#tw: injury mention

[the-andromeda-effect]

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TW - abuse mention, violence mention, injury mention, mental trauma, ptsd

Caliban had taken many women to his bed the first night he’d met them, and that was the only night they’d spent together.  Some he’d dated for a while before becoming sexual.  None of those had ever brought about the conflict that he currently felt with Adira as she returned to the bathroom to finish changing.  It was not that there was not the physical desire for her, or that he knew that it would be far more than one night with her, but rather that the physical was so far less important at the moment than making sure that she felt safe and secure mentally and emotionally.  The other could wait, and he would wait, because he knew how wounded she was in all ways. He did not want to add to that in any way; certainly not if there was a chance of losing the way she looked at him by rushing or pushing for anything.  Whenever her eyes and his met, there was something that he could not describe within them, something that awoke a part of him that hadn’t been touched before, and he was finding he liked it.  

When Adira was once more behind a closed door, she leaned against it, holding the PJ pants to her as her heart thudded within her chest.  She had no idea what had made her so bold as to walk over to Caliban like that and just assume he would welcome her touch upon his bare skin and her help in disrobing.  It hadn’t been until she had actually been in the act of doing it that her brain had kicked in.  By then it had been too late and the only thing she felt she could do was continue, and now she was thankful that she had.  Just his initial response of covering her forearms and hands with his own had almost made her knees give way in relief and also a warm and safe sensation that had flooded her whole body.  She craved him in a way that she had never craved Mircea, in a way that she couldn’t even put into words. It wasn't blind lust, it was something deeper. 

From the day that she had met Mircea, she had known that they would be married.  It was why her father had introduced them.  Also from that day, she had alway tried to garner his approval, to please him, to make him proud, to elicit praise.  He had at least pretended in the beginning to be somewhat fond of her and that her efforts were more than enough.  The lack of overt affection understandable due to theirs being an arranged marriage, but it was one he seemed to desire, something that still confused her with how things eventually went.  However, the longer their relationship went, the more it was obvious that she was not who he wanted and that her efforts would never achieve the results that she hoped for.  She had still tried, no matter how many times she failed to live up to standards he seemed to change on a whim.  Up until the day she had been kidnapped, she had relentlessly tried.

Caliban was completely different from Mircea in every conceivable way.  One could say that their marriage was no less arranged than hers with Mircea had been.  It was not built on love, but an agreement to provide for her and keep her safe.  The difference was that even in the beginning of her relationship with Mircea she had not felt as safe and secure with him, nor had she felt as accepted.  Then there was something about the way that she felt when she was held in Caliban’s arms, the way just his voice calmed any fear or anxiety in her, the look in his eyes when he looked at her, his gentle and soothing touch when she was upset or hurting - it was all so new to her;  at the same time, it was like what she had always been looking for in the past, but never found.  

It was in wondering how he had not found a wife previously, with everything he had already shown her of who he was, that Adira came upon the thought that made her stomach turn: what if there were other women he was in a relationship with when he had saved her?  Could she do that again?  Could her heart take other women also being in a relationship from someone other than Mircea?  If there were, could she even do a fake marriage?  Her breath caught and her heart burned at the thought.

By the time that Adira finally opened the door again, Caliban had started to worry if things were okay with her.  The room had been too quiet, and she had seemed to be in there too long.  He had to keep reminding himself not to rush her.  Patience was never one of his virtues, but he knew that if he wanted to unwrap the delicate gift that was the true nature of the woman he now called his wife, he was going to have to learn some.  There was something about her that made him confident that whatever new skills he might have to learn or test he might feel like he was enduring, in the end, it would be worth it.

“Is everything alright?” He finally asked as she silently crossed over to the bed and began to place her jeans in the bag that he had brought up for her.  She hadn’t looked at him when she came out of the bathroom, nor even when he spoke to her, and this concerned him.  Before she’d gone back in, they’d once again been affectionate with one another and she’d seemed to be relaxing.  Had she had another panic attack of sorts?  

Still not looking at him, Adira’s voice came out soft and stuttered, “I hadn’t thought to ask before if…” She paused, gathering the courage to say what had come to her mind as she realized how much she was attracted to Caliban. It was as if the question was stuck in her throat, refusing to come out.  There was a fear of hearing the answer once it did.

“If what, sweetheart?” Calban asked cautiously, as head cantered.  He had heard the hesitation and nerves in her voice.   He pushed off of the dresser he’d been leaning against to walk over to her.  There was definitely something wrong, but he couldn’t figure out what could have changed in just a few minutes.  

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, her head still bowed as if looking down into her bag.  “If you had…someone you were with..you know, when you..we...”  As she let her breath out, she steeled herself for the answer.  Her hands had balled to fists around the clothing she was holding, as if that would somehow protect her from the answer hurting her.  She had known many men who would be with multiple women simultaneously.  It wasn’t like she was naive to the way the world of rich and powerful men who looked like him operated.  Even those who were married often had more than one girlfriend on the side besides their wife. This was often the life wives of family heads led.

So that was the issue that had suddenly come to bother her.  The tension Caliban had been feeling waiting to hear what had upset her faded instantly.   He was glad her back was to him because he could not keep the devilish smirk off of his face.  Not that he was laughing at her, far from it; no, he was delighted that the beauty was concerned that she might have competition for his affection.  To him that meant that she too was starting to feel something for him in the same way he was for her.  Otherwise she wouldn’t care if he was in a relationship with someone else while being fake married to her.  Being fake married to Adira seemed to get better every time he turned around, and now he was going to have at least two weeks secluded with her in a mountain cabin.  Who knew what could happen then?

“And it would bother you if I did?”  The shaky inhale of breath after his question gave him his answer, just before his arms wrapped around her from behind.  She couldn't hide the slight tremble in her body from him, a tremble that he hoped his next words would quell.   Placing his chin on her shoulder, he let his warm breath fan across her neck with his next words, “my darling wife, if there had been, the moment I slipped that ring on your finger they no longer existed.”  He gently kissed the crook of her neck and continued, “there is now, and from now on always will be, only you, unless it is you who wants things otherwise between us.”  Caliban was never one to share a woman, nor did he expect a woman to share him.

As much as his words comforted her, she also felt like they were too good to be real. “Are you sure that you can be happy that way?” Adira was afraid to even hope, even if she prayed, to a god she had long since stopped believing in, that it was true.  She was under no illusion that Mircea had ever been faithful in their marriage, even from the beginning.  He’d always blamed her; of course it was her failure as a wife that led him to have to find others.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”  He kept his chin on her shoulder and laced his fingers with hers now that she’d covered his hands with her own.  Every time he thought he’d figured out how much damage that Mircea had done, something more was revealed.  There was no doubt the coming days and weeks would reveal more, and he would try his best never to repeat those wounds.  If he could, he would instead heal them.  

“Well,I…I don’t know.  I just know that no matter what I tried, I was never enough for Mi-” Suddenly Caliban’s hand was over her mouth, cutting her off as she felt herself fully pulled back against him.  Her eyes closed, her breathing stilled, and she waited for the pain.  Pain always came after the wrong things were said.  Hopefully Caliban would not be as brutal as Mircea had been.  She still ached from being dragged by Kondrat and the abuse in that basement.

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[incorrect-quotes-egos]

Anti, taping a knife onto a Roomba: Be free, my child.

Marvin, entering the room with a small cut on their ankle: Who the f-

#jse #jse egos #jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye egos #antisepticeye #marvin the magnificent #incorrect quotes #incorrect ego quotes #incorrect egos #tw: injury mention #injury mention

[heyhenz]

It had lasted the entire night, as expected, and by the time the sun came up, Henry was somehow back in his own house, completely naked besides a few scraps of clothing around him. He was terrified, confused, in pure awe at what happened.. However, when he looked down to check himself over, to make sure there were no injuries, all he saw was his body covered in blood.

It wasn't his blood, no, he wouldn't have bled that much... He tasted something on his tongue, mulling it around for a moment until his eyes widened. "Eris...." He whispered to himself, absolutely terrified. Had he killed his friend? God, he hoped not... He quickly washed off all the blood in a shower, put on fresh clothes, and made his way outside, trying his best to sniff out the other male the best he could.

When he found him, he was at Roman's home, making him swallow hard. He knew his best friend would be pissed at him, would push him away, would scream at him, but he needed to know Eris was safe. So, without dwelling too hard, he gently knocked on the door before entering with a key he'd had.

@erisnotots

#tw: blood mention #tw: injury mention

[xtinyslip]

matt hadn't entered the dungeons to gloat. pederson being trapped down here was what needed to happen, it needed to happen for everyone in his life now but it didn't mean he was about to be smug. not when there was a strong possibility that one tiny mistake could lead to him being free again. they all had to be so careful with who knew and who they let down there. plus, behind that glass or not ; the guy still could shoot fear into matt unlike anyone else. as much as he hated that and always would. "they should help with the bleeding and they wont counteract with anything else in your system." matt should know, considering he was the one who came up with the drug that had kept pederson down. hey, he was doing what parker asked him to do. placing the paper cup of water and two tablets into the drop box for pederson's cell. @lcvenderhcze

#matt ; convo #matt ; finn #tw: mental health #tw: injury mention #tw: drugs mention #please know i'm not ignoring your starters #i tried to find them but they are gone #so of course i'm doing you some new things :)

[andromedasummer]

its been months but every time i remember robins injury in mexico i get so mad. guy went to race in a wec race when he recovered and robert kubica, who drives the other car in robins team, was like ''hey hows your hand— HUH thats bad! let me know if you want tips on driving one handed!" like bro kubica thought his hand injury was bad. fucking KUBICA.

#tw: injury mention #tw: gore #formula e #fe #robin frijns #robert kubica #you KNOW its bad when the man who (partially?) severed his hand in a rally horror crash for 30 minutes before having it reattached #and retain limited functionality is like ''oh thats not good''

[lightningxmagic]

@mhaybank sent: “  shit, okay fuck that actually really fucking hurts.  ” @ kiara

“I’m sorry…” kiara whispers as she keeps carefully cleaning the wounds on his chest. “It’s better than an infection, though, okay? Just… stay still. I’ll make it up to you.” She grabs him a beer with her free hand. “This’ll distract you.”

#mhaybank #tw: injury mention

[callidusdryadalis]

OPEN STARTER:

All he can taste is ash and dirt, all he can hear is the vigorous pounding of his own heartbeat: but what he can feel is likely the most profound of all, for all Sorros can feel is pain.

The obscenity of the attack had come out of nowhere at an hour close to dusk; shouted threats had quickly paused him in his motions of walking, eyes attempting to search surroundings for the source, when an arrow had sped from the undergrowth and pieces his right shoulder. Immediately, his cry and pain emerged and the herbs he had been gathering betwixt the fingers of one hand were dropped in favour of raising up to the shaft of the arrow.

He scarce had time to do aught more, however, for he was swiftly pushed to the ground from behind and the impact alone not only split and snapped the arrow shaft but sent the hideousness of the head deeper into his upper chest, close to his shoulder.

'Pon the ground, he could only watch on through blurred eyes as his bag was swiped and - to cover their tracks, did the attention of the bandits return to the elf upon the floor and with a fistful of hit ash to his eyes did they run.

Unable to see and in immeasurable pain, Sorros could do naught more than writhe where he lay in the dampness of the ground, rubbing at eyes with one hand while the other lay limp in fear of agitating the arrow further. His shirt was wet where it bled, but not badly enough to be of immediate concern - that much he could feel - but soon enough would the risk of infection set in, if not already. (One never know how another stored their arrows or what they were coated with, after all-)

He needed to move, needed to tuck himself somewhere safe but with no healing supplies with thanks to the theft and currently no sight with thanks to the immensity of hot ash, Sorros was at the utter mercy of the coming night.

#Open starter #Tw: injury #Tw: Injury mention

[oruzhiyex]

@smertzimy asked: [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body accepting | from here

The silence after a fight was always more deafening than anything experienced during the fight. After the adrenaline had worn off, Nat was always faced with how much she actually hurt, what was actually broken and bruised. Exhaustion sunk deep into her bones afterwards- but at least Bucky was here.

The bathroom was a mess of gear and bandages, a bright red knife gash sliced deep into her side just below her ribcage. Natasha hissed through her teeth as Bucky brought the alcohol soaked gauze to the wound, wiping the blood away from her skin.

"Ouch," she grumbled.

#answered; #roleplay #smertzimy #tw: blood mention #tw: knife mention #tw: injury mention

[allykakamatsu]

May I have this Dance?

Aka some very good fanart has made me want these two to interact a lot more

Written companion piece under cut:

"Okay, so far so good." I tell myself as I help myself to some juice. I was worried this party was going to end in disaster, especially because now Kagami knows about my scars so things will likely be awkward for a while, but thankfully the party itself is going pretty well, even if there's.... even more people than I expected.

I'm not particularly socially anxious, or at least that's my default setting so more people coming in doesn't make it worse, but everyone talking and being so packed together is starting to make me feel a tad dizzy.

"Howdy!" Xion shouts as she runs up to me, snapping me out of my thoughts for now.

"Hello Xion, are you having a good night?" I ask my technically sister and she grins in response.

"You know it!," she confirms before getting slightly more serious, "how about you, you and Kagami seemed pretty uncomfortable earlier."

"Oh, right," I reply awkwardly because I really had hoped no one noticed, "don't worry, it's fine, we were just talking about something that happened in Castle Oblivion that's a bit of a touchy subject for both of us. Things will admittedly be awkward between us for a few days but it's nothing to worry about-!!" Ah... my... my throat... why is it feeling tighter...?! Why can't I.... breathe...?!

"Huh?! Ienzo are you alright?! Do you need me to get a healer?!" Xion asks looking concerned.

"I'm... fine....," I struggle to get out as I think I know what to do but I don't want the others seeing it, "I just... need some fresh air.... I'll be right back...!"

With that I run as fast as I can out of the Opera House, and once I'm out I quickly rip off the choker necklace covering my bruises and do my best to take deep breaths instead of hyperventilating. Heh... I was already feeling pretty dizzy, so I suppose thinking about that while having something on my neck mixed into a cocktail of disaster. I suppose that's my life in a nutshell, a lot of bad things just colliding into a disaster.

"Ienzo?" !! Huh? Turning around to see who said that, and it's... Laurium? I'm not complaining, we got along decently back in the Organisation and his Somebody is very nice from the little I've interacted with him during these cases, but I'm a little surprised it's him.

"Hey, are you alright?," he asks snapping me out of my thoughts, "I saw you running out looking panicked, is something wrong?"

"O Oh, it's nothing, just something silly," I assure him as I do my best to cover my bruise with my arm because I'm not ready to put the choker back on yet, "the crowd was just a bit much for me and I needed some fresh air, that's all. Sorry if I was being a bit overdramatic about it."

Laurium doesn't reply, at least not verbally, instead he just looks even more concerned as he comes over to me and gently lowers my arm to reveal the bruise.

"When did you get this?" He asks not looking shocked, horrified or anything like that, just worried.

"Castle Oblivion," I admit with a sigh, "it's.... just a leftover from how I died."

"And combine that with what you were wearing," Laurium states while looking at the now discarded choker, "why are you trying to cover it up when it's clearly stressing you out?"

"U Um, this usually doesn't happen," I assure him while leaving out the 'anymore', "I think it's just because this thing is tighter than my shirt collar which I usually use to cover it."

"If you say so," he says in a tone that has me not convinced he believes me, "but, in that case, why were you trying to cover it with that thing in the first place? With how dark it is in the Opera House I doubt many people would've noticed."

"It... well....," I struggle to say before sighing and admitting to it, "it's less for the crowd and more for the others. They don't know, I've caused them all enough grief, especially recently, I'd rather not add another worry onto the pile by letting them know I still have this...."

"Well, I'm not the best expert, but I think if keeping something hidden is causing you pain you shouldn't have to deal with it, and if the others have a problem with it or start being weirdos because of it then they can shut up," he tells me aggressively passionate before sighing and calming down, "sorry, I'm probably sounding like an overly concerned parent right now but, I know that trying to hide an injury from the people who care about you is a bad idea."

"You do?" I ask surprised and Laurium nods to confirm as he sits down on the Opera House stairs and motions for me to do the same, and once I do he rolls up one of his trousers to reveal a leg that has definitely seen better days.

"Got it from a fight with Maleficent before I became a Nobody," he explains before I can ask, "I tried to hide it from my friends because we had bigger problems at the time, but by the time it had gotten so bad I could barely stand and they found out it had set wrong so they had to break it again to attempt to fix it. It's somewhat better now but it barely works and sometimes the pain still flares up. Not a one to one with your situation, yours is more psychological and mine is more physical, but the same principle applies, if you try to keep this to yourself, it's going to keep getting worse until it reaches a point where nothing can fully undo it."

..... He's right, I know he's right, bottling up all of my emotions almost trapped me in a nightmare labyrinth forever, but...

"I know I should tell them but.... I'm scared," I think out loud, "I know I was young and was raised to not know any better, but I still did so many horrible things, it's a miracle that any of them want to spend time with me at all. I'm worried that if I become too much of a burden they'll all leave me behind and get someone new to take my place. It wouldn't be the first time...."

"Well first of all, anyone who would abandon someone as smart and kind as you is an idiot," Laurium tells me and I barely resist the urge to laugh at the bluntness, "secondly, I get it, I still can't believe Naminé somehow forgave me after everything I put her through and a part of me is waiting for the rug to be pulled. But, living in constant fear that things are going to end and doing dumb things that hurt yourself because of it, you shouldn't have to deal with that. So, here's my advice. Don't completely ignore others opinions, but when it comes to things like this, don't care about how other people will think, just do what's best to stop yourself from being hurt."

"..... Heh, easier said than done given my habits, but I'll try." I agree with a light chuckle as I stand up-!! My foot was on my dress going down!

"I got you!," Laurium yelps as he pulls me back to my feet right before I hit the stairs, "heh, I guess being a master mage means you don't have to be as fast on your feet."

"Trust me, I know, I'm working on it," I groan a little in response before I start chuckling as well, "I should probably head back inside, I told Xion I'd be right back and I think she's probably getting worried. But, Laurium, thank you."

"It's the least I could do, don't worry about it," he tells me with a kind smile before getting an idea face, "though, if you're up for it, are you up for a quick dance?"

"!!! Very well, but no promises that I'll be any good at it." I agree before my nerves talk me out of it.

"Ehe, don't worry, you can't be any worse then Elrena dancing in heels at least." Laurium assures me with a chuckle and I can't resist the urge to laugh this time as we walk back inside. I almost put the choker back on out of habit but I stop myself and instead put it in my dress's pocket. No more hiding, I can do this.

#genshin impact #kingdom hearts #kh x gi au #art #fanart #writing #drabble #fanfic #hurt/comfort #ienzo #zexion #laurium #marluxia #xion #tw: injury mention #tw: mild panic attack

[rcdiostcrs]

sheamus is immune to most demigod weapons. due to having no godly heritage, celestial bronze, imperial gold, and adamantine pass right through him. stygian iron and bone steel, however, can affect him. but seeing as how only children of the underworld can wield stygian iron and bone steel is what the norse use, he's pretty safe.

it's a right of passage for new residents to freak out during war games as their blade passes right through sheamus. he just grins as they panic before stabbing his short sword at them.

#tw: weapons #tw: injury mention #tw: stabbing mention #*sheamus #sheamus —☆— headcanons #// #noël rocking up w/ her bone steel kyoketsu-shoge & arnis bastons: i'm about to end this man's whole career #working on a pjo weapons masterpost so have this while i work on actually writing out what everyone uses. #taking a guess that bone steel would work on him but since it's based on a real thing i figured it would affect him. #but stygian iron working on mortals is canon.

[394bugle]

Front page news:

The wedding reception of Asgardian Prince Thor Odinson and Dr. Jane Foster didn't go as planned last Saturday, as Avengers Tower where the party was located, fell under attack by Hydra insurgents. Sources say that Hydra agents weakened defenses a few days before in what is now being called a 'practice run,' and took advantage of the crowded guest list to sneak in and strike from the inside. Civilians and heroes alike were wounded, several seriously. Asgardian Prince and fellow heir to the throne, Loki Odinson, took a particularly nasty blow and remains in serious condition. Prior to his injury, some witnesses claim they saw the younger god lift the hammer Mjolnir -- a mysterious Asgardian artifact. (See page 3 for a more in-depth article.) Clean up efforts have already commenced at Avengers Tower, and while the mood is tense, for now the danger has passed. Still, this reporter has to wonder how long it will be until the next major attack -- and how something like this can happen in the first place. If heroes can't keep their own houses safe, what hope do the rest of us have? Tell us your thoughts at [email protected]

Page 3:

Mjolnir, mysterious weapon of Thor, was rumored to have been destroyed in Canada earlier this year. Yet eye witnesses from the Reception Attack claim to have seen the hammer reform before their very eyes. This reporter delves deep into the history and myths surrounding this strange hammer, asking what exactly it means to be 'worthy.' Find out more inside.

Page 6:

The wedding might have been all about Asgardian royalty, but Captain Peggy Carter and Captain Steve Rogers showed us all what old-school romantic couple goals should be. Looking classy arm in arm at the ceremony, and leading efforts to keep civilians safe when the attack broke out.

ft: @asgcrdianprince @drfcstrs @strongestavengerthor @cptcvrter @cptamerica

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#ft: loki #ft: jane #ft: thor #ft: peggy #ft: steve #tw: violence mention #tw: injury mention

[incorrectjane-andthedragon]

Janther headcanons/ideas 

- Gunther is, at times, secretly insecure about his appearance. His father has berated him for looking too much like his mother, and there have been times where he fears the opposite, that he looks too much like his father, or even entirely separate insecurities that have sprung up over the course of his life. When Jane compliments his appearance, he can feel all those insecurities floating away, even if it's just for a blissful moment. 

-While Jane has never been averse to physical affection, she finds that touching a lover, especially in the early days of a relationship, to be nerve-wracking. She struggles to get over the butterflies in her stomach. Gunther feels the same way, and even more intensely. It took them so much time to work up to just holding hands that it secretly embarrassed them both for a while. They talked about this, and they came to the conclusion that their relationship and physical expressions of it were like so many other things in their lives: something they would do on their own terms, not listening to anyone who told them they were doing it wrong. 

-Even though they hate seeing the other injured, they will always be the one to bandage (or help bandage) their wounds after a skirmish or battle, no matter how big or small.  

-After particularly brutal conflicts, the two will run to each other and hold each other so closely an observer can barely tell where one ends and the other begins. This makes some of the other knights jealous. 

-The most romantic kiss they ever had was after a hectic battle and Gunther had been wounded. Jane’s face was the first face he saw after returning to consciousness, she was leaning so close to him her face was his entire world. He rasped something to her, something no one else could really make out, but Jane visibly processed it for a moment, her expression shifting and pupils dilating, and within seconds she was kissing him. The medic had to yell at her to calm down or else she could damage the bandages and hurt him all over again.

#injury mention #tw injury mention #injury mention tw #tw: injury mention #at this point I don't even care if this is out of character #this was purely self indulgent #if any writers/fanartists want to work off of these ideas go wild #I would actually be interested in exploring some of these ideas myself #but seeing other's ideas would be cool #man I wish I could think of something more interesting to say #but it is late as fuck #in my timezone at least #could be early somewhere else who knows #in that case #good morning! #here's some janther! #it's kinda funny cause I was like k I'm going to go bed now but my brain was like you know what we should write down right now?? #and then this happened #enjoy #janther #jane x gunther #gunther x jane #junther #my writing

[griim]

Training in the United States Army was the only thing that gave Gemma purpose, for once in her life she had a reason to get up. Unlike a lot of the others, Gemma pushed much farther than she probably should have, but in her mind, she had something to prove. During one exercise she failed it, and while they pushed her they saw she was giving it her all and told her to move on. Following orders, she made sure that she was going to return to that exercise and pass it. Late in the evening after dinner, she asked if a few people would come out and spot her, after some convincing she was able to get a few fellow trainees to join her. While climbing the wall it began to pour, after being told she could give up here and come back later, she refused. Getting up the wall was a struggle being that only at five foot three her legs weren’t long. After getting up to the top she gave herself a second to catch her breath, knowing the repel was next. Lowering herself she pushed off, boots hitting the backside of the wall she slipped. The rain had made the backside of the wall slippery and the rope harder to hold, falling her head hit the ground. Not realizing it for the moment she stood and wiped herself off, only feeling a slight headache. But as the others came to check her out they noticed the gash on her left brow, taking her to the medic she was reprimanded for doing this exercise in the rain. Taking the verbal ‘beating’ she allowed them to stitch her up, gaining four stitches. After about two weeks the wound had healed and she was as good as new, albeit with a scar on her eyebrow. 

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[milesducemdominus]

|| OPEN STARTER ||

Darkness felt heavy, the rising smoke of burning machines and spreading fuel fires choking every breath drawn into exhausted lungs. Still, even in the lull that approached could one hear the shouts and cries associated with conflict - whether they were within ones mind, scarred from all seen, or whether they were somewhere within the maze of trenches one simply couldn't be sure.

He limps, pale gaze fixated upon the uneven terrain, one hand hanging on steadfast to his blade while the other had wrapped around the vicious length of an arrow's shaft, the razor head buried deep into the upper portion of his chest, erring toward a shoulder.

It burned, it stung; the aching pain that reared with every movement distracting the train of thought that attempted to get moving. He had those around him to yet get to safety, find somewhere among the madness to settle for just a short while to regain a smite of energy and tend to gained wounds. But, as he looks past the smoke and vulgarity of war around him does Aymeric feel his hope fading.

Panted breaths felt uncomfortable, coughing agitating lacerations and the embedded state of foreign objects and yet couldn't be helped for the sting of chemicals in the air grew too much.

Dragging feet eventually found their way to an indent in the rock, the darkness continuing inward to what appeared to be a cave - and 't is there in which Aymeric and the few folk he had nearby that belonged to the Alliance took shelter for the moment. Just to get off of his feet, just to sit with his back against the damp wall of the cave - - it was a blessing and although they had very little to aid themselves with aside from bundles of bandages stuffed into pockets, there was gladness in their reprieve.

They needed to be swift - there was no telling when another wave of enemy would come nearby enough to spy them, and thus Aymeric removed a pauldron and took a closer look at the arrow so deeply embedded in his person. The majority of the shaft was snapped - his cry of pain muffled by sealed lips and furrowed brows - allowing him to weave the fabric of his tunic and mail over it, revealing bloodstained skin beneath.

He's tired, every breath drawn tightening his chest, but he forces himself onward; dousing the wound in a small amount of salve that would, hopefully, aid in the dissuasion of infection. Eyes, however, already note the discolouration surrounding the arrowhead and where it had embedded itself, the swelling of surrounding muscle and skin, the sweet odour that mixed in with the vicious copper of blood.

Necrosis - he'd seen it before, the way living tissue started to die because of trauma or, more likely than not, a form of poison. That possibility churns his empty stomach, aches and pains throughout his body growing worse - cramps gnawing at his calves.

Aymeric firmed his consciousness, cast aside panic and concerns and attempted to force his concentration back onto the pressing need of getting those around him to help. They weren't too far from the Alliance base, they could make it if they were careful; but as eyes glance around did he come to the abysmal realisation that very few of them were in any such state to be moving any further and thus he made the rational decision to send one fellow, still standing and able, to go and note someone of their location. It was a hideous risk, that was true, but it seemed as if they had no other choice.

For a moment, just a moment, does he close his eyes and attempt to steady the immense racing of his heartbeat - he would do nobody any good to give in aught too soon. Bleeding had slowed, gashes and wounds forgotten about in place of the growing discolouration hidden beneath the fabric of his tunic, in place of the tightness in his chest and the growing inability to breathe deeply.

Thoughts turned to loved ones, good friends, faces he would miss were he never to see them again - unable to help the macabre genre, ears focused upon the sounds of explosions and distant battle.

After everything- was this truly to be his final chapter?

#A Hero is an Ordinary Individual Who Finds the Strength to Persevere || Replies || #Idk kinda throwing this in and around Ghimlyt?? Makes sense?? #TW: Injury #TW: Injury Mention #TW: Blood #TW: Blood Mention #TW: Poison #TW: Poison Mention

[xtinyslip]

"FINN? BA--" dropping her work duffel bag onto the ground when she saw him. not hestiating to break the distance between them, one hand moving to the back of his neck whilst the other held the side of his face that wasn't hurt. "WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL? my undercover source would have told me. helped me figure out a way to get out earlier. to come here and be with you." she would have. no, she couldn't leave an undercover that they'd been working on for months for say the flu but this wasn't the flu. this wasn't nothing. he had been hurt. his daughter had been killed. SHE SHOULD HAVE BEEN HERE. "you're hurt? you call. that's our deal, i don't need to remind you of that." it had been a lot to hear on the short ride to where finn was now calling home. her boss filled her in with what they knew and that was enough, she was sure there was bound to be more and even so... this had her feeling guilty enough. "YOU KNOW YOU COULD HAVE CALLED...?" he did know that. right? @lcvenderhcze

#hailey ; convo #hailey ; finn #tw: mental health #tw: murder mention #tw: injury mention #TWINNY LETS GO kjfjg

[andromedasummer]

been rewatching old endurance races just listening to them in the background while i draw/plan dnd stuff/play games. watching spa 24 hrs from 2021 and completely forgot about the accident about 30 mins in. got to be some of the strangest broadcast behaviour ive seen in a race, and i say that as someone who has done papers on live broadcast and its rules.

obviously normal protocol for a big crash is you wait for the drivers to get out and confirm theyre okay/on their way to the medical center. then the crash is shown once or twice to give viewers and comms clarification of the incident along with info about the drivers wellbeing/insight into what may have happened to cause it.

but what happened here caused way more anxiety. mid normal commentary race director comes on radio calling a full course yellow. comms have no idea whats caused it and assume a car has broken down on track and needs to be moved.

in reality, an incredibly severe crash occured at what i believe is the most dangerous corner in motorsport, most dangerous on track for sure. 4 car collision, all drivers sent to the medical center, 2 discharged and 2 sent to hospital 40 mins later (i remember aitken suffered spinal/chest injuries and a broken arm but he made a full recovery)

but none of the commentators are ever told what happened. people working the cameras are careful not to show anything because you don't show a crash/wreck until you know the drivers are okay, basic respect. but no one is telling the broadcast team anything. so for the next 40 minutes, the fcy continues and the comms and the viewers are left to speculate about what's happened and they aren't positive speculations, especially when people who saw the crash in front of their stands start tweeting and sharing photos/vids/what they saw online. this kind of thing (official sources being quiet around a crash and tip-toeing) does happen, but its normally when an accident has been fatal.

of course everything turned out okay. after the 40 mins passed, the race director came on over the radio and informed the drivers and viewers that 2 of the drivers were discharged from the med centre and two were going to hospital with non-life threatening injuries. im very surprised to have seen this kind of breakdown of communication happen. certainly its better safe than sorry and i'd rather have a nonfatal crash never shown during a race runtime than a fatal crash be replayed to death. but there comes a point where what is not being shown begins to imply a very distressing scenario. its not an easy position to put a commentator in, asking them to talk in the gaps with this uneasy fear hanging over them for an odd hour. and its distressing for fans who may be friends and family watching abroad to have the main feed not address what happened, or even who was involved.

#ive never seen the impact thank god but i did see an image of one of the cars afterwards #ive not seen a race car look like that before. i hope i never see one look like that again. #i have to wonder what went wrong that lead to this total breakdown of communication through the different areas #of track/team officials and media #very very strange to see esp from a big/famous international race like this #tw: crash #tw: crash mention #tw: car crash #tw: injury #tw: injuries #tw: injury mention