as Villain kneels down again, closer this time. "I don't know either. I lost all my tech, I don't even have a way of contacting my team."

"Lucky for you, my stuff faired much better." Villain says smugly, and Hero wishes they could knock the look off their face. "I'll send my location to my henchmen, and they'll come to get us."

Villain reaches out for their arm, and Hero immediately finds themselves flinching away. Villain's lips press into a thin line.

"I'm not going to kill you, like I said. Unless you want to bleed out before someone arrives, you should let me treat your wounds." Villain's voice is firm as they pull a small first aid kid off their utility belt.

"I'm not going to bled out, it's not that bad." Hero tries to keep a defiant edge to their voice. For all they know, Villain will kill them, probably inject them with some poison or something just to make it easy.

"How bad did you hit your head? Are you blind suddenly? Because it looks pretty damn bad." Villain opens the small kit, showing Hero the contents. "Look, normal first aid crap." Their brows are furrowed, frustrated by Hero's reluctance.

Finally, after several tense seconds, Hero relents. They nod and slump their shoulders, as Villain moves closer now.

"The amount of trust issues you have is ridiculous..." They grumble under their breath as they slowly pull the damaged and blood-soaked sleeve of Hero's uniform back. They get a good look at the deep and long cut. Their frown deepens.

Pulling off their dirty gloves, Villain speaks again as they reach for something else.

"I'm going to have to clean this before I dress it. You might need sutures, though." Grabbing alcohol wipes, they use one hand to hold Hero's arm steady, grabbing their forearm.

Hero immediately hisses and jumps back, wrenching their arm from Villain's grasp.

"Jesus christ! Cleaning it shouldn't hurt that much!" Hero exclaims, even more tense. "What did you do, burn me?" They demand, but then they see Villain's expression. Their eyes are focused on Hero's arm, and their face looks cloudy and unreadable. They don't respond to what Hero said, like they didn't register it.

Hero looks down at their arm, and their eyes widen when they see it. Right on their arm, below the wound is a handprint. A completely different shade than Hero's skin tone, it stands out. A soulmark. Right where Villain grabbed them.

"Oh..." Is all Hero can manage to say in this moment. Villain seems to snap out of their trance and reaches for Hero's arm quickly, wrapping their hand back around where the mark is. It fits perfectly.

"This is...this really...this wasn't here before, right?" Villain asks, even though they saw Hero's completely blank and markless skin moments before. They unknowingly tighten their hold, and Hero yelps, their arm still in pain.

Pulling their hand back like they were burned, Villain finally meets Hero's eyes. "You're..." Villain trails off, shaking their head. They look away, palm to their forehead like they're trying to process this.

Hero feels like the forest floor will open up any minute and swallow them whole. If it weren't for their probable concussion, they're sure they would be taking this a lot harder. It feels like there's a charge around them now, an electrical current, live and dangerous between them.

Finally, Villain swallows and talks. "Let me just...let me just treat your wounds, and we can talk about this later." They manage.

Hero just nods as Villain returns to their first aid kit, ignoring the spark and air of tension now between them.

#hero x villain #prompts #dialogue prompt #original writing #hero #hero prompt #villain #villain prompt #villain x hero #superhero #whump #injuries #soulmates #asks #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing prompts

[lilixloveswhump]

This is your psa that not all of your writing has to be medically accurate

No, you shouldn't put alcohol on that wound. But it'd be a lot more fun to read and write if you did. So go ahead, and don't feel bad for doing so.

Bring your character back from the brink of death, give them injuries they shouldn't survive. Miracles do happen, after all. You're not a bad writer for not writing like a med student.

#whump #whumpee #whumper #whump trope #whump prompts #whumplr #caretaker #wounds #medical whump #injuries #injury whump #fatal injury #writing advice #writing

[sacredwhores]

Michael Haneke - Lemmings, Part II: Injuries (1979)

#film #michael haneke #lemmings #injuries #lemminge #verletzungen #francis bacon #1979

[andstuffsketches]

[sketchy princess tutu comic. 1. Duck proudly says "Fakir, I signed you up for the school play!" and hands him the script. Fakir takes it and deadpan reads the title "The knight who fucked up and died forever". Duck awkwardly cuts in "I-- I can't read" 2. labeled "2 days later" Fakir says, "Duck, I may be unhealthily kinning a doomed knight again--" Duck interrupts him to yell "again?" in all caps. Fakir confirms, "again". 3. fully colored illustration of Fakir (in his knight costume) and Princess Tutu, sitting on a low wall, Fakir's sword leaning next to them. They are both bloodied and bruised, slouching and staring off into space. Fakir speaks up and says "I think drama club's not for me".]

season 2 episode 5

#princess tutu #ptutu #pt #princess tutu duck #princess tutu ahiru #princess tutu fakir #fakir #fakiru #more or less #comic #comics #swearing #blood #injuries #i said she cant read bc shes a duck and i was like can she...? #actually i think she can. bc in that episode shes going shopping for the club and has a list #but she definitely didnt read the script even a little bit before giving it to her best friend lmao

[hasello]

TW: BLOOD AND INJURIES

first/next

“Have any of the boys worried the rest?” was the question. The answer is INDEED.

Notes: Raph tried to fight all the negative thought and anxiety (which I tried to show through the black fog) but only ended up wrecking his room and hurting himself. Just to be clear, in case I didn’t show it properly. Also the cup of tea was brought by his fam, but he was so out of it he didn’t even notice they visited.

#tmnt #digital #hamato family #comic #raphael hamato #hamato splinter #cousins au #procreate #fanart #tw: blood #BLOOD #tw: injuries #INJURIES #hurt/comfort #but hurt for now #please read with caution and take care of yourself!

[wolfjackle-creates]

Ask Game:

8. "Who did this to you." and 24. Showing up at friend/mentors house.

With hurt Danny and any/all of the Bats.

Okay, but holy shit, you have no idea how perfect this one is. I was imagining a scenario with both of these earlier today. This is an alternate version of Bring Me Home where Danny and Tim were online friends from the time they were preteens. The actual fic will not go this way, so I'm so excited to have an excuse to share this version with y'all.

Nonny, I absolutely love you for sending these two in (no romo).

For those who don't follow Bring Me Home. Tim's username was IKnowYourSecrets and Danny often calls him "Secrets." Danny's username was -xXPolarisXx- and Tim will call him "Polaris."

And for everyone, Sam and Tucker ended up with codenames after all their adventures in Amity. Sam is referred to as Regrowth and Tucker as Pharaoh. This will come up later in Bring Me Home, but hasn't yet (mainly bc what I'm writing now takes place before those events).

Word Count: 1.2k

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Danny's vision blurred and he felt himself fall a dozen feet. He clutched his stomach tighter and grit his teeth against the pain.

He was almost there. He could make it.

With the last of his strength, he shot an ectoblast into the sky and fell a few more feet, hitting the roof of a building. He scrapped along the rough surface and the only reason he didn't scream was because he couldn't catch his breath enough to. Everything hurt.

He couldn't even push himself up and so just lay there, trying and failing to catch his breath. Not even when he heard a strange noise and footsteps behind him could he move. He tensed as much as possible.

"Who are you?" asked a man.

Danny just groaned. He hurt. He needed Tim.

The footsteps got closer and Danny opened his eyes. When had he closed them? He saw black boots and skin-tight leggins.

Then the man was kneeling. Blue accents on his chest, a domino over his eyes.

Danny let out a sigh. It tasted of ectoplasm. "Ni-win," he slurred.

"So you know who I am, who are you? What happened? How can I help?"

"R— R'bin. Know me."

"You're looking for Robin?"

His vision was going dark. "R'bin. Yea. Secrets. Friends."

"I'll get Robin here. Can you tell me your name?"

"Polaris. Tell—" Danny coughed weakly and spat out more ectoplasm. "Tell 'im, 'M ready to accept 'is offer."

"I will," promised Nightwing.

The blackness crept in further. Danny could hear Nightwing still talking, but couldn't make out the words. Everything was getting fuzzy. But he was in Gotham. Tim was here. Tim would make it all better. He let go.

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Despite the quiet night, Tim was tense. He couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong. So when Dick's panicked voice came over the comms asking Damian about a secret friend, he was already pulling up Dick's location.

He was on the roof of Tim's civilian apartment building. Which, what?

"I do not have any secret friends," came Damian's reply.

"He's a meta. Caucasian with white hair. He's hurt bad, bleeding everywhere. Lazarus green blood—"

Tim's blood ran cold and he wished he could grapple faster. "Fuck! I'm heading to your location now. He's my friend, not Robin's. Bring him into my apartment. He needs specialized medicines and I've a supply."

"He called himself Polaris. Said he's ready to accept your offer," said Dick.

"Shit. Fuck. Okay. Eta, fifteen minutes."

"I'll get him inside."

"Don't try to treat his injuries," Tim ordered. "Human treatments won't work."

"Understood."

"And..." Tim hesitated, "Did he say how he was injured?"

"No. He passed out before he could."

Tim cursed again, but didn't reply further, despite the way the rest of his family demanded information. If it was the GIW, he'd need to arrange extraction for Sam and Tucker. But if it was Danny's parents... Well, he might just cross a line he swore he'd never cross when he first put on the Robin suit.

Fifteen minutes later, he was sliding the window to his apartment open. Dick had Danny laid out on the floor and was stripping him and pulling away loose bandages, revealing a large Y-shaped incision on his chest.

Dick looked up at him, face grim. Tim didn't let himself pause to look and ran to his bedroom and threw open his closet door. He slid open a hidden compartment revealing a safe and, with shaking fingers, punched in the code. The door swung open and he grabbed the silver-and-green case inside.

He rushed back to Danny's side. "Who did this to you?" he mumbled as he took stock of the injuries.

"Do you have any idea who might've wanted to hurt him?" asked Dick.

"With these wounds, it would be either the GIW or his parents." Tim bit back a hysterical laugh. "Been trying to get him away from them for three years now, but he swore they'd be okay once they realized who he was. Idiot." Tim bit his lip. He couldn't cry right now. He opened the case and pulled out gloves and antiseptic and began cleaning the wounds. "Dick, I need you to contact Superboy, Impulse, and Wonder Girl. Tell them Phantom's hurt bad and Regrowth and Pharaoh may need immediate extraction."

"Okay." Dick was already typing away on his phone. Moments later, it started ringing and Dick answered it on speaker.

Cassie's voice came over, "Red Robin, what's going on?"

"Phantom's been vivisected. He passed out before he could share the culprits. We're at my apartment in Gotham. If it was the GIW..."

"I'm sure Impulse is already there. I need to go home and grab my deflector first, but I'm going to get to Amity as soon as I can. We'll keep you updated."

"Thanks. Phantom's in bad shape. I don't..."

"Rob, you know what to do. We've known this was a risk for three years. You've talked to Frostbite and Regrowth and Phantom about how to best care for traumatic wounds. You're going to make sure he pulls through this."

Tim's eyes burned, but he kept working. Almost done and then he could start with the stitches. "Thanks."

"Anytime, Rob."

The call disconnected and Tim took a shaky breath. Time to start the stitches. They'd come directly from Frostbite and the thread glowed a bright, ectoplasm green.

"Tim," Dick's voice was tight, "Why do you have a case filled with Lazarus water and Lazarus-green supplies?"

"Not Lazarus water." He didn't bother explaining more. He laid the thread along the wounds and willed it to close the wound.

The thread obeyed, breaking into small pieces and sewing the skin together on his own. For the first time since he realized Danny was hurt, he smiled. Ghost medicine definitely made this part easier.

With the major injury taken care of as best as possible, Tim began checking over the rest of Danny. He had a bad burn on his left thigh, new electricity marks on his right shoulder, and his right ankle was either badly sprained or broken.

So he set to cleaning those as best he could. Creams then bandages covered the burns. The splint he laid along the ankle set itself just like the stitches had.

Dick tried to help, but Tim brushed him aside. It'd take too long to explain what had to be done.

Eventually, Dick got up and walked away. He could hear him in the kitchen area messing around in the fridge and reporting the situation over the comms, but he ignored it.

Finally, everything was categorized and bandaged to the best of his abilities. Now, for the final step. He pulled out a syringe shining bright with ectoplasm and stabbed it into a mostly-uninjured area of Danny's thigh.

Danny's back arched off the ground and he gasped, eyes flying open.

Tim leaned over him, "Danny, it's okay. You're safe now. You made it."

"Tim," gasped Danny.

"Yep. You made it. Can you tell me who did this to you?"

Danny closed his eyes and breathed out. "Mom and Dad."

Tim grasped Danny's hand. "Danny..."

Danny squeezed back. He opened his eyes and met Tim's gaze. "Still have that spare room for me?"

"I've had it since the day you died, idiot. Welcome home."

Danny gave a small smile even as tears tracked down his cheeks. "I'm home."

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Okay! That ended up being both longer and shorter than I thought it'd be. Hope you all enjoy. Thanks again for sending the prompt, Nonny! And the rest of you, feel free to keep sending some in. I'm off tomorrow and should be able to fill one or two. Any others I can work on over the course of the week.

For now, it's bedtime.

#dpxdc #ask game #prompt fill #bring me home au #au of an au #my writing #angst #danny fenton #tim drake #injuries #vivisection aftermath

[shinyhappydigistar]

Suffice to say, dinner at the Treasure Eatery is on the house tonight.

#my art #pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #elite four larry #gym leader larry #pokemon larry #staraptor #injuries

[xigrif]

"It's my 15th most favourite drink! But you should absolutely view my consumption of it as a warning sign!"

#my gifs #my characters #clancy #pd'l #injuries #sharp objects #food #flickering images #eye strain #gif

[sarathrwizard]

Angsty photo Muhahahahahah! 😈

I'm so evil! 🙃

#angst #donnie #raph #rottmnt #saverottmnt #riseofthetmnt #art #tmnt fanart #tmnt 2018 #tw blood #injuries #brains and brawn #donnie angst

[celtic-crossbow]

Whumptober 2023

No. 25 “They’re not breathing!”

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Whisperers Era

Warnings: Description of injuries, mouth to mouth resuscitation

“Y/N. Hey, hey. M’righ’ here.” Daryl sat on his knees beside you, leaning over you. “Can ya open yer eyes?”

“D-Daryl?” You obliged him but found it hard to keep your eyes open, let alone keep his face in focus. “It’s o…okay. It doesn’t…hurt.”

The archer looked at the wound in your side, still steadily oozing blood. He placed a hand over it, his expression sympathetic and guilty when you winced. 

“Okay…I… I take it…back. That…fucking sucks.”

Daryl snorted, but he couldn’t hold on to the humor. Crimson seeped from between his fingers, warm and sticky. “Jus’ hang on, y’hear me? Siddiq’s on ‘is way.”

“Tired.” You whispered, your eyes glazing over. “D…Daryl? Daryl?” There was an urgency in your tone that filled the bowman with panic. He leaned in above you with a loud plea for you to keep looking at him, but your eyes slipped shut. 

“Y/N?”

Carol sprinted over, doubling over with her hands on her knees in an attempt to catch her breath. “She okay?”

“Y/N?! Fuck!” He clumsily shook your shoulder, keeping his other hand over the wound. “She ain’t breathin’!”

“Shit.” Carol whispered, lowering to her knees opposite of Daryl to place two fingers to your carotid artery. “There’s still a pulse.” She didn’t hesitate to pinch your nose and place her mouth over yours to offer much needed oxygen to starving lungs. 

Daryl watched with grief and horror, desperate to hear you take in a breath. “C’mon.”

Carol glanced up at her best friend. “Daryl—”

“Nah. No. Don’ ya stop.” He was shaking his head adamantly, eyes fierce and nostrils flaring. He didn’t give Carol a chance to continue, taking his hand from the wound to proceed with breathing for you. Carol scrambled to put pressure back on the wound. “Ain’t losin’ ‘er.” 

Carol watched, lip quivering and eyes leaking. She pressed her fingers to your neck again. Your heart was still beating but slowing with each passing moment. Daryl continued forcing air into your lungs, begging you to respond. Carol turned when she heard Siddiq calling your name. 

“Over here!”

“C’mon, Y/N. Please.” Another breath, but this time, when he slanted his mouth over yours, you dragged in a harsh gulp of air. “Tha’s it. Good girl.” You remained unresponsive but you were breathing, sparking a flame of hope within Daryl’s chest. “Stay with me.” He could hear Siddiq right beside him now, but The archer’s eyes remained on your face. 

Carol and Siddiq scrambled to stabilize you, leaving Daryl to tether you. The wound was deep with the threat of internal injury as well. Still, Siddiq was hopeful.

“I’ll get Aaron to help us move her. We have to get her back to the infirmary.” 

Carol nodded and watched him go, her hand instinctively reaching out to squeeze Daryl’s shoulder. “She’ll be okay.”

Daryl nodded, stroking your bloody cheek with the back of his knuckles. “I know.” He brushed your damp hair off of your forehead before pressing his lips there. “Y’ain’t goin’ anywhere, Sunshine. Yer too damn stubborn fer that shit.”

Somehow, in the darkness, you could hear Daryl’s voice, leading you back to him. 

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[dashintrash]

they're friends now

#amanda the adventurer #popee the performer #injuries