Whumpy Art History, Part 2: Saint Sebastian Tended by Saint Irene
Artist: Hendrick ter Brugghen Year: 1625 Medium: Oil on canvas Dimensions: 149 cm × 119.4 cm (49 in × 16 in) Location: Allen Memorial Art Museum, Oberlin Style: Dutch Baroque
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Bigfoot shot an arrow at my foot accidentally. The wound was minor, so I asked one of my uncles to give me a Band-Aid.
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Straight to the heart. Le bon ton d'après-guerre. 1923. Evening dress by Paul Poiret.
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This Is Gonna Hurt
Warnings: blood, wounds, arrow, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery
Villain limped towards the med bay, stumbling any time they put any weight on their right leg. The leg throbbed with each beat of their heart. The swath of bandages they wrapped around their leg was stained red and was no longer stabilizing the arrow that Hero had shot them with.
Villain cursed as they stumbled once more, nearly falling on their injured leg. They threw themself to the side to avoid landing on the leg.
Supervillain poked their head out from a nearby room. "What's with all the noise?" They frowned at Villain.
"Hero shot me. With an arrow," they said through clenched teeth as they used the wall to stand. "Who the fuck uses arrows?"
"Hero apparently." Supervillain offered Villain their arm. "Let's get you to the med bay and get you cleaned up."
Villain gratefully leaned on Supervillain. "We gotta get the arrow out."
"I know." Supervillain helped Villain climb up on the exam table. "This is gonna hurt. A lot."
Villain swallowed. "I know. Just do it." They braced against the table.
"I can give you something for the pain," Supervillain offered.
"I metabolize painkillers too quickly. You know that. Besides my body is already trying to heal around the arrow. You need to pull it out. Now."
Supervillain nodded grimly. They put one hand on Villain's leg and the other on the arrow. "On the count of three then. One," and they yanked the arrow out of Villain's leg.
Villain screamed as the arrow tore through their flesh once more. Screamed and sobbed, but realized he worst of it was over. Their body could heal properly now. And soon they would be out of pain.
"Thank you," they said breathlessly to Supervillain.
"No problem. What do you say we make a plan to get Hero back, eh?" Supervillain smiled. "Meet me in my office once you can walk again."
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This has been sitting in my folders for a bit. it is meant to go with a fic- but life hasn’t allowed me and @colibrie to finish cleaning it up yet <3 sooooo you get the art for now <3 (no permanent mcd intended)
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Febuwhump Day 14: Blood-stained Tiles
warnings: blood, arrow wound, decapitation, death
this is a followup to day 11 (alt 8): killing game
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