#BURNS

[waddei]

go away! let him rest! you've all done enough already!

[macgyvermedical]

Wound Care For Adults

So the wife was on backpacking reddit and found that a lot of people can't tell the difference between wounds you need some vaseline and a bandaid for, wounds that need a little home TLC, wounds you need to go to an urgent care for, and wounds you actually need to go to the emergency department for, so we're gonna talk about that here.

Wounds that need some vaseline and a bandaid:

A blister that popped

A non-gaping cut

A skinned knee (small amount of fresh, shallow road rash with nothing embedded)

Keep in mind that you should NOT use rubbing alcohol, iodine, mercurochrome, or hydrogen peroxide on any of these. It will just hurt and potentially kill healthy cells in the wound. Neosporin or other antibiotic ointment is okay if you happen to have it, but the antibiotics themselves don't last long and are generally not worth the extra money.

Wash the wound with plain tap water, pat it dry with a clean cloth or piece of gauze, dab on a little petroleum jelly (Vaseline) and slap a bandage on that beby.

Wounds that need some TLC at home:

A small, shallow burn with nothing stuck to it

A slightly infected open blister or non-gaping cut

Slightly infected road rash or shallow road rash with something embedded in it

Cut gaping less than 1/4 inch (1/2 cm)

Small, shallow burn: Right after you get the burn, run it under cool tap water for 5-10 minutes, even if you think it's already cool. This will help clean the wound and stop the burn from getting any deeper. Do not ice. Do not put oil or butter or vaseline on the wound. Use an over the counter burn gel and a bandaid to hold it in place.

Slightly infected small wound/road rash: You'll know it's slightly infected if there's redness and swelling around the edges (up to 2cm), if there is drainage, and if it smells bad. It will also probably hurt more than you think it should. For this you'll want to do hot compresses about 4 times a day for 20 minutes per time until the infection goes away. To do this, get a pot and get water hot enough that it is uncomfortable to touch. Then put a wash cloth in that water, pull it out, wring it out, and hold it against the wound. It should be uncomfortably hot and just a little painful. When it cools down, dip it back in the pot, wring it out, and do it again. At the end of 20 minutes the whole area around the wound should be pink.

Road rash with something embedded: If there's a tiny stone or pieces of visible dirt on this section of road rash, you'll need to clean it with a moderately forceful stream of water. You can do this with an irrigation syringe you can get from the pharmacy, or you can make your own using a plastic zipper bag. Fill a bag with water, then cut a teeny tiny hole in one of the corners. Squeeze the bag to make a stream of water, then direct that stream at the wound. This will take potentially a lot of water. Keep at it until there is nothing visible in the wound, then treat with vaseline and a bandaid.

A cut gaping less than 1/4 inch: If this is on your face, genitals, or hands and you care about scarring, go to an emergency department. If this is on another part of your body and you're okay with a scar, keep reading. Stop bleeding with pressure. Clean the wound by running clean tap water through it and pat the edges dry. Make some butterfly bandages out of strong tape- I recommend silk medical tape, but in a pinch you could use duct tape or similar.

Starting on one end, tape down one side of a butterfly bandage, pull it across the cut, and tape it to the other side. Move a 1/4 inch down the cut, and tape another one down, then another, until you have taped the length of the cut. Put some kind of breathable bandage on top of this.

Wounds that need to go to an urgent care:

Cut gaping more than 1/4 inch but that you can still stop bleeding with pressure.

Open blister, cut, burn, or road rash that is draining thick, yellow-or-white drainage and is not getting better with hot compresses, but you don't have a fever

Stop any bleeding, clean by running water over the injury, and go to an urgent care or your family doctor if you happen to be able to get in for a same-day appointment.

Wounds that need to go to an emergency department:

Any cut that gapes on the face, palm of the hand, or genitals

Infection with streaks or with which you have a fever/chills, or for which the red area grows by more than a cm in an hour

Burn larger than the palm of your hand or that is more than skin deep

Any wound that was spurting blood or that needed a tourniquet to stop bleeding

Go to the emergency department as soon as possible, they'll take care of it.

[incognitopolls]

We ask your questions anonymously so you don’t have to! Submissions are open on the 1st and 15th of the month.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Donald Trump died at 4:23 pm on Friday, September 19th, 2025 from severe burns to his cranium.

[dunyun-rings]

I recently played Mouthwashing with my partner and loved every second of it

[doctorbeth]

Kitty's Burns

Stuffed animals and dolls get burnt in many ways. Some are in fires. Some get burnt in the dryer, or with a blow dryer, in an attempt to dry them after a wash. But another common burn is from a lightbulb. Sometimes, you catch the burn early, so there's just a touch of discoloration. This happened to one of my teddy bears when I was in college... he fell off the bed onto a light. But I caught him pretty quick. Here he is today with some of his friends: Eeyore, a quoll, and a quokka:

'and here's his burn. It's on the back of his leg, and it still feels like the rest of his fur, so 'and here's his burn. It's on the back of his leg, and it still feels like the rest of his fur, so I've opted to leave it as is. Any transplant wouldn't match perfectly, and would be pretty invasive surgery. He earned his scar and he's proud of it. :-)

But sometimes, patients get really burnt by lightbulbs. As in charred, third degree burns. And that's what happened to Kitty. She was sitting on a light that was accidentally turned on and no one noticed till it was too late! Here is her diagnosis photo:

The (nice?) round burn went all the way around to her backside, but was quite localized. Burning had not only changed her fur color, it was charred, the fur melted, and so did some of the stuffing underneath. For this type of burn, the treatment is to excise the burnt fur and stuffing, and then give the patient new fur and stuffing as needed to restore the damaged areas. This is different from the usual fur transplants for bald spots, which go over surviving skin. Kitty's family decided she would get a spa too. She arrived and after stuffingectomy, started her bubble bath:

She got new stuffing, with a heart of original, unburnt stuffing:

And then she had surgery to treat the burn itself. Here she is all better and ready to fly home:

It's pretty hard to see the new fur, which was great! And it will blend even more as she's hugged in her natural environment. Her family wrote "Oh wow! She looks fantastic! :) I just shared photos with my wife, and she’s very happy :) .... couldn’t be more pleased!"

So Kitty flew home for more hugs and adventures... but no more lightbulb seats!

[an-experienced-gentleman]

My desire burns. My lust consumes.

Six Sexy Words

[diogxnxs]

"I have to believe our worst moments don't make us monsters."

Starring: Miklos the Gray Mouse as Jimmy Mickey Mouse as Captain Curly Max as Daisuke Pegleg Pete as Swansea Donald Duck as Anya

[librathefangirl]

@whumpgifathon | Day 1: Time Loop The Librarians | S02E08 | Ezekiel Jones

[mr-malumm]

Cringetober day 10: ship dynamic

Hi Tumblr, burnsmithers shipper since 2014 here 🧍🏃💨

[whumpsday]

Kane & Jim AU: Slow Cooked

Chronological masterlist / Writing order masterlist

content: vampire whumpee, torture, burns, body horror / gore, isolation, touch starvation, rescue, caretaking

just some whump that wouldn't leave my head. i'm on an AU kick. 2 pieces in a day!! woo!!! also posted a catharsis chapter earlier :D

-

It was day one-thousand one-hundred and thirty-three since they’d left Kane in the sun.

Unlike in his cell, it was easy to count the days out here. Impossible not to, unless he lost count amid the endless pain. He couldn’t see, hadn’t opened his eyes in years, but fire licked at his toes once more, slowly working its way up.

Kane did not scream. The last time he’d screamed, a hunter had wrapped a cord around his throat and threatened to leave it there forever if he made another sound, leaving his lungs perpetually empty. That was day 14.

He had air. As his already burnt-beyond-recognition body lit up once more under the unforgiving heat of the sun, Kane reminded himself he could breathe. It was the only thing he had left.

It hurt. It hurt, hurt, hurt, always. There was no end to it, not even at night, when his wholly maimed form was given far too little time to even start to heal. There was only agony at night and more agony in the day.

He missed his cell. He would do anything to go back to his cell, in the blessed dark.

The morning sun rose enough to reach his face, his entire body once again swallowed as he burned alive.

Please. Please make it stop. Please, somebody help me! I’ll do anything. I just need it to stop. Mercy.

Every day, the same wish, unanswered. Kane was left to his unbearable existence, forgotten.

-

Somebody touched him. It was the first time Kane had been touched in over three years.

It was a light touch, just the graze of what he thought to be a hand to his jawline. Not enough to make it hurt more than it already did. Whoever it was said something, but he couldn’t make it out. Melted flesh had filled his ears for quite some time.

Kane did not move. He didn’t think he was capable of moving, anymore. But he had to do something. Maybe if he did, they’d let him inside, just for a little. Just for a few days. He would do anything to be allowed inside for a few days, even if they tortured him.

Please, I need help, please help me! Make it stop!

A small, raspy whine escaped the back of his throat, muffled further by his sealed-shut lips. It was all he could manage.

The hand retreated.

If Kane was capable of crying, he would. If Kane’s tear ducts hadn’t melted away under the sun years ago, he’d never have stopped.

Please. Please. Somebody. Help me.

His heart cried out, yearning for the touch to return. Even if they never helped, even if they hurt him. He just needed to feel for one moment like he wasn’t alone.

He keened again, a quiet thing, though he tried. Wordless begging to not be left.

The hand returned to his cheek, and he quieted once more. If the agony never stopped, at least he had this. The ability to breathe, and one gentle touch.

Without warning, something pierced his chest, and his cursed consciousness was blissfully lost.

-

Kane did not wake outside.

His arms and legs were no longer spread into the corners of the board, ensuring every vulnerable inch of his front was exposed to the sun. The board no longer touched his back, in fact. Instead, he laid on something soft. The sun did not shine.

Either it was nighttime, or he’d been allowed inside.

It was almost unthinkable that he’d be allowed to rest on something soft and let inside. Surely, it had to be nighttime.

Despite his relative freedom–he could still feel a shackle on one ankle, not silver, but nothing else–he was far too mangled to move around. He simply laid there, trying to bask in the wonder of the soft thing.

“Kane?” a voice asked, hours later. He could hear it, he realized. His ears were cleared.

He knew that voice. That was the human’s voice. Jim’s voice.

The fragile hope that he might be allowed to remain on the soft thing vanished.

“Are you awake?” Jim asked. “I saw you… twitching and stuff.”

He would cry if he could. He was crying, he realized, tears falling down his burnt-up cheeks.

“It’s okay, don’t be scared. I mean, that’s–that’s a tall order, yeah. You’re not going out there again. You’re gonna be okay.”

That gentle hand returned, to his hair this time. There wasn’t much of it left, he was reasonably sure. Jim stroked what was there, his touch feather-light, like he was afraid Kane would break into pieces.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m here. It’s over,” Jim promised. His voice shook like he might be crying, too.

Kane wanted to believe it so, so badly. It was everything he’d ever wanted, for someone to help. Finally, finally, for the pain to end. It hadn’t even ended yet, his body was a horrific mess of seared skin, but it had been promised. No one had ever promised to help before.

He couldn’t be dreaming. It never hurt this badly in dreams, his only refuge.

“Can you open your mouth?” Jim prompted.

No. He couldn’t. He tried, just to prove it, and…

His lips popped open, revealing a perfectly-preserved, unburnt mouth.

How long had he been out? Days? Had he not been touched by the sun for days?

“You’re doing great,” Jim encouraged. “I know you’re hurting pretty bad right now. So, um, I just…”

“Here, I’ve got it.” A different voice, female, unfamiliar. Before Kane could even worry about who she was, a lid opened with a pop, and the smell of blood filled the air.

Kane did manage more than a whine, then. A desperate howl of need.

The blood poured into his mouth, cold and refreshing and salty and sweet. There was so much of it. He drank and drank and drank until there was no more. He was actually sated for once.

“That’ll help him heal faster?” Jim asked.

“Yeah. Should do the trick.”

“...Do you think he’ll be mad at me?”

Mad? How could he possibly be mad? Jim took him away from the sun. Jim let him inside. Jim gave him blood. He was going to be allowed to heal!

“I think he’ll just be happy to be out of the sun,” the other voiced his thoughts.

There was a creak on the soft thing–a bed? A couch?--as someone sat next to him. “Three years ago, the hunters told me they had you,” Jim said.

Three years. That was the end of it, then? Kane had paid his price, he wouldn’t have to do it anymore? It felt too good to be true.

“I told them to kill you,” he continued. “I was scared. I thought you would be like… before. I thought you would come after me. I didn’t know what they were doing, and they told me they’d done it. I thought you were dead. I never wanted you to suffer, not like this.”

Did that mean no more? It was truly over?

“No m-more?” Kane rasped out, his voice struggling to find itself after so long.

“No more.” That gentle touch returned to his hair, and for the first time in years, there was hope.

-

taglist in reblogs

[madcat-world]

Gold Witch - TeoLehog

[go-whump-in-the-night]

"All you have to do is give me what I want."

[whump-galaxy]

Thinking about some weather whump.

The Whumpee being chained up outside like a dog, no matter the conditions. They have a small shelter, but it’s barely enough for them on the best days.

During summer, they can’t protect themselves from the heat. Their skin is constantly red and peeling from sunburns. They struggle to breathe in the hot, humid air. They barely have enough water to make it through.

When it storms, they tuck themselves into their shelter, jumping at every thunderclap. Most storms cause their shelter to flood, leaving them freezing and wet. Tree limbs snap and fall, narrowly missing their only shelter.

In winter, all they can do is make a makeshift wall for their shelter with their freezing hands, hopefully creating a windbreak. Maybe if the Whumper is feeling kind, they’ll get an extra blanket.

On the days weather is too bad, which is rare for the Whumper to decide, the Whumpee is tortured in other ways. It leaves them to wonder if they’d rather be in a tornado or hurricane than inside with the Whumper.

[deluxewhump]

Not sure if this is anything but I really love the bakhauv and would love to see the boys explore the captive\prisoner\belonging\patient thing with Rune. I really love whumpetakers that still have ulterior\immoral motives but are kinda nice\morally conflicted about it. Would love to see rune start to trust the boys some more too, even if wrongly

yees this got me thinking about some interactions right after the last chapter, communication

the bahkauv- francis and rune scene

cw captivity, nonhuman whumpee, references to burning, clinical curiosity, carewhumpers, partial trust, touching

All night, he fought the instinct to run again. Though the urge came in waves, his escape attempt ended disastrously the first time, and no doubt would again. He was far from any wood or fen he recognized. The forest here was old and thick, and the road was traveled by too many humans to even think of using. And there was the other thing— the three travel companions who held him captive now were the least vicious men he’d come upon since his initial capture.

He slept as far from their campfire as he could get, for the heat hurt his new skin. He preferred shivering in the cold to the feeling of searing slowly. His captives allowed it, and did not force him closer than he wished. They kept a rope tied to his ankles, which led to Stephan’s waist where it was looped like a belt as he slept in his bedroll. Stephan was the largest of the three, with arms like the boughs of trees and a right hook that had rung Rune’s head like a rattle when he’d hit him. 

Still, any real punishment for his transgression— biting one of his captors and drawing blood— never came. At least not yet. He jumped when he felt a weight on him in them idle of the night. It was a second blanket, and it had been laid over him by Francis, who stood with his head cocked to one side, his silhouette blocking the black spires of the pines. “You’re shivering,” he explained. “You’re sure you won’t come closer? It won’t hurt you.”

Rune considered explaining that even the moderate heat of a campfire did hurt, because his skin was newly formed and highly sensitive. It was sensitive to the ropes on his ankles, the scratchy blankets given to him. It could be foolish to bring attention to such an exploitable weakness. He had explained his bite to Stephan was non venomous, but that was because he had to. He should not explain how easy it was to hurt him when he was freshly regenerated. But Francis was curious. He climbed down to the cold earth beside Rune and sat cross legged looking at him. “What can I say to convince you?”

Rune shook his head. 

“Nothing? Truly?"

“It’s not you,” Rune offered. He should offer something. They had been so soft with him. 

“What is it then?”

Rune glanced about to  make sure Stephan and Arthur were still asleep. “It’s hot,” he shrugged. “It hurts my skin.”

Francis narrowed his eyes. “Even just sitting beside it like we do?”

Rune squirmed.

“It’s alright,” Francis said, sensing his discomfort. There was something eager in his posture that Rune found unsettling, even if he was always so concerned, always trying to help.  “Is it always like that?”

“No,” Rune admitted miserably. “I’m…” he pushed his arm out of the blankets to show the virgin sheen of his forearm in the dim light of the camp. “I’m all... new.”

“Of course,” said Francis, eyes widening in realization. “It's never been in sunlight, or water, or anything…never had a scratch, or even a touch.” He reached for Rune’s arm and then hesitated, waiting for him to draw back or allow the contact. Heart pounding, Rune placed his wrist in his captor’s hand, remembering every touch of the hunters who held him for so many weeks. A gentle thumb brushed over the underside of Rune’a wrist, back and forth. It was not to elicit any sort of reaction in him, but to marvel at the new skin and its properties. “Any man burned like that would have died…” he murmured as if to himself. “You're immune to festering. To infection.”

Rune’s temples and armpits itched as a sheen of sweat broke cold over his body. He tensed his arm and shoulder, not quite daring to pull away. As if awoken from a trance, Francis noticed and let him go. He pulled his arm back beneath the blankets. Blankets Francis had given him, he reminded himself. For presumably no reason other than his comfort.

“I study disease,” Francis told him. 

“You’re a healer?”

Francis scrunched his face in partial disagreement. “Not in the usual sense of the word. More studying. You don’t suffer the same way humans do.” He realized his mistake when Rune’s eyes flashed up to his. He held up his hand, a gesture that seemed among humans to mean he meant no harm. “I didn’t mean you don’t feel pain. I know you do. I misspoke. I mean you don’t suffer the same consequences for things as we do. Like infection. Your wounds heal without festering. Is that protective magic, or something in your physiology?”

Rune drew the blanket closer about himself. “I don’t know, sir.”

Francis seemed to sag. The eagerness went out of his shoulders and his oft-animated hands and he hung them limply from his knees instead. “I know,” he said in the low tones of an apology. “Of course you don’t. And call me Francis. I’m no knight.”

Rune nodded, eyes down. He managed not to flinch as his captor reached out and tousled his hair with a gentleness that bordered on timidity before retreating to his own bedroll.

-

Taglist:

@paperprinxe @whumpsday @i-eat-worlds @handsinmotion @stormchaser819 @annablogsposts

@clickerflight @daffyduckcommittedtaxfraud @scoundrelwithboba, @blood-and-regrets @morning-star-whump

@pumpkin-spice-whump @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question @shiningstarofwinter @vampiresprite @thealchemistal @risk606

@alextries @distinctlywhumpthing @gr8butnotstr8 @a-formless-whumper @valravnthefrenchie @jumpywhumpywriter @honeycollectswhump

@sordayciega @wollemi-whump @fleur-a-whump @tundra-tiger

[whumpypepsigal]

Fire Country s02e04: “I need the rescue team here now!”