#dislocated bone

[transmasccofee]

really hes an icon

#saiki k #saiki k fanart #art tag #physically disabled #disabled artist #im just getting progressively more disabled irl so u kno what that means *looks intensely at the disabled anime boy* #if u think about it his powers (which do physically disable him. tbc.) getting progressively more intense while he has to get more and more #aids to deal with them and live a normal life #Is a lot like my relationship with My Legs #if u think about it #also hes wearing wrist and knee braces bc he is hypermobile #this is also canon he can dislocate all of his joints and also do some wild shit w his bones

[jasmines-library]

Oh, Baby.

WHUMPTOBER DAY 21. Prompt: Vehicular accident.

Fandom: supernatural.

Summary: on the way back from a hunt, an out of control car veers into yours sending it hurtling off of the path and into a tree, leaving you trapped. Too far from the hospital, the Winchesters are left with the task of getting your body from the car as they wait for Cas to arrive.

Warnings: car crash, dislocated shoulder, broken bones/ribs, blood.

Word count: 1.4K

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Dean was driving too fast. His foot was pressed all the way down on the pedal as he let the impala fly down the road. He was drumming along to the rhythm of the music as you and Sam sang. The hunt had been successful and spirits were high. The three of you were looking forward to a hot shower and a warm bed, because the night was cold and an eerie chill hung in the air.

The October chill had cast a fog over the road, which obscured everything further than a few metres ahead, but Baby was nearing Kansas and Dean knew the roads well, so he wasn’t too fussed by the narrow roads.

But what happened next came out of nowhere. Another passing car had skidded off of the road and veered into your lane. It smashed into the left passenger side of Baby, sending her sliding off the path. Your side of the car took the brunt of the impact as it collided with a tree. The motion sent your body sliding roughly into the door with a force that was sure to leave bruises. The glass spiderwebbed and then shattered, raining down hundreds and thousands of tiny glass flakes over your head.

Dean groaned when the car stilled, sitting up abruptly. His chest felt tight where the seat belt had flattened against his ribs, so he fumbled to unclip his seatbelt. As he twisted he caught sight of his brother whose head hung low against his chest. There was glass in his hair and a small cut on his temple.

“Sam.” Dean reached over to shake his brother. “Sammy.”

Sam sat up abruptly but immediately regretted the pull in his side. “What..?”

“Are you ok?” Dean took in the caved in metal, pissed that he would have to rebuild it again.

“Fine.” Sam brushed the glass from his hair as he too surveyed the damage. But his eyes widened and he gripped his brother's arm when he suddenly remembered you in the backseat. “Y/n.”

The two of them manoeuvred their bodies in the small space so that they could face you. Some of the roof had caved in, which made it hard to see, but they managed to make out your unconscious body in the darkness. It was crumpled against the doorframe. Your head rested on the window ledge, hair matted with blood from where it had collided with the frame and scraped against the shards of glass. Your arm hung at a concerning angle, and they were almost 100% sure your shoulder was dislocated, but they couldn’t tell from this angle.

Dean reached over the seat, straining his body but you were too far away for him to reach you, so he tried to call your name. You didn’t move.

Dean cursed and pushed hard on his doors to open it. “See if you can get her door open.”

Sam forced the door open and clambered out of the car as his brother made his way round the crushed bonnet. Half of your door was completely obscured by the tree that had made the car stop spiralling out of control, making it impossible to open the door.

Dean rammed his fist into the side of the car in a fit of rage.

“Fuck! Sam help me move the car.”

The Winchesters shuffled round to the back of the car and began to haul the car away from the tree. It took a great amount of effort and their boots leaving dents in the frosty ground of them to move the impala, but when it finally inched far enough away from the tree and your door was visible, they breathed a sigh of relief. But immediately took it back when they tugged in the misshaped handle and the door didn’t budge.

Then Dean tried to rouse you again, reaching through the window and rousing your body. You whined as all of the pain flooded in at once.

“Sweetheart?”

You twisted your head to glance up at him through droopy eyes. “Dean?”

“It’s us.”

You whimpered as you tried to shift, pinned down by your seatbelt. “Hurts.”

“We know sweetheart. We’re gonna get you out of there. Just hold on for us okay?”

You nodded, but made no noise.

Sam tried the handle again but it was stuck down firmly as if someone had welded the pieces together and then encased them in a layer of concrete just to make sure that they were secure.

He then considered the window. They could pull you out from it but that would run the risk of injuring you further, especially with the shards of glass jutting out from the bottom. It was far from Sam’s first choice, but at the moment it was looking like their only option.

“Give me your jacket.” He reached out a hand to his brother.

“What?” Without his jacket the cold air would bite at Dean’s skin. Sam knew this, but Dean’s jacket was thicker than his and would provide you more protection when they moved you.

“Just give it to me.”

Dean shrugged it off after pocketing his phone and placed it in his brother's hands who then laid it across the bottom of the window and leaned forwards to talk to you.

“Okay Kid I need you to unbuckle your seatbelt. Can you do that for me?”

You fumbled blindly for the buckle, wincing at the tug on your arm and ribs, both of which were already forming dark bruises and were more likely than not broken in some places. You relaxed as the pressure lessened, but without the fabric keeping you in place, your body slumped forwards.

Sam hooked his arm under your shoulders ready to guide you out of the window. “This is gonna hurt sweetheart. I’m sorry.”

When Sam tugged upwards you screamed. Every inch of your body burned as he slid you out of the window. The strain on your shoulder was immense, and the brothers were now certain that it was dislocated.

“Stop.” You begged. “Please.”

Sam’s eyes brimmed with tears. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry but I can’t.”

He pulled you out the last stretch of the window without adding too many cuts to your fragile body, only a few nicks here or there. Dean helped ease you down onto the ground.

“Cas is on his way.” He told his brother, who gave him a brief nod of acknowledgment because his full attention was on you. It was too far to get to the hospital in time.

“We have to pop it back in.” Dean told him, gesturing to your shoulder. “If we leave it like that it’s going to get worse.”

Sam bit his lip. “I know.”

“Please… it hurts” you whimpered. “No more. Please.”

“Just a little bit more and then it’ll stop. I promise.” Sam told you, bracing his hands on your shoulders as Dean leaned you against his chest. You cried into his chest, clinging onto his shirt to hide from the cold.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart.”

“On three.” Sam said. “One. Two-“

He rolled the joint, forcing it back into place before you had time to brace yourself. You cried out sharply, nursing your arm as tears flooded your cheeks.

Shakily he removed his hands.

“All done, y/n. All done.”

Dean rubbed your back gently and cast a worried gaze at his brother who towered above the two of you.

It was fateful waiting for the flutter of wings. Dean held you close to his chest as you shivered. Whether it was from the pain or the cold he didn’t know, but they had to keep forcing you awake when your eyes drifted shut. As Dean held you, Sam made work of trying to salvage anything from the car. He had found a blanket wedged in the backseat and draped it over your shoulders.

At last, Cas finally appeared.

“I am sorry.” He rattled out. “I came as soon as I could.”

“Can you help her?” Sam asked.

He reached out and placed a gentle hand on your forehead from where a blinding light was emitted and then a wave of calm washed over you, soothing all your aches and pains before you fell asleep against Dean’s chest.

“She should be fine now.” Cas instructed “she just needs to rest.”

“Thank you.” Dean pulled your sleeping form and smiled gently into your hair, glad to still have you by his side for a while longer.

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<- DAY 21 ⛤ DAY 23 ->

Taglist:

@senjoritanana

@deans-spinster-witch

@amaryllis23

#whumptober #whumptober 23 #whumptober2023 #no.22 #vehicular accident #car crash #supernatural #supernatural x reader #Dean Winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x injured reader #sam winchester x injured reader #spn fanfic #spn x reader #Castiel x reader #blood #broken bones #broken ribs #dislocation #dislocated shoulder #Angel healing

[emichevy]

noir being 19 and 54 at the same time is such a hilarious combo. Young people flexibility with old man joints

it would be hilarious if noir had some contortionist levels of flexibility

(spider) god looking at noir: hmm yes, the most creaky joints with insane flexibility so that he’s a walking horror show if he ever turns his head around.

noir: cracks his joints 50 times as he crawls backwards after being knocked down and he needs to back up

person he’s fighting: what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck-

does noir know how much fear he strikes in the other spiders heart when his pops a joint? No, not really. He doesn’t know how loud his cracks actually are

has he ever slowly turned his head like, nearly a full 180 degrees backwards with his neck popping like a firecracker just to fuck with Peter B/Miguel? Not on purpose, he was doing his dramatic turn around and didn’t realize how creepy that was

I love this on EVERY possible level. Yes fuckinf absolutely.

I do have the HC that every spider person is the same in the way the spider that bites them gives them insane amount of flexibility- like contortion level

Ans this is so fuckifn funny to me I’m CRYING-

Adopting this thank you *smooches*

#spiderman noir #spider noir #spiderman #headcanon #bro could break an arm but wouldn’t know the difference #between a bone breaking pop #or a regular joint pop #he could probably willingly dislocate his bones too

[whumpneto]

Whumptober 2023 - No. 9: “Learning everything ain’t what it seems, that’s the thing about these days.” Polaroid | Mistaken Identity | “You’re a liar.”

Milo Ventimiglia as Peter Petrelli in Heroes (S01E09)

#whumptober2023 #no.9 #mistaken identity #milo ventimiglia #peter petrelli #Heroes #homecoming #gifs #flashing gif #regeneration #wrongful arrest #fall #blood #dislocation #broken bones #my gifs #whumpedit #queue

[coentinim]

#it's 7am #i need to get all my bones broken and joints dislocated #mondays... #medieval torture

[academiccockroach]

it's 1 AM and I have a very specific bone to pick with a very specific thing I consume, enjoy and endorse wholeheartedly

here's the thing about vampire bites. they are depicted as this little unhinged and nasty but mostly sexy thing right. our guy (gender neutral) gets bitten and it's like ah! it hurts but also it hurts good ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). and here im talking about like. proper vampire teeth, non of that twilight bullshit just two to four proper fangs nothing more nothing less

well clearly the person writing the sexy biting smut scene has never been bitten by a cat. I dont mean like 'ah no Scruffy bit me a little' i don't even mean 'oh no Sceuffy bit me a lot' i mean like a fully grown ass feral cat that has never been touched by human in its life and craves the taste of flesh biting thru skin muscle cartilage -even sometimes bone- whatever the fuck you got in your meat sack that tiny needle thin tooth is piercing right through it

and here's the thing. it doesn't hurt at first oh no. okay well it hurts but if doesn't hurt too much ya know what i mean. and it leaves a cute little mark nothing serious at all

but in a day that wound is gonna swell. and it's gunna. hurt like all fuck because it just directly injected about five gazillion bacteria directly into a neat little incubation pouch and then closed it right up. its gona swell its gonna ooze and throb and hurt and if that shits in your neck ur pretty much done for i mean an infection right next to the jugular is just easy mode for the bacteria

so unless your vampire boyfriend gargles with antiseptic beforehand you aint gotta worry about turning or bleeding out or developing a biting kink cus youre gonna be delirious from meningitis with a football sized phlegmone in your neck beggjng for the sweet sweet release of death thank you for coming to my ted talk please ensure your vampire boyfriend employs proper dental hygiene

#i also find the image of the morning after hilarious #no walk of shame but ambulance ride of shame to get the wound disinfected #and yea ive been bitten by a caf recently and reevaluated my stance on this issue #its been more than a week and my finger just stopped hurting #it legitimately looks like ive put it into a saw trap #i mean the cat had a right to bite me but man dod you have tk bite THROUGH the joint #i legitimately cried from pain four nights in a row there was no medication strong enough to stop the the trobbing #my finger was FULL of puss I mean f u l l #and I must add I got it properly cleaned right away antibiotics anti inflammatory drugs tbe whole package #i know what im doing alright but man i never want to experience thag again #one of the worst pains in my life and I've broken five bones and dislocated multiple joints #ive had thick ass meedles inserted directly into my knee no anaesthetic whatsoever and it don even come CLOSE #I HOPE THAT LITTLE SHIT IS HAPPY #roachrambles #vampires #tw biting

[friendlylocalwhumper]

This new conditioner is nice. It smells like cotton and perfume. Curls splay loose and fuzzy across his shoulders, soft from the warmth of being pressed to the pillow for the whole nap.

A hand skims across the ridges of his back. Only Emory’s familiar fingertips get to trace the thick ridges and valleys of layered scars there. When a brush across the longest, widest scar elicits a shudder and a whine of complaint, Emory scratches there. Long gentle swipes of short nails scratch at the deep uncomfortable itch until Lux finally melts again.

“Come here, Curls.” Lux shifts his hips back and hums happily when he’s swept closer to curl against his boyfriend, a bunched up blanket between them.

They’re close, warm, safe. Been safe for a long time.

Lux stretches, arms flying wide and back arching. A long groan is wrung from his throat and his eyes squeeze shut, sleepy tension melting away. Emory’s hand slipping under his upper arm to wrap around his shoulder doesn’t startle him at all. Diligent fingers press at knotted muscles and Lux whines, ending his stretch and falling still to allow the painful massage. It always feels so much better after the - after it stops -

It’s too painful. Eyes screwing shut tighter, fingers flexing sharply, Lux hisses out a sharp breath and waits for Emory to notice his reaction. He’ll stop instantly.

Knuckles dig in harder against joints that were permanently damaged years ago. Lux finally lets out a whine and twists uncomfortably, blinking his eyes open and twisting his head to see his boyfriend.

“Em? It, it, I don’t, it’s a little…”

Beautiful dark eyes glint at him. “A little…?”

He’s not understanding, somehow. Lux licks his lips and tries to find the words to explain kindly, to spare Emory the sharp heartache of causing him pain. “A li-ittle, um, it, doesn’t f-feel right, not your fault, I, I think it’s, mmh, muscles locked up, bad…”

Usually a single stutter is enough to make Emory hesitate and offer to back away. It’s not working now, though. Lux must - he must be doing it wrong somehow. Not communicating right. He should be clearer. Emory will be glad that he asked for what he needed.

“Em, um, I need, I need, I n-need, hnn!” Blue eyes fly wide and his back arches once more as fire erupts in his shoulder. It’s not - it can’t be happening. Emory’s fingers tighten their grip around the freshly popped joint, and Lux’s throat squeezes out a mewling sound before he can even understand that he’s being hurt.

“You need…?” Guides Emory in a warm, loving tone. Lux’s bare feet kick the blankets away and scramble across the bed as he tries to escape the unbearable grip on his shoulder which is creaking under Emory’s slowly flexing hands.

“I n-need, I, I, need, please!” This can’t be happening, but it is, somehow. A nightmare, maybe. Or mind magic, or - please, it must be a hallucination or trick, not his real boyfriend really mind controlled. And not… not Emory just… wanting to hurt him. Skin a sickly pale shade and fingers clawing into the mattress, Lux digs the back of his head into Emory’s chest and keens desperately.

The pop of the ball of his shoulder leaving its socket must be something he imagines as that new agony is ignited. There’s no way he could hear that, not with the blood rushing in his ears the way it is. But he imagines the sickening sound anyway. Only when he hears the soft dry sobs of his scream dying out, does he realize that he was screaming at all.

“Does that hurt, honey?” Comes the tender voice of the man he loves so much, right at the shell of his ear. Lux isn’t pinned, isn’t chained, there’s no gun or magic to his head. Still, the grip that shifts to wrap around his elbow keeps him in place with the imagined threat of this getting much, much worse somehow.

“Please…” Restless but not daring to struggle, Lux tries to swallow the sobs that threaten to catch in his throat and suffocate him. “I want… nnh, normal Emory. Safe. Don’t, I, I…” A self-interrupting sob-breath jolts his chest. “I want to wake up.”

The crunch of his elbow being snapped with sheer strength sends him arching up so sharply that Lux knocks his head back against Emory’s chin. It’s just enough to stun the hands off of his broken arm, and the warlock finally struggles, crawling with the awkward desperation of a mouse that’s finally wriggled free from a trap.

“Not so fast, baby,” Chides Emory, coolly using one of the petnames that send a chill of disgust racing up Lux’s spine. He crashes to the floor and throws himself to the bedroom door, tossing up fear-weakened magic to block the doorway behind him and lock the door shut.

There is not banging on the wood, no yelling. It’s eerily silent in there as Lux stumbles out of the house, muffling heartbroken weeping behind a sweaty palm.

#whump #drabble #angst #mind control #lux #emory #mine #broken bones #dislocated shoulder #betrayal #begging #crying #inspired by a comment that whumpr made to me today #thank you baby for the cruel idea

[painsandconfusion]

Imagine breaking a whumpee's joints and bones in a way that ensure they'll fuse together and whumpee would be a perfectly posed statue for the rest of their lives.

#might have to be on a supernatural whumpee cuz WOW thats a lot of trauma at once for a human to take #but I like it #body horror #broken bones #broken joints #dislocation #display whump

[pixiatn]

Fucking forget being built like a tank, Gotham Knights!Jason is a wholes ass monster truck bro

#bros a monster (affectionate) #but nah hes terrifying #bro can knock people out by punching them in the chest #if i was gothom goon i would pray to every fucking god imaginable to not cross paths with the red hood #thats how you know its bad cause im a fucking atheist #i would rather go against lethal red hood #cause ill just be dead #non-lethal RH would dislocate my jaw and break every bone in my upperbody #and you KNOW the rogues gallery aint providing them goons with health insurance #gotham knights #gotham knights game #gotham knights jason todd #jason todd #red hood #dc #dc games #hes scary as fuck and im oddly attracted to it🧐🤨

[trans-cuchulainn]

wow there is nothing like reading about the surgical procedures you might have to have if you don't do your physio to motivate you to do your physio

#dear god i really don't want them doing that to my bones #physio might not fix it but. maybe we can put of the surgical dislocations and bone shaving for a while #also the screws oh my god they're HUGE i did not imagine them like that #hate it actually #personal

[sasuga-whump]

The Uncanny Counter 2: episode two

Wong relocates his shoulder

There's just something about villain whumpees 🫡

#new blorbo acquired #villain whumpee #self treatment #self medicating #screaming in pain #dislocated shoulder #broken bones #defiant whumpee #scared whumpee #supernatural whump #self healing #whump #asian whump #whump blog #whump community #magical whump #whump clip #the uncanny counter #korean whump #korean drama #kdrama whump #bruises #bloody face #whimpering #screaming #crying out #heavy breathing

[lesbianchipbastard]

the horrors. theyve gotten to m e

#MY FUCKING KNEECAP #MY BONES #BABY GIRL BONES AND JOINTS DO NOT TRY TO DISLOCATE EVERY FUCKING DAY THANK YOU #vixen rambles

[natequarter]

it weirds me out sometimes that dislocation is less recognised as an injury than a broken bone because dude that shit is excruciating. and if you fuck up badly enough the effects will linger for the rest of your life. how is this "some minor type of injury mentioned in passing along with fractures" and not on par with broken bones

#also like #chronic problems with broken bones is not a problem most people have #chronic dislocation disorder is a whole thing

[raspberryjellybrains]

magnus is that genre of Teenage Boy that has the frame of a lumberjack but the build of a wet spaghetti noodle. given 5 more years and consistent nutrition he would've been a certified Hunk Of Meat™️ but instead he is stuck looking like a particularly poorly made scarecrow for the rest of eternity. tragic.

#MAGNUS doesnt know this but i am worldly and have a psychic link with this Very Real Person That Exists and do know #alex knows this btw and finds it very funny bc it is #see halfborn is the type of teenage boy who looks like hes 30 by the age of 15 canonically which i am obsessed with btw #that guy is usually a dick but is funny to think about and rotate in your brain #can you tell im in high school. #i am friends with someone of magnus' brand of Guy and he looks so scrunkly and scrawny but can squat an adult human #its a little off-putting tbh bc you look at him and go 'sweet little friend!' and he is but he could also break you in half like a saltine #this is the energy im trying to capture when i draw him btw #its very difficult but i have high hopes #im also friends with the girl version of that kind of guy. she eats croutons for fun and could break your bones #but definitely prefers playing anime character pokemon on discord :) #i love people....... #see my only cool physically traits are that i have almost 360° rotation in both legs and can dislocate my jaw hips and shoulders at will #which is cool and all but i want to pick people up which i cant really do bc im weak as shit :/ #thats really off topic but fun #i like rambling in the notes! #its where i live :-) #anyway #magnus chase #mcga #raspberry rambles

[snzluv3r]

i feel so horrendous and i worked all day and everyone kept saying how bad i looked and i have to do it all over again tomorrow?? god i wish it was friday today

#my connective tissue decided to just GIVE UP because of this flu #literally have had hundreds of dislocations today and they’ve been the kind that get stuck and actually require painful maneuvering to fix #i feel like every bone in mt body is broken #my left collarbone and shoulder have been out literally all day they won’t stay in for longer than 10 minutes #i hate this so much