#tw: wound

[chainofhyrule]

Bridal Carry

“Please stop getting shot, it stresses me out.”

“Oh, well, if you don’t like it—”

“Behave, the both of you.”

Sitting, slumped over yourself against a charred tree, wasn’t as painful as you’d thought it’d be, all things considered.

All things being the fact that there was currently an arrow embedded in your thigh. Luckily it hadn’t gone all the way through like last time, but it still hurt like a bitch to move your leg.

It’d been Time’s brilliant idea this morning to stay put for the day, and for a while it worked out great. Everyone had so far spent their time fishing or swimming at the nearby lake, or napping under the shade of a tree, or simply sitting back and relaxing for once. When lunchtime rolled around everyone split in pairs to find provisions, and when they returned, you’d decided to help Wild cook. However, the smell of fresh fish and foraged goods seemed to attract a few…unwanted guests. Long story short, monsters were killed, but a few of you suffered some fairly painful injuries. Legend was stabbed in the shoulder, Four was suffering some sort of head trauma, and you had an arrow in your leg.

Could have gone worse, in all actuality. There’d been a couple infected Bokoblins among the horde of beasts, and a silver Moblin. Apparently you were all in Wild’s Hyrule. Good to know.

“Hold still, Y/n,” Twilight said through gritted teeth, as he laid one hand flat on your thigh around the arrow, and grabbed the arrow by the shaft. Tendrils of burning pain shot through your nervous system as he did so, but you clenched your jaw and threw your hands over your face to hide the pained expression causing some of the others to worry.

“Here,” said a voice to your left, seconds before you felt someone’s hands peeling yours away from your face. Your eyes met Wild’s, and he gripped your hands firmly in his.

“On three,” Twilight said, looking up at you.

“We both know you mean two, Ran—SHIT!”

With a sickeningly wet sound, the arrow was swiftly pulled from your leg, and with the sudden flex of your hands, there was no doubt that you brought hell to Wild’s poor fingers. If it really had hurt him, he said nothing, but simply watched as Hyrule dove in with a cloth of some sort to slow the bleeding as his healing magic began to bathe his hands in a soft blue light.

“I also never said I was going to count it out loud,” Twilight said with an apologetic softness to his features, tossing aside the arrow after inspecting it for damage to indicate whether a part of it was still embedded in your skin or not.

You glared harshly at the hero, sure as rain that you’d come to see his logic later on, but hated him for it for now.

Soon after Hyrule’s hands began to glow, the sweet relief of coolness began washing over your muscles, and you could actually feel the fibres of your leg begin to mend like fabric. It was an odd sensation masked by a subtle coolness, but it brought such ease to your body that you let your head fall back into the trunk of the tree and sighed.

“Remind me to never take you for granted, ‘Rule,” you said through a sigh, earning a slight chuckle from the hero as the coolness dissipated, and you could once again move your leg in peace.

“It was nothing, Y/n,” the boy said sheepishly, raising his hand to scratch at the back of his neck. “It’s just what friends do.”

Sitting forward, you only just then realised that Wild had let go of your hands. For some reason that made your heart seem to want to beat a little slower, and you suddenly felt the need to make some kind of contact with him. So, under the excuse of swaying slightly, you shot your hand up to land on his outstretched arm. He gripped you tight in return, a worried pinch separating his brows.

“I don’t know what goes on in your era, ‘Rule, but I can’t name a single friend I have in mine who would even come within ten feet of me if I showed them that there was an arrow sticking out of my leg.”

This seemed to make Hyrule laugh, if only slightly, and he sat back with ease, bumping softly into Legend as he did so.

“Well then, call it a kind gesture from a friend.”

You nodded once, and was surprised to find yourself actually beginning to feel lightheaded. Wild seemed to have noticed, as did Warriors on your other side, who each shot a hand out to splay themselves flat against your back. Wild’s arm was still held out for you to hold your grip.

“Sorry, Y/n. Despite the healing process fixing up the flesh, you did still lose a good amount of blood between getting shot and pulling the thing out. Take it easy for a while—same goes for both Legend and Four.”

The two heroes, upon hearing their names, offered weak sounds of acknowledgment. Four gave a halfhearted thumbs-up.

“Let’s get these three back to the camp. Champion.”

Wild’s head looked up to face Time, but his body remained sturdy as a rock for you to hold on to.

“Yeah?”

“Got anything in that slate they can eat to get back on their feet? Four’s got a concussion, and Legend and Y/n need something to accommodate for the blood loss.”

Wild, oddly enough, seemed hesitant to release his grip on you, but after a moment’s stare from Time and Twilight, he slowly let your hand fall, and let Warriors take charge on keeping you upright. He pulled the Sheikah Slate from his hip, and began tapping at it.

“I might have to go and forage for something. Most of what I had went into lunch. Didn’t have much before that to begin with.” 

Time looked briefly between you, Legend, and Four with a concerned twitch in his brows, before turning back to Wild.

“Then we’ll forage for now. Those of us who can will get closer to those peaks to fish in the river that seems to run through them. You say some of them have unique properties, Champion?” The hero nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Alright. Twilight, then, you’re coming with me to the peaks.”

From here the group started to split, Warriors taking the lead in getting you to your feet. Despite the pain in your leg being gone, it still felt as though you couldn’t trust it. You favoured it greatly for some reason, but with your absence of balance, you ended up falling into Wild. He caught you swiftly, his hands splayed out against your middle and back. Warriors copied the action on your other side.

“It’s not safe for them to walk like this,” Warriors commented, and he cast a glance at Legend. The vet also seemed to be having some balance issues, though he was much more stubborn than you were, and pried Hyrule’s and Sky’s hands off of him before falling forward into a bush. A string of curses fell with him, and he reluctantly let Time pull him to his feet.

“Should we carry them back to camp, then?” you heard Hyrule say, before Legend scoffed.

“Anyone carrying me back to camp gets kicked in their sleep,” he spat, before swaying slightly on his feet. Hyrule only rolled his eyes.

“Vet, you can’t even stand.” The traveller looked over at you, watching as Warriors left you in Wild’s hands to pick up your shield. “Can they be carried?”

Wild looked at you for a moment before you shrugged, honestly not minding either way. Being carried might go quicker, though. Legend could just ride Epona, or something.

“Arm over my shoulder,” Wild told you shortly, and you obliged. Then, in one surprisingly swift movement, the Champion had swooped with one hand behind your back and the other behind your knees, lifting you with ease into a bridal carry.

Warriors whistled at the display, and Sky looked over with a soft smile. You, however, were not expecting it nearly as much as you thought you were. Your hands flew behind Wild’s neck as you shrieked, pressing the left side of your body closer into his chest.

“Give a better warning, next time!”

Wild laughed unapologetically, bouncing you slightly in his arms as he did. In this moment he looked so carefree and—dare it be said—relaxed. Happy. It was hard to stay mad at him for long.

‘You’re lucky you’re cute when you smile,’ you thought.

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#Wild #mutual pining!Wild x Reader #x Reader #Link x Reader #chainofhyrule #Legend of Zelda #tw: wound #former Ignis post

[undertale-writing-times]

I want the betrayal line “given your history, i should have known better” for nightmare >:)

(Also do you have ocs we make fanart of and do you have an oc that represents yourself that we can make fanart of ?)

I got an idea for this one >:3

“Given your history, I should have known better” Nightmare's datemate told him, reaching up to grab onto the tentacle that was holding onto them around their waist. “As if you even have the ability to love anymore, you asshole!” They snap at the last part.

Nightmare stares up at them, his tentacles shifting and curling around by themselves, other than the one that was holding onto them. What was happening? How did he get here?

His eyeshine shoots down to look at the tentacle that was holding them, then up at them again. He wanted to ask what Y/n was talking about; they had just been in his bed why were they... here?

Yet, he didn't say that. “Honestly, yes, you should have. You're just a little stupid human, why would I ever love something like that?”

No no no, that isn't what he wanted to say. What the hell was going on? Why wasn't he able to move his body? Y/n started to shout at him, a voice that he didn't expect to ever hear from them. Full of anger but also fear. What were they even saying? He couldn't make it out.

What he could make out though, was the sound of his tentacle going through them causing them to let out a pained sound, then they go limp in his other tentacle. Before he knew what to do, he regained the ability to move his body and he rushes forward. “Y/n!” he moves his hands over their stomach, trying to stop the bleeding.

No no no, this wasn't supposed to happen. Why would he attack them? They were his datemate.

“Because you hurt everyone. Idiot”

The new voice caught him off guard, and he turns his head just to see... himself? Standing there with his hands in his pockets, a smile on his face looking relaxed.

“Who are you?” he snaps in question. “Are you that annoying shapeshifter?”

“Not at all. I'm you, the best you. The one without them holding you back” the other Nightmare says, with a little laugh in his voice. Nightmare looks back, then down at Y/n again.

Ignore it. He should just ignore it. When he looked down though, his hands weren't covered in that goop. They were a pearly white but covered in the blood that was coming from Y/n's body. His sockets widen and he holds up his hands, looking at them. “What?” he whispers.

His sleeves were purple with golden accents.

These... These weren't his clothing. They couldn't be his; his clothing always got covered in that goop that covered his body no matter what he wore. He reaches up to touch where his socket used to be, then up.

Something was on his head... he pulled it off, looking at it and his sockets widen again when he saw it was the crown.

The one that he used to wear.

He tosses it away, and puts his hands back over his datemate's wound "Damn it, wake up already!" The sound of his own laughter started to fill his head, and he knew that his body was shaking.

He woke with a start, his breath coming in too fast. His ribs hurt from the intake of breath, and his eyeshine shoots around.

It was his bedroom... He turns his head, seeing his datemate laying in the bed beside him.

They were asleep.

He reaches over, pulling their shirt up a little to see that there was no wound in their stomach. He didn't wake them up... that's good.

He slides out of the bed and goes over to the bathroom to look himself in the mirror.

It was him... he sighs, rubbing at his face with his hands his tentacles twitching and jolting with each breath.

This is why he didn't sleep.

#Dreamtale #Dreamtale Nightmare #Nightmare Sans #Nightmare #Nightmare X Reader #Reader X Nightmare #Bad Dreams #TW: Body Damage #TW: Stabbing I guess? #TW: Wound #undertale alternate timeline #undertale alternate universe #undertale imagines #undertale au #undertale ask blog #Fic #Fics #Fanfic

[tobiaswexley]

@ivyemerscn

#GOD i had to make this from scratch #that's how passionate i am about this scene #if michiel huisman ever gets cancelled this is the man who would replace him mark my words #adopted wexley ghkfh #tw: surgery #tw: sharp object #tw: wound #tw: scar #tw: knife #tw: cutting #it's not a knife but i think it falls in the same category #tw: infection #ivyemerscn #musings

[evamovska]

❛ who cares if it bleeds. ❜ (Damien)

A sterm looks crossed her features, "Don't move." firm and low.

It wasn't a deep cut, but it was still bleeding, and although Damien would survive his wound, Eva didn't wish to stain any of her clothing with something as difficult to wash off, as blood.

She was wrapping the bandage around his foot, as tight as she could. It looked like she'd done this a milion times before, not only because in a way she had (being the eldest child held certain responsibilities), but also because there wasn't anything that Eva didn't execute with elegance and confidence.

"Take better care of yourself. What were you thinking?"

#c: damien #answered #ten milion years later #tw: wound

[songandflame]

🩸 ANGRY CLARA NOISES

Send 🩸 to find a wound that my muse was trying to hide || @leatherforhell (thank you!)

Fantine hadn't realised how rough her creditors could be until they caught her unaware. She was working as hard as she could, but it still wasn't enough! God, she was sofa surfing—squatting, actually—and they thought she had the money she owed?

Some of them were satisfied in other ways, but it only ever paused their chase until she was hounded once more.

She winces as Clara touches her shoulder; underneath fabric was blossoming bruises which took the shape of fingers. In a way, she was glad it was just that... she had dealt with worse before.

"... I know it's late," she comments finally, her breath catching in her throat, the tenderness of her shoulder clearly uncomfortable. "I had stuff to do and it took longer than I thought."

#leatherforhell #c; clara kelly #v; undetermined #au; undetermined #wound men #cw: wound #tw: wound #answered ask #thank you!

[thegoodfellow]

who? @meryasek​

where? the faerie queen’s forest boundary, the fog

when? right after the thread where wade let’s robin be stabbed

Robin had miscalculated the deepness of the wound, when she had left the clearing and Wade behind. She had thought it possible for her to reach one of the border settlements, perhaps even find a healer before it’s too late. She is proven wrong near her destination, when her legs give out under her and she collapses into a heap of flowers. A groan leaves her lips as she does, the movement pulling at the open wound and causing fresh blood to flow from it. She needs help, and quickly, lest she bleeds out and gives another soldier to the Drow Queen. Determination burns through her veins as she begins to pull herself across the ground, unwilling to give up and admit defeat. She doesn’t have to go far, she finds out, as a familiar presence enters the vicinity and relief sweeps through her. Hazy brown eyes look up to meet Meryasek’s and she gives him a bloody smile of relief.

“Mery,” she manages to gasp out throughout the blood, one hand coming to her stomach to press against the wound. “Help.”

#meryasek #Mery { 3 } #tw: blood #tw: wound

[the-raven-dhampir]

“Please, stay awake… please…” || @painforcain

"What, you are sorry now? Stay away from me, you fucking lunatic." Raven screamed and that costed him a whole lot of extra pain.

He was shivering uncontrollably and about to pass out.

It was obvious, it had to happen sooner or later: two reckless idiots with a thing for blades and blood, and doing drugs often leading them to totally unplanned scenarios.

Raven closed his fingers around the hilts of the blades, still stabbed into his chest. The view of it made him wish to take another bag of drugged blood and remain into the Dreaming some more.

He knew was going to end in shock, it was unavoidable. The pain, the blood loss, the damn damage. Cain had stabbed him awfully deep, surely both his lungs were pierces from side to side - breathing itself was getting excruciatingly painful. Was that meant to be a kind of lovingly embrace?

Raven focused on some techniques and slowed down his heart as much as he could. From the feel of it, at least that seemed undamaged.

He turned his head and coughed out blood. It tasted horrible, mixed to the insane cocktail he and Cain had been taking during the night. The muscle spasm that followed, made him blind for a few seconds.

"Ok, you do it. Take them off." Hour-long and painful healing was awaiting. That wasn't skin torn apart by whipping... Luckily Raven could remain without breathing for a long while.

He just hoped to pass out as quickly as possible.

"And you'd better get rid of those knives, because as soon as I recover I'm gonna stab them in your pretty eyes."

#painforcain #cain #Tw: blood #Tw: wound

[moralpuppet]

@theirwatchdog dialed: He didn’t frequent churches often. But it was the only place it was safe from the rain. The weather had a harsh hold on those joints of his , and just coming off of a job , he was particularly feeling it. He’s knelt down in one of the pews , nursing a wound from a client that got the best of him. A heavy exhale from parted lips when he finishes up stitching the wound closed …..

˗ˏˋ 🐕 UNPROMPTED ✮

The  baleful  storm  outside  was  cause  for  shelter  .  Fortunately  the  brunet  had  already  been  safe  inside  ,  praying  in  the  later  hours  as  he  did  from  time  to  time  .  Reverend  Putty  was  either  in  his  office  ...  or  he  forgot  to  lock  the  door  again  .  Whatever  the  reason  Orel  had  come  to  speak  with  Jesus  for  guidance  . 

That  was  when  he  heard  the  doors  open  and  someone  scurry  into  a  pew  .  Creeping  up  to  get  a  closer  look  he  peers  from  behind  the  pew  ahead  of  the  refuge  . 

❝  Golly  !  ❞   Seems  he  can't  exactly  be  discrete  in  this  situation  ,  just  seeing  how  wounded  the  man  really  was  .   

❝  -  that  looks  pretty  painful  .   ❞  He wondered just how bad the wound is and if he could help , if he should offer to help ?

#[ ✟ ] 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐞 / 𝐢𝐜 . #☎️ & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 / 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 . #theirwatchdog #tw: wound

[seo-chwa]

#&& 내 마음이 들리니 #album #tw: blood #tw: wound

[nerdpoe]

For an Op, Jason goes undercover at a college. He goes all out, actually signing up for classes and getting a dorm with a (shudder) roommate. Then he proceeds to have a nightmare during a thunderstorm and shoots the poor roommate.

He stares at Fenton.

Fenton stares back at him, wide eyed and shocked. Blood is starting to stain the front of his shirt.

"It's okay," Fenton says, voice strained as he clearly tries to stay calm. "It's okay, this isn't the worst thing I've had. I have a med kit in the closet, and I can do my own stitches; no one has to know."

Jason can't say anything. He's too busy staring at the blood.

It's red, until the lightning starts to fade and the glowing green flecks make themselves known.

He looks up into Fenton's eyes, and vibrant Lazarus green stares back at him.

He may have just found a bigger problem than pinning down the supplier of a new drug.

#writing a prompt to combat my rampant imposter syndrome #dpxdc #dcxdp #phanfic #story prompt #dp x dc #dc x dp #gsw tw #gun shot wound tw #blood tw #stitches tw

[lostmf]

By @hel7l7

#sadnees #tw depressing thoughts #depressing shit #i'm sad #tw depressing stuff #depressing life #childhood trauma #quotes #poetic #childhood #childhood ptsd #childhood truama #child abuse #truamacore #tw self destruction #tw selfhate #wound tw #tw: sucidal thoughts #self h@rm #self h@te #sucicide #sucidial #tw abuse #generational truama #tw ptsd #complex ptsd #kill my thoughts #kill my life #this is a cry for help #i am in pain

[lucdoodle]

bro is straight up NOT having a good time

#to redraw this scene i noticed that in the show charlie doesn't stabs him in the arm #but in the side of his chest #and the the blood just overflowed to stain his (close to the wound) sleeve #that's wild #hazbin hotel #adam #charlie #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel adam #tw: stabbing #tw: blood #myart

[sourxcinnamon]

If You see this post, its your sign to drink water! 🩵💦

#ana bllog #ana meal #ana rant #ana tricks #ana trigger #anatumblr #tw #tw disordered eating #tw ed diet #tw restrictive ed #tw ana diary #tw weight #tw weed #tw wl #tw wounds #tw weighloss #education #ed not sheeren #ed disorder #ed not ed sheeran

[mostrovskaa]

Rotating them in my mind... ( sorry for all the tw stuff, it just fits them :-(( so I put them in a little polish cartoon style piece as retribution)

#tw blood #tw wounds #tw guts #tw body horror #tw nswf #the witcher 2 #witcher 2 #iorveth x roche #vernon roche #iorveth #digital art #my art #illustration #character art #mostrovska #wiedźmin 2

[songandflame]

Headcanon;

f.antine's sewing skills becoming useful for things other than seamstress work, such as knowing how to suture a wound both for herself and whoever else may need it.

#;headcanon #wound men #cw: wound #tw: wound #stitches men #suture men

[woundposting]

wound, eroticism and subjectivity

the holy wound, attributed to jean le noir / the incredulity of saint thomas, guercino / the body of signification, elizabeth grosz (in: abjection, melancholia, and love: the works of julia kristeva) / hannibal nbc / the incredulity of saint thomas, caravaggio / saint catherine drinks the blood of christ, francesco vanni / the body of signification, elizabeth grosz / crash, david cronenberg / side wound of christ (england, 15th century) / the terror amc / the terror of pleasure: the contemporary horror film and postmodern theory, tania modleski (in: the horror reader)

#this is extremely stereotypical tumblrina content i apologise #i had to fabricate an excuse to watch james fitzjames side wound scene 25 times in a row #hannibal #the terror #side wound #web weaving #philosophy/theory tag #david cronenberg #crash 1996 #horror #body horror #scars tw #🦇