#punctured lung

[whumpypepsigal]

Bones and All (2022): “He hit your lung. We gotta go to the ER.”

#whumpedit #whump #bonesandalledit #bones and all #lee #maren yearly #timothee chalamet #taylor russell #my gifs #gore tw #stabbed #coughing #gasping #collapse #bleeding #blood #heavy breathing #wheezing #punctured lung #face touching #hang on #you’re in shock #support #bones and all spoilers #oh chef’s kiss #this is such a unique and brilliant movie… loved it

[viva-la-whump]

Febuwhump Day 27

@febuwhump

LEFT FOR DEAD

Alexsandr Kallus didn’t know whether he found it difficult to breathe because of the bayonet lodged in his chest or whether it was the small mountain of dirt piled on top of him. Most likely it was both. But he doubted he’d have to worry about that much longer. Soon enough he would stop breathing altogether. 

No one was coming to save him. No one could even see him, not covered as he was from the small landslide that had buried him. Only one hand jutted out into the air and half of his face was stuck in the mud, the other half being pelted by the rain that now tried to wash the battlefield clean of the sins that had been committed here.

He had no strength to move. No voice to call out. The only thing he could do was watch. Watch as the area was combed for survivors. He saw man after man being lifted onto stretchers and rushed away to the medical tents. But they’d already passed him by. They wouldn’t be looking back at places they’d already searched.

So Kallus closed his one eye against this cruel, disinterested world, and waited for the inevitable to come.

Only, the inevitable wasn’t what he thought it was going to be.

Kallus was wrenched from the darkness as a hand grabbed his and pulled him out from under his burial mound. The motion put pressure on the bayonet and he opened his mouth in silent agony, having no air for even the tiniest whimper.

“Careful, careful!” he heard someone call, and then more hands descended on him. Gentle hands that carried him and wiped the mud from his face. Cruel hands that poked and prodded at his wound. And still there was that one strong hand that continued to grip his, never letting go. Kallus didn’t have much strength, but he used all he had to grip it back. He wanted it to stay, wanted that anchor, that surety that he wasn’t dreaming.

“You’ll be alright, lad,” a gruff voice said from somewhere above him. “We’ve got you.”

Once again Kallus closed his eyes, thinking now that maybe the world wasn’t as cruel or disinterested as he’d thought.

#febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday27 #Star Wars Western AU #left for dead #whump #angst #me #mine #fanfic #my work #Alexsandr Kallus #buried alive #stabbed #punctured lung #dispair #pain #rescue #unconscious

[blackhorndreamz]

BABYSITTER CHARGED WITH MURDER, CHILD ABUSE AFTER DEATH OF 5-YEAR OLD GIRL

BABYSITTER CHARGED WITH MURDER, CHILD ABUSE AFTER DEATH OF 5-YEAR OLD GIRL

A Wyoming babysitter has been accused of beating and killing a 5-year-old girl.   Babysitter charged with murder, child abuse after death of 5-year-old girl Police said 51-year-old Cheri Marler faces charges of first degree murder and child abuse. She has been held in a Wyoming jail without bond. “In terms of child abuse, this was for me, personally – this was one of the hardest ones I’ve ever…

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#Broken Back #Child Abuse #Murder #New Head Injury #Old Head Injury #Punctured Lung

[bodega-catto]

They were meant for each other for just one blue spring whatever

#jjk #gojo satoru #satosugu #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen #sugusato #gego #whatever Idc falls to the floor with a punctured lung #everyday I suffer

[kradogsrats]

lmao watching the titan battle again to check how many NPC soldiers were there (somewhere between 6 and 8, though in one scene there's like 9) and I am more convinced than ever that Amaya and NPC soldiers are the only ones who survived injury because they were the ones wearing fucking helmets

since, y'know, other than the one dude who gets stepped on, the consistent cause of injury and death throughout fighting both the titan and Thunder is "hit the ground really hard," so... wear your goddamn bike/motorcycle/riding helmets, kids

#'would sarai have survived if she wore a helmet like her sister' is a question that haunts me #a helmet is the majority of the difference between 'died at the scene' and 'will probably recover most functionality with years of pt' #in bike and motorcycle accidents #though i mean the problem is still being hit by several tons of steel at high velocity and you can definitely die from that #so probably sarai like... had her ribs crushed and punctured her lungs or something #BUT STILL #amaya definitely survives because of her helmet

[th3idi0tsquad]

yk that stupid thing kids would fucking do and put thumbtacks in their fucking nerf bullets?

yeah HABIT would probably do that.

#slenderverse #everymanhybrid #habit everymanhybrid #habit emh #and he just started blasting #yk poke a few holes in everybody #maybe puncture a lung #i had to post this 4 in the morning for some reason lol

[designernishiki]

is there a comprehensive list somewhere of all the serious injuries kiryu has ever gotten because man am i curious. i want to know the Full Scope of how fucked up this man’s body must be

#it’s for. science #and to appease the autism brain goblins #cause like off the top of my head. he’s been stabbed in the chest/abdomen (critically) at least 2-3 times. shot in the chest/abdomen #at least three times. more stab wounds and bullet wounds that Weren’t as serious (like in the shoulder or what have you) #a BILLION instances of blunt force trauma to the head like Jesus Christ. in yakuza 6 alone he’s clobbered in the head enough times in a row #that it’s probably equal or More to what literally Killed tachibana #his lungs have probably been punctured by bullets or whatever else a few times and yet he STILL smokes. admittedly much less than he used to #due to not wanting to do it around the kids and because there’s hardly any places you’re allowed to smoke anymore (that’s for the best #in his case) like at least he’s not as bad as akiyama. but still good god you should not be smoking at All. dr emoto should slap you #who fucking knows dude he might have only one kidney left in there at this point. his guts have been thoroughly rearranged Not in a sexy way #rambling #kiryu

[eternal-moss]

Falin panel in my style

:D I suddenly felt compelled to redraw the panel. Miss Touden you are my muse

Lineart + original panel under the cut

I mean, look at the improvement from one drawing to the other, Ryoko Kui’s art makes me think hard about anatomy + physics and it feels really good to draw :3

\/ original panel!

#I <3 female rage #This was actually so much fun but it had me searching up weird stuff like ‘human vital points’ and ‘how to draw realistic boobs’ #I still have the child safety thing on my iPad so it was hard to find 😭 #Had a lot of fun with the ripping fabric! It felt very instinctual and kinda just like scribbling #A lot of people who have been reblogging my stuff lately have been copying all of my tags. Like not just the general/organisation ones #So can you stop doing that :) thank you :) #It’s when someone reblogged it copying me talking about my crush? Or something personal? It’s really odd to copy them 1 for 1… #Falin Touden #My art #Dunmeshi #Dunmeshi fanart #Dungeon Meshi #Dungeon meshi spoilers #Dungeon Meshi fanart #Falin #Farlyn Thorden #Falin fanart #Blood #cw blood #I drew more stab points then are in the panel because Kabru stabs her 3 times (not counting the neck) in the lungs kidney and heart #But only 2 of those are visible in the panel? The lung puncture is missing so I decided to add it #gore #I mean it’s fairly mild #I cannot draw wings for the life of me thank you Ryoko Kui for helping lol #Faligon

[eggtomatosoup]

nobody gets any healing because ishmael has to stay injured for that tasty 4 coin flashing strike

#“manager can you have faust use fluid sac because i can feel my ribs puncturing my lungs fron when kromer slapped me acrossthe corpse hill” #“no i need you to roll 21. sorry. #fruitart #limbus company #cw blood #cw gore #don quixote #ishmael #dante

[patrice-bergerons]

I found this do it for her graphic saved on my phone and naturally printed it and taped it to my work station and like on one hand my productivity while in the office has never been higher but also I feel SO STRESSED because every time I want to look at my phone or take a break or something I remember how insane his work ethic used to be and feel bad rip

#literally here like #HE played thru a punctured lung and YOU need to decompress bc you have been on zoom calls for 2 hours rip

[raytm]

gepard landau felt the foreboding attendance of death for years. an acrid tang of iron in his mouth, the lances of agony across the faces of his comrades as their limbs were wrested from their bodies, bloodied streaks of red in the snow. it beset his nights with harrowing memories, screams heaving from gasping lungs, the gossamer film of white eyes that stared out into the fray, sightless. It had marked him for a fleeting life the moment he had marched out into those desolate plains, a legion of soldiers at his flank. he had thought of it many times, but a captain was not afforded the benignity of choosing his own death.

when it comes its advent is undulating roars of fire, withering skin that curls in on itself, brittle and black. it’s his comrades dying one after the other in quick succession. he has enough time to seize an opening, to give them the opportunity to rally their remaining forces, to gasp in respite and arm themselves for the onslaught. he had not left home that day knowing it was the final time, had not greeted familiar faces at the barracks and warmed his hands around a blazing flame knowing that would be his last day. when he braces for impact, serrated limbs ending in hooked talons, he spares a solitary, fleeting glance over his shoulder and commands his men to retreat. they look upon him, astonished, exhausted, covered in slick sweat and drying blood. there’s an understanding that passes between them, wordless and pervading with the knowledge that he would not be following them.

the blunt impact against his shield is so immense that it sends shudders to his bones, his teeth clacking, a lance of excruciating pain surging through his arms, burying itself in his shoulders. he sinks his boots deep into the snow, ice swelling upwards as he was plowed backwards, his entire body keens beneath the force. the monster opens its jaws, rows of serrated teeth incandescent with heat, its eyes buried deep into its carapace skull. It retracts its long, spinose pincer and brings it down again, the pressure fractures bone, he can feel the pain of it towing him backwards, forcing his senses to remain alert, to push back against the barrage of strikes. its frustrated wail carries on the wind and the next time it withdraws, inspecting him with its bulging, rotating eyes, he launches his counter attack.

the shield wedges itself under the creature’s limb, a strident crack of impact that has the monster reeling, ice burgeons from the wound, rushing up its flesh, solidifying around it. gepard heaves a searing breath in, all of his mustered strength going into holding it in place, suddenly, a sharp, blinding agony erupts from his shoulder. it had brought down its other claw, punctuating the juncture between his throat and shoulder. blood rushed to the surface, blistering against his cold skin, surging from the wound, filling the dip of his collarbone, sousing his proud, white clothes carmine. he is the last bastion between this monster and his men, so he endures with unfaltering resolve. the ice is like a starved beast, rapidly swallowing the creature, limb after limb, until it splintered the hard, outer shell of its skull and the pincer embedded in his shoulder went limp.

he sinks to his knees, it were as if all the vigour had been drained from him, his shield hitting the ground, burying into the snow. he presses his hand to the wound, staunch the blood, he remembered that, even in the amorphous haze of his wavering consciousness. but it keeps flowing, the gash is so deep it’s carved past bone, if he were to wrench it from his body it would tear open a gaping fissure in his skin.

it was cold, belobog was always cold. beside the gargantuan corpse the captain sits upright, his back flush to the jagged husk, sheltered from the wind. It was cold, it was always so cold. he had held his gloved hand against the wound until it was sodden, until his arm was heavy, until he could hold it up no longer. he yearns to keep his eyes open, the bleary winterscape feels so vast when it’s so very empty. his blinking is somnolent, the world an indistinct smear of ice and blood. if he waits here, someone will return, someone will find him. he tells himself that is why he waits, sits in silent vigil, that he will close his eyes for a moment - then awaken when someone arrives. however, when they arrived, desperately plunging through the snow, it was already far too late. the captain was cold to the touch,  delicate fractals of ice clinging to his lashes, to his hair, turning his skin to an icy pallor. he had not known it would be his last day when he joined his men on the battlefield, but there was pride in knowing he had saved them.

#⋆⁺₊❅. 𝐺𝐸𝑃𝐴𝑅𝐷 𝐿𝐴𝑁𝐷𝐴𝑈. › 𝐢𝐜. #character death / #gore / #it went so deep through him it probably could have punctured a lung but u know. #gepard drabble

[viva-la-whump]

Whumptober - Day 25

Chapter 20

Prompt 2 - Delirium

Thrass sat with Thrawn, the latter lying fitfully on a bed in their small medical facility. His eyes moved rapidly behind his closed lids, his brow furrowed, face tight with pain. His breathing was shallow but steady, the treatment for his ribs and lungs constricting their movement. The medicine he’d been given for the radiation sickness worked through him, fighting to kill off the poison in his body, leaving Thrawn feverish and, at times, delirious.

He would mutter things upon occasion – sometimes in Basic, but most often it was in Cheunh. And Thrass responded in kind.

“It’s alright,” he said in their native tongue. “You’re safe now. I’m here, Thrawn.”

Thrawn. After all these years… Thrass blinked back tears, his own breath coming in a shaky gasp. He didn’t know how he’d gotten here or why, and he didn’t know who these two armored men standing over them were, but right now he didn’t care. At long last, he had his brother back.

#Whumptober2023 #no.2 #Delirium #Star Wars #fic #Day 25 #bedside vigil #tears #medical setting #radiation poisoning #broken ribs #punctured lung #fitful sleeping #pain

[melit0n]

Sat with my dad and watching him explain some of the most horrific, grisly, life-threatening injuries a cyclist had gotten with the calmest look on his face

#'Oh hey! Where's ___? Isn't he meant to be in this one?' #proceeds to give me the most indetail description of every injury the guy got like he was there #is this a cyclist dad thing?? Along with him somehow remembering every cyclists name but not my friend's?? #'Yep...a punctured lung...three broken ribs…lost one of his eyes...brain damage. The usual.' #and I'm just sat there like 😟 #get's worse when he can't find a word in English and we're trying to figure out what it is so we're mumbling to eachother in French -> #about how he's either broken his leg or punctured his pancreas or something #they're always going through one of Hercules' ten labours I swear #doing anything BUT cycling #mel's thoughts

[moodyseal]

Brb I'm overthinking the placement of injuries in the Riordanverse

#it started with me thinking about tbm and then about my exams #and somehow it all went down the road of 'how the fuck did lester survive stabbing himself' #like okay. he was going to stab his heart. he missed. okay #what DID he stab #because like. the heart is placed right in the middle of the lungs #above it there's a bunch of veins and arteries and the aortic arch and whatnot #below there's the diaphragm #did he puncture a lung? or stab those very important parts above the heart? #reasonably he could've punctured a lung given how he talked about his lungs filling with hot sand or whatever #but then how did medea's little vial of unidentified medicine fix it #and how did the dryad heal him after removing the clot #if the arrow somehow stabbed his diaphragm HOW did it dodge that far. how much can it move #HOW DOES IT WORKKK #lonely thoughts

[mortemappetens]

"I can't stop the bleeding"

Another one from Sea Glass Gardens by polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup/Syn.

I, uh, got a little lazy with the gore and the veins and all. Well, that and I'm still getting the hang of drawing again.

Nanami a sweaty bitch.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #megumi fushiguro #nanami kento #sea glass gardens #nanami it's Megumi. I can't stop the bleeding #I feel like I should probably be plugging my own fics #but I dont think im ready for that just yet #realising too late meg's shoud've been bleeding from the mouth #not from the head #punctured lung and all

[klance-one-standing]

langsty langst langst

#punctured lungs #hanahaki #klance #ao3