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dtdrawz · 2 days

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LET'S CHOMP HIS ARMS OFF!

(I'm talking about Dust

who let you guys in-

blobs featured here based on people who said they’re biting him too:

dead blob: arm ripper anon

blob eating hoodie string: anon’s friend from a previous ask

blob eating dust’s side: @thelunarsystemwrites

blob eating dust’s leg: @absurdumsid

blob eating dust’s arm: @meimeikyu

#dtdrawz art #eating art saga #dust sans #murder sans #nightmare sans #blood #violence #death #biting #amputation #limb loss #head injury #please take this off my hands it’s been a month I don’t even draw in this style anymore

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whumpypepsigal · 2 months

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Burn Out (2017): “Stay with me, stay with me.”

#whumpedit #whump #burn out #french movie #françois civil #tony rodrigues #accident #head injury #blood #bleeding #pain #manhandling #rescued #weak #helped to walk #passing out #stay with me #my gifs #movie

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hidefdoritos · 9 days

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Can't overemphasize how useful it is to own multiples of important things.

Deodorant? One in the bathroom and one in my closet, because those are the places I'm most likely to be naked and remember I need it. Lotion? One in the bathroom and one next to my bed, also because those are the places I remember it. I keep an air freshener in the bathroom and another one next to the place where I air out my sweaty work clothes.

I have one inhaler in my backpack, one in my car, and one in my leg bag. Hair clips, headbands, and hair ties? Some on the wall hooks in my room, others looped around the car gearshift. Teriyaki sauce? A bottle in the kitchen fridge, and packets in my room in case I forget the bottle.

Yeah it's redundant, but I promise that the two-pack of deodorant "costs" less to me than spending a day sticky and damp. It isn't wasteful if the system makes you use the thing. Even the bowl on my desk for pocket stuff (knife phone wallet keys) has a spare car key in case I misplace the original.

People who expect me to remember stuff are wrong. I do what keeps me clean and fed and happy.

#adhd #head injury #executive dysfunction #organization #neurodivergent

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whumpster-dumpster · 1 month

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tbi that goes beyond mild to moderate concussion is underutilized in whump imo. you want whumpee to sleep 14-20 hours a day? or maybe you want them to get insomnia? vertigo? nausea? migraines? blindness? memory issues? blood from the nose and ears? spinal fluid leaking out? like, just pick and choose the symptoms you want. the recovery time varies wildly too. there's people who went back doing heavy physical work in under three months after a literal skull fracture and there's people who get lifelong chronic migraines from what looked like a simple bump on the head.

It's so versatile!

#whump #head injury #answered ask #anonymous

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aceofwhump · 5 months

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Doctor Who 60th Anniversary Special "The Star Beast"

#whumpedit #whump #dwedit #doctor who spoilers #dw spoilers #david tennant #14th doctor #fourteenth doctor #doctor who #doctor who 60th anniversary #the star beast #my gifs #mod post #knocked out #pain #head injury #waking up

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whumpneto · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 - No. 13: “It comes and goes like the strength in your bones.” Cold Compress | Infection | “I don’t feel so good.”

Grey Damon as Jack Gibson in Station 19 (S06E14)

#whumptober2023 #no.13 #“I don’t feel so good.”#grey damon #jack gibson #station 19 #gifs #long post #my gifs #whumpedit #head injury #collapse #queue

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spinchip · 11 months

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The post Ice Emperor moral ambiguity jumps out especially strong when a teammate is hurt

#ninjago #spinchip art #zane julien #spinchip posts #ns11 #blood #murder #implied death #head injury #knife

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hold-on-a-little-longer-whump · 6 months

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screaming crying and sobbing over characters having hushed conversations over their injured/sick teammate.

Why are they whispering? Is there danger nearby? Do they want to avoid disturbing their teammate? Are they about to do something unpleasant but necessary for their teammate's survival - like setting a bone or flushing out an infected wound?

Or are they talking normally and the injured party just can't understand everything that's being said? Are they delirious with pain or fever? A head injury is affecting their hearing? Are they having difficulty staying conscious, and that one teammate keeps patting their face or shaking them, doing anything they can to keep them awake? Why are there so many hands on them? Why do they keep pushing on their stomach? Why does everyone sound so serious/nervous/angry/sad?

+ bonus points for manhandling their friend bc it's for their own good

#whump #whump prompt #whump writing #whumpee #caretaker #team caretakers #medical whump #comfort whump #emotional whump #delirium #sick whump #sickness #concussion #head injury #tw: broken bones #tw: injuries #tw: infection #ohohohohooo good shit

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celtic-crossbow · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023

No. 1: “How Many Fingers am I Holding Up?” | No. 5: Debris

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader (pre-relationship)

Setting: Prison era

Warnings: Head injury

‘Please, don’t be dead. Please, don’t be dead!’ The railing on the stairs wobbled— a testament to the poor solidity of the building— as you hurried down the two floors separating you from the archer. The both of you agreed to tread carefully when entering the old hospital, the look of it not inspiring confidence but the probability of what it could contain overpowering any hesitance. Medical supplies were scarce in this world. Two Tylenol tablets and a pack of gauze would mean everything in what used to be the simplest of situations.

“Daryl?” You called as loudly as you dared after shoving open the heavy metal door to the ground level. The hole in the flooring was easy to spot with the beam of your flashlight, several feet wide with dust still rising from the collapse. Your stomach twisted when there was no immediate reply, but another call was not necessary when you saw a piece of debris shift. A low groan followed the movement. You would swear that the moisture in your eyes was from the dust in the air.

You had to hold the light in your mouth to help move the rubble covering him, but there he was. A little worse for wear but in one piece and blinking up at you with a dazed expression. The flashlight was propped against some of the wreckage so that your hands were free to help him sit up.

“Are you okay?” He blinked a few more times and pressed the heel of his palm to his forehead. He didn’t answer, minutely swaying where he sat. “Dixon, are you with me?”

Daryl finally seemed to realize you were speaking to him and met your eyes, more than a little disoriented. “Huh?”

Worry gnawed at your heart. “Are you alright? How do you feel?”

“Like I jus’ fell through the floor fer a half full bottle’a meds.” His speech was a bit slurred, his movements slow and jerky. He held up the aforementioned antibiotics and shook the bottle lightly. “Still got ‘em though.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Let me look you over and then we’ll get out of here.” You left no room for argument. The archer quickly squeezed his eyes shut when the flashlight was pointed toward his face, swatting at your hand lazily. “Stop it, I need to look at your eyes, you big baby.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He slowly peeled open one and then the other, keeping his hand in front of them while they adjusted to the light. After a few seconds, he dropped his arm so you could see two evenly sized, reactive pupils.

“Good. That’s good.” Lowering the light, you reached for the back of his head before he could think to stop the unwanted touch. Your fingers quickly probed at a wet, raised area.

“Hey! Tha’ hurts, woman!”

“You’ve got a decent sized bump on your noggin, Dixon. How many fingers am I holding up?” You had perfected the art of ignoring his griping over the span of months you’d spent with him, a feat that the others in your little apocalypse family wished they all could achieve. Or maybe he just wasn’t as grumpy with you to begin with. Your hand hovered between you, three fingers wiggling to get his attention.

Daryl scoffed and began preparing himself to stand, nonchalantly flipping up his middle finger. “How many m’ I holdin’ up?”

You sighed with a fond smile, dropping your hand to his arm to help him get to his feet. “Yeah, you’re okay enough to get back to Hershel.” It was a bit of a struggle getting him upright, and he swayed a little before you settled his arm over your shoulders. “I’m driving.”

“Hell no, ‘ve been through ‘nough today.” His tone was gruff but not angry.

“And I’d like to make it in one piece. I bet you see two of me right now, don’t you?”

“Wouldn’t be such a bad thing, don’ reckon.”

You could feel your cheeks burn. You ducked your head when you felt him staring at you and pinched his side playfully.

“You must’ve really hit your head, Dixon.”