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#injury meme
whiterabbitmemes · 2 years
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Send 🚑 to find my muse trying to hide an injury from the sender
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sphynxrpmemes · 2 years
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Send "You let me think you were dead!" to shove receiver muse in the chest only to discover receiver was injured under their clothing.
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“  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ” 
send  “  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ”  for  the  sender  to  find  the  receiver  injured  and  demand  to  know  who  did  it. ═══ CANON VERSE ═══
Within the silence of the bathroom, Robin jolted from his stasis to quickly spin around revealing the scissors in his hand, clutched so tightly that his knuckles drained of their color to match the beautiful fluffy locks that piled on the floor. The hair that remained on his head was choppy and badly cut, an implication of the haste in which the action was performed, the color a direct contrast to the black and blue framing his left eye. The tears had carved their way down his cheeks, cutting through the smeared blood from his nose as he tried to find out who had spoken those words. It sounded like someone strong, someone who he could cling to and hide behind so this sort of thing would never happen again--one too many instances of abuse. He glanced to the doorway, finally remarking the burly silhouette as he sniffled, unsure if it was Abel or someone else…someone kinder. Regardless he shoved the scissors onto the counter and turned back around to the mirror to desperately hide the weakness on full display, although it was hard to ignore and difficult to not put the pieces together. How hard had his hair been tugged? Is that why his head still pounded? Or was it the throbbing that bubbled behind his eye?
"C-Crimson, but it was--it was my fault. I'm sorry." His eyes squeezed shut as he silently cursed his inability to keep his voice steady, "I…I deserved it, I didn't listen and I didn't…I didn't want to do my job. I should have listened…please, please don't say anything." Robin's voice fell down into a whimper as he begged for the stranger to keep such a secret, knowing that if it got out he would be into even deeper shit. It might be more than his eye next time, at least now he knew that his hair could never be used as a leash.
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communistfries · 3 months
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So you know how astarion was a magistrate...
(astarion screenshot by @cheekylittlepupp!)
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whumpdoyoumean · 4 months
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From Rahul Kohli's Instagram story
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urfriendlywriter · 1 year
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death prompts that tore my heart apart:
(feel free to use<3 tw/mentions of blood! @urfriendlywriter yall.. 18th to 25th ones</3 tag me when yall write, i wanna read!!)
cradling them into your arms, blood smearing all over you
^ they try to smile, followed by an immediate hiss
"it hurts, huh."
"shh, it's gonna be fine. please keep talking." "i can't.. t-talk-"
their blood smudged hand reach for your cheek. eyes trying to focus on you
"i.. love you."
"this is not your fault."
"i can't.. *tearing up* i can't feel your touch."
eyes tearing up, not knowing what to tell you
"it hurts so much, it's so.." frustrated tears flow because there's nothing they can do now
"please don't leave me.." "i want to rest, my love."
hugging them, saying something to them and then panicking, when they don't respond. (bonus points if one said i love you and the other died right after hearing it!!)
wincing between every word.
"I'm- so...so sorry."
"You're my heaven o-on earth, did you k-know that? :)" followed my an attempt at a smile that shreds you apart.
constant shortness of breath.
they take your hand and kiss it, griping it tight. it's when their grip loosens, you know...
"You've to live your life, [name]. You need to survive, and move on, and-and be.. happy. The happiest. just like i am now."
^ "why are you happy--now?" "because i get to die in your arms. the safest place.."
noticing a tear rush down their cheek after they've closed their eyes.
"no, no-no, fuck, [name], don't give up on me like that, please-please.. stay.."
"I'm gonna get you--" "no, no, no.. no don't. don't l-leave me alone, [name]. I can't br-breathe..."
"let go of me, love, I'm gonna sleep now."
lying near their cold unmoving body.
^ holding their limb hand, praying that this is all a nightmare and then you can wake up to their cheerful self. stupid hope.
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scealaiscoite · 1 year
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taking care of a lover’s injury ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱
— “stop squirming.”
— “i hate how you put yourself in situations like these.”
— “i know it hurts, honey, i promise it’s just for a few more seconds.”
— “oh god, what happened?!”
— “don’t you dare lie. i can see it hurts, so show me.”
— “i hate seeing you in pain.”
— “it’s okay, just come here.”
— “i thought we were past this.”
— “don’t be such a baby, it’s just rubbing alcohol.”
— “you’re clearly in pain! please, just me help you.”
— “let me change your bandage before we go to bed.”
— “c’mere, let me see.”
— “how bad is it?”
— “i don’t know how to fix this.”
— “you need stitches and bedrest, not booze and more fights.”
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curiositymemes · 2 years
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HARD-TO-FIND HURT / COMFORT SENTENCE STARTERS.
a selection of some of my favorite underrepresented lines and phrases for one of my favorite tropes! feel free to change wording and pronouns and provide context as necessary. do not add to this list.    
TO THE THREAT.
“let them go.” / “let me go.”
“take me.” / “take me instead.”
“don’t hurt them.” / “i’ll do anything you say.”
“what do you want with me?”
“where are you taking them?”
“what did you do to them?”
“where is receiver?”
“give them back.”
“get away from them!”
“get off them!”
TO THE HURT.
“can you hear me?”
“wake up… please, wake up.”
“are you with me?”
“stay awake.” / “you have to stay awake.” / “please, stay awake… please…” / “promise me you’ll stay awake.” 
“don’t close your eyes.” / “open your eyes for me, name.”
“there you are.”
“just a little longer, okay?”
“i know it hurts, i’m sorry, it’ll be over soon.”
“shhh, it’s alright.”
“i need you.” / “i still need you.” / “i need you to be okay.”
“do you remember what happened?”
“name?! name! what happened?!”
“what did they do to you?” 
“if they lay a finger on him/her/them/you…” 
“if they touch a hair on his/her/their/your head…” 
“those bastards.” / “if i ever get my hands on them…” 
“i’m gonna get you out of here.”
“let’s get you out of here.” / “let’s get you out of this.” 
“we gotta get out of here.” / “it’s alright, name. we’re taking you home.”
“can you stand?” / “can you walk?” 
“i won’t let anything happen to you.”
“you’re safe.”
“it’s gonna be okay.” / “you’re gonna be okay, just hold on.” 
“you’re hurt.” / “did they hurt you?”
“i’ve got you.” 
“lean on me.”
“stay with me.”
“i can’t lose you.” / “i’m not losing you.”
“oh, name…” / “oh, kid…”
“receiver? receiver, it’s me. it’s sender.”
“i’m here.” / “i’m here. i promise.”
TO THE RESCUER.
"...where am i...?"
“what happened…?”
“i’m with you.”
“it hurts.” / “make it stop.”
“you came for me…” / “you came back…”
“you found me…”
“where were you…?”
“i’m sorry…”
“i was so scared.”
“i thought you’d never find me…”
“what are you doing here?”
“just go. you can still make it. don’t worry about me.”
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bruciemilf · 11 months
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Bruce getting a tattoo of Jason's autopsy scar
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soulrph · 1 year
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send in " take it easy. you're safe now, but you need to relax. " for the sender to greet a waking receiver after having found them badly wounded and on the brink of collapse at their doorstep.
alternatively, send in " how long was i out for? " for the sender, having woken up on the receiver's sofa/bed/spare bed, to greet the receiver after showing up on their doorstep earlier with serious injuries and in a weakened state.
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“  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ” - verse of your choice, to robin
send  “  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ”  for  the  sender  to  find  the  receiver  injured  and  demand  to  know  who  did  it. ═══ MODERN VERSE ═══
Bright green eyes lifted up to meet Evelynn's golden gaze, as if all of her wealth condensed down into her iris--sometimes they were almost too intense to keep locked onto, and those pupils sang of something lacking all humanity. Robin was quick to shake his head and turn his attention back to his bandaged hand, his fingers were still twitching from the pain and he reckoned that he desperately needed to swallow some advil. He sighed in annoyance, not really in the mood to divulge what had happened but he knew she'd find out sooner or later, and he lifted a single digit to gesture over to the coffee pot. The poor thing was shattered with its savory contents dripping and pooling along the tiled floor, the grout now stained a deep brown,
"It burnt my hand so I punched it." He paused, "I'll buy a new one."
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foolscapper · 5 months
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Vampire Gerard in Wine Stains?
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vampires when they give themselves a taste of their own medicine
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whump-or-whatever · 1 year
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memesomething · 1 year
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spot-the-muse starter prompts
muses being able (or forced) to see/watch each other is a great way to start or set up interactions. these are a set of visible prompts that might work as premises for starters. feel free to specify which muse is watching and which muse is experiencing the prompt!
send a number for a starter where one muse watches the other....
being strangled
being hit on by someone they're uninterested in
crawling out of an alley somewhere
getting soaked as a passing car drives through a puddle
dancing/standing in the rain
defending the other muse physically or verbally
talking about the other muse with someone else (and they don't think the other muse is listening)
sleeping in the grass in a park
returning the last copy of a library book the other muse wanted to borrow
trying and failing to eat a messy meal without making a mess
tripping up a staircase
doing their job particularly well
realising they can't pay for their coffee at a cafe
missing their stop on public transport
sighing as their phone runs out of charge when they really needed it to get home
defending themselves physically or verbally
needing help
asking someone else for help and not getting it
wrapping up (or trying to hide) a wound
passing out (or about to pass out)
interacting with a scared animal
sacrificing/giving up something they wanted, so that someone else can have it
having a nightmare
drowning
attempting to escape a disastrous blind date
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pandaspwnz · 3 months
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So I don't think this is actually the case but what if Eliza and Isaac's deaths werent over a petty amount of cash and a robbery gone wrong? What if, instead, Dutch had seen Arthur spending time with them, had perceived him slipping away as a threat: a threat to himself, his gang, his security, his family, afraid of losing his lead enforcer - whether he truly at that point did love him like a son, or not. And in his insecurity or fear or whatever other reason, he finds someone rotten, unrelated to the gang, and he pays them to murder Eliza and her little boy, so no one will ever tempt Arthur away from the flock, and he instead puts all his energy and time into the gang, the only family he has left.
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gotham-response · 3 months
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