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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 1 year

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Wrong Bat

Winter Whumperland: Day 10. Abducted

Fandom: DC, Batman, Jason Todd, Red Hood, gn!reader

Summary: Someone discovers your boyfriend is part of the Batfamily so you are abducted and tortured for their identities. Too bad they didn't realize which Bat you were dating.

Word Count: 1229

TW: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Capture, Rescue, Slight Blood, Slight Beating, Shoulder Dislocation, Tied by Wrists to Ceiling, Mentions of Guns

Whack.

Your head snapped to the side as yet another blow slammed into your battered body, this time your face. You tasted blood as your lip split open, just another injury to add to your growing list. The chains that were suspending your arms above your head rattled as your momentum caused you to sway slightly with your bare toes dragging across the floor. Your shoulders were screaming out in pain but you refused to give your captures the satisfaction of crying or groaning. You just had to hold out a little longer….

The lead man, the one who introduced himself as Fisher, grinned as you lifted your head and he saw the blood running down your chin. “You had enough yet? Or do I have to mess that pretty face up even more?”

“Go to hell,” you growled.

Fisher muttered something to his men in a language you didn’t understand, but whatever it was made them all laugh. Turning back to you, he said, “Just one name and we will free you. It doesn’t have to be your bat boyfriend, any one of them will do. Tell us a single one of their true identities and I won’t have to keep hurting you.”

Glaring daggers at the man before you, you hissed, “You idiots think you’re so smart using me as bait. But just wait until he comes for me. When he’s done, you’ll be lucky if you can even wipe your asses by yourself.”

Fisher pulled a long knife from his belt and twirled it playfully. “Oh yeah? And what’s he gonna do? Bust in here and hit us with his little sticks?”

The other men started to laugh again but the sound died down as they all saw the wide, bloody smile spreading across your lips. Spitting out a large glob of red-tinted saliva, you said, “Wrong bat, asshole. My boyfriend’s the one who uses guns.”

As if on cue, the glass ceiling above you shattered, and a large figure dropped heavily to the floor. Slowly rising up to his full height amongst the dust and debris caused by his entrance, Jason looked like your own personal demon rising from the depths of hell to rescue you. In some ways, it wasn’t a completely inaccurate description.

“Hey, baby,” you said as he turned towards you. “Welcome to the party.”

Though Jason was wearing his helmet, you could feel his eyes scouring your body, cataloging each and every cut or bruise they had given you. You gave him a small nod to let him know you were okay but the rage emanating off of him was so intense it was almost a visible wave of fury. Giving you his own nod in return, he turned towards the men as he drew his guns.

You couldn’t see a lot of what was going on from your position, but you heard the screaming and gunfire. Cursing silently under your breath, you just hoped that Jason could restrain himself somewhat in his current rage-fueled rampage. The last thing either one of you needed was to deal with Bruce’s outrage over the death of one of these assholes.

After a few minutes, the sounds began to dwindle until the room was mostly silent save for the occasional low moan of pain. Then you heard the familiar sound of heavy combat boots stalking in your direction and Jason’s helmet suddenly appeared before you. Slipping it off to reveal the small red domino mask underneath, he cupped your battered face in his hand.

“Are you okay?” Jason asked as he gently ran his thumb over the bruise on your cheek.

Leaning into his touch, you murmured, “I am now. Thanks for coming to get me.”

“Every time,” he said, pressing his lips to your forehead. “But let’s not make this a habit, alright?”

You chuckled. “Aww, but I love seeing you in action.”

“Then watch the bodycam footage from the Batcave.” He dropped his hand and turned to examine the bodies strewn around the room. “Which one’s got the keys?”

You nodded your head towards Fisher. “Inside jacket pocket.”

As Jason bent down and began digging through his pockets, Fisher started to raise his head with a groan. However, a quick punch to the face made him unconscious once more.

“You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to do that,�� you said as Jason returned to your side with the keys.

He didn’t respond as he unlocked your cuffs and you collapsed into his arms. Your legs felt numb after hanging for so long and Jason wrapped his arms around your waist while you regained your footing. Once you were able to take a few steps on your own, he slowly released you.

You tried rolling your shoulders but between the stiffness and pain, you quickly gave up that idea. However, Jason must have seen your expression because he reached out and ran his hand lightly over your shoulder. “Where’s it hurt?”

“Just all over. My shoulders are stiff from hanging like that for so long and I think the left one might be dislocated. Also, my ribs are pretty bruised, but I don’t think they’re broken.” You ran your fingers gently across your midsection and groaned

Jason stepped closer and brushed his lips against the edge of your ear, “How about I take you home and give you one of my deep tissue massages? I’ll even use that expensive lotion that you like.”

You closed your eyes and hummed, “Mmm, don’t threaten me with a good time, mister. You know what your massages do to me.”

“That’s what I’m hoping for.” He nuzzled his nose deeper into your hair. “A deep massage, followed by a long bath together, and then we’ll see where the night takes us.”

“That sounds like Heave– AH!” you cried out as Jason suddenly grabbed your arm and shoved your shoulder back into place. However, the blinding pain only lasted a few seconds before fading to a dull ache, which was a huge improvement from moments before. “Thanks.”

Jason nodded. Reaching out, he swiped his thumb across your chin and when he removed it, you saw it was covered in blood. Jason stared down at it as he growled, “You have nothing to thank me for. I’m the reason you’re here in the first place.”

Grabbing his chin between your finger and thumb, you forced his head up so he was looking at you. “Hey, this wasn’t your fault, it was mine. I got sloppy and let someone see us together while you were in the suit. Then I wasn’t paying attention and let them grab me. I should’ve been more careful. But I’ll be fine, babe. Because you saved me. Okay?” He nodded softly and you released his face. “Good. Now take me home. I seem to remember you mentioning a back rub? And afterward, maybe I’ll think of some way of repaying you for saving me.”

Jason grinned. “God, I love you.”

“I love you too, babe.” Despite the split in your lip, you pressed your mouth against his.

As he kissed you back, Jason pulled out his grappling gun with one hand and wrapped his other arm around your waist. Holding you tightly, he fired the gun and the two of you were lifted up out of the warehouse and into the night.

Taglist: @nik2blog, @dumb-fawkin-bitch, @lolzghost, @thefictionalcharacterssimp, @venomsvl, @sugarysweetsandpainfulteeth, @your-friendly-neighborhood-al, @hellfire-fan-club, @blue-aconite

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academiccockroach · 5 months

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it's 1 AM and I have a very specific bone to pick with a very specific thing I consume, enjoy and endorse wholeheartedly

here's the thing about vampire bites. they are depicted as this little unhinged and nasty but mostly sexy thing right. our guy (gender neutral) gets bitten and it's like ah! it hurts but also it hurts good ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). and here im talking about like. proper vampire teeth, non of that twilight bullshit just two to four proper fangs nothing more nothing less

well clearly the person writing the sexy biting smut scene has never been bitten by a cat. I dont mean like 'ah no Scruffy bit me a little' i don't even mean 'oh no Sceuffy bit me a lot' i mean like a fully grown ass feral cat that has never been touched by human in its life and craves the taste of flesh biting thru skin muscle cartilage -even sometimes bone- whatever the fuck you got in your meat sack that tiny needle thin tooth is piercing right through it

and here's the thing. it doesn't hurt at first oh no. okay well it hurts but if doesn't hurt too much ya know what i mean. and it leaves a cute little mark nothing serious at all

but in a day that wound is gonna swell. and it's gunna. hurt like all fuck because it just directly injected about five gazillion bacteria directly into a neat little incubation pouch and then closed it right up. its gona swell its gonna ooze and throb and hurt and if that shits in your neck ur pretty much done for i mean an infection right next to the jugular is just easy mode for the bacteria

so unless your vampire boyfriend gargles with antiseptic beforehand you aint gotta worry about turning or bleeding out or developing a biting kink cus youre gonna be delirious from meningitis with a football sized phlegmone in your neck beggjng for the sweet sweet release of death thank you for coming to my ted talk please ensure your vampire boyfriend employs proper dental hygiene

#i also find the image of the morning after hilarious #no walk of shame but ambulance ride of shame to get the wound disinfected #and yea ive been bitten by a caf recently and reevaluated my stance on this issue #its been more than a week and my finger just stopped hurting #it legitimately looks like ive put it into a saw trap #i mean the cat had a right to bite me but man dod you have tk bite THROUGH the joint #i legitimately cried from pain four nights in a row there was no medication strong enough to stop the the trobbing #my finger was FULL of puss I mean f u l l #and I must add I got it properly cleaned right away antibiotics anti inflammatory drugs tbe whole package #i know what im doing alright but man i never want to experience thag again #one of the worst pains in my life and I've broken five bones and dislocated multiple joints #ive had thick ass meedles inserted directly into my knee no anaesthetic whatsoever and it don even come CLOSE #I HOPE THAT LITTLE SHIT IS HAPPY #roachrambles #vampires #tw biting

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w3ird0s-0rgans · 3 months

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Fun fact of the day uhh- this is what bubbys sprite legs looks like without the arms in the way-

It only looks like that when he stands so it's why he stays on all fours all the time

Idk this pops in my head when I think about it since growth spurts fucked him up:

#incredibox #incredibox oc #art #incredibox fanart #incredibox memes #incredibox au #tw dislocation #incredibox SweetTooth

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 1 year

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Wrong Bat

Winter Whumperland: Day 10. Abducted

Fandom: DC, Batman, Jason Todd, Red Hood, gn!reader

Summary: Someone discovers your boyfriend is part of the Batfamily so you are abducted and tortured for their identities. Too bad they didn't realize which Bat you were dating.

Word Count: 1229

TW: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Capture, Rescue, Slight Blood, Slight Beating, Shoulder Dislocation, Tied by Wrists to Ceiling, Mentions of Guns

Whack.

“Go to hell,” you growled.

Fisher pulled a long knife from his belt and twirled it playfully. “Oh yeah? And what’s he gonna do? Bust in here and hit us with his little sticks?”

“Hey, baby,” you said as he turned towards you. “Welcome to the party.”

“Are you okay?” Jason asked as he gently ran his thumb over the bruise on your cheek.

Leaning into his touch, you murmured, “I am now. Thanks for coming to get me.”

“Every time,” he said, pressing his lips to your forehead. “But let’s not make this a habit, alright?”

You chuckled. “Aww, but I love seeing you in action.”

“Then watch the bodycam footage from the Batcave.” He dropped his hand and turned to examine the bodies strewn around the room. “Which one’s got the keys?”

You nodded your head towards Fisher. “Inside jacket pocket.”

As Jason bent down and began digging through his pockets, Fisher started to raise his head with a groan. However, a quick punch to the face made him unconscious once more.

“You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to do that,” you said as Jason returned to your side with the keys.

You closed your eyes and hummed, “Mmm, don’t threaten me with a good time, mister. You know what your massages do to me.”

“That’s what I’m hoping for.” He nuzzled his nose deeper into your hair. “A deep massage, followed by a long bath together, and then we’ll see where the night takes us.”

Jason grinned. “God, I love you.”

“I love you too, babe.” Despite the split in your lip, you pressed your mouth against his.

Taglist: @loverhymeswith, @babblydrabbly, @11thstreetvigilante, @merlehs,@mayhem24-7forever, @sunshineflowerchild789, @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy, @schaarfyx, @happinessricardotapia

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random-fandom-whump · 2 years

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Supernatural S04E09 ↳ RFW's Favorite Supernatural Whump Moments

#supernatural #whumpedit #dean winchester #sam winchester #stitches #field care #gore tw #blood #dislocated shoulder #popping joints back into place #alochol as a disinfectant #pain #spitting blood #ep: i know what you did last summer #spn 4x09 #spn #favorite spn moments

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luci-in-the-stars · 19 hours

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Start//End || Solo

TIMING: April-ish LOCATION: The apartment SUMMARY: Luci discovers she once again is alone. This time she reflects on what she wants to do. CONTENT WARNINGS: Sibling Death tw mention

"And I've got way too many questions just to try and get it right 'Cause I can't be the one to shrug it off And I could be the reason that we stay up all night To be someone, to be someone And oh, all we've got is to try to get it right But no one told you That this gon' hurt"

Luci didn’t believe it for days, as she didn’t comment on the now empty room. Maybe there was something to be said for ignorance, the type of incuriosity that she had never prescribed to. If she simply didn’t acknowledge the gap, the disappearance, it couldn’t hurt her. She could ignore it, and then it couldn’t hurt her.

Ignorance was bliss. Routines kept thoughts at bay.

Still, on the edges of her mind, she knew what had happened. Like a shadow looming, she could recognize that her brother was gone. Not long after their sister’s death day, he had moved. He had left again when she wasn’t paying attention. Maybe he had meant to make it easier, to keep her from following him. Perhaps it was a cyclical thing. In the spring, he would have to leave, and in the fall, maybe he would come back.

She was going to be nineteen soon, and her brother was missing again. He had disappeared from her narrative again as she was going into her sophomore year of college. Luci de la Vega was alone again, and she would have to pick up the pieces of a young life.

Still, the costs seemed to get bigger and bigger by the day. Her magic dangerously reacting to her mood, she wondered how much her aching bones would take anymore. She thought of progress—of confrontations and reconciliations that she wanted to do—and how, once again, she didn’t understand why they were taken from her. How the little growing fear in her stomach seemed to cry out again and again.

She opened the door, and she saw the room was, in fact, empty. The traces of her brother were gone, and Luz once more felt the pit in her stomach drop. Still, this time, there was a hint of something else here. There was a shaking little thing in her that she couldn’t quite name.

At first, it was easy to react like she had, being quiet and unassuming, moving the things she had into the now-free room. She had let Felix know that she’d take over the payment and that if they would have her, she’d love to continue being their roommate.

They had said yes, and time moved as she put her things into the room.

Sitting in there, she looked at the journal with the purple sparkles that her sister had given her just over a year before. Remembering what Nicole said, she decided that it was time. With determination, she hadn’t realized she had her pen pressed into the page as she wrote. It felt small and broken, but it was hers as she finally saw the blank page, starting to fill in the sentences. It did not quite make sense as she poured out the feelings she wasn’t quite sure of.

“I am angry and sad and lost and scared and I will get through this. I will get through this. I can do this. I can figure this out. I am going to do this. I’m so angry. I’m so angry. I’m scared.”

Determination? Hope? She had met people in this strange little town. While she had gone into herself before, she had people who wouldn’t leave so easily: Nicole and Felix, Alistair and Melody. Cass and Sam. Thea and Wynne. There were so many people she wanted to get to know and talk to. More than that, she had people she spoke to now, people that cared. It wasn’t her brother and wasn’t her sister. But Luci wasn’t alone anymore.

“I have friends. I have friends and acquaintances, and people will miss me if I go. I’m not going to leave.”

There were people who cared about her, and there were people she cared about that she would not leave without a trace.

“I belong somewhere now. For the first time, I’m not in the background. I belong here. I am supposed to be here and I can do this. I want to stay. I want to do this.”

Luz wasn’t going to leave. This town that had taken her in, the mines that seemed to call out to her broken magic. The people that she had met - she had made friends. She knew it. For the first time in her young life, she was something more than she had been. She could have a community here - something that she didn’t back in New York.

With resilience and an ache she couldn’t quite remember, Luci moved her things into the second bedroom, promising herself that she was going to fix herself this time. This time, she was going to be whole. She was going to shine with herself.

“I am going to make it. I'm going to make you proud of me, Gen. I'm choosing this. No matter what I'm choosing this. ”

She wondered, perhaps, if one day she’d believe it.

#reason dislocates ; solo #sibling death tw #a dangerous disposition; para #I really love this song by Eden

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timefospookies · 1 month

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soooo i redesigned sachiko-san cuz her design was NOT cutting it for me<3 below is my thought process behind it :3

before anything i’d like to clarify that this is anything but a professional design analysis or smth like this was just for fun 😋.

the drawing was super rushed and on a whim cuz i just had a lot of thoughts in the moment that were interesting to me and i wanted to get down on a page. i’m far from a corpse party expert and only know the blood covered game lore LMAOO.

also this is in no way meant to shit on the og corpse party artists or writers, it’s just my personally opinions and takes! for funsies :3

anyway!! now with that out of the way!!

sachiko has always been such a bizarre character to me.

like, she’s the twist villain, she’s some little girl, she’s the victim, she’s the murderer, she’s from the 1940s but also from the 70s!?!!

she has such a convoluted story and generally vague motives and GRRRR it makes me a little frustrated because she’s really interesting, but her writing is confusing :(

but anyway, her character is not what i wanted to tackle today! i’m here about her design!

cuz yknow.

for being the all powerful main villain of the corpse party saga, her design always came off to me as very “generic evil ghost girl” to me.

apart from her frankly iconic red dress, she really doesn’t have that many defining features- and more importantly to me, her design doesn’t communicate her story against all!!

sachiko shinozaki was a timid girl in the 40s who was r*ped by her teacher and then fell to her death at 7 years old. how do i even begin to unpack that.

first i wanted to make her seem like she’s from the 40s, or at least nod to the fact. i knew i wanted to keep her hair long and straight like in the game, so i opted to use her outfit as a means of doing this.

since she died in school, i decided to look up some japanese uniforms from the 40s, and i ultimately decided to use this picture as reference because the neck of the uniform looked closest to sachiko’s dress. i also thought that the pin on the uniform could be a nice way to callback to her paper doll!

i wanted to also replace her long hair with pigtails like ayumi’s as a nod to them being related (i want them to look alike also, so sachiko here resembles my own ayumi design). the pigtails are shaped like scissor blades cuz i thought that would be fun :)

for her ghost form, i let her hair down like in the game, but i wanted to keep that scissor-like sharpness so i made her hair all spiky.

i twisted her limbs and messed up her left eye to indicate that fall damage (she did fall from the 3rd floor), but i kept that ripped look on her dress cuz slay. made her eyes read again to hint at the damage she took (feel like i might need to redo her face though cuz it doesn’t feel “i fell to my death”-y enough)

anyway that’s all lol 👍👍👍👍

#tw blood #tw dislocated limbs #sachiko shinozaki #sachiko san #corpse party #corpse party: blood covered #spook’s art

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actress4him · 11 months

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June of Doom 2023

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Taglist: @painful-pooch

Day 9 - “I should have listened to you.” | Sprain | Defiance | Smoke

Contains: lady whump with male whumper, captivity, restraints, beating, stress position, mild blood, implied starvation, head trauma, hair pulling, death mention, broken ribs, dislocation mention, brief dog and master imagery

There isn’t much to see in the basement. Lainey inspects every concrete block, every crack in the foundation, every plank on the steps, every lock on the door, and finds absolutely nothing useful. It still feels better than just sitting around, though. Not that she’s blaming Isa for sitting, she can’t even help it with that chain around her neck. That thing makes Lainey want to punch something every time she thinks of it. But she also has a feeling Isa wouldn’t be helping her look even if she could get up and move.

It doesn’t take long for the man to return. She’s just come back down the stairs from checking out the door when the locks start to slide open, so she spins around and plants her feet, glaring up at their captor, trying to ignore the way her heart is suddenly threatening to break through her ribcage.

He’s not much to look at, either. Just an unattractive, scraggly bearded man, like someone you might see loitering outside a gas station and walk quickly past on your way inside. For good reason, apparently.

“Have you come to let me go?” she demands as he starts down the stairs. “To let us both go?”

He scowls back at her. “I see you haven’t yet learned your lesson about keeping your mouth shut.”

“You think I’m going to listen to you? Some low-life who gets his kicks from kidnapping and chaining up young women?” He’s getting closer, and part of her wants to back away, but her pride and anger won’t let her. “I bet you’ve never had a girlfriend before, have you? Probably never had any friends at all. Is this the only way you can get anyone to hang around you? Locking them in your basement?”

She sees the swinging fist coming, but can’t get out of its path. It smashes into her face with a force that sends her over backwards, head cracking against the wall as she hits the ground. Her vision cuts out, then comes back swirling and spinning. There’s something bitter and metallic pouring over her lips. It takes far too long for her to realize that it’s blood.

As she sits there, stunned and in pain, the man advances. He grabs a fistful of her hair and yanks her up off the floor, dragging her toward the center of the room. Her feet stumble clumsily after him.

“I told you to shut up. You’ll figure out I mean what I say sooner or later.”

He throws her down, and she just barely keeps her head from smacking concrete again. Her arm isn’t so lucky, unable to move from its restrained position and getting crushed between her body and the floor.

For an instant, she sees Isa, sitting directly in front of the assault. She has her head turned to the side, staring off at some unknown point, face blank.

Then a boot is buried in her stomach. Lainey doubles over, coughing and gasping for air that seems to have vanished. The man doesn’t wait for her to catch her breath, though. He keeps kicking, pounding the toe of his boot into her ribs and back and legs over and over and over again. She curls up as best she can, trying instinctively to protect her organs, but all she can do otherwise is lie there and groan and sob.

It seems to last forever. Part of her thinks she actually might die right then and there. But then the kicks stop. He reaches down and grabs her by her bound wrist, pulling her backwards across the floor. She moans again as her shoulders bear the brunt of the pressure and as every sore part of her is jostled.

He drops her again, and a chain rattles behind her. A moment later her wrists are being pulled upward once more, but this time the chain sounds accompany it, and this time it doesn’t stop. They keep being dragged up toward the ceiling until she’s forced to move, scrambling with leaden limbs to get her feet underneath her and stand. The chain seems to be hooked to the ziptie around her wrists. She can’t straighten her back or lift her head, shoulders wrenched as far backwards as they’ll go and wrists stuck up high.

And that’s how he leaves her. He doesn’t say another word, just walks off, footsteps echoing through the nearly empty room. She cranes her head to the side to see him pick something up off the stairs before disappearing up them.

She’s never been in this much pain in her life. Before now, the worst pain she could remember was a broken arm from her highschool softball days, but between her throbbing head, her burning shoulders, and the fiery pain that shoots through her ribs every time she breathes, this is way worse.

“That was my food.”

She tries to look over at Isa but can’t get her head to lift that high. “Wh-...what?”

Isa’s voice grows a little louder, a bit higher pitched. “He was coming down to bring me food and water, and probably unchain me, and you screwed it all up disrespecting him like I warned you not to.”

Lainey scoffs, hardly believing her ears. “Do you…do you realize…you sound like a dog right now? Waiting for your…master to feed and water and unchain you?” She winces at the increased pain in her ribs that talking creates, trying to shift her position. “And…I’m the one who just got…beaten up so…pardon me if I’m not overly concerned about your food.”

“And whose fault is that?” It comes out practically a growl, the most emotion she’s heard out of her so far. “I told you not to make him mad. I told you it would get you hurt. I’ve been here for five years, remember? I’ve tried it all before. I’ve figured out how to survive. But if you don’t want to listen to me, fine. Refuse to save yourself any pain. Learn everything the hard way, like I did. Just…can you at least leave me out of it?” Her voice wavers at the end, going quiet again. “I haven’t eaten in days, because he was gone to get you. And the two bottles of water he left me ran out hours ago.”

Isa sounds like she’s about to cry, and Lainey finds her own throat tightening in sympathy. She hadn’t meant to rob Isa of her first food in days. She wants to help her, not cause her more trouble. But she’s being an idiot, isn’t she? The woman’s right, she’s managed to survive for five years, and it’s stupid for Lainey not to listen to her advice, no matter how much it makes her skin crawl to think of sucking up to that man.

“I’m sorry.” She tries again to look at her, and manages to catch at least a glimpse of her face. “I should have…I should have listened to you. You’re right, it’s…my own fault that I got hurt. And I didn’t think about…you suffering from it.” She pauses, breathing through the pain and thinking about her response. “I can’t…promise that I’ll do exactly what you want. I’m not good…at holding my tongue. But, uh…I’ll try.”

There’s silence for a long time. It’s a struggle for Lainey not to find some way to fill it, despite her painful position.

“I don’t want you to have to go through everything I have,” Isa murmurs finally. “And I’m…honestly terrified that you’re gonna make things even worse. Keeping on his good side is so tentative. I just want to keep things as…easy as possible. For both of us.”

“Yeah,” Lainey breathes. “I, um…I get it.” She considers her next words carefully before deciding to take the leap and say them. “Hey, do you…still have the water bottles?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you roll one over to me?”

“They’re empty.”

“I know, just…just do it if you can.” She can hear movement and the slight crackle of thin plastic. A few seconds later an empty bottle rolls to a stop several inches from her foot. “Hey, nice shot. Lemme just…” Very carefully, grimacing with each movement, she steps on the heel of first one sneaker, then the other, removing them and kicking them behind her. Then she strategically uses her toes to pull off one sock, too. Isa mutters warnings about dislocating her shoulders here and there, but Lainey is determined to make this work.

Stretching out the bare foot, she drags the water bottle closer. “It’s still got drops of water left in it, so if I focus, I can…” She lays her foot across the bottle and closes her eyes. This is much easier to do with her hands, but the foot will have to do in a pinch like this. It takes almost a full minute of concentration, but eventually the droplets start to grow, dripping down into the bottle. The process gets faster as it goes, until there’s water swirling all through the bottle, filling it.

“There we go.” Satisfied with her work, Lainey takes careful aim and shoves the bottle back in Isa’s direction. “I can’t make you food, but…I can at least do that.”

“Water magic.” The plastic crinkles in Isa’s hand again.

“Yep. I’m…not very skilled at it, but…expanding water that’s already there…isn’t so hard.”

There’s no answer for a moment, but it sounds like Isa is taking a drink. “Thank you,” she says softly when she’s done.

“Yeah,” Lainey replies, equally as soft. “No problem.”

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bambiraptorx · 1 year

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Hypermobile Mikey testing the limits of his body and his father's sanity at the same time.

(I posted this before, but I figured I'd post this doodle separately without the wall of text lol)

#rottmnt #rottmnt splinter #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt michelangelo #rottmnt headcanons #mikey headcanon #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #eds mikey #tw dislocation #my art

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theramblingvoid · 3 months

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hello. i have no clue if u still do this from like. 2022 but i need tips on how to react in a rp after some dude dislocats ur wrist >_>

please.. if u dont have any advice on that just point me in the right direction because tumblr isnt helping when i search stuff. AGH.

I am...going to assume this is about the pain writing post because if it isn't you unfortunately have the wrong URL, I am not known for my RP advice. However, either way, I'll give you what little I've got for good luck.

(DISLOCATION TALK UNDER THE CUT)

From my (admittedly very little) experience with dislocation, it might not hurt immediately, especially if it's happening in the heat of adrenaline. Your character will probably first notice a slipping sensation and the feeling that something is Very Wrong, and they will hear or feel a pop. However, if they're getting their wrist intentionally dislocated in a fight, there might be enough force to tear some ligaments or something which I'm guessing would hurt like a bitch. If the joint isn't relocated relatively soon, it's going to tense up and swell which will make it hurt much more and also be harder to put back in place/more chance of nerve damage.

Recovery wise, dislocated joints are pretty prone to re-injury if you're not careful. Your guy will want to be in a wrist brace for a good long while, and might find that even after it's off they can't take as much weight on it without it feeling loose or hurting at certain angles. This might last from months to years. Joints are super easy to fuck up.

Immediate reactions wise, you'll have to rely on the specifics of the situation and your character to know whether they'll be more focused on finishing the fight, disengaging, or processing the injury first. You also might want to look into wrist dislocation specifically to get an idea of how easy it is to put back in and whether your guy would be able to do it themself or if they might need medical assistance. Either way, I can pretty safely say that they're not using that hand for the rest of the fight, and will probably be holding it pretty close to their body and trying to keep it in whatever position it got bent into so it doesn't flop around and hurt more (if they don't get it back in right away).

Hope that helps!

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Stand By Your Man

Whumptober 2022: 13. Dislocation, 31. Comfort Fandom: Outer Range, Rhett Abbott Word Count: 1919 TW: Shoulder Dislocation, Pain, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Vomiting Note: Based on the scene in Episode 8 of Outer Range.

You knew Rhett Abbott better than almost anyone else alive. The two of you had been best friends since elementary school, began dating junior year of high school, and had been engaged for the past year. Plus, you had been his head chute assistant since his very first bull ride. You knew when he was on top of the world, and when something was wrong. And from the second he was thrown from his bull and slammed into the ground, you knew something was very wrong.

You saw the way his eyes bulged as all the muscles in his jaw and neck clenched and tightened. How his fingers frantically clawed into the dirt as he tried to grasp onto something, anything. The way he struggled to rise to his feet even as the bull bucked and kicked inches from his prone, shaking body. You flew from your spot at the other end of the arena and rushed toward him.

By the time you cleared the distance, one of the barrelmen had managed to grab Rhett and haul him into the safety of one of the chutes. As you approached, he was staring woefully up at the scoreboard, and you glanced up just in time to see the results from his last ride drop his name to last place.

While equally as disappointed, at that moment all you cared about was the safety and well-being of your fiancé. Peering through the bars of the chute, you called out, “Rhett!”

Turning towards the sound of your voice, he stumbled to you, his right arm grasping his left so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. The second he was out of the arena, your hands were all over him, roaming over his body as you tried to assess his injuries. “What is it? What happened?”

“Shoulder.” The single word dripped with pain as he thrust it through gritted teeth. When your fingers lightly brushed across the damaged spot, his face screwed up in agony.

Looking around quickly to make sure no one else had noticed his injury, you led him over to a secluded area behind the bleachers. However, your blood soon ran cold as you examined his injuries. You bit your lip in an attempt to hide your concern as you glanced up at him. “Baby…. This looks really bad. Your shoulder is dislocated at least. Probably worse. You can’t ride like this.”

“Just one more round. 8 seconds. That’s all I need.” His words were curt and choppy as he tried to spit them out through his clenched jaw.

“Rhett! It’s 8 seconds on top of a 2-thousand-pound bull with nothing to hold you on but your injured arm. If something goes wrong…. You could be killed.”

“If I don’t, I’ll be disqualified.” When he looked at you, his eyes were silently pleading with you through the pain. “If I move on, this’ll be our best chance ta get outta here. Once an’ for all. I can still win, I just…. I need your help.”

“Baby, I…. There are more important things than winning. I just…. it’s too dangerous. I can’t…” You tried to express exactly what you were feeling, yet the words wouldn’t come.

His jaw tightened and his nostrils flared as he glared at you. “Fine. You don’t have ta help. Just don’t stand in my way.” He swerved passed you, careful to avoid bumping his injured shoulder as he headed back towards the arena.

You stared after him, debating your next move. You could walk away, just head up into the stands and watch what happened during his ride or even walk out of the stadium, but you knew your nerves could never handle either of those scenarios. You could also go report him. One word to anyone on the medical team and they would pull him immediately. However, that would also be the end of your relationship. Rhett would never forgive you for getting him disqualified, especially against his explicit wishes. So, that left you with one option.

With a heavy sigh, you followed after your fiancé. He was leaning heavily against the side of the gate, watching the next rider as he tumbled to the ground. Another poor run, which meant Rhett had an even better chance of advancing. But only if he rode again.

You stood next to him silently for a moment as they cleared the arena for the next bout. Then, you muttered, “If nothing else, I’m gonna have to pop your arm back into place. You won’t even be able to grip the rope like this.”

His eyes darted to yours as a silent “thanks” passed between you. However, as he opened his mouth to say something, you quickly grabbed his arm and pulled. Rhett doubled over and he let out a strangled grunt, but you felt his arm slide back into its socket. Gently letting go of it, you leaned over and placed a long kiss on the top of his head. “I’m sorry, baby. I thought it would be easier that way. At least the worst of it is over.”

Rhett slowly straightened, panting slightly as he said, “Thanks. Feels a little better.” Yet you watched as he tried to flex his fingers and another wave of pain shot across his face. Keeling over once more, he vomited weakly into the dust.

You squeezed your eyes together as you bit your lip, trying not to let the tears that were welling up in your eyes fall. Seeing Rhett in this much pain caused a physical ache in your chest and you knew whatever agony he was showing you was only a fraction of what he was really feeling. But there was nothing more you could do, so you just lay your hand on his hunched shoulders and rubbed soothing circles up and down his back.

After a few minutes, he looked up at you. “Can you go get me a beer?” he asked hoarsely as he wiped his mouth on his sleeve.

Giving his right shoulder a soft squeeze, you cooed, “Yeah, baby. Of course. I’ll be right back.”

When you returned a few moments later with a cold beer in your hand, Rhett was crouched down with his arm held tightly against his chest. You offered him the can and he gratefully took it from you. After taking a long swig, he swirled the liquid around in his mouth and spat it into the dirt. Then he downed the rest of the beer in one long chug.

When he nodded softly at you, you gently wrapped your hands around his uninjured arm and helped haul him to his feet. He still flinched, yet the pain didn’t seem to be as bad as before. Sighing, he began to walk back over to the chute but you stopped him.

Grasping his face between your hands, you forced him to look at you. “Rhett. If you can’t do this, it’ll be okay. Don’t throw away your entire career by going out there and hurting yourself worse. There’ll be other competitions, other rides. I’ll stand behind you, whatever you decide, just don’t let your pride destroy you.”

Rhett stared into your eyes from underneath his hat. “I can do this. I know I can.”

You nodded slowly. “Okay. Then you get out there and show them what you got.”

For the first time since climbing onto the bull back in the chute, a hint of a smile fluttered across Rhett’s face. He tilted your chin back so he could place a firm kiss on your lips before pulling back and resting the brim of his hat against your forehead. Stroking your cheek, he whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you murmured back. “Now we have to go before you’re disqualified.”

You helped Rhett back over to the chute just as his bull was being loaded up. A few of the other guys shot you a questioning glance as they saw how Rhett was holding his arm, but you flashed them an icy glare and they instantly backed down. You had been working with most of these guys long enough for them to know if you said Rhett was good to go, he was good to go. You just hoped this time you weren’t lying.

Over the loud snorts and bellows of the bull, you could just make out Rhett’s groans of pain as Tom and Kyle helped lower him onto the beast. You just hoped you were the only one who noticed.

Rhett’s eyes flickered to yours for a moment before glancing down at the bull rope next to his hand. Immediately, you understood. While his shoulder was no longer dislocated, he was still too weak and in too much pain to secure the rope as tightly as it needed to be. Without a word, you leaned over and coiled the rope around his hand before closing his fingers around it. You gave his fist a reassuring squeeze. He gave you a soft nod of thanks.

As everyone began retreating from the chute, you saw Rhett glance up into the stands and you watched as his face fell. You knew exactly who he was looking for, and it somehow didn’t surprise you when you looked to the spot his family always sat and found only an empty hole. Not a single one of them had stayed to watch Rhett’s last ride.

Swallowing your anger and disgust, you gently grabbed Rhett’s chin and turned his face so he had to drag his gaze away from the stands. Once his eyes met yours, you smiled and whispered, “Hey… you got this, baby. Now, give ‘em hell.”

A small smile tugged at his lips as he dipped his head. “Yes, ma’am.”

You grinned and leaned over to kiss his cheek one last time before you jumped off the side of the chute and ran over to the edge of the arena to watch his ride. Just before they opened the gate, you took a deep breath and held it.

Seconds later, Rhett’s bull exploded from the chute with Rhett clinging on tightly with one hand, the other held high in the air. He didn’t quite have his usual grace and agility, but all things considered, he was doing a lot better than you thought he would.

Come on, baby. Just eight seconds. You can do it. Just hold on.

The timer illuminated on the scoreboard had never moved so slowly before. Each second seemed to drag on for an hour or more. But finally, it reached the blessed 8 and the siren sounded but you barely heard it over the sound of your cheers.

Rhett tumbled off the side of the bull and scurried to his feet to avoid being trampled. He managed to get to the chute safely but you still couldn’t relax yet. As soon as you saw he was safe, your eyes shot to the scoreboard. Once again, time seemed to stop as you waited for his scores to fill the board. appear………………

"Yes!" you screamed as the scores began scrolling across the board. It was an amazing total, more than enough to make up for his first ride and secure him a spot in the championship. "That's my man!"

Rhett must have heard you because he turned towards the sound of your voice, his face beaming under the arena lights. When he spotted you, he exaggeratedly mouthed I love you. You grinned and replied I love you too.

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