#Disfiguring injuries

[hopkinrx]

Facial Degloving: Causes, Important Symptoms, Treatment, and Recovery

Facial Degloving: Causes, Important Symptoms, Treatment, and RecoveryIntroductionWhat is Facial Degloving?Causes and Risk FactorsSigns and SymptomsDiagnosis and AssessmentTreatment ApproachesMultidisciplinary ApproachRecovery and RehabilitationPotential ComplicationsLong-Term OutcomesPrevention StrategiesPatient StoriesAdvancements in TreatmentSupport SystemsExpert InsightsConclusionFacial…

[tangytangy]

the seasons pyro fics have my entire SOUL in its grasp right now.. this is from summer/winter, and ive also attached my interpretation of this pyro’s facial scars/wounds! i headcanon/suspect that pyro received minimal medical attention until their first dispenser interaction, which could only heal the major infections festering, leaving their face heavily scarred.

and im sure they have nondescript hand and body scars, but shhh i havent decided those placements yet ^_^

[oonaluna-art]

Skinning the children for a war drum Putting food on the table selling bombs and guns It's quicker and easier to eat your young

A few months back, I made this piece as a cover art for my fan fic, Our New Hope. I was proud of the work, and then I was left with a bit of a conundrum. I wasn't sure if I should share the original piece. I decided to go with the censored one, as that seemed like the safer option.

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[emo-eyemakeup-evildude]

also can we talk about the juxtaposition of season 2 Lucia perfectly healing after severe physical injuries vs season 3 Kirsi appearing far more injured than she did at first because boy howdy

[isamajor]

June of Doom : Day 1 to 5

Yay, @juneofdoom is here ! Time to write more whump drabble with Skyrim Custom-voiced Followers ! ♥

1 . “Help me.” 

A squad of Thalmor was after them and they had separated to better outrun them. Gore had headed towards Peak Shade's Tower, hoping to camouflage himself in the dense vegetation. A trap was also hidden here and it was only when his foot landed on it, that he realized too late what was happening to him. Then the intense pain of the jaw closing on his calf. He fell and curled into fetal position, biting the ground so as not to scream and be spotted by his pursuers.

Shortly after, footsteps approached him. It wasn't a Thalmor. Gore whispered “Help me.” (102)

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2 . “It didn’t have to be this way.” 

It had been stronger than him. Set foot again at the embassy, without consulting the Dragonborn infiltrating there, nor his other companions who were waiting in the rocks not far from the building.

Although Taliesin knew every nook and cranny, he was still flushed out by his former colleague, the chief torturer, Rulindil. When the Dragonborn saw them talking, they have the vehement feeling of having been utterly double-crossed and betrayed. They confronted the two Thalmors.

“It didn’t have to be this way.” , pleaded Taliesin. He was trembling, torn between affection for his old and new comrades. (99)

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3 . “Well, well, well…”  

Having hidden his camp between the lake and forest, Kaidan sat by his campfire, oblivious to the danger that awaited him. The sound of a spell startled him, and before he could react, a powerful paralysis spell struck him, causing him to fall motionless. As Kaidan struggled against the invisible force that held him captive, a voice echoed through the trees, cold and mocking.

"Well, well, well... We finally got you.", taunted the Thalmor wizard leading the ambush. Trapped, Kaidan's heart was beating with anger at being ambushed by the Thalmor, who must have been tracking him for a long time. (102)

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4 . “Does that hurt?”     

Lucien's breath caught as his foot pressed on the pressure plate. He barely had time to react when iron spikes burst from the ground, impaling his leg. A strangled yelp escaped his lips as he collapsed.Inigo rushed to his side, eyes wide with worry.

"Does it hurt, my friend? How much?"

Lucien panted, trying to control his breathing and tears, unable to answer. Inigo's expression hardened and he began to examine the injured leg.

“Our friend must have some healing potions in their bag.”

Lucien nodded weakly, hiccupping, squeezing Inigo's hand as he tried to focus on something other than the pain. (105)

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5 . “It’s not as bad as it looks.”    

Remiel winced as Xelzaz gently cleaned the wound on her face. The bite from the skeever had started to swell, turning an angry red and oozing pus. She felt tears prick at her eyes, not just from the pain but from the fear of disfiguration.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.”, Xelzaz said softly. He applied a poultice to the bite, the coolness providing some relief.

“The swelling will go down soon. This poultice will draw out the infection.”

Remiel sniffed, trying to muster a smile. “You’re sure?”

Xelzaz nodded firmly. “I promise. Just rest and let me take care of you.” (100)

[cashmere-caveman]

cat getting permanent damage to her hand defending her son from an attack and jon getting permanent damage to his hand defending a father figure from an attack is such a delicious tasty little detail to me. like not to go all pepe silva on this but they even both got valyrian steel blades out of it..... mwah!

[chopper-base]

Plan 99

Day 7 of @tbb-appreciation-week

I will be posting the days I missed. I just need to get my shit together.

MAJOR SEASON 2 FINALE SPOILERS

Summary: Tech finds himself alive but in the empires hands. Extremely injured and alone, he can only hope his brothers managed to escape as he fights to escape with the help of a brother long lost.

Prompts: Fix-it, nightmare

Warnings: A lot of blood, body disfiguration, nightmare, graphic character death in nightmare, non-consensual body modification, trauma, major injury

(Pls let me know if there are other tags I need to add!!!)

Chpt1 | Chpt2

Chapter 1

"Plan 99."

Tech had calculated every possible outcome to his current situation, and in every one, his team, his brothers plummeted to their death. He knew there wasn't a scenario that he made it back up to the rail car. He knew one way or another, he was going to fall. He made his decision without a second thought; he wasn't going to let his family fall with him. The fear in Wrecker and Omega's voices was prominent, weighing heavily on him.

"Don'tchu do it, Tech,"

Tech knew under Wrecker's helmet, he was watching him, his eyes pleading. He knew the realization was setting in on his brother as Tech raised his blaster, "When have we ever followed orders?"

Everything seemed to slow as he pulled the trigger, the blast hitting its mark, severing the connection between the railcars. The line kept him tethered to the plummeting car, Tech now free falling, his eyes glued to his brother's armored form growing smaller and smaller as he disappeared into the fog below. Wrecker's devastated scream burned into his mind as the wind whistled past him, the reality of his situation finally fully hitting him. He reached up, turning off his com, not wanting to hear Omega's desperate cries.

Tech always knew death followed the batch everywhere they went. Always sitting in wait, ready to take them and yet, they always found a way back. They always found each other again and they never let the fear of death stop them from completing what they started. But as the ground below grew ever closer, Tech found himself fighting the fate he had accepted merely seconds ago.

The rail car above him was just waiting for the solid ground, waiting to crush the pilot under tons of metal and machinery. Tech reached down, disconnecting his line, trying to position himself away from the car. It was then that Tech finally looked towards the ground, the fog clearing enough for him to see the dense forest below him. Through the mess of branches, he noticed a river, flowing heavily between the thick canopy. He managed to change his trajectory enough to put the river below him but between him and the water was still a whole lot of tree.

He didn't have time to think of how to slow himself down before he hit the first branch, snapping harshly against his thigh. There wasn't time to regret not having armor on his thighs before he was hit by another branch crashing into his side. He never felt the third as his consciousness was ripped from him, leaving his limp body to crash through branch after branch.

Tech awoke seconds later to a burning in his throat, a freezing blanket seemingly wrapped tightly around him. He realized in fear that the burning was water, forcing its way down his throat, filling his aching lungs. The rushing river around him made it almost impossible to tell which was up. He began to kick, swim as hard as he could, hoping to reach the surface. Excruciating pain shot down his right leg the moment he tried to move it. Biting the inside of his cheek to keep from inhaling more water, he continued to kick through the pain. His hand broke the surface first, his head quickly following. He coughed, trying to force the water from his lungs and trying his best to keep more out as the rapids pushed his head below the waves once more. He fought to get his head above the water once more, spotting the edge of the river over the white water rapids that continued to beat down on his already aching body.

His foot brushed against what he assumed was the river bed, trying to use it to push himself towards the shore. The river's rapids began to calm, making it easier for the pilot to swim closer to the edge. He finally began to feel the solid dirt of the river bed as he half crawled half dragged his way out of the river, collapsing in a heap of drenched armor.

He pried his broken helmet off his head, unable to stop the agonizing scream at the burning in his eyes and the sharp pain shooting down his arms. His limited vision was swimming, white spots dancing across what he could see. He started to notice the lack of vision on his right side and it wasn't long before he realized he couldn't see anything out of that eye. He slowly reached up, his finger brushing over his goggles. He let out a pained hiss as his finger met the broken lense, finally realizing his problem. The lenses had shattered and had pierced into his eye.

He pulled the goggle strap over his head, carefully pulling the broken goggles away from his face. He let his arm fall, dropping the goggles falling beside him, trying to breathe through the burn in his chest.

"Well isn't this interesting," a voice called, bringing Tech to turn his head lightly to where it had come from. "Here I thought we were coming to collect a body. This is quite the surprise.”

The next few hours became an unintelligible blur as what Tech assumed to be TK troopers moved him from the river bank onto a transport. His chest burned with every shaky breath he stole of the ship's recycled air. He wasn't sure when it happened but eventually, a mask was placed over his face, breathing becoming ever so slightly easier. Every shaky breath left a painful rattle in his chest, his own wheezing echoing in his mind. There wasn't a single word spoken around him that made sense in his head. The voices sounded as if they were underwater, the slight rocking of the ship causing more nausea to set in. He couldn't bring himself to open his eyes, every movement causing blinding white pain to stab through his eyes. He opted to focus on his breathing, trying to steady the painful intake of oxygen to his burning lungs. He had long forgotten about the pain in his limbs, all his focus on trying to stay awake; to stay alive.

The noise around faded to almost nothing. The hum of the engine vibrating through the ship was the only thing that kept Tech from slipping into the darkness that called to him. Tech didn't know how long he lay there, unable to feel anything but the stinging in his lungs and the cool air that he forced in. Tech couldn't even flinch when a hand landed on his shoulder ever so briefly, his body refusing to respond to any command. The engine must have been shut off at that soothing vibration Tech had been holding onto so tightly vanished. The stretcher he was on began to move, and Tech wished so badly to know where. The air around him became colder, leaving the pilot to hold on to that chilly sensation as he fought to keep that sliver of consciousness. He wasn't sure if he was truly conscious. He couldn't hear a single thing, his eyes refused to open, his burning lungs were the only thing he knew to be true. That question was quickly answered as several hands appeared over his body, moving him. The stretcher beneath him disappeared only to be replaced with a hard surface. Something touched his neck, something he couldn't place. He felt as his last remaining sliver of consciousness began to be torn away from him. As much as he tried to fight it, the darkness enveloped him, swallowing him whole.

"Don'tchu do it, Tech."

Wrecker? Tech looking around him, greeted only by darkness.

"TECH!"

Omega? Her screamed echoed in his head. He turned again, searching for his sister but all he was met with was her terrified screams. He called out to her, his own voice all too loud. He turned one last time to be met with a sight that left him biting back the bike in his throat. Omega's small body lay before him, blood pooling beneath her, staining her blonde hair a dreadful shade of red. He ran towards her, only to realize he wasn't moving. No matter how fast he forced his legs to go, she never got closer. Her eyes were locked on his, terror written on her young features. He couldn't do a thing as he watched that bright light leave her eyes. He watched her body fade away as her name escape his lips in the form of a broken scream.

"Tech."

Another voice echoed around him. He whipped around only to be met with a pair of broken eyes. Crosshair stared at him, unmoving. Blood was streaked across his black imperial armor. A shattered helmet lay discarded at his face.

"I thought we never left our own behind?" Crosshair's voice cracked, broken as he stared at his younger brother. "...why? Why did I get left behind?"

Tech's voice caught in his throat, any hope of an explanation was left to the wind.

Crosshair stared at him, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, leaving it to dribble off his chin. "You abandoned me."

Tech couldn't even bring himself to cry, watching as his brother broke before him. Those once sharp eyes now held nothing but pain. He too began to fade, leaving Tech to reach out for him, his mouth open in a silent scream that never came.

The ground beneath him seemed to fade, leaving Tech to plummet down. A painted sky of red formed above him as he fell. Clouds of a sickly gray dotted the bloody sky, staring down at him as he fell. His back hit something solid, leaving him trying to scramble back to his feet. He froze as he noticed the scene that surrounded him. His squad, his brothers lay scattered around him. Their bodies bloodied, disfigured in all the worst ways. Their glazed eyes were all pointed at him, driving daggers into his soul.

He fell back to his knees, blood soaking through his blacks, staining his white armor red. His eyes fell on the small body between his brothers. Omega's limbs were bent in directions they should have never been able to, blood flowing freely out of her mouth. Her eyes. Those young innocent eyes stared right back at him. Her mouth was open in a terrified scream that never came. The scene around him began to vanish, leaving Tech to stare at where his Vod'ika once lay. He opened his mouth, a broken screaming echoing around him. He screamed until he couldn't, leaving him to curl in on himself, sobs wracking his body.

Why couldn't he have saved them? Why wasn't he able to save his family?!

Tech's eyes flew open only to be squeezed shut immediately at the pain that flared through his entire body. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, only that he felt too much all too quickly. His entire body seemed to spasm as pain ripple through his chest leaving him wanting to scream only to choke. Something had been shoved down his throat, forcing him to breathe. Tech was able to force his eyes open again just enough to see light. He was floating. Something was suspending him from above and it was then Tech recognized the cool liquid that was surrounding him. He forced his eyes open a little farther, recognizing the transparisteel of a bacta tank surrounding him. He stared at the blurry room before him, unable to place how he ended up here. His vision was limited, leaving Tech to focus on the confusion of his whereabouts. His vision on his right side seemed… wrong. Colors seemed to register differently on his right side which led to more confusion. He attempted to move his hand towards his face only to be met with pain rippling up his body in excruciating waves. His entire body felt as if liquid fire had been pumped through his veins. He choked around the tube in his throat, wanting nothing more in that moment than to be able to scream. His chin fell against his chest, his eyes screwed shut. He fell limp, letting that karking tube push and pull air from his burning lungs. He pried his eyes back only to wish he didn't. He had been stripped of his blacks, leaving him feeling exposed. But what had him forcing back the bile in his throat was his leg. His right leg was gone, leaving a metal prosthetic in its place. The skin around the prosthetic was red and swollen, the tortured nerve endings leaving him to stare in what could only be described as horror. He forced his gaze away, trying to assess the rest of his body. His entire body was littered with scars, some he recognized from previous missions, and some that clearly were still healing. The pain slowly subsided as did what consciousness he had. He only caught a glimpse of a person entering the room before he found himself fully enveloped in the darkness.

[duskydrawings]

Doing concepts of my armored zombie lady!!! She needs a bandaid

[felsjustart]

Lighting Practice- TW; Disfiguring Scars & Nudity

Parsley has been through quite a lot in our campaign at this point:

An undead took her eye in some of our first sessions, a vampire crushed her still-beating heart, an Ulitharid cracked open her skull and ate her brain, Graz'zt took her down with his acid soaked phantasmal sword & she ultimately had her soul trapped in a soul jar by the first season's BBEG. She's been lucky enough to always have Alojzia, her Auntie Alice and Corellon themselves to help her heal, recover and undo the accumulated physical damage, but I've always wondered what Parsley would look like if all that damage wasn't healed- if she had to bear all the scars of everything she's been through. The filename for this piece is simply "Damage" and was a great experiment in different scaring types on dark skin & extreme/harsh lighting.

I did this back around Halloween and made a gif of the soul jar flickering. TW; flashing gif below the cut!

TW: FLASHING/FLICKERING GIF

[hummingbird-of-light]

June of Doom 2024 Day 19 (@juneofdoom)

19. “This can’t be happening!”                 

| Sobbing | Straitjacket | Dissociation |

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It was already very late at night when the young student Hikaru Sulu got off the train and slowly made his way home. He had met up with another student to study after his last lecture and it had turned out to be later than expected. But that didn't bother him. No one was waiting for him. A grin crossed Sulu's face at the thought.

He was finally living on his own since the month before and was a grown man. Even though it had been extremely difficult for his parents, especially his mother, to let him go, the student had been very pleased that they had supported him anyway.

Sulu's path led him through a rather deserted area. The lonely streets were lit by flickering streetlights. In the distance, the young man heard a dog barking and he had to admit that he actually felt a little uneasy, almost startled. He had rarely been out alone late at night.

He also didn't like the fact that there was a red light district nearby. Who knew what kind of sleazy guys were hanging around this area, looking for trouble.

Sulu shook his head and clenched his hands into fists. He was no coward! He could handle guys like that! Nevertheless, he almost unconsciously increased his pace and walked a little faster.

The student was surprised when he suddenly spotted a person standing in the middle of the sidewalk not too far away. Judging by the figure, it was a woman.

Sulu tilted his head to the side in surprise when he saw that she was wearing a long raincoat with the collar pulled up. It was the middle of summer and there were no rain showers in the forecast. So why was the woman dressing so strangely?

He decided not to think too much about it. He would just walk past her and give her a friendly nod and then the whole thing would be forgotten very soon.

Sulu walked forward with slow steps and he realized that his legs were trembling more and more the closer he got to the figure.

The woman just stood there, her hands hidden behind her back. Her long black hair blew in front of her in the gentle evening breeze.

When Sulu was almost past her, she took a step to the side and stood directly in front of him. Only now did the young man realize that she was wearing a face mask.

"Uhm, good evening," he said, bowing his head politely. "Can I help you?"

The woman tilted her head and her piercing gaze made Sulu's blood run cold. He felt his heart begin to race. What kind of woman was this? Why did the sight of her send such a shiver down his spine?

"Am I beautiful?" The female voice sounded like the sound of long fingernails scratching across a blackboard. Sulu did his best not to make a face.

What was he supposed to say? What kind of answer did the woman expect from him? Sulu thought hard about it. His parents had always brought him up to be as polite as possible. And if he was honest, the woman actually seemed very pretty. At least what Sulu could see of her.

He nodded.

"Y-yes. You are."

The woman's shoulders began to twitch and a shuddering sound escaped her throat. She ... appeared to giggle.

Slowly, she lifted a hand and pulled the mask from her face. The sight that presented itself to Sulu made him freeze in horror.

The woman's mouth was slit open at the sides. She looked at the young man with a horrible, huge grin. Her teeth glinted in the light of the streetlights.

"And ... now? Am I still pretty?"

The voice sounded even more terrifying than before and Sulu couldn't help but stare at his counterpart with huge eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out.

A single thought flashed through his mind.

'Kuchisake-onna!'

As a child, he and his friends had told each other scary stories about this Yōkai, an evil demon. A figure that stalked lonely victims and entangled them in a conversation that could not end well. It didn't matter what answer they gave.

Sulu swallowed hard. It wasn't true! It was just a story! A legend!

This woman couldn't possibly be Kuchisake-onna. That was impossible!

But when he saw the woman pull her second hand out from behind her back and reveal a huge knife to him, Sulu knew it was real.

He dared not move. He dared not say anything.

If he answered in the negative, the woman would torture and kill him with her knife. If he answered in the affirmative, she would slash his face too so that he would be as beautiful as she was before she killed him as well.

The only salvation he had heard of was not to give a definite answer or trigger the Yōkai's compulsion to count.

Sulu quickly brought his hand to his neck and tore off the string of beads with the amulet his mother had given him for protection when he had moved into his first apartment of his own.

He threw the beads to the ground and didn't even wait to see if it worked.

Sulu ran as fast as he could, on and on towards his apartment block. He had to escape! He had to reach his home!

Tears streamed down his cheeks and he sobbed in panic, shaking his head violently.

"This can't be happening! This can't be happening!"

But no matter how many times he said the words, he couldn't believe them.

He shouted as loud as he could when suddenly a breeze – a shadow – whizzed past him and Kuchisake-onna appeared right in front of him.

"Twenty-four," she said with a grin, holding one of the beads between her fingers. Sulu opened his mouth to utter one last prayer to the heavens, but he never got the chance. The sharp blade of the knife touched his face and all he could do was scream in pain as the demon slowly disfigured him and cut him to pieces.

[stories-of-the-multiverse]

((Starter fore @remnantsouls ))

Charlie winced when of course, she felt no pulse from the body she was checking. Poor guy bled out before she could get to them...

She sighed as she stood, holding onto herself.

Alright, don't give up now, Charlie. The moment you do, whatever survivor there is is done for for sure!

She jogged forward, eyes briefly scanning the bodies as she passed.

There has to be someone, someone she could help. Someone she could give at least another year!

Someone that-!

She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw an inky black trail among the crimson. And she felt her blood go ice cold.

An unfortunate truth was, an average of ten percent of victims of these genocides were Hellborn. Those that could not afford to live in the other Rings, or even in Hellborn only settlements like Imp City. Either the Exorcists couldn't tell the difference, or didn't care. Perhaps a mixture of both.

Demons are demons, after all...

And it looks like she might find another example of this statistic...

Uneasily, she followed the trail into the alley...

"... Oh my god...!"

Another fun bit about the Exterminations? Most Exorcists were notorious for playing with their food. Not just in chasing their targets, but finding increasingly cruel ways to end their lives.

And taking literally an arm and a leg from them...?!

Charlie rushed to the incubus's side, hurriedly checking his pulse.

Still alive...!

"Ca-Can you hear me?! I- H-Hold on-!"

She took out the kit she was carrying, bandages and guaze being snatched up as she hoped the empathic link with her goat bois would bring them here.

She started with the shoulder, putting the gauze over the bloody socket and hurriedly winding the bandage over it while being careful maneuvering his remaining arm out of the way.

If it weren't for the threat of the blood loss, she would have cleaned the wound first. Infections were a bitch down here. But right now she had to do something about the bleeding.

She hoped her hands were steadier than she felt...

[heartofstanding]

One of the many things I love about writing Henry POV is how his subconscious is just... completely fucked in a way that manages surprises me. Case in point, he started imagining how Mary would react to what he considers to be the Hal's Face Hole Problem (that is, how people are going to judge Hal once they see his scar) and ended imagining she'd dump his arse over it:

Why do you need to manage Harry, he imagines Mary saying, her small body tucked against him, why must he be managed? You don’t understand, he would tell her, you don’t know what it’s like to rule a kingdom, to be seen and judged. You don’t know how men would see me – see him – once they know how his face (your face, he wears your face) has been marked out. It’s a stain, a blot – people will read him by its mark. We must prepare for that. Mary would bristle, pull away from him. She would take herself from his bed and go to Harry.

[whataboutfractions]

honestly i’m kind of pissed with myself that the one piece of writing i have addressing the physical, practical grotesqueness in mighty’s method of death is some isekai shit that makes net zero sense out of its original highly specific context

[seaofserene]

Sits there with her arm twisted in a very obviously unnatural way. “ What ? What are you staring at ? ”

[petpetisy]

Can You Sue Someone for Their Dog Attacking Your Dog in 2024? Answer is really Shocking!

As a pet owner, seeing your furry friend attacked by another dog is heartbreaking. But, you might be able to take legal action against the dog’s owner. Dog bite laws and liability can be tricky, but knowing your rights is key to keeping your pet safe and protecting your family. Table of ContentsKey TakeawaysDifferences Between Human and Pet InjuriesStrict Liability vs. Negligence…

[smallvictorianchildwhofoundwifi]

Guess who’s thinking about this again!

Also I reached the tag limit so just know there’s very gore ish stuff in there

Huh? Oh yeah yeah I'm fine I'm just thinking about the Sad Man's Parade appearing behind the Erasure group and throwing them into the concrete, constantly making more doubles and growing in mass, meaning that as they were falling on top of Eraserhead and Monoma, the ever-growing weight of doubles on top of them made them hit the ground even harder and definitely should've been enough to kill them but it didn't because the writers decide if they live or die and that's their only saving grace