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Whump Prompt #1057
Anon asked:
Prompts to do with the Whumpee losing their wings?
How were the wings lost?
A traumatic injury - were they broken beyond repair?
Were they torn off in a freak accident?
Were they cut off by a collector/torturer?
Through a magical ritual in which someone deems them unworthy of having wings?
They feel unbalanced after losing their wings; it takes them a lot of time to get used to walking without the added weight. People still ask them why they’re careful walking around places with items that can be knocked over - it’s just from instinct that they now have to unlearn.
They get phantom pains/itches from feathers they no longer have.
Maybe they carry around a scale/feather (whatever the wings were made of), as a way to carry around that part of themselves.
The scars on their back are huge. They’re ugly and jagged and tender to the touch.
If their wings are sold: how do they feel when they come face to face with them framed in the villains lair?
Are they outcast from their family/people seeing that they no longer have their wings? How do they make it on their own?
Now that they have to walk everywhere, they are exhausted - they have to relearn their limits.
#whump#wings#wing whump#scars#writing#prompts#non-con body modifications#torture#trauma#traumatic injury#angst#aftermath of injury#aftermath of trauma#unlearning instinct#exhaustion
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Title: Sleepless Hollow
Fandom: Hollow Knight
Characters: The Pale King, The Pure Vessel
Word Count: 970
Summary: Pendry sees Hollow wandering the hallways late at night. He goes to find out what bothers them.
Set in the universe of Off Balance.
@sicktember
#hollow knight#fanfiction#sicktember 2022#the pale king#the pure vessel#sick!hollow#caretaker!pk#sleepless nights#traumatic injury#old pains#littlewritesstuff
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Whumptober '22
Day 6. Proof of Life
-"I got a pulse"
Character/Setting: Macaw from my project 'Social Throwaways'. Diving into details of his past. This drabble covers the story of one of his significant scars and why he still has a limp to this day.
TW?: traumatic injury, gore.
Just a little deep dive into why Macaw is as screwed up as he is.
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James and Otto walked around the scene of the backlot of the storehouse. The dusty gravel recently tore up and the smell of smoke and burnt rubber still fresh.
The two walked calmly around the mess, James being on edge, Otto not really bothered by anything, with only one thing on his mind. Did the job get done?
Both the men spotted Dustin. Pinned between the front end of a wrecked car and the cinder block side of the abandoned warehouse. Otto sighed looking at him from a distance, but quickly moved on, continuing to scan the area. James was more worried about his accomplice. But he knew better than to run off and go check on him, and followed Otto around the lot instead.
Finally Otto approached the vehicle after observing the area more thoroughly. Chunks of plastic and broken glass lay shattered about. Dustin's dirt bike was off to the side, looking just as sorry as the car. Maybe more so.
Otto looked up at Dustin and shook his head, "well, that's a shame isn't it?" He pointed to the lifeless body. Pinned at the waist by crunched metal. To James, it sounded like he didn't actually care at all about Dustin.
He tried to keep his attention to what Otto was doing, instead of the man curled over onto the hood. It was hard to focus on Otto when his friend was there, limp. His eyes still left half open, peering absently.
It sent chills through James. He's seen death, but it hit different, being it someone who he actually knew well.
Otto looked into the driver side window, glass broke out, along with the front windshield. Another lifeless body sat slumped against the steering wheel. Blood and cuts across his face, probably more elsewhere where eyes couldn't see. But most notable were the bullet holes in the body in the chest and one to the neck. Otto smirked.
"He got the job done. Good for him. He didn't disappoint." Otto stood up. Brushing his hands against his clothes to knock off any glass. "Now, go see if you can find the gun. I'm sure it's dropped somewhere around here. Shouldn't be too far from Dustin." Otto looked around himself briefly to see if he could spot it. But then turned his attention back to the car, and started opening doors and rummaging. He seemed more concerned about losing a gun than losing one of his men.
With hesitation, James walked over closer to where Dustin was up against the wall. He didn't want to look at it. He didn't want to see the carnage up close. He didn't know if he could stomach it. Again, death, blood, none of it ever bothered him. But this was different. He had known Dustin for about five years now.
He did his best, not to look at him. He wondered what Otto was going to do. Just leave the both of them out here to rot? It wasn't like the authorities would care too much. Just a squabble between two Rats. Who cares - feed the wildlife.
With a long breath, James got down on his hands and knees and peered under the car. Various fluids were dripping and puddling on the ground. Oil, coolant, probably wiper fluid, and scarlet. He kept telling himself that it was transmission fluid. But he knew. It was less centered around the underside of the car and more towards the boots and legs he could see just past the front two tires.
No gun.
He stood and walked around to the other side of the car, still not ready to fully look at his friend. He scanned, and scanned. He got down again and looked under. At this angle, he thought he could see the revolver. It was wedged in Dustin's hand, against the building with the rest of him. He didn't see it from the other angle.
He gathered himself, took a moment and stood to actually get close to the body. James approached, and just studied him. He almost got out of the way, but was a few seconds too slow. Most of his left half caught. But his right side relatively freed from the metal and concrete. James reached and pulled the gun out and set it on the hood of the car. He didn't check if it was still loaded, just made sure it wasn't pointing at anyone. He was too numb to really care at that moment.
It almost brought tears to his eyes. He may not have been the closest friends with Dustin, but they had been through some tough jobs together, they lived under the same roof, and would bicker back and forth when they had free time.
"Well, you did it." James laid a gentle hand on Dustin's shoulder. Talking to him in a quiet friendly voice. "You got a satisfied approval from Otto. Feel proud of yourself." He smiled, but that was only to stop his eyes from watering. "Us boys are going to miss your shit ass comments. Please, whatever afterlife there is, don't leave your smart ass remarks behind. Take them with you and give the devil a run for his money." He let out a weak laugh.
But something caught his attention. He bent down closer to the slouched body and just listened. As if he were startled, he jumped back.
"Sir! He's alive!" James yelled. Astonished. "Barely. But I think he's actually breathing." He continued to yell.
Otto came over, intrigued by this finding. He grabbed Dustin by the hair and forced his head and body back up against the wall. The older man leaned in close and put a listening ear against his chest.
"Well, I'll be damned." He let go and Dustin's body hit the hood of the car with a thud. James winced at the sound and sight of that. Otto then wrapped a hand around Dustin's throat, just above the tight chain collar. "Yup. Can barely feel a pulse. But it's there." He stood back, rethinking some things.
"What are we going to do?" James looked panicked now. Frantically looking back and forth between the car and Otto.
If Otto were alone, he would just leave Dustin here. He really didn't think the Rat was going to make it, nor did he want to spend the time and effort trying to do something about the situation. He was in his death throes. But, thinking more on James' panic. He did spend an awful amount of money and time. The things he invested into Dustin almost made him despise him. Both one of his greatest prides, and biggest nightmares. He took some more time to think. He wasted way too much of his life on Dustin to not at least attempt to see if he'd pull through.
Otto went back to the driver side of the car, opened the door and ripped the dead body out of the seat. Then with a forceful click of the shifter, the car jerked into neutral. "Go ahead. Push." Otto said lazily. Not a single sense of thrill in his voice.
As soon as Otto got the car in neutral, James rushed in between the wall and it. Giving it his all, he leveraged himself against the wall to push.
The car started to budge, slowly rocking and jerking back. Catching in the grooves left by spun tires in the sand. But it was moving. It moved enough to let Dustin go. He buckled and crashed to the ground like a rag doll.
"Sorry buddy, sorry." James quit pushing then immediately got down on the ground with him. Otto came back around to the front of the car.
"If you want to remotely try and save his life. You're going to have to figure out how to stop that bleeding." Otto leaned over the hood of the car and pointed to the torn fabric of Dustin's jeans.
Ripped deep and long. James could see into the flesh of Dustin's thigh. The fabric embedded into the nasty gash in places. Sand deep in the wound and clumping together with pooled blood. The whole thing started just above his waist line and warped itself towards his inner thigh.
James saw how the dirt was crusting in and around the now freely bleeding tear. It gave him an idea. He peeled the wet denim away to expose the bare skin and flesh of the man's leg, and then started taking handfuls of dirt and sand and packing it into the wound. As he stuck his fingers into the gash, James swore it was deep enough he could feel bone. He gagged and had to take a moment to compose himself. Covering his mouth with a bloody hand.
Otto watched, a little baffled. But then got down with the two to observe.
James looked over at Otto's curiosity. "You get a scraped knee, you rub dirt in it. Same concept." He said and continued to shovel dirt until it was packed hard. Ignoring the urge to vomit as he had his fingers poking around in Dustin's mutilated flesh.
Otto shrugged. He thought it was creative, but didn't think it was going to do jack. He turned his attention to Dustin's face and grabbed it to peel his eyelids all the way open. His eyes were dull and listless. Otto really didn't think anything was going to come of this. He figured he'd lose enough blood by the time they made it to the van, that Dustin would be nothing more than a hunk of meat they were going to haul back to home. But, he gave kudos to Dustin. Keeping himself alive this long, but more than likely, he had an artery severed and moving the car only sped up his demise.
James took his belt and drew it tight around Dustin's leg, with hopes he put it in the right spot to help anything. "Okay, we gotta go. We gotta get him help."
Otto dropped Dustin's head again, and leaned down to listen. One could barely see his chest rise or fall when he decided he was going to take a breath. The only way to see for certain that he was alive was to just listen.
"He's still alive - somehow." Otto said, almost disappointed as he listened to the man's heart frantically beating and tripping over itself. "Well, go ahead and drag him to the van." Otto got up and started walking. Leaving James to deal with Dustin.
Wasting no time. James hopped to his feet and began positioning himself and Dustin in the best way to get him to the van. Dustin was taller and heavier than James. This was going to be a difficult feat. Hopefully Otto would pull the van up once he got to it.
James slung Dustin's arms around his shoulders and held them tight as he started to slowly drag the unconscious man towards the vehicle. He thought about just how painful this would have been for Dustin if he were awake. But the fact he was unaware of everything going on right now was for the better.
Otto came up in the vehicle some minutes after. James rested Dustin against the wheel well and opened the back doors. With a little might, and manhandling. James pulled his friend into the service bed of the van, then got into the front seat with Otto.
Otto could see how shaken James seemed by all this. "Get used to it." His voice cold.
James snapped his neck to look at Otto. Caught off guard by the statement.
"You're fellow men dying. Disappearing. Getting hurt. It's part of this life. Get used to your friends being plucked off here or there." Otto cleared his throat. "The only reason I'm going out of my way to entertain the idea that that Rat behind us is going to live, is because he's been a pet project of mine for quite some time. It would be a shame if I just left him for the flies if he's still kicking. But he gets this one chance from me. Next time he winds up in a situation like this, he's done." Otto let out a little bit of an angry rant.
James stayed silent.
#whumptober2022#no.6#i got a pulse#oc#fic#writing#traumatic injury#gore#blood#car wreck#social throwaways#eyes talks#dustin#original character#writblr#writing prompt#whump
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Curse you, Internal Injury!
Who are you?
Where are you? In the torso? In the legs?
Do we know about you because we can sense you from outside? Is there swelling? Is there (dis)coloration of the skin? Is the adbomen rigid?
Do we know about you because an imagery was done of you? If so, what do you look like? Medium or massive? What was hit? A bone? A blood vessel? An organ?
You come with friends! Who accompagny you? Nausea and Vomiting? Cold sweaty skin? Right-sided pain? Left-sided pain?
Tell us more about you!!!
I'm begging you.
Internal Injury is such a general term... I feel like you could be anyone when I want to know the special you, that will impact the story in your specific way.
Let us know you, so that we will know what our little mew-mew is facing!
#star wars#the clone wars#tcw#story#story telling#writers#writing#internal injurie#fanfic#fanfic writing#story writing#writers on tumblr#medical#medical issues#traumatic injury#internal injury
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Life in the hospital......
Its been a little over a month and I'm still here, a month and five days but who's counting. I'm supposed to be going home Tuesday but that changed to Wednesday might not seem that bad but thinking about another day here makes me want to rip my hair out. Its really not that bad here the nurses and doctors are really nice and every thing I've been learning is gonna help me out in the long run. Its just thinking about not being home when I'm so close to leaving just puts me in a sour ass mood. Its kinda funny if I really think about it because not that long ago I was crying and having panic attacks because I was scared to go home lol.
While I sat here waiting to be admitted to be admitted into the inpatient rehab program (a program on the 4th flooring specializing in the treatment and rehabilitation of people with spinal cord injuries) time just went slow af. The days dragged by I was ready to go into the program but just a little overwhelmed. When I saw my first schedule of therapies for the following day I almost had a panic attack. On my first day of therapies it was kinda fun. But I was so tired going from weeks of sitting in bed to all of a sudden just being busy for about 6 hours was a lot. I couldn’t even finish my last session.
But as time went by I got so used to the routine and it wasn’t as overwhelming as I thought it would be. I ended up loving all my therapies. I was actually getting real comfortable there even while having a broken neck and being paralyzed from the chest down. (I have a c7 vertebrae fracture that caused a spinal cord injury, I’ll get into the details of my injury in another post.) it’s weird to say but the hospital was starting to feel like home.
I got close with a lot of the staff there. Honestly I’ll always have so much love for those people because they helped out so much in the most difficult part of my life. You end up looking at these people like friends and family when your there for so long. So small update it took me a few days to write this post because there was always so much going on at the hospital, but we finally left Harborview and we got home yesterday.
Transitioning from the hospital to being home is a very chaotic thing. We freak out we laugh we cry but it’s all a learning experience. But that’s a story for another time also.It feels good to get my thoughts and feelings out and I don’t know if anybody will actually read this but if you do thanks.
#sci#spinal cord injury#hospital#hospitalization#traumatic injury#life experiences#personal thoughts#my writing
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As someone who is somewhat of a “veteran” of the online ND community, I’m disappointed in the lack of positivity and love for lesser known diverse cognitive conditions, and the opposing abundance of posts about “cures” or outdated criteria or treatments for those conditions. So, without further ado, I want to say hello to anyone with any of the disorders I’m listing, and give them the love and support that hardly anyone else in our community has… Shoutout to:
People with Down syndrome
People with Fragile X
People with William’s syndrome
People with dyslexia
People with dyspraxia
People with dyscalculia
People with dysgraphia
People with Prader-Willi syndrome
People with PANS or PANDAS
People with aphasia
People with a TBI (traumatic brain injury)
People with chronic/early onset mental illnesses
People with cerebral palsy
People with FASD or were otherwise disabled via other substances in utero
And many, many more I may have forgotten to list (but still support and love, I will add more to my list)
You are all beautiful and wonderful, and you all deserve so more love, appreciation, acceptance and support. You are just as neurodiverse as the rest of us, and your voices deserve to be heard and amplified.
I love you all ❤️
#autism#autistic#actually autistic#neurodivergent#actually neurodiverse#audhd#sensory processing disorder#down syndrome#fragile x#fragile x syndrome#williams syndrome#dyslexia#dyspraxia#dyscalculia#prader willi#aphasia#tbi#traumatic brain injury#chronically ill#chronic mental illness#cerebral palsy#fasd#neurodivergent love#dysgraphia#pans#pandas
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Current WIP
#keep going back and forth on the injuries#kinda already feel like I’ve traumatized myself enough#kinda wanna completely cover jeans face in blood#all for the game#jean moreau#aftg#the sunshine court#the foxhole court#fanart#riko moriyama#tetsuji moriyama#the ravens#edgar allan ravens#the nest#my fanart
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give love to people with traumatic brain injury, acquired brain injury, stroke, neurological condition, worsening mental health, trauma, PTSD and all other brain based conditions that make you feel conflicted about your identity. About whether or not you’re the ‘same person’ you were before your injury or illness. People constant evolve and change but can be more difficult when changes more sudden, pronounced, and noticed by others. I hope you are doing well and are able to find some peace, support and love.
#tbi#traumatic brain injury#Acquired brain injury#neurological condition#mental health#mental illness#disability#PTSD#trauma#Stroke
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#air ambulance#sky air#ontime medical#access ontime#guarantees access#ambulance guarantees#traumatic injury#prompt medical#usually minutes#medical care#flyingdoctorsng#flyingdoctors#medical equipment#north air#ambulance provides#ambulance#medical tools#ambulance covers#Instagram
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There is so much shame that comes with having amnesia and other memory issues.
As someone that has multiple conditions that cause memory loss (DID, TBI, ADHD, etc) we can't even begin to describe the shame and guilt that is conditioned into people who are """forgetful""".
Having memory issues does not make you a bad person. It doesn't mean you are uncaring, lazy, or immature.
Memory is simply one of the many things that people can struggle with. It has nothing to do with who you are as a person. We are conditioned to think otherwise because being "forgetful" makes people less productive to a capitalist society. Society is arranged to make life a living hell for people with memory issues. This is an aspect of structural ableism. People in power do not want people like us to exist because we are less useful to them.
Dont get me wrong - it can absolutely hurt when someone you care about forgets something that's important to you. You're not wrong for feeling upset that someone missed an important date, event, detail, etc. That makes sense and feeling that way is not inherently ableist.
All we ask for is for compassion to be extended to people who struggle with memory. We ask for people to stop assigning moral value to how effective someone's memory is. We desire for social structures to accommodate people of all cognitive functions, not just those who are most productive to a capitalist machine.
And if you are someone with memory issues, know you do not need to be ashamed. We've been conditioned to hold negative beliefs about ourselves and our struggles for somebody else's benefit. Guilt and shame will not resolve our struggles. You are worthy and valuable as you are.
#amnesia#adhd#tbi#traumatic brain injury#did osdd#actuallyplural#memory loss#actuallydid#actuallyadhd
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Same, Bobby. Same.
#911#Athena Grant#Bobby Nash#Bathena#What happened for Athena to forget her year as a happy empty nester? Traumatic head injury when boarding? Brain parasites? Something else?!#6x02#6x04#6x08#6x09#6x12#6x13#6x15#6x17#6x18#7x01#brain parasites series
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golden hour
#tommyinnit#c!tommy#dream smp#dsmp#avepharts#did you know while golden hour usually means a sunrise/sunset time where the sun is near the horizon in photography#in medicine it can also refer to the period immediately after a traumatic injury where treatment will prevent death#something something chommy and sunsets
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people seem forget nonverbal semiverbal speech unreliable speech loss all can be caused by things not autism outside of autism. kuru i me is not nonverbal semiverbal self, but body have somewhat frequent speech loss, and many alters (like self) speak weird funny or not speak at all. is mostly part of us our schizophrenia and brain damage and ID. we autism autistic too, but autism tend cause more words speak hyperverbal lot lot lots words spill out ramble off, rather than hard to speak hard make sentence hard words or no at all.
this post, want say hello and i see you to others with schizospec or brain damage or ID who not speak or struggle speak some way because of it. you welcome here, is your community too. ^_^
#level 2 autism#level 2 autistic#medium support needs#actually autistic#actually schizospec#schizoaffective#schizophrenia#actually schizo#actually mentally ill#intellectual disability#intellectually disabled#brain damage#traumatic brain injury#tbi#nonverbal#semiverbal#unreliably speaking#<- tag for reach#kuru i am not nonverbal semiverbal#not want try claim those. sorry if overstep
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I love a dazed shell-shocked man in handcuffs covered in blood that isn't his own being led away by heavily armed guards. Right?
#just looked at my banner gif#love that image so FUKCING much#just completely out of it#did he save someone?#Did he accidentally kill someone?#Did he on purpose kill someone???#Whatever it was he looks traumatized now#AND hes gonna get punished regardless#And im sure hes misunderstood to begin with#And the trope of being covered in blood thats not yours#and what if he does have an injury but he doesnt notice till hours later bc hes so traumatized#or the mean cop notices during the interrogation#whump prompt#lmao
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