#aftermath of stabbing

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

Someone walk with me here. Johnny, Dally, and Pony as the three main stress responses.

Dally as fight

Pony as flight

Johnny as freeze

[odo-apologist]

Thinking about how between the first time we see Lister handle Rimmer's light bee (where he just immediately decides to put it in his mouth and later eat it. Average behavior.) and the part in Psirens when he catches it and treats it more gently, he was forced to crush the one belonging to High Rimmer with his bare hand, learning just how delicate it is

[serickswrites]

Right Here. Right Now. III

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: referenced stabbing, referenced blood, referenced wounds, temporary character death, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery

Consciousness returned to Hero in waves. They were surprised to be awake. They were even more surprised to be alive. They were certain when they had let the darkness take them that it was the end. That there was no coming back from that. They had been at peace with that decision because Villain had been defeated. That was all that mattered.

They blinked away slowly. "There you are," Sidekick said gently from their side. "Hey, Hero, it's been a while," Sidekick smiled down at Hero.

Hero tried to blink the sleep away. How long had they been out? What had happened while they had been out. "How?"

"Two weeks," Superhero said from the doorway to the med bay. "Two weeks three hours and forty-eight minutes to be precise."

"How are you feeling?" Sidekick put a gentle hand on Hero's.

Truthfully, Hero felt fine. They knew logically they shouldn't feel fine. But they did. "I feel fine. I should feel like I died."

"You did die, Hero," Sidekick said as tears filled their eyes. "We very nearly didn't save you in time. Why didn't you say anything?"

They had died. Hero took a moment to register what Sidekick said. The darkness they let take them was death. They were lucky to be alive and they knew it. But what mattered was Villain being captured. Their life and well-being was secondary. "Getting Villain to surrender was what mattered most. I knew we had to capture them."

"And so you were going to let yourself be killed in the process? Hero, that was beyond reckless! I couldn't keep you alive long enough for Superhero to beat Villain into unconsciousness."

Hero's mouth went dry. "I let Villain go so I could save you," Superhero said as they leaned on the door jam. Their eyes were grave as they stared at Hero.

"And they very nearly didn't make it in time. You died. Twice, Hero. Twice." Sidekick added again for emphasis.

Hero's heart fell. "Villain got away. I don't matter, why did you let Villain go? I don't matter!"

"You always matter, Hero. Right here. Right now. You are what matters. You are what always matters. We can always go after Villain again, but we cannot get another you." Superhero's eyes flashed. "Don't ever sacrifice your life again. I mean it. I need you, Hero. Sidekick needs you. You matter."

"You matter so much, don't you see?" Sidekick began to cry.

Hero couldn't speak past the lump in their throat. They knew they were in the wrong. That they had made a grave mistake. But the others didn't understand. If Villain had been completely stopped, it would have been worth it. They should have held on for just a bit longer. They nodded slowly. They wouldn't try that again. They couldn't put Sidekick or Superhero through that again.

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[jabibi-the-beef]

you call it "playing dumb" i call it "minimizing the casualties" we are not the same

[whumpberry-cookie]

(tw: noncon touch)

Imagine Whumpee being magically so beautiful and breathtaking that all mortals are just falling on their knees before them.

Whumper treated them as their pretty bird in a cage. Kisses, compliments, unwanted pets and affection.

After the rescue, Caretaker... without a second thought decides to never mention how captivated they feel. Because they think it's unfair that Whumpee can't have any true relations with mortals for who they actually are.

(C:) "I never told you this, but..."

(W:) "I knew you loved me, Caretaker. Because you never told me"

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(Also that's what I found after searching for pretty man in gifs)

(Ah, yes. My primary school crush)

(Of course Taehyung's here)

[capturedpain]

The Following 1x08

"I didn't tell them. I didn't tell them"

Mike's tortured to find Hardy's wife but ends up stabbed after he convinces them he doesn't know.

Hardy gets there in time to save him and find out in the hospital that Mike is literally the only one of them that does know where she is.

[lumiosemuseum]

thank you all for the kind words on my drawing of .... nerine thinking about killing her (at that time) ex boyfriend 😱 i've been wanting to make more Dark & Emo art with Nerine because like. other than her being my sona her situation is rly interesting to me 💔 I don't talk about Bronze Age Nerine too often but her and AZ are actually a bit similar in some ways, its just... their situations are so completely different. She often feels like she isn't worth anything, and this lack of self esteem has made her very passive. But she's also... very hateful. she's spiteful and holds grudges easily, while she's good at acting nice she tends to hold very mean opinions on people deep down, especially when they belittle her. But unlike AZ who has a bad tendency to lash out, Nerine just... takes it. Rather than a pot that's about to boil over, she's more like a bottomless well. She can take a lot without ever reaching her limit ....

Her even considering doing something like 🔪 is "out of character" for her. She's seen what will happen in the future. She knows that she could put an end to it. But she can't bring herself to actually commit the act... is out of devotion to the king? perhaps... but it could be that she's too scared, and worse of all, too small of a person to do such a thing. She's not brave or heroic or even particularly bloodthirsty, she's just... Nerine. She can't bring herself to put an end to AZ's suffering, or stop what was already pre-determined. If the world ends tomorrow, she'll have no one to blame for it but herself... 💔

[c1trvswurld]

Ik genjis fleshy bits that he still has are conventionally attractive for selling and character appeal reasons but I really do appreciate the idea of him having heavy scar tissue around his face. I like art that depicts the pure engineering and scientific marvel that he is. The way his organic blends in with his mechanical as processors and pumps are constantly at work to keep him alive. Love the idea of him customizing as he got use to it, accepted it more. Like to think that his lower jaw doesn't move when he talks, in fact his jaw is completely able to be removed and the only thing needed to communicate is his voice box, customized and attuned to change to the strength of the hue on his visor depending on how loud he wants to be.

He'd take the time for repairs and check ups to meditate and love his body as he polishes the metal along with his swords, use it to think about how far he's come. Because he loves his body, prays about it, appreciates it, takes care of it.

[zoethehead]

Looked at someone's ofmd prompt, and it made me think of a scene from my story.

Basically for context; wulf ended up getting stabbed, but where he was stabbed was the appendix, which was inflamed, so after the fight ended, wulf ended up going through an impromptu appendectomy.

And well, wulf was very much out of it due to a mix of bloodloss and painkillers, so the reason that chalakon's blushing is because wulf accidentally confessed his feelings for him.

But yeah, wulf was basically unconscious/semiconscious but not lucid for a few days because he had to recover.

[caroline-nighthunter]

It's past midnight and I gotta be up early tomorrow but my mind just cannot rest about this conversation prompt about Necromancer Wizard and a Cyrus and the whole Malistair fiasco (Context of the dynamic is basically the whole thing became a taboo subject and the Young Wiz and Cyrus take what happened in Dragonspyre to their grave which was prob their least prefferred way to be knitted together in such a personal way):

"I thought it was easy. Death didn't scare me. Killing didn't either. It had to be done. But... Cyrus, the catch is.... I think I was wrong. The thought of death didn't scare me. The thought of killing neither. Nobody could have ever prepared me for the actual thing. Not a hundred... thousand... rehearsals."

b y e

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Getting Stabbed Hurts, Who'd have thought? (Magician's Bait, Part 6)

Whumpril Day 22 (Stoicism Breaks), Day 27 ("Please don't go")

Whumpril Prompts List

Tales from Valaria Masterpost

first part | <- previous part

TW: stab wounds, stitches mention, disorientation, death mention, burns mention, dizziness

Context: Reese wakes up after passing out to find Luc binding her wounds. Damian is okay (for now).

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Reese’s head pounded like her skull was being used as a child’s drum set. Everything else was numb, but her head spun even before she opened her eyes. She lay face down, head resting against something hard and cold. Her arms were limp at her sides, and her left side throbbed in time with her heartbeat.

She lethargically turned her head and stared blankly ahead, prodding her tired mind to focus on her surroundings. The catacomb entrance… I’m at the catacomb entrance. We made it out… but how…?

Two people were seated on the ground opposite her, a woman with curly red hair pulled back into a braid and a man with wavy black hair. Both were facing away from her, and the woman was… painting the man’s arm?

Caiya… that’s Caiya Ebony. She must be painting healing runes of some sort. And he’s the prince. Why had it taken her so long to realize—?

“Reese?”

She blinked, eyes flicking to her left, where she found Luc. He knelt at her side, pressing something onto her back. Bandages?

Luc’s smile looked forced. “How… how are you feeling?”

She groaned softly. “Remind me… never get into a knife fight with a magician. Never again.”

“The wound looks worse than it is,” he said softly, “I had to give you emergency stitches. We would’ve gotten you some healing runes too, but, y’know….”

“How’d you spin that to Caiya?”

Luc scowled. “She hasn’t stopped fussing over His Highness since he dragged you out of the tunnel. You were both in pretty bad shape, he’s malnourished and weakened, but you were the one who was unconscious. He tried to get her to help you first, if it helps.”

Reese made to push herself upright, but Luc stopped her. “Hold on, let me help you.” He slowly lifted her from the ground and propped her against a nearby wall. “I need to finish tying your bandages, and then we can get you something to prevent infection.”

She hissed through her teeth at a sudden spike of pain from the wound in her back. “Do you have anything that can stop the pain?”

“Nothing that I haven’t already given you.”

Silence presided between them for a few minutes while Luc wound the bandages around Reese’s torso. She listened idly to snatches of the conversation between Damian and Caiya while ignoring the throbbing in her head and the twinging in her back.

“I told you, Caiya,” Damian said patiently, “she said her name was Natali Tallis.”

“And need I tell you,” Caiya snapped, “that ‘Natali Tallis’ died nearly a decade ago? Her body was burned and mangled almost beyond recognition due to a backfire in her rune structure.”

Damian sighed and took a cautious sip of water. “But can you deny that the description matches? Is it possible that she faked her death somehow?”

Caiya froze mid-stroke, her brush dripping ink onto the ground. She flicked her wrist, finishing the rune with a quick and precise stroke before putting the brush away with a huff. “I was there, Your Highness. I was the one who had to check her pulse to declare if she was dead.” 

She exhaled slowly, pressing her fingers to her temples. “Now can you see why I find it so hard to believe she had lived?”

Damian stared at her for a long moment. He took a deep breath and glanced at the rune she’d drawn on his forearm. The cuts left on his wrist from the rough ropes had closed, leaving only faint scars. “Who’s to say she died from the knife to the heart, then?”

Impossible.

Luc glanced over at the pair. “Should we go and check, if you’re not certain?”

“I don’t know,” Damian said softly, “you never really know with Stalkers, do you—?”

“It’s not possible,” Reese stated.

“But—”

“It’s not!” she snapped, wincing. “I stabbed her through the heart, yes. But any healing runes she might have used, written or spoken, would not have worked. She wounded me with the knife first. I then pierced her heart using the same knife. That knife was dripping with my own blood. It would have weakened, if not completely nullified her magic. She didn’t survive.”

Damian nodded in understanding, but Caiya frowned in confusion.

“Was that why you got stabbed?!” Luc hissed under his breath as he tied the loose ends of the bandages together, securing the binding.

“You think I meant to get stabbed?”

“I seem to recall our first lesson being ‘Don’t Get Stabbed, Reese’.”

Reese snorted and immediately regretted it. “Ow….”

Luc slowly rose to his feet, the concern evident on his face. “Do you think you can stand? We should get you home.”

She stared at him for a long moment before seizing his arm and hauling herself up, ignoring the way the wound in her back throbbed as she moved the damaged muscles. Her head spun, and Reese tightened her grip on Luc’s arm even as he grabbed her shoulder to stabilize her.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she muttered, “I’ve been through worse.”

He sighed. “If you really think you’re alright, I should escort the prince home before anything else happens.”

Reese blinked. “I….”

Luc started to step away, but she stopped him. “Please… please don’t go and leave me alone.”

“You sure? Because if you’re not feeling up to it I can—”

“I’m sure.” She took a step forward, sucking in a sharp breath through her teeth. “I just… I don’t know. I just don’t want to be left alone.”

Luc nodded in understanding. “Of course. I can have an experienced doctor reevaluate your stitches at the palace.” He smiled reassuringly. “Not that I don’t trust my own work… but I have to admit my hands were shaky.”

Damian rose to his feet, Caiya quickly following suit. He joined them near the wall, absently rubbing at the scars on his wrists. The ink on his arm was fading as the magic did its work. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I can take on a sang with nothing but my bare hands,” Reese said sarcastically.

He grinned. “I’d like to see that fight.”

Luc made a face. “I wouldn’t. But my money’s on the sang.”

“It’s your money,” Damian said, chuckling. “Your apprentice fought well against Natali, despite the injury. You should be very proud.”

Reese held up a hand. “Uh… I’m not his apprentice.” She glanced at Luc. “Right?”

The Watcher raised his eyebrows in an expression of reluctant agreement. “Well… he’s not wrong… and I might’ve slipped a few of Hector’s lessons into our training sessions… wasn’t on purpose, I swear!”

She punched him in the shoulder. “I’m sure Father’ll be thrilled to hear that.”

“Celestials, he’s gonna kill me when he finds out about what I asked you to do.”

Reese shrugged. “Hey, I agreed to do it. Just tell him I volunteered so he blames me rather than you. But the Watcher’s apprentice thing? Dunno.”

Luc sighed through his nose. “Let’s burn that bridge when it comes to it, okay? Right now we need to be getting somewhere safer than just outside the catacombs.”

Damian nodded. “Of course, Watcher.”

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Thank you for reading this whump ficlet! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it :3

[serickswrites]

Far Better IV

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Warnings: referenced captivity, referenced torture, referenced stabbing, referenced blood, referenced wounds, hospital, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

Hero was surprised they woke up at all. They were even more surprised when they woke up they found they were in a hospital bed. Caretaker really had rescued them. It hadn't all been a dream.

"Love, oh thank God," Caretaker's face suddenly appeared over Hero's. "I thought I lost you."

"'m 'ere," Hero managed to croak after swallowing a few times.

"Here, have some water," Caretaker held a straw to Hero's lips. Hero sucked greedily on the straw, suddenly parched.

"Thanks," they managed to say normally after a few gulps. "You saved me."

Caretaker's face was full of guilt. "I almost didn't though. You were nearly dead by the time the ambulance arrived. I thought I lost you."

"But you didn't." Hero felt fine. They realized they were probably being pumped full of painkillers. But they were ok with that. They were alive. Caretaker was with them. That's all that mattered.

"It's all my fault," Caretaker said with tear filled eyes. "Love, you nearly died because of me."

"But I didn't."

"Hero, if help didn't arrive when it did, you would have bled out in my arms. You would have died because I owed Villain money. I couldn't live with myself if you died."

Hero put a hand to Caretaker's cheek. "I don't blame you, Caretaker. Villain has always been trying to catch me. It would have happened one day. I'm just glad you made it in time."

"I love you, Hero. And I am so so so so sorry. I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you."

"There's nothing to make up. Though maybe instead of borrowing from a criminal master mind, we can get a bank loan next time."

Caretaker smiled sheepishly. "Yeah. Though we won't need to worry about Villain. They won't be hurting anyone where they are for a long time."

Caretaker kissed Hero's hand. "You need to rest, love. Close your eyes, I'll watch over you while you sleep."

"Good. Good." Hero let themself sink deeper into the pillows. They were alive. Caretaker was safe. Villain was, well, they didn't know where, but Villain was gone. Things were far better than they were before any of this started. And Hero could live with that very easily.

"I love you," Caretaker's voice drifted into Hero's head as they slipped into sleep.

"Love you," Hero whispered as they sank into the welcome darkness of sleep knowing that Caretaker would be there when they woke up. And Villain wouldn't be. This was far, far better than anything else. Hero smiled to themself knowing that their life would continue with Caretaker. And that they were all safe.

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[popflythesky]

the zoro (not)dying scene with luffy and co just hanging about screaming his name over and over was the most anime this show has been so far

[b0nelessdoodles]

i am obsessed with two shitty little goblins with a complicated relationship and backstory 👏👏👏👏

[normalgirlayanoaishi]

i fear i may be reaching terminal levels brainrot cause ive spent the last 2 weeks mentally writing a script for a hypothetical ryokichi vn exploring their terrible shitty no good very bad relationship

[midnightwind]

the true question for Clipped Wings is do I just slap the summons home from Viago as the next chapter or try to squeeze in some more general exploration of the Crossroad and/or jobs in Minrathous and/or Two Crows Being Dudes before tossing that one into the canon timeline