#injury ment

[oceanremnants]

dark cyan pearl - the first of logs from a troubled doctor over his disturbing dreams

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i think it was dark, which is always a great start to dreams, obviously.

it was impossible to see the walls, or anywhere at all past where my hand could reach. but, there were enough clues of context to tell me i was in a puppet room.

relics was there, for one.

his face was blurry, obviously considering i, haven't actually seen it yet. he was green, though. green and white, and everything around him felt... warm.

xey opened xeir arms, and i practically fell into them. even in my dreams i forget how voiddamn tired i can get, i, guess..

after a while of warmth, and silence, i looked up at xem, and xey looked down at me. xey were expecting something, although xey didn't mind if i couldn't give it,

but i could, and i wanted to, so,

i smiled, as much as i could make myself smile, more than i have for ages, actually, even in my dreams, and i tried to sign,

the second i started, though, i felt spikes along my back. poking into it, even.

cold. blue and black and gold sprang to mind, for some reason. dreams can be pretty funny.

they were confused at my hesitancy, and pulled away a bit. i knew that they were just trying to be respectful, but i was

i begged them to let me try again, in a way significantly more pathetic than it was in reality. in return, they just nodded, smiling again,

with each finger i moved the spikes just got closer to puncturing my skin. then they punctured, and got closer to stopping each one of my hearts. and then

i did manage to sign it,

"i love you!"

but the spikes decided it would be better to go for my head, instead,

i think that,

i felt my eye had been forced out of its socket, and i saw it had become squished into

uselessness, i think, considering even with all the wires connecting it to my head i couldn't see

out of it specifically, at least, and my voicebox was completely ruptured, and my mouth had been stabbed from the inside-out,

and everything was blood, for the most part. actually, the backdrop of this dream turned from a solid black to a deep red, getting lighter. maybe that was just me, though, since all relics did was smile

and

i don't think that writing this helped at all.

#tsf #lad don't look #injury ment #is this what the children of today call a 'whump' #hopefully not. #pearl #idle chatter #banner once again from thee wiki

[as-the-stars-foretold]

ooo cael you wanna ramble about all of your ocs to me ooooooooooo

oooo I am being hypnotized ooooo

so I was thinking about vesper right. ves my boy. and like I know how scars heal right. scars, especially visible ones, are generally weaker tissue and have completely different collagen arrangements and properties. and then I was thinking about how much he had to work with chemicals with his hands, without gloves. and that brought me to caustic scars.

caustic scars heal fairly similarly to fire scars, but that's beside the point. the more important thing to focus on is that he has scars on his hands. now, keep in mind, they were probably relatively severe scars. and he wouldn't get proper care because fucking ujhhh mafia. and heavy scarring on the hands can lead to the formation of contractures, or thickened areas of scar tissue that make flexing and extending your hand difficult.

now with all of that anatomy out of the way, I was thinking about him, after getting away from the mafia and as a now 18 y/o interning in a chem lab, finally getting the PT and surgeries he needs to help his hands. I imagine some lab tech saw his ungloved hands and immediately referred him to a doctor.

of course, this won't ever return his hands to normal, but it'll make working with caustic substances and fine motor tasks sooo much easier. so yeah. vesper and injuries and healing.

#ask #bird-likes-to-fandom #bird #ocs #oc vesper #injury ment

[spamsandsuch]

my revised notes for dark worlds in my fanon (based off canon evidence toby has provided thus far)

#my fanon things #deltarune #dark worlds deltarune #queen deltarune #king deltarune #since theyre mentioned #injury ment #inl1997 #inl1997 au #sorry for all the grammar + spelling mistakes i wrote all this rly fast #dreams are a repeating motif toby uses a lot especially in deltarune #so i think it would be kinda interesting if darkworlds initially existed in lightner dreams #also these notes are messy on purpose though i may add/revise things the more i continue to do research #ask to tag #you can take this as a theory if you want but its mostly for the logics of my fanon plot

[afandomroom]

au for "burn it (so even the ash doesn't remain)"?

Sorry for the time it took for me to respond ^^

So after..quite a bit of tossing the title around, I decided on a Villain Lloyd AU, specifically one that focuses less on the actual villain part and more on the aftermath. 

Basically the concept is, after falling under the Scroll of Forbidden Spinjitzu’s corruption, Lloyd goes on a villainous rampage on the city. 

The ninja are able to stop him, but not before it’s too late. And the city is burned to the ground, along with their trust in Lloyd. 

Now Lloyd has to deal with. all that.

Short (Short) Drabble for the AU under the cut. 

Warnings: Angst, Mentioned Death, Mentioned Violence, Mentioned Blood, Injuries, ask to tag. 

The splintered remains of the staff slipped from Lloyd’s hands as a wave of clarity overwhelmed him, cold and unforgiving in its wake. The scroll rolled away from him, losing itself in the shadows. 

His breath caught and shuddered. Tears pricked his eyes. 

“No- no”

The view before him, the memories lingering heavily over his mind, were nauseating. Crawling over his skin and grabbing on tight. 

Green fire flickered over the horizon. 

The city, or what little remained of it, lay before him. Burned beyond repair. Smoke drifted from piles of ash and embers, clogging up the air. 

He could still hear the screams of civilians, desperate and pained, echoing through his ears. 

The looks on their faces as they realized their green ninja -the warrior who’d promised to protect them til his final days- was to be their doom stuck with him as he took a hesitant step forward. 

His legs shook, threatening to give way as he looked out at the destruction he’d caused. All the death and pain and anguish that had been wrought by his hands. 

Slowly, he looked down. Staring at his bloody palms, stained red by what he’d done. 

……

“Lloyd..”

He flinched at the quiet voice behind him. Hesitant. Afraid. 

Familiar. 

Turning with watery eyes, the horror of his actions still sinking in, he looked at the group of injured people who stood just behind him. 

Cole was holding an unconscious and bleeding Jay. Zane helped a limping Nya stand. 

Kai stood before him, clutching a bleeding side, watching him carefully. 

Warily. 

The sight of their injuries, the look of hurt and broken trust in their eyes, hurt so much more than their anger or the city’s reactions ever could. 

He shook his head, stepping away from them, swallowing back the bile that’d crawled up his throat. 

He was a monster. 

Just like his father. 

“No-”

It was the last thing he could manage, a choked sound, before he turned on his heel and ran. 

Running as fast as he could, ignoring the sound of the ninja calling after him. Barely able to ignore the burning ruins as they passed him by. 

Stumbling over trembling legs, choking on smoke, but still pushing forward. 

Anything to outrun what he’d just done, and leave it all behind. 

#Thanks for the ask #^^ #I am..very much wanting villain Lloyd content right now so I prolly shouldn't be surprised by this lol #Anyways #Ninjago #Ninjago au #Lloyd ninjago #Lloyd Garmadon #Lloyd #Aries answers #angst #ask to tag #death ment #blood ment #injury ment #villain Lloyd #Ask answered #fabro-de-omres

[fxrtunas]

     gosh ive been asked a lot of hc questions about allan by kuro and kim which i really appreciate and cannot thank them enough for T__T and i wanna document a bit more on allan’s secret abilities. honestly its very obvious on what it is by now (not so much the origins, but what its based off of), but first!! a bit of astrologian lore then ill get into it.

     we know that each arcana represents heavens 1-6 that an astrologian can call upon and access, and essentially peer into the brief future of those around them. using the bole, for example, consults that heaven to determine the best possible future and triggering it nudges their future into a favourable one (using the arcana as a guide is p important bc there are just far too many possibilities for an astrologian to consider and it can become overwhelming). accessing the seventh heaven would push an astrologian’s body beyond their mortal limits and could result in their death if attempted. however, this is possible when they draw upon the aether of those around them to temporarily access the seventh heaven and grant a miracle to their allies. this is otherwise known as limit break 3.

     allan’s secret ability, among other things, allows him to access the seventh heaven without the aid of others around him. this doesn’t come without consequence, though: it severely drains him (basically will coma him depending on where in his timeline he uses it) and his life span, and his body takes a while to recover from it. in his lifetime, he can use it 2-3 times before his body just gives up and he dies. so he can come in handy in a very clutch situation, just at a great personal cost to himself.

     which is!!! why he is so funny to play LKJASKLFj he starts chaotic neutral but after development his alignment very much depends on the influences/actions/experiences of the stronger personalities in his verses. so if he becomes more selfish and morally bad, then he ain’t touchin this lb3 thing to save another person’s life, no thank you alkjslfkj. however, he can become inspired to use this ability if he’s influenced by a close, morally good person to do it for them (both by request and if the situation calls for it and/or if something otherwise doesn’t dissuade him from it).

     its just so entertaining to me that allan has/can get so many abilities that can be used to help other people and save them but it really just depends on his development in a verse. like. i said it before but LKJASKLfj he is once again a blue sidequest that’s completely missable LKJASLKFj and he can be wholly influenced by others, WoL or otherwise, and im cry lkJALKSfj he’s just a slutty paper bag in a storm im sorry LJALKFSJf

#ok if anyone does pay attn to my rambling (in which case i wholeheartedly wuv u and thank you for your interest) and hasn't alrdy been #spoiled in dms about allan's past + ability then well. JFKLASJF the tag probably points it out enough LMFAOO #;echo #but not rlly; there's a whole thing to it that makes it Not Right lkJALKSJF #;ooc #death ment #injury ment #a; allan. #bro if this ast lore is wrong dont @ me i watched a video thats all ALSFJIOQWJFLKWQJf

[fleuraward]

pain up my wrists and hands and fingers in general but im on that writing grind

#juneposting #injury ment #?? just in case #more like muscle pain it happens too much thank you weather

[teddybeirin]

it feels so silly to plan for bandages specifically, i say "silly" but really it is just that i dont have a word for the feeling at all and it makes me feel like i am about to cry. ive just made do without. if it's too big for a bandaid, tough shit. even when my rapist split my knee with a brick, i made do without - i had to walk on it, go to school like usual, it kept bleeding through the fabric of my uniform pants every day and i kept trying to keep at least tissue paper between it and the dirt and stuff, tanking my grades on purpose worked out for the best anyhow cuz there's no way id have been able to run the mile on it after that, im so lucky it didnt get infected. but i went without. it is the same for every other injury and sickness and hurting, the concept of not just forcing the body onwards because life is more important than limb and the future consequences don't matter if you don't make sure you have one, it is surreal.

#rape ment #i am missing a word for another tw tag #injury ment #????

[creepxmask-moved]

// blood/injury & child harm mention

// allister’s freakin trauma man . this kid was outcast and bullied his whole life and then ends up in a near death experience . he nearly died and then ended up talking to dead people and getting glowing eyes . this four year old had to walk all the way back to the orphanage with blood all over him from his head being cracked open, and being plagued with whispers from literal ghosts . and the sad thing is that he should have been taken care of after that . someone should have been there for this traumatized kid who was given powers they couldn’t understand against their will . but they only got outcast more, to the point they could not even stand people looking at their face . 

// kid needs therapy . and someone to tell them that they deserved more .

#blood ment #injury ment #👻 -- BURY ME DEEP : OOC

[corcedo]

anyways catch me crying at 4 am about the fact that kazimir has never told anyone how he died. nobody knows the full truth. even the doctor that saved him doesn't know - she was able to deduce it from the state of his body but that was ... just what ultimately killed him. she doesn't know what happened right before his death or before the explosion happened. and to be honest?? that's gonna be so fucked up to reveal

#to be deleted . #( mobile : ooc . ) #its gonna be BAD i jsut want to preface it #death ment #death tw #injury ment

[griffworks]

oh btw (burnt my mouth and something gross happened)

#injury ment #gross ment #ye have been warned #i burnt the hell out of my mouth today eating burnt ass pizza #left it for too long in the air frier #and i was really hungry at that point. too much to care and like #i felt something dangling from the roof of my mouth #Find out a piece of my mouth skin??? just shed ??? #but yeab it doesn't hurt much anymore. mouths heal so quickly #i stuck my finger in my mouth and pulled out a wad of . transparent skin. #idk what its called in english #el pellejo #the thin topmost layer of skin #anyway about the hw #lo superé #MOSTLY #i did 1 of it and then i did #uhhhh #25/10 points worth of it #had to write a letter basically asking a company to give me funds (hypothetical) and my brain just really hates the idea of that rn #still blaming that on friday not my fault at all #but Im not dying! thats the good part of it. i will be fine. my grade will survive #well! #time to draw cringe again

[solidwater05]

I dreamed that I was in a library and there was someone with a service dog, but the dog was huge and barely fit between some shelves. Later more people started bringing their non service dogs too?? It was a mess

I lead one of the dogs out because their owner said that I could walk them but there was some sort of weird squirrel outside that the dog started chasing? But these types of squirrels were known to have HUGE claws so nobody should ever get so close to them, let alone try to fight them. But the dog's owner was convince that their dog was super strong and could beat anything so started a whole emergency protocol

So, for the protocol I had to go indoors, inside a hall. The hall was curved around a circular area and it had doors and windows to look at that area. The outer walls lead to the rest of the structure

So I walked around until I reached the place where I was supposed to be, and I don't really remember what happened next.

At some point someone said that they smelled rotten pizza? So now the whole building was tasked with finding the source

The place where I was was abandoned, and it was built in a way that the structure itself served as the stairs to the main area. There were exposed pipes along the corners in some places

So me and a friend go to the main area, which was a rectangle shaped second floor with a hole in the middle that let you see the first floor. We decided to investigate the shorter sides first, my friend went to the side that used to sell food, and I went to the other side but I can't remember what it had. My friend found no pizza so we kept looking elsewhere.

The longer parts of the rectangle were on a higher floor, the one me and my friend decided to check out first was like an auditorium? There wasn't anything interesting to watch on the other side

There was a wooden bridge connecting it to the other side, which was a playground of sorts. The bridge was unstable on purpose, but it didn't have any railings. The wood was also rotten and it broke under my foot, so I had to lay there until my friend could help me

I got out but I kept trying to figure out how to save the trapped person even though the person was me and I was already out. I thought of slowly lowering the bridge to the ground, but there were children approaching to play and that would kill all of them somehow

Then my main focus was saving the children from the terribly built playground, and I don't remember how I did it but I made the playground go from 'certain death' to 'you'll break a bone but that's part of the design' and somehow that was acceptable

#ice speaks #brain cinema #injury ment #death ment #food ment

[disparate-traveller]

oughf. leg hurts too bad to sleep. which is fine. cyn needs to rest, i can take watch.

...really hoping i didn't break something though. that would be a death sentence wouldn't it.

...i know it's what got me into this mess, but... i think i'm going to try and stay awake talking into the little broadcast radio.

hope someone hears me.

#pkmn irl #rotomblr #barren lands au #injury ment

[ritties-moving]

i bit my tongue so hard it’s bleeding :(

#injury ment #i was like only halfway through my meal too

[fxrtunas]

hello its mahalina, allan’s sister

she’s absolutely gonna reveal allan’s real name to everyone accidentally

stares at hands she’s da beeg sister so she had a lot of pressure on her shoulders when in sharlayan. she also sought to impress their mum like 100% of the time so she often conformed to their mother’s opinions and shunned allan like their mother did

however!! since she’s also 100% perfectionist she often buried a lot of what she felt about this deep down. she felt like if she couldn’t do her absolute Best then she was worthless T__T so slowly she kept trying to erase her own mistakes/flaws (she and allan can :handshake: on that)

SHE’S A GUNBREAKER!!! SEXY TANK SEXY TANK SEXY TANK 

SHE’S ALSO A FILTHY PVPER LKJASLKFj she likes to beat ppl up. she got into it like. post-hw wheezes LKJASLFKj 

she has a very heavily scarred up body and uses make-up to hide burn marks on her face ;; these happened not long after her lil bro disappeared.

she’s currently searching for allan and eventually finds him during post-sb!

hhh during ew she suffers fatal injuries and goes missing. she actually becomes amnesiac and ends up staying with some garleans post-recovery. this is up in the air on how the encounter goes tho!

#OKAY I THINK THATS ALL THE MUSES I WILL ADD TO THIS BLOG #for now #wheezes lKJASLFKj #gosh i love her..... #u can tell my bias for magenta/pink is coming out lKAJSFLKASJF #ANYWAY. both her and asc2 are added to pinned post now.. hehe... #might do a short starter call for em later but we'll see :eyes: #a; mahalina. #torture ment #injury ment

[bcnes-archived]

@calmlythrilling sent masked mirror for a memory

You're a doctor. You've known you would be a doctor since the age you were old enough to figure that's what you really wanted - the day you dismissed the childish notion that maybe you did want to be a mechanic or a coal miner or a moon shuttle conductor instead. And because you are a doctor, you've seen death hundreds of times over, felt it keenly on more than one occasion. Patients and men you loved dying under your hands.

This is your first time experiencing it from the other side of the table. Your pulse is threadbare and slow in your ears. You can hear nothing else, but you feel blood dripping down the side of your head, out your ears and your nose, pooling in the back of your throat. You've spent the last god-knows-how-long observing your body as though outside of it, trapped in your own mind for whatever brief moments of lucidity you still have left to experience, documenting numbly as your veins collapse and organs slow to a shut-down. Only the occasional changing of the scenery, what little there is, blurred and darkened, indicates that you have been in and out of consciousness; at some point, someone must have maneuvered you onto your back, though your wrists are still raw and chafed, the skin peeling away with too much ease. The pain is unbearable. You realize this is the goal of their test: not the dying, but the pain. Someone grabs at your hands, firm, but gentler than the Vians. Scaphoid, lunate, triquetrum, pisiform, trapezium... even the most time-tested methods of distraction can barely keep your focus away from the feeling of it all.

It's Jim. His voice is the only thing you recognize. You feel relieved, could cry that you won't be spending the last of your time alone - and then guilty, because he shouldn't have to watch you die. He's already seen so much of it. He should have escaped already, should have left the moment he'd realized what you'd done to give him an out. Spock is there, too, because where Jim is Spock follows. You're not a doctor, Jim is insisting, as though the Vulcan's diagnoses are ever incorrect. At another time, it might have been funny to think that some of your last words will be spent agreeing with Spock of all people. But you feel disinclined to poke and prod at him - when his face comes into focus he is bent over you, his hand on your face. Not melding, which you are grateful for. The last thing you would want is for him to experience this much pain. As far as diagnosticians go, he has a far better bedside manner than most. You tell him as much. It must not have been as comforting as you'd imagined it would be. Comfort isn't part of the test, either.

What is part of the test is this: a young girl, maybe Joanna's age, being expected to suffer and die for men she has never met before and will never see again. You wonder what logic there is to measure the worth of a species against one woman, what makes it a fair weight to place on her shoulders. Why can compassion only be learned through pain? You have never experienced pain on a level quite like this before, but that has never stopped you from putting your life on the line for others. You'd just done as much for Jim, for Spock; you can't let them die, but more than that, you can't let them suffer. You love them enough to understand how much their lives are worth compared to yours. You can't let her die, either, though you do not even know her real name. To push her away is cruel, but allowing her to save you would be crueler. You are coherent enough, for a moment, to understand this.

You pray Jim will be just as understanding, though you know in reality he will never forgive you for this. There's equally little logic in worrying about the memory you will leave behind - you have no control over that. You have frighteningly little control over anything, but at least you had enough to take the decision out of their hands. For that, you can live - well, die - without being forgiven, leaving them with the memory of anger. The least they deserve is to live long enough to one day meet someone who will be just as worth dying for as they were.

#my best friend (the empath) #calmlythrilling #tell me something i don't know [ + ] asks #injury ment #death ment #blood ment #boy i dont even know what else

[sollilua]

also oh no today i was planning on staying the entire day at uni to study and have some cool dinner there but i got into so many almost-accidents that i decided it would be better to just go back home

(like???😭😭 i hurt my ankle, got a season allergy thing AND almost broke my arm??? i have literally no idea how it didn't break??? even a professor and my family are like "nahhh how is your arm okay???". it still hurts SO MUCH but i can move it)

#injury ment #fun fact the second thing i thought after the PAIN passed was <oh no how im gonna draw-- i mean. write stuff> #the first thing was obviously <......aaaand here goes my arm> #and then <after the adrenaline spike passes im passing out. am i not?>