#head trauma cw

[multi-lefaiye]

"... i have SUCH a headache."

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some eden art inspired by events in the dark urge storyline in bg3!! because dark urge eden is so fun to me. i'm like,,, stupid proud of how this turned out. sorry about the head trauma, eden, but this art fucks.

art taglist (ask to be + or -): @lychniscitrus @transmasc-wizard @skitzo-kero @presidentquinn @midnight-and-his-melodiverse @approximately20eggs @albatris  @jezifster @rosesandartss  @astonishednoodle @anexor @astral-runic @moonflowerrss @kk7-rbs @invaderskoodge @whonsper @chaieyestea

#Multi's Artwork #eden linnaeus #blood cw #head trauma cw #bg3

[blinkpen]

[bonk] / which way is up

#mog art #artists on tumblr #demersa #head trauma cw #blood cw #bare chest cw #body horror mild

[path-forbidden]

had my hair professionally cut for the first time since one half-forgotten trip in far childhood. Back then I froze, nodded to everything and pounded my head into a window afterwards when the wave broke.

Better this time, having unlocked (for me) a supreme chillness. Had my body cord-tight but conversated smoothly, which is ever the way, huh, actually got what I wanted. Twenty or more years to get out from under this mat!

#head trauma cw

[fictionkinfessions]

Fun facts with Jane Doe when you get beheaded your head stays conscious for a few moments. This includes getting it cut off by a rusty piece of metal after getting launched out of a roller coaster

My neck hurts.

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #janedoekin #gore cw #death cw #demolition cw #heights cw #head trauma cw #mod party cat

[whumpitlikeyoumeanit]

Whumpcember 7

All of this Whumpcember is a single, long fic, with the prompts used in specific scenes, in order. See the Masterlist and AO3 link here.

((content warnings: head trauma, brain damage, blood, beating?, domestic violence?, gaslighting?, unreality, gentle whumper / carewhumper))

promptspiration: @whumpcember Day 7: Fainting

Whumpee: Draco Malfoy Carewhumper: Harry Potter Pairing: mild Harry/Draco whump type: slow burn abuse fic with a whumpee who doesn't even realise he's a prisoner -> looks like hurt/comfort, sick fic fic type: post-Hogwarts AU

words: ~2200

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Draco woke in the dark, the fire burned out, and he was cold. When was he not cold? He could tell immediately that he was fully awake and would not be sleeping again, and he made himself leave the warmth of the blankets, because he could feel dark thoughts pressing against the back of his mind that he needed to distract himself from. 

He took a single bite of the half a sandwich remaining beside the bed and then got up. 

And the door was locked again. A sudden surge of fury had him yanking the door with a yell; this time, it came open for him with, and the satisfaction sat happily alongside the anger. He was going to kill him. If he was accused of murder, he might as well follow through, and right now he could not think of anyone he would rather kill than the condescending asshat who kept locking him in his room… 

He was just at the bottom of the stairs when the front door came open with a wave of cold air. The wandlight went out in the same instant he looked over, leaving him with just the impression of a tall silhouette carrying several bags or packages, against the vaguely orangish light of the street. For a split second, he didn't think he recognised the silhouette — it was too tall, too thin, too angular, it wasn't Harry at all, it was an Auror or a Death Eater come for him—

Then he yelled, and even if the voice was still deep and strange with fury, the tone of it was so terrifyingly familiar that it stopped his breath and froze him in place. "God damn it, Draco!" 

Any sound he made was drowned out in the sound of Harry's packages hitting the floor, and then he had crossed the hall and grabbed him by the arm, yanking him from the stairs. Draco gasped and seized up in a sudden irrational surge of fear, like his heart had locked up.

"I gave you one fucking instruction!" His back was slammed into the wall, and he tried to pull away, then Harry's fingers snatched a handful of his hair to hold him still. "One fucking thing, for your own good, and you can't even do that!" He tried to grab his arm and Harry slammed his head into the wall. The darkness bloomed with irrational flashes of colour, blood was rushing in his ears, so much pain spiked through his head he almost couldn't hear him. His head was yanked up and then driven into the wall again. "Why is it so damned hard for you to do as you're told?" 

He couldn't control his limbs; his legs went limp and dragged him down the wall, twitching, everything pulling away in the sound of blood rushing and indecipherable yelling.

—-

"Draco!"

There was light, but it hurt him to look. He moved his face away from it and was overwhelmed by blinding pain in his head. He couldn't move, could barely breathe. 

"Thank Merlin…" Harry breathed above him, and a hand rested on his chest. There were more words but it didn't make much sense, something about healing. They weren't important, out there beyond the pain. He whimpered faintly as something touched him and the pain burst through his skull. 

A reassuring hand rubbed his chest slowly, and the pain in his head slowly lessened, to the sound of Harry's murmured spells. He was able to start breathing better and cracked his eyes open. The light of the single lit lamp up the wall was still a lot, but it didn't quite hurt. 

"Can you hear me, Draco?" Harry leaned over him, searching his face.

His heart jumped into his throat and he sat up with a gasp, almost hit him with his head, pushed away, and collapsed against the bottom railing of the bannister, churning stomach heaving but not quite able to throw up. The room was spinning and he couldn't let go or he'd tumble away. 

"It's okay." Harry followed and set his hands on his back. "It's all right, take it easy, you hit your head—"

"You did this!" He twisted and weakly tried to shove his hands away in a blind panic. 

Harry pulled back with a bewildered expression. "What?" 

"You hit… Yelling…" He was gasping and pushing himself back, away from him, before he could hurt him again. 

Harry held up his hands backing away. "You think I hit you?" 

"You locked my door!"

"I didn't, Draco. I told you I wouldn't do that." He reached out tentatively. Like he was a wild animal. "And what does that have to do with hitting you?" 

"I don't…" He hunched over, holding his head in one hand. If it would just stop hurting he could think!

"Draco…" A hand lightly settled on his shoulder, and lifted when he flinched and shoved him away, and then returned to rub his arm. "Draco, calm down. It's all right. Nobody's going to hurt you. Were you dreaming?" 

"No!" He held his head where Harry had smashed it into the wall; his hair was matted with blood, and it hurt, so fucking bad. 

"Hey, hey." Harry moved closer and put his arm around him, holding him with implacable gentleness when he tried to pull away again. His heart was racing but he couldn't move when he realised he was trapped — couldn't get away. Couldn't breathe. "Hey, it's all right. You hit your head, bad. What you're saying sounds like your dreams — those nightmares you have about me?" He rubbed his back slowly. "It doesn't make sense. I locked your door and then punched you? How could I do that?"

"I don't…" Draco gasped, clutching around his mind for any kind of answers. 

"Look, Draco." Harry held him against his side and nudged his jaw to turn his face up so he could look around him. They were at the foot of the stairs. There was a distressingly large pool of half-coagulated blood across two steps, and a large spot of it on a step above. His voice was so calm, reasonable, understanding. "I have an idea. Remember how we saw your mind would make up memories?"

"No…" he said quietly. Not because he didn't remember that, but he refused it. 

"I think maybe… you hit your head and don't remember how, so your mind picked up your dreams for an explanation." 

"I'm not lying—"

"If that's what happened, it's not your fault. It looks like you hit your head on the stairs," Harry said, rubbing his arm. "Do you remember how? Anything would help. Or is it just me that you remember?"

"No…" He stared helplessly at the blood on the stairs. On the stairs. He didn't remember anything about the stairs. He looked at the wall in confusion, where Harry had hit him, but there was nothing there. No blood, no dents or cracks. He looked back at the stairs. "I…"

Harry rubbed his arm. "You're all right," he murmured. Draco looked at him, not even sure what he was hoping to see, but he found him looking into his face with an expression of both sympathy and fear. He looked so unguarded. Harry realised he was caught looking and looked up the stairs instead. 

"You passed out," he realised quietly. He anxiously squeezed Draco against his side. "It is my fault… You tried to come downstairs, and I wasn't here to help, and you fainted and fell. Probably because you haven't been eating. I knew I shouldn't have left you, I'm sorry…" 

He looked up the stairs, into the darkness. Was that right? He just… fainted? Harry's hand grabbing a fistful of his hair felt so real. He lifted his hand to his hair, but he couldn't feel anything. That side wasn't bloody. "I fell," he murmured, testing it out. All of the evidence said that was true. Why was his mind so cruel to him, then? So desperate for memories that it made up something so terrible just to fill a gap? It would rather believe Harry hurt him that way than not have anything?

"I'm sorry," Harry repeated quietly, running his hand down Draco's hair. "I won't let it happen again." He let him go long enough to raise his wand and clean the blood from the stairs. "I'm going to help you up." 

He stood up and pulled Draco to his feet, and Draco almost collapsed again. The nausea rose up in a wave and the room spun wildly, but the real problem was that his leg buckled out from under him. Harry caught him against his chest, and Draco weakly held onto his shirt, holding his head and trying to catch his breath to push the pain away. Occlumency to put away pain, make it go far away… Didn't really work… 

"That's not good," Harry said, rubbing his back. "Let's get you cleaned up and I'll check you out. Up…" He supported him up the stairs, into the bathroom; he managed to get his legs working and focus on one step at a time. Draco winced away when he lit the lamp; the light felt like it stabbed him through the temples.

Draco got a glimpse of himself in the mirror, and was arrested by the sight of the blood that not only plastered his hair on the right side of his head to his skull and pulled it into clumps, but also covered that side of his face. He hadn't even realised. With his thin face and sunken eyes, he looked like a corpse. "Sick," he whispered.

"Don't, you haven't eaten enough to be sick, you'll hurt yourself." Harry conjured up a stool for him to sit. He wet a cloth and started wiping his face down; Draco closed his eyes and let him without interruption. "I guess I could do this with magic," Harry allowed, holding his jaw gently to keep his head from moving, "but I want to see if there are any other injuries, and judge how much it still hurts." 

"Much." 

"I know," he assured him. "I can see that. Let me know if something specifically hurts more, though." 

The warm cloth wasn't unpleasant, until it pressed against his cheekbone and he had to gasp and reach for Harry's arm, to hold it back. Harry resisted gently, but prodded the area with his fingers, feeling the swelling. "Here?"

"Yes…" 

"All right. It feels like there might be a small break. I'll take care of it." He took up his wand and drew it along Draco's cheek. A warm line came after the wand as the healing magic sank into his skin. "How's that?"

He nodded, just a little, and regretted it. Pain still lanced through his head with every movement, like a fiery net wrapped around the back of his neck and up over his skull that burned every time he pulled on it. 

"Okay. That's good." Harry's fingers prodded his cheek lightly again, found it no longer sensitive, and went back to cleaning the blood. He moved onto his hair — and almost immediately discovered that the source of the massive pain in his head was just there, no visible wound but a spot high above his ear that made Draco stop breathing at the lightest touch. Tears of sheer pain leaked out the corners of his eyes — there was no emotion behind it, no social angle, no room for any of that beyond the pure physical agony that just forced them out. He needed him to stop touching, just stop…

"Shh, it's okay," Harry murmured, and took his hands away. "It's okay." He switched to his wand again and cast a spell over him. This time the difference was negligible, though, and Harry ran his hand down the back of his hair gently, but that still caused intense pain. 

He felt Harry's hands guiding him up, holding his elbow and the other going around his shoulders. He didn't have the wherewithal to resist. He limped after him, back to his bedroom, and Harry helped him lie down. He was thoughtful enough not to light any lights, and there was only a thin line around the edge of the window to see by. 

Harry sat on the edge of the bed with him, one knee drawn up on it, and very intentionally held both of his hands. "Squeeze my hands for me, I need to check something." He did as asked without questioning it, more focusing on his breathing, trying to find some sort of equilibrium. The breathing might be making the pain subside, just a little. Or maybe it was lying down, or just not moving. "Hard as you can… All right." He set his hands gently back on his stomach. 

"What…?" he asked faintly.

"Nothing." Harry rubbed his arm. "I noticed you're not speaking well. I need you to show me that you can." 

"Can… It just hurts…" 

"Come on, show me full sentences." 

He forced open his eyes and slightly turned his head to look at him. Even that shot pain up from his neck. "I can talk. I'm just… it's hard…" 

"Why is it hard?" he prodded.

"Head hurts." He closed his eyes again. "Too much to think…"

"But you were okay before?"

He didn't know what he was talking about, didn't have the presence of mind to figure it out. 

Harry eventually rubbed his chest lightly. "I'm going to put you to sleep and find you something for your head. I think rest is good for you right now, okay?"

"Yes…" Sleep, he wanted that. The respite of darkness. Please. 

Harry rubbed his chest then squeezed his hand, and then there was nothing.

#whump writing #whumpcember2023 #whumpcember2023 day 7 #fainting #draco x harry #draco whumpee #draco malfoy whump #hurt/comfort #not a prompt whumpitlikeyoumeanit #head trauma cw #whumpitlikeyoumeanit wrote it

[emberoops]

trying to figure out how many visitors would be allowed into the fictional trauma ward of my book led me down a rabbit hole.

turns out there is a study *specifically about* family caregivers and their role in visitation of people with moderate-to-severe TBI, which is exactly what im writing in these scenes.

god, i love this.

now we'll see if i can actually understand everything they wrote down - so far im muddling through alright, although when it comes to methodology i genuinely do not know all of the theories they're name-dropping, so i can't evaluate their appropriateness.

#head trauma cw #brain injury cw #(( #ic for ooc? #sort of? #im writing it ooc so it can be written ic but im posting about the process ic #its recursive.)) #((Also because I actually AM writing this - I know I have a few followers who have experience in the subject. #Anyone willing/interested in talking on that is welcome to - although I have interviewed someone in recovery from a more minor TBI #and am doing a LOT of research to make this more accurate if possible. #anyways this is a really fun project #even if the ways it blurs the lines between ic and ooc is somewhat uncomfortable sometimes #i love writing books and this one is a very new genre for me in many ways #which is extremely fun))

[creepxmask-moved]

@pidgcyatto liked for a hospital arc starter .

“ . . . I’m scared to go inside . “ evidenced by the fact he was sitting outside of the hospital instead of entering it . even though he was visibly in pain, and his mask and shirt was stained red .

the accident had only happened a short while ago, but the blood hadn’t stopped . and he had no idea where the man who hurt him was .

“ . . . it really hurts . “

#👻 -- ive been ghosting : ic #blood cw #injury cw #head trauma cw #hospital arc ;

[wrxthfulguard]

Don still remembers the pain of his death.

(TW: Death, gore, blood, violence)

From the first strike of Negan's barbed-wire bat to his head... The exploding pain of his skull... A part of his head's skin and hair was scalped off by the barbed wire on the baseball bat, the blood running down his head at a dangerous rate as his skull was split open in half.

The first strike forced him down on his knees... But he slowly stood up shakenly with heavy breathing, his last words to Negan was not a word, but a pure roar of defiance, wrath... Rage... Hatred to his now-former leader's face up-close and personal.

The last sight was Negan calmly raising his bloodied bat, Lucille... And then it coming down onto his head.

That last sight was always in his mind, the last thing that made him wake up from a trauma-induced nightmare.

#oc drabbles #v; fighting and surviving (main) #blood cw #gore cw #head trauma cw #death cw #out of duty (OOC)

[himbopunk]

if you like my art consider supporting me on my ko-fi

some sketch comms for a friend of our dnd gayboys and his murder lesbian

#women who kill <3 #friend ocs #oc tag #dnd #izzy #a'lia #dewey #dazed n confused #blood cw #gore cw #decapitation cw #head trauma cw #q

[camplease]

i feel like this is a hot take, but it's clear to me that so much of ianthe's outward projection of superiority is a deeply ingrained — really, formative — sense of inadequacy. it's to prove to everyone, even the people who were supposed to love her, who were supposed to inherently value her, that she does actually have value — in fact, she has the most value because look at what she can DO!

and i don't even think she's entirely internalized that, but that kind of projection kind of falls apart if you show even a moment of self-doubt

and i know ianthe isn’t supposed to be sympathetic here, or at least i’m assuming she’s not to most people, but can you imagine the body horror of being inextricably tied to and irrevocably altered by the guy you grew up with and didn’t even really like and who didn’t like you either (but who served you because that was his Role, and, who, even though you’ll never admit it, you maybe even cared about a bit because at a certain point that’s kind of unavoidable - i know she tried to convince palamedes she didn’t, but she is a known liar prone to sentimentality), but it was fine because you knew you were better than him, too?

except now you're not exactly, not entirely better than him, because he's not just fueling you, you didn't get to just use him to become someone who matters. instead, he's part of you, and you still don't matter?

like from what she says about her parents' reaction to the canaan house aftermath, even that part didn't work. she didn't earn mommy and daddy's validation, admiration, anything

and she's running his empire, but she's still third place to surrogate daddy, too. if she even places!

ianthe naberius is very much the consequences of her own actions, i’m not going full apologia here, just imagining being in that position and. goddamn

#ianthe tridentarius #the unwanted guest #naberius tern #the locked tomb #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #ianthe naberius #tridentarii #cw ianthe #m.tlt #tlt #anyway #† #i say all of this when actually i may be entering my ianthe apologist era i have a whole in defense of essay in my head that #i haven’t been up to articulating so far 🤡 #like boo hoo poor her but like also KIND OF MAYBE IDK IDK LISTEN IM JUST SAYING #people have so much sympathy for harrow because of her childhood trauma but i feel likeeee. ianthe’s childhood sounds profoundly fucked and #neglectful even from the small glimpses we’ve gotten into it so far #doesn’t excuse her at all and also yes obviously harrow has taken concrete steps towards becoming a better person even having spent less #time being an adult i'm not discounting that at all i'm not saying they're exactly the same #just ALSO! #you know etc etc i’ll get to it eventually maybe

[garaks-padded-bra]

why is my dog such a little kiss ass like every time hes hurt he hides it. Okay bro youre so brave good job, id like to KNOW next time when you’ve broken a rib though. Thanks. He once went 3 days with his eye split open and didnt do shit and because his hairs so long nobody noticed. He was literally trotting about acting like nothing was wrong. When we went to the vet she took a picture to show her students. thats how fucked up he was. And then after they removed it he, again, had no reaction. What is he so bad ass for. Tally. Tally. I need you to be a little bitch about things. Tally. Stop thugging it out. TALLY

#eye trauma #eye cw #bro #this fuckin dog #what is his problme #i need to know when to take you to the vet shit head #i love you

[blinkpen]

oh right, forgot i promised i'd post this too, let's give it up for my pretty unmarketable girls,

or, "when the toxic yuri drops at least three pegs in HeeHoo level and jumps up a matching number of pegs in Jesus Fucking Christ What the Fuck This Isn't Sexy I'm Simply Uncomfortable" or, "when you've been playing with your 'No Harm No Foul, Right?' weapons so whimsically, that your myopic jackass muscle memory was not calibrated for a kneejerk violent outburst moment, and what you are holding is NOT one of your 'No Harm No Foul, Right?' weapons, and your mortal gf was not wearing her tender human skull protecting helmet, because she didn't think she'd need to have that on when just talking to you"

violence-softening loony tunes glaze Removed under cut

#doodles #oc babble #demersa #grimstone #monster girl #blood cw #head trauma cw #injury cw #now that's what i call unhinged lesbians etc etc

[path-forbidden]

someone who really makes disgust their own can feel a rough and rocky pride. It's a sour thing to do, but not without pleasure.

When someone positions themselves in fragility-safety-innocence, I want to slap them across the face, casual-like. Just settle in close and watch them shrink. Yes, you're exactly what you asked for, a gentle flower being threatened by a degenerate, and does it feel good?

I imagine some people we find vile get a similar thrill. When you take an extreme position, your perspective can easily cast other people as weak. Learning to relish other people's disgust, you probably learn to be buoyed by your disgust for them.

I try to exercise restraint, so it's necessary to also value sharp and clear perception.

#head trauma cw

[fictionkinfessions]

I'm a Jack Kennedy kin (Kin-nedy if you may), and I hate how I died. Fully died. I put on that damned rabbit suit's head for fun, for a little laugh, but apparently nah, had to get my skull crushed by ghost children that I was trying to free.

-🦊🔧

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#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #jackkennedykin #dsafkin #death cw #ghosts cw #child death cw #crushing cw #head trauma cw #injuries cw #mod party cat

[dittomoon]

So, I drew this back in October 2021 but only shared it on the BoJack Horseman Reddit - I liked the idea of lining up the diamonds in Bojacks family tree, ending up with Hollyhock breaking away from their family trauma. I only realised after the sketch that Honey doesn’t have a diamond but I still wanted her to be at the top.

#head wound cw #blood cw #trauma cw #bojack horseman #beatrice horseman #honey sugarman #hollyhock manheim mannheim guerrero robinson zilberschlag hsung fonzerelli mcquack #family trauma #fire #tar #fan art

[emberoops]

back to the drawing board with figuring out how this consciousness transfer is done.

maybe a functional mri would work - but with a comatose patient, that wouldn't provide meaningful data, would it?

augh.

#or society has progressed way more technologically than originally anticipated #in which case i need to really build how this all works #because it wouldn't be a comparable society to what i have. #book talk #head injury cw #head trauma cw