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cctvarchive · 6 months
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SALVE, ITALY.
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omarfor-orchestra · 2 months
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soulinkpoetry · 9 months
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When we lay out our words for everyone to see, we also expose our wounds.
Someone ask me once why don’t I keep my writings to myself. I think even if one person can relate to my words and feel understood by someone, it’s worth me putting my wounds on display.
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therecipelibrary · 9 months
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Content warning: Remedies, not Recipes, also kind of gross.
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Salve, various remedies, and Something I have Never seen in a cook book. 🤨
-Ladies Guide, or Skillful Housewife 1852
***Don't do Any of This.***
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carfuckerlynch · 2 months
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laying in bed absolutely inundated with salves and potions
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kat-enkatt · 4 months
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hey, i’m learning italian and does anyone know the difference between ciao and salve? arent they both just hello? help me
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em-writes-stuff · 1 year
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salve
@whumpril day 6
medic, villain, henchman, hero
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warnings: branding, burns, implied future violence
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The smell of burnt flesh hangs in the air, Hero leaves the room, slamming and locking the door behind him. Villain’s trapped in the room with it, it suffocates her and she thinks she might die from it.
Henchman rolls onto his side, his arm cradled against his chest. He stifles a whimper and breathes sharply in and out, keeping the tears in his eyes from falling.
Villain watches him try to convince himself that it’s not as big of a deal as they both know it is, watches him shake it off like Hero didn’t just brand him, like he’ll be able to ignore this like any other scar. They both know it’s not. 
The door unlocks and opens and Medic scurries in the room with them. It coughs and pulls its shirt over its nose and mouth, “I told him to open a window.” it mutters to itself. “He never listens to me.” 
Villain says a silent thank you and watches the light filter into the room. Medic turns with its hands on its hips and frowns, “Just Henchman?” 
Villain nods, “He’s not going to keep me alive for much longer, what would be the point?” 
“I guess,” Medic shrugs. 
It drops a small bag onto the ground next to Henchman and unzips it. Rifling through the bag, Medic keeps an eye on Henchman until it finds what it’s looking for, “Here we go,” it says quietly. “Stay still. This is going to sting going on but it’ll keep infection away.” 
Before Henchman can pull his arm away, Medic squeezes the tube and a huge glob comes out on Henchman’s arm. It holds his wrist tightly and spreads the salve around the burn, making sure that it covers the whole brand. 
It stands up and turns to Villain, “You’ll need to reapply it every few hours and keep the dirt out of it. He should get as much rest as he can manage so it heals faster. Hero wants it to look nice.” 
Villain takes the salve from it and tucks it into her sleeve, she nods and Medic leaves the room, leaving the door unlocked behind it.
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part two?
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whump-about-it · 1 year
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Salve/ Pain Killers/ Bad Coping Mechanisms
@whumpril day 6
CW: swearing, drug abuse, implied slavery, suggestion of alcohol abuse
Caretaker watched as Whumpee held their hand in front of their face and spread their fingers, examining the damage of their latest fight. Caretaker had managed to get the bleeding to stop before Whumpee insisted they stop toughing them. They were surprised Whumpee had let them do that much since they had a bad habit of insisting they could do everything on their own.
There was a nasty cut on Whumpee's palm and a bite mark below their thumb. Their knuckles were bruised and cut, and Caretaker could now see how their wrist was swelling and the way they winced when they rotated their hand. No wonder they had wanted Caretaker to stop touching them, they had been holding them by the wrist.
"Here" Caretaker pulled some salve from their first aid kit and held it out to Whumpee who looked at it suspiciously. "Put it on the cuts it should help them heal."
"What kind of bullshit is that?" Whumpee huffed but took the salve anyway.
"Modern medicine. Something you'd know a little bit about if you ever went to a hospital."
"I hate doctors" Whumpee told Caretaker flatly for about the 500th time since they'd met. Caretaker had never met anyone who consistently needed a doctor more, or had seen one less. They supposed that was why they kept them around. Caretaker was by no means a medical professional, but they knew the basics. Including how not to ask too many questions.
Caretaker watched as Whumpee applied the salve, then passed over the gauze and bandages.
"You should really get your wrist x-rayed though"
"It's just a sprain." Whumpee insisted. "I've broken it before, I know what it feels like."
"Of course you've broken it before" Caretaker mumbled to themselves, then raised their voice "At least buy a brace for it so you don't hurt it more."
"A brace won't fit it with the bandages."
"It would if you did an actual medical wrap."
Both Caretaker and Whumpee looked down at Whumpee's hand. They had used up almost the entire roll of gauze bandaging it. Only instead of bandaging their hand Whumpee had absentmindedly wrapped it as though they were going to be boxing.
"Oh," Whumpee muttered uncomfortably. Their normally stoic exterior cracked a bit as they began to unwrap the excess gauze. "Sorry."
By the time Whumpee finished rerolling the unneeded gauze Caretaker had had enough of watching them wince at the pain of trying to hold their wrist still.
Caretaker got up and poured Whumpee a glass of water, handing it to them as they began to rummage through the first aid kit again.
"Got anything stronger?"
"Yep" Caretaker pulled the bottle of painkillers they had been looking for out of the first aid kit and held them out to Whumpee. Their reaction was instantious, but no where near the reaction Caretaker had been expecting.
Whumpee jumped out of their seat as though Caretaker had just brandished a gun at them and took several steps backwards.
"What the hell Caretaker!" They cried. "Put those away!"
"Seriously!" Caretaker cried back "They're just pain killers. I'm not trying to poison you!"
"Just put them away Caretaker. Please."
"Fine!" Caretaker relented only because they weren't sure they had ever seen that look on Whumpee's face before. "What were you planning on taking for your hand then?"
"Nothing" Whumpee insisted sitting back down, though they still looked oddly uncomfortable.
"You can't be serious! That's a bad sprain! And the cut on you palm has got to be killing you."
"It's not that bad."
"You always say that. But I can see you flinching. Are you some kind of sadist or something?"
"First of all, the word you're looking for is masochist. And secondly, don't be gross." Whumpee huffed. They looked back down at their hand, winced for the umpteenth time then looked back up at Caretaker who raised an expectant eyebrow. Caretaker was a patient person. But their patience only went so far, and Whumpee couldn't really expect them not want an explanation.
"You know how I used to work for Whumper right?" Whumpee said after a long silence.
"Yes" Caretaker answered not able to totally keep the distain out of their voice. They hadn't known Whumpee then. Nor had they ever met Whumper. And Whumpee had only ever brought them up a few times. But they had heard through the grape vine that saying Whumpee had "worked" for Whumper was a bit of a stretch. It implied they had had a choice in the matter.
Whumpee ignored Caretaker's tone and carded their good hand through their hair.
"They like fighting. They liked when I fought. They'd make me do it a lot. It didn't matter if I was still injured from the last one. Concussions, broken hands, cracked ribs. If I could still swing, I could fight."
"Luckily, Whumper had a friend... A doctor, as long as we're putting everything on the table. They used to get me free pain killers to manage all my injuries. They didn't seem to care about what or how much I was taking as long as I was keeping up with Whumper's demands."
"Pretty quickly I figured out that they worked just as well for the mental pain as they did the physical. Even after I got out, it took me a long time before I stopped taking them. And if I'm being honest the only reason I did was because I couldn't afford the habit. It wasn't until I was clean that I realized how fucked up the whole thing was. Anyway, I'd rather just deal with the pain than go back to that."
The two sat in silence for awhile while Caretaker tried to process everything Whumpee had just told them. It explained a lot. Like why they hated doctors. And why they liked picking fights.
"I'm sorry." Caretaker finally said "I didn't know."
"Well I don't try and advertise it." Whumpee said with a shrug and a half smile.
"Understood" Caretaker responded "Can I at least get you some ice though? For the swelling?"
"Yeah, I don't have a problem with ice. And a beer if you've got any."
"Sure thing" Caretaker said over their shoulder on their way to the freezer. "But you know alcohol is a slippery slope too."
"Let me deal with one problem at a time." Whumpee called back.
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salvedevelopment · 11 months
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I'm really excited to finally get the word out there! Check out the new announcement trailer for SALVE! Let me know what you think, and please share it with your friends!
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odigodisse · 27 days
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blogdorodrigomorais · 1 month
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Life behind bars 🚴
Eat 🍌 Sleep 💤 Pedal 🚴 Repeat 🔁
Keep calm ☺️ and pedal on 🚴
Pedal damn it 🚴💪🦵
🫵 Don’t stop when you’re tired 😩😓😪😥😫😰😣😖🥱😮‍💨🥵 Stop when you’re done 🎯✅
Siga, salve, compartilhe, comente e curta 👊
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omarfor-orchestra · 4 months
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Pov: È cominciata la seconda stagione di UnProfessore
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snaillamp · 9 months
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Jod - day 2
I’ve finally finished my exams and passed all my exams the study killed me but it payed off! Anyway I’ve finally caught up with @juneofdoom so I will be spamming everything in the next few days. The paramed student in me came out in this one cause I was in exam mode, but it should be fun. enjoy :)
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Day 2: “Get in” | Sobbing | Survivor’s guilt | Salve |
Sam ran through the forest, the brush scraping at his bare legs. Their bare feet didn’t even feel the sharp rocks anymore because they were so numb. They scrambled over a boulder, glancing up at the sky. The full moon was a blessing and a curse, it was easier to find his way but he also was easier to track. He heard a crunch behind him and sprang off the rock, bounding between the trees yet again. “SAM! GET BACK HERE YOU SON OF A BITCH!” A voice howled into the night. Sam wiped a tear from his face and pushed further into the trees. He tripped on a small log and stumbled, before jumping up and sprinting again.
The voice behind him kept calling out into the darkness, and Sam felt his lungs protest as he pushed on. Suddenly, the trees began to thin out, and in the distance Sam saw a road. He stopped for a second to catch his breath, before looking back and taking off. He broke through the tree line, glancing, desperate for any indication of a car’s headlight. He decided to take the direction towards on coming traffic, hoping against all hope that there would be one person up this late at night driving through the middle of nowhere.
He couldn’t run anymore, slowing to a jog and then a walk. The adrenaline coursing through his veins made him want to keep going but he couldn’t. He stumbled a little, his head feeling heavy, when he heard footsteps behind him. “Found ya.” Sam’s blood froze, the voice of his captor was right over his shoulder. He felt a hand grab his shoulder, but he pulled out of attacking off down the road again. “YOU CAN’T RUN FOREVER SAMMY BOY!” The heavy pounding of boots against the bitumen followed Sam, getting closer and closer until the world around them lit up in a bright light.
The rumble of an engine came to a stand still, as the car pulled off the road. Sam covered his eyes as he squinted into the light, watching the silhouette of the driver exit the car. They weren’t tall, but looked strong, if their arms were any indication in the bright light. “You alright kid?” The man had a nice voice, low and calm. Sam couldn’t make words come out of his mouth, so he just stood there in the light, breathing heavily, his heart pounding.
“He’s fine.” The rough voice behind Sam replied. “Ok…” the driver turned their head skeptically. He walked over to Sam, turning to look at him in the light, and Sam looked over at him, mentally screaming for help. Despite being 17, Sam was almost the same height as this guy, he had shiny, black hair tied back in a pony tail and black eyes, but it was hard to tell much in the bright light. A leather jacket fitted nicely over his shoulders, underneath, a t-shirt and some faded, ripped black jeans. Sam looked at his feet, combat boots. 


As his eyes adjusted Sam heard the voice of his captor try to explain that he had found him running in the woods and was trying to help him. The driver turned to Sam and gently asked him questions. “What’s your name, kid?” Sam’s teeth chattered as he wrapped his arms around himself, as a way to conserve warmth and comfort himself. “S-S-S-Sam-m.” He stuttered. “Can you tell me what’s going on Sam?” The man’s voice deepened as he stood a little taller. Sam glanced at his captor, a tall, broad guy with a long, wild beard and greasy unkempt hair. “Sam?” The driver asked, putting a warm hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Is what he said true?”
Sam looked up at his captor, who’s eyes were aflame with rage, trying to hold in his anger. If the driver left them alone, he would have to go back, he didn’t want to go back… Sam found himself shaking his head before he realised what he was doing, before stopping suddenly. “Right… Sam do you need help?” The driver’s hand gripped Sam’s shoulder a little more firmly, but Sam found it reassuring, the firm grip was strong and steadying. Sam nodded his head, averting his eyes from his captor’s. “Is this man someone you can trust?” Sam’s breath hitched before he whispered a very quiet “…no…”
The driver pulled Sam a little closer to him, before turning them around and guiding Sam towards his car. “Wait.” The captor’s voice growled. “Ya ain’t goin’ anywhere with my son.” Sam watched as the corner of the driver’s mouth quirked up a little. “Aren’t I?” The driver put himself between Sam and the captor, “Why?” The driver rubbed his hands together to warm them in the cold. “I’nt lettin’ ya go!” His voice was getting higher with the frustration of the situation. “Well, I’m going to go and you’re going to let me. OK?” The driver’s calm voice stayed level as the stood between the two people. The man took a step towards the driver who stood his ground. “You wanna intimidate me old man? Go right ahead.” He flashed a smile, as the taller man bristled. “I’ll smash you into the road until they won’t know if you were a deer or a man!” The driver nodded calmly, considering the threat “No, we are going to go.” He took a step back as the captor took a step forward. “Sam.” He gestured at the car with his head, “Get in.”
Everything happened so fast. Sam climbed into the back seat of the car as the driver leapt into the front seat, whilst their adversary lunged toward them. Before the driver could close the door it was ripped open and the bearded man wrapped his meaty hands around the driver’s neck. The driver grunted and struggled as the bearded captor tried to squeeze the life from him. The driver somehow managed to twist the keys in the ignition, causing the car to start with a rumble that startled his attacker. In that brief moment, the driver’s combat boot clad foot pushed the bearded man off them, then they reached out, pulling the door shut and locked it.
The car sped off down the road as the bearded man was left in the darkness, doubled over and howling. Sam climbed into the front seat as the driver coughed a little, rubbing his neck where bruises were already forming. He glanced at Sam, “You alright?” His voice was a little raspy, but he seemed otherwise unharmed. Cranking up the heat in the car as they sped way too fast down the road, until they were sure they were far enough away to be safe.
The man pulled over and rubbed his neck, and Sam felt a pang of guilt, “I’m sorry.” He muttered quietly. The driver smiled kindly, “Nah, it was worth it.” he pulled off his jacket and wrapped it around Sam’s shoulders, before untying his boots and handing Sam his socks. “Warm up lil’ buddy. You’re safe now.” Sam gratefully accepted the clothes, the socks stung a little to put on but the jacket was warm. It smelled like old leather and mint. “I’m Cody by the way.” The driver said absentmindedly, pulling down the sun visor to examine his wounds in the mirror. “Eh, they look fine. Let’s get going.”
Cody’s face was serious as he focused on the road. “So, what was the deal with that?” He asked as he glanced in the rear view mirror. “I don’t know him. “He found me on the streets and he… he took me out here a few months ago, to his log cabin and kept insisting I was his son. Kept trying to convince me not to join the war, that it wasn’t worth it. When I tried to leave he would-” Sam’s voice caught in his throat.
Cody frowned and looked over at Sam, concerned. “Well it’s a good thing I was around then. We are about an hour from a town with a hospital, we can get you fixed up there.” He tucked a strand of hair that fell from his face behind his ear, before making an annoyed sound and pulling the hair tie out of his hair all together. “Useless thing.” He muttered to himself. Sam didn’t know why but that made him laugh.  Cody smiled softly.
The moon was beginning to set as they drove into town, if you could even call it that. Dilapidated houses lined the streets, and as they drove down the main street, the neon ‘OPEN’ sign of a shop flickered on and off, well mostly off. They pulled up to a small brick building, illuminated by an old yellow streetlamp and soft lights from inside. Parking the car, Cody walked around to Sam’s side and opened the door. “Did you want me to carry you inside? The grounds a little sharp.” He looked at the gravel of the car park.
“No, I can do it.” Sam said as he popped down onto the ground. He winced a little as the feeling had started to come back into his feet after all, even though they still felt so numb. He hobbled to the main door marked ‘ENTRANCE’ and made his way to a chair. Cody walked to the the admissions desk and spoke to the nurse in hushed murmors for a while before Cody gestured for Sam to follow.
They went down a short hallway, before entering the main treatment area. The nurse told Sam to sit on the bed while he got supplies. Cody tied his hair back again and used the hand sanitiser attached to the wall. “What are you doing?” Sam asked, watching as Cody pulled on gloves. “Well I work here, so I guess you’re my patient now, hey?” He smiled as the nurse came back with a rolling table stocked with stuff. “Let’s sort those feet out first Dan.” Cody said to the nurse, as he looked down the hallway.
Sam noticed that smeared, bloody footprints lead down the hall and to his bed. “Oh…” he muttered. Dan and Cody worked to pull the socks off Sam’s feet, clean them and dress them. Sam signed in relief when a smooth, cool salve was applied to the aching cuts and scrapes, making them feel less painful. The two men worked to rub the salve all over Sam’s wounds, the cold cream working wonders on his aching cuts.
After, they did a full set of vitals, checking him from head to toe, while Sam sat there, his eyes slowly closing. “I think he’s falling asleep.” Dan exclaimed, but Cody’s calm voice said somewhere in the distance, “Let him sleep. He’s been through a lot.”
~ Cody’s masterlist ~
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Whumpril 2023 - Day 6
I haven't had much Sam muse until my good friend brought this up! Something short and sweet and peaceful. Northlight belongs to @comfy-whumpee!!
TWs: burns
Salve | Painkillers | Bad Coping Mechanisms
"Thank you." Samuel said, getting out his first aid kit. "I know it can feel like a lot to reach out when you've been hurt." He carefully rolled Northlight's pants leg up, exposing the burned skin underneath.
"I should be thanking you." Northlight said, one hand coming to rest on Samuel's shoulder. "I showed up hurt without warning and you let me in anyway."
Samuel smiled at them, glancing up as he pulled the burn salve from the carefully labeled compartment and uncapped it. "Nonsense." He said. "You're always welcome here, no matter how much blood you are or aren't losing."
Carefully, Samuel started applying the cream. As little pressure or contact as possible, with gloved fingers steadied by too much practice. "Just tell me if anything is uncomfortable, or too tight." He said, replacing his gloves to start the bandaging process.
Northlight just sighed, relaxing back into the worn couch. "No, no." He said, peace replacing the tension that had initially filled his brow. One by one, Samuel secured the bandages over the burns. "This is perfect."
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whump-they-it-is · 1 year
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Whumpril
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As I lay dying 2013
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goodthingstoknoww · 1 year
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