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one-piece-aus · 7 months

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Hi 👋 can i request day 4 for zoro in your whumptober event?

Of course!

Whumptober Day 4

Zoro x Reader

"Is there a problem?" Zoro asked, raising a brow at you.

His words hardly registered in your mind, you were too distracted by the aura that shadowed over this man. You swore you saw a red gleam in his eyes that made your skin turn to ice under its gaze. He approached you, and you slowly backed away until you lost balance, falling on your backside, and now he stood in front of you. You could only stare up with fear rattling your body as his hand reached out toward your face.

"You in there?" Zoro questioned poking your forehead.

You didn't respond, you only stared. The air slowly shifted to a stiff atmosphere turning your gaze to an unsettling feeling crawling on his shoulders. Creeped out, Zoro retracted his hand. "Geez, lady, I just asked you a question, quit staring."

You shifted your body to a better sitting position but your gaze never drifted away from him. Zoro sighed and turned his head away from you.

"Just my luck," Zoro grumbled backing up and scratching his hair. "The others wandered off and I run into some lady that can't use words."

"What..." you muttered something but he couldn't make out the rest.

"What was that?" He leaned closer to you.

You flinched from his aggravated tone, at least that's what your brain told you that'd what his tone was. "What- what are you?"

"I'm a swordsman," he bluntly stated.

"No- what are you?" You asked again.

"I'm a pirate."

"I don't mean what do you do, I mean, what are you?"

Zoro frowned his brows at you, not understanding what you were getting at. He's a swordsman, a pirate, what else could you be asking him? Your face didn't give him any clues either, it just seemed you were staring at a phantom. Why are women hard to understand-

"Your eyes..."

"What about my eyes?"

"Danger... I see danger in your eyes. They're surrounded by darkness, a red gleam follows when they move, they aren't human."

Zoro stared at you, silence preventing him from forming words. You just sat there gazing at him yet it felt you were seeing something beyond his surface. Could you see his so-

"ZORRRRROOOOOO!" Ah, that was his captain calling for him.

He turned his back to you and started walking away, though no matter how far he strayed away from you, he could feel your eyes melting his back. He glanced over his shoulder yet he saw no trace of you.

"Hey, Zoro!"

"Hm?" Zoro faced forward and saw his captain approaching him. "Oh hey, Luffy."

"Is something buggin' ya?" Luffy tilted his head.

"No, just an itch on my back," Zoro told him.

"Hmmmmmmmm, okay!" Luffy turned around leaving it be. "Come on, Nami's waiting for us."

"I'm coming."

Zoro took one last glance back, for a brief you were there standing in the distance, eyes wide and boring into his soul. He blinked and you were gone. Shaking his head, he followed his captain, suffering the fate of eyes haunting his back.

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sheppardsmckay · 6 months

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Whumptober2023

No. 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.”

#whumptober2023 #no 4 #“I see the danger It’s written there in your eyes.”#stargate atlantis #gifs #sgaedit #Stargateedit #my creation #sga #Rodney and Sheppard #usergif #userstream #userlgbtq #pscentral #userbbelcher #tvgifs #john Sheppard #Rodney McKay

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lidatan · 1 year

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Late post, Elan no. 4 x Suletta

#elan ceres #elan no. 4 #no 4 #elan x suletta #elan 4 x suletta #gundam witch #g witch #gundam witch from mercury #artwork #digital art #digital illustration #fancomic #my art #fuck episode 10 #suletta mercury

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skybristle · 1 month

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i should really talk about echoing strife [another local group] of mine more here. maybe when me and cheshire have them all designed.................. if you thought the interpersonal drama in bh go crazy you ain't seen nothing /hj

#its like 4am in their timezone but now im thinking abt off string in general #if these bitches had the option to fight i guarentee at least like #3 of them would be dead #no 4 #i have a toyhouse folder for em but. yaknow.#sky rambles #story tag: echoing strife

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mizumi-kahago-art · 2 years

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Danganronpa Tarot - No. 4 The Emperor (Byakuya)

#byakuya togami #togami #byakuya #togami byakuya #danganronpa trigger happ #dangan #ronpa #danganronpa #trigger happy havoc #no 4 #the emperor #no 4 the emperor #tarot #deck #cards #danganronpa fanart

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youremyangel · 1 year

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New Official Art!

#jibaku shounen hanako kun #jibaku shonen hanako kun #jibaku shoujo hanako kun #jshk #toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk #tbhk shijima #mei shijima #no 4

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talesofedo · 2 years

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#whumptober2022 #no. 4 #no 4 #hidden injury #waking up disoriented #oc #art #ronindraws #edo period

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basaltbutch · 1 year

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ohhhhhh this quilt is SO fucked up......

#warping all over the place (affectionate)#whatever. isnt supposed to be perfect just supposed to be mine #it speaks #also i've been working on this for 3 years now #NO 4 #started december 2019 in my spanish class

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robinrites · 2 years

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Day Four: Safer With You

Happy whumptober day 4 :)

Crossposted on ao3 (zthewriter108)

Jaskier has been injured while on a job with Geralt, but is too embarrassed to speak up and resorts to treating himself, but he's no doctor and can only do so much.

Prompts: Dead on Your Feet, Hidden Injury, Don't Pass Out, Waking Up Disoriented

TW: Semi-graphic description of an injury

As the sun set, Geralt and Jaskier began to settle into camp for the night. Jaskier finds himself waiting until Geralt has settled into his trance-like sleep for the night. Once he is certain the Witcher is asleep, he scoots closer to the fire, then lifts up his shirt. His eyes immediately land on a bright red splotch seeping through the bandage he’d crudely wrapped around his torso before he and Geralt had set out that morning. Jaskier does his best to carefully pull off the old bandage, but he can’t help but wince when it sticks slightly to his skin.

Jaskier glances over at Geralt again, just to make sure he hasn’t been woken up yet, he knows he’d never hear the end of it from Geralt if he mentioned he got injured on their last mission. Jaskier shoves the dirty bandage back into his pouch then pulls out a small container and new bandages he had gotten earlier before they left down. I just need to run to the market to see if they have any new bath salts, he’d told Geralt, knowing that Geralt wouldn’t want to come if it was for something as boring as bath salts. Jaskier carefully opens the tin, then grabs some of the salve inside to put on his wound.

The second his hand touches where the beast had stabbed him, the area that is slowly getting more and more disinfected, he lets out a cry of pain, which he quickly cuts off. Geralt stirs slightly, but doesn’t wake. He sighs in relief before grabbing a spare shirt to shove in his mouth to stifle his cries of pain. Though it only takes him minutes to finish spreading the salve, it feels like hours have passed and by the end of it, tears are falling down his face.

Jaskier forces himself to look at the injury, just to make sure that he is doing all he should be doing to treat it. Just below his right pectoral lies a deep stab wound, roughly 4 centimeters (Author’s Note: I’m American and have no gauge for how big a 4 cm hole is, but just imagine with me that it’s about the size of a golf ball. Thanks, end A/N). Sharp red lines spread from the hole outwards across his chest. Jaskier fights back bile when he notices a tinge of green present in the injuries as well. He sighs, knowing he’s done all he can to treat it at the moment, or at least until they go into town next.

Jaskier picks back up the bandage he’d pulled from his bag, then carefully begins to wrap it around his torso again. He finishes wrapping himself up, then tucks the end of the bandage into the edge of it to secure it. Jaskier then carefully slides back on his shirt, then lays down, allowing sleep to finally come over him.

The next morning, Geralt seems to be on a mission, in spite of the fact that they have yet to receive a new job to do. He wakes Jaskier up with such urgency, for a split second he fears they’re being attacked. When he sits up the world spins around him, before slowly beginning to focus on Geralt in front of him, his hand on Jaskier’s shoulder.

“You okay, Jaskier?”

“‘M fine Geralt,” He mutters, in spite of the fact that he is currently the opposite of fine. “Just a little tired, tha’sall.” Geralt stands up, shaking his head, but before he can turn away Jaskier holds out his hand, “Help me up?”

Geralt pulls him to his feet, catching him when he seems to wobble. “Jask? Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Gods Geralt, you worry like a mother, has anyone ever told you that?” Jaskier weakly laughs, mainly to himself. “Like I said, I’m just tired, didn’t sleep well last night, the uh,” His mind races for an excuse, “the trees were too creaky last night. Acorns kept falling on my head, hard to sleep like that.” He sees Geralt giving him the look, the one that means, ‘I can just drop you off at the next town if this is too much for you’ and he panics. “But like I’ve said, I am a-okay, just give me a few minutes to shake the groggy off.”

After Jaskier takes a minute to coax the bile to go back down his throat, and tells the world to stop spinning for at least a couple hours, he smiles at Geralt. Geralt looks him up and down, then frowns, but if he notices anything is off he doesn’t say anything.

“Would you like to ride Roach today, Jaskier?”

Jaskier forces another laugh, “Why would I need that? Plus you’ve said Roach doesn’t like me so, I think I’ll pass.”

“I just- I thought I’d offer, since you are tired.” Geralt shakes his head, then hops up onto Roach’s back, “Nevermind. Ready to go?”

“Psh, I was waiting on you.” Jaskier smiles, lightly shoving his shoulder into Roach playfully. This move catches him off balance, he stumbles into Roach slightly, disturbing the horse, but a quick look shows Geralt didn’t take notice-- or he didn’t care. Jaskier hopes it was the former.

As they walk, Jaskier swings his lute around to his front, hoping the music will help take his mind off the pain. He hums a tune, on and off, trying to rotate through his songs but mainly sticking with everyone’s favorite, “Toss a Coin”. By the end of his fourth time singing the song, he finds himself barely able to stay upright. He tightens his grip on his lute, as if that could hold him to reality, help him stay awake, but he feels himself slipping more and more. Jaskier forces himself to look up, where the sun sits directly above his head. A laugh escapes his throat, first he gets stabbed and now the sun dares to mock him too.

“Jaskier?” Geralt slightly tugs on Roach’s reign, getting him to stop so he can look at the bard. Jaskier leans against Roach’s side, his legs shaking from the effort of holding himself up.

“Geralt?” Jaskier slurs out, his eyelids fluttering uncontrollably. “I don’t feel so good.” Somehow, maybe it’s that Witcher agility, but somehow Geralt is off Roach, catching Jaskier in his arms before he can hit the ground. Not that Jaskier notices, he’s asleep before he even knows he’s falling.

Geralt lowers Jaskier to the ground gently, then grabs his pack from Roach. His eyes scan Jaskier for any sign of injury, then he notices the bandages peeking out from underneath Jaskier’s shirt.

“Fuck Jaskier,” He whispers even though he knows Jaskier can’t hear him, “What happened to you?”

He gently lifts Jaskier’s shirt up and over his head, then sets it on the ground beside them. Blood stains the bandage and Geralt has a sinking feeling that if he were to touch the bandage his hand would come away bloody. He gently peels it off, doing his best to ignore Jaskier’s unconscious whimper when the bandage slightly sticks to his skin. Geralt scans the injury, immediately taking notice of a tiny dot in the center of what appears to be a stab wound.

“I’m sorry Jaskier,” He whispers as he digs into the wound and pulls out a bug, most likely a parasite that wasn’t helping any.

Geralt squashes the bug between his two fingers, then wipes it off on his shirt, knowing Jaskier would lose it if he found out Geralt put bug guts on his shirt. Geralt pulls his bag closer, then begins to dig through the contents until he finds what he’s looking for, a healing tincture and a medicinal ointment. Geralt gently grabs Jaskier’s chin and forces his mouth open, putting a couple drops on his tongue. He then pours a small amount of liquor from his flask over his hands, and the tiniest bit over Jaskier’s wound, trying his best to ignore the way it causes Jaskier to squirm in pain. He quickly begins to spread the ointment all over the wound, which results in the entire container being emptied. Geralt sighs, knowing that’s the best he can do until he gets Jaskier to the next town a couple hours away.

He shoves all of his medical supplies back into his bag and reattaches it to Roach. Geralt gently wraps Jaskier’s shirt back around him, then lifts him onto Roach. Jaskier stirs slightly, but thankfully doesn’t wake. Geralt quickly scans the area to make sure he hasn’t left anything important, then jumps up onto Roach behind Jaskier.

“Tt tt.” Upon hearing this Roach takes off.

Geralt can’t help but feel like he is racing towards the sun. His heart is pounding with worry for the bard, for Jaskier, and he knows that the further the sun has set, the closer they are to town. Geralt keeps glancing at Jaskier the whole ride there, hoping that he’ll wake up and be completely fine, but he knows that won’t be the case.

The second they arrive in town, he shouts to the first person he sees. “Please! My friend, he needs a doctor! Where is your doctor?” The farmer quickly spouts directions off at Geralt, so fast anyone who wasn’t a Witcher would’ve needed it repeated. “Thank you.” Geralt tosses a coin to the man before darting off. He rides to the front of the cottage, barely stopping Roach before he hops off and picks Jaskier back up in his arms. It takes all his self control to not kick the door down.

“Can I help you sir-” The doctor begins but when she realizes Geralt is holding a person, she stops herself. “Bring him back here for me.” He follows her through her small clinic, then lies him down on an empty bed. “What happened?”

“Gods if I know.” Geralt runs a hand through his hair nervously, “He was fine and then he collapsed and I found a giant wound on his torso.” The doctor moves Jaskier’s shirt up so she can see the bandage.

“Shit.” She removes the bandages and turns away for a minute. “You don’t know what did this?”

“No, I’m a Witcher so I’ve seen all kinds of monsters but never one that did this.” Geralt takes in a deep breath, “Can you help him? Money really is no problem-”

“Stop,” She kindly interrupts, “We can worry about all that later, what matters is getting him well. Keep an eye on him, let me know if anything changes, I need to mix up something that I think will help.”

When she returns, she instantly notices that Geralt is holding Jaskier’s hand, but ignores it. She sits next to him and begins to plop a goopy mixture of herbs and various plants onto his chest. “This should help.” Geralt instantly notices that Jaskier’s breathing sounds better. The doctor glances outside before looking back at the pair in front of her. “I need to be getting some rest, and it looks like you could use it too. Come wake me if anything changes in his condition?” Geralt nods solemnly. “Good, I’m in the room three doors down.”

The next morning when Jaskier wakes, all he feels is dazed. He dizzily looks at the walls surrounding him and starts to panic when he doesn’t recognize where he is. Jaskier goes to pull his hands closer to his chest for protection when he realizes that Geralt is holding his hand. He blushes, then takes a deep breath. If Geralt is here, then it must be safe. He reasons, fighting the urge to wake his Witcher up. Then Jaskier notices the lack of pain. He glances down at his abdomen and notices a weird goop all over him, and figures it must be the reason he doesn’t hurt anymore. Jaskier smiles, then lays his head back down on the pillow. His stomach feels all warm inside and he knows it’s not because of infection. Later, Geralt might deny that he cares for Jaskier, but at this moment, Jaskier knows it to be a fact. Maybe someday I can tell him how I feel and maybe he’ll feel it too.

#whumptober 2022 #whumptober #injury #dead on your feet #dont pass out #hidden injury #no 4 #whump community #whumpblr #waking up disoriented #jaskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier x geralt #unrequieted love maybe?

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whumpookies · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 4: Dead on your Feet. Prompt; Waking up disoriented.

Series: Beni affet

#whumptober2022 #No 4 #waking up disoriented #beni affet #gif #confused #waking up ill #seeing things #sick #whump #whump cookies!#whumped it

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one-piece-aus · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 4

Franky x Reader

"Woah there!" Franky quickly caught you and your basket just as you were about fall to the side.

You panted a few times, regaining your senses. Looking up at the kind cyborg, you pat his metal arm. "Thank you."

You stood back up on your own two feet and took the basket from Franky. Counting the items, making sure nothing fell out, you noticed an apple missing. You began to dully scan the ground for it, zombie-like you check around Franky's legs but see nothing.

"Uhhhhmmm..." Franky caught your attention. He shifted uncomfortably as you stared with lifeless eyes. He glanced down at his mini hand that held a red apple and held it out to you. "I think this belongs to you."

"Thank you..." Your frail hand reaches out and takes the apple, placing it gently in the basket. Turning around, you headed in the direction you were in before.

"Hey wait!" Franky called out, following behind you.

With your slow movement, Franky didn't need to catch up. He watched your mindless shuffling with concern. Your hands were shaking slightly as you held the basket. Despite the heat of the sun, you had discoloured skin. Franky could barely hear your tired breath. "You sure you can make it to wherever you're going."

"Must... deliver... this... to master..." you raspily spoke with each step. Little beads of sweat dripped down your forehead. Your eyes remained straight ahead.

"At least take a break," Franky suggested. "You look like you're about to pass out any second."

"Can't rest..." You weakly shook your head. "Have to... earn food... for little brother... he not well..."

Franky stopped for a second after hearing that. His heart pounded with empathy and he felt tears in his eyes. He admired your selflessness, and how you were doing this to take care of your brother. You got him all choked up.

"Here, lemme help you," Franky offered, ready to take the basket. However, you stirred it away from him and it surprised him.

"No! No..." You shook your head a little faster this time. "Please... don't help... your help... only now... you won't be... here later... can't rely... must do this... on own..."

Franky frowned at your words. You clearly needed help but in a way, you were right, the strawhats wouldn't be here forever. Still, it didn't sit right with him to see someone struggle and not help out.

You closed your eyes for a second, letting them rest from the brightness of the sun. You dreamt of clouds coming to block out the sun so you could work better. The shade made it easier to work. You pant for a few moments and as if your wishes were heard, you felt the sun leave your skin. You open your eyes and notice a parasol over your head.

"There, now you got shade over you and I'm technically not helping you with your duties." Franky smiled at you.

"Oh... thank you..."

If you had the energy, and the hydration, your eyes would be with tears of joy. Such kindness was foreign to you yet it made you feel light inside. Perhaps, if you were in another life, the two of you could be together. One could dream, right?

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