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phoward89 · 5 months ago

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Peacekeeper!Coriolanus Snow x Nurse!Reader

WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is in himself his own warning. Obsession, stalking, slight self-harm, cussing, manipulation, allusions to murder - getting rid of a body, allusions to panic attacks, allusions to anxiety attacks, allusions to mental breakdown, obsessed!Coriolanus

After ‘taking care of’ his once lover, Lucy Gray, and dumping the guns in the lake- to sink to the bottom and never be seen again, Coriolanus returned to base. He looked like shit whenever he entered the clinic, seeking treatment for the snakebite to his inner forearm. A snakebite that he's convinced himself is poisonous; is slowly killing him.

You just happen to be on duty that day, so the Matron of Base D-12’s clinic (who's in charge of the Nursing Core and Medic Unit), sent you to take care of Private Coriolanus Snow. She even went on to tell you how it was such an honor to tend to him since he was the son of the legendary Capitol war hero General Crassus Snow: the fallen Commander of 12.

You honestly didn't give a fuck who's son he was. In fact, your father Colonel Javani Halvir served underneath General Crassus Snow until his untimely death at the hands of rebels in the woods outside of 12. Like who cares who his daddy is. Your Colonel dad made you sign up for the nursing core after you graduated as punishment for being ranked 25th in the Academy and not being able to be a mentor in this year's shit show of the Hunger Games.

You're glad that you didn't have to mentor one of those poor kids. Mentoring seemed to be bad for Capitolite kids’ health since a handful died.

So…

Yea…

You and the other kids that weren't in the top 24 came out safe, but try telling your dad that.

Mhm…

Your dad even went on and on and on about how his old comrade's son was the top of your class, so why couldn't you have made one of the other 23 spots. Blah, blah, blah…

You hung around different circles then Coriolanus Snow did. In fact, you hung around Odysseus Odair, Livinius ‘Vinny’ Cardew, and Hilarious Heavensbee’s cousin Hector ‘Heccie’ (who had to repeat his senior year at the Academy 4 times, but at least he graduated this year with passing grades at the bottom of the class) and a couple of girls that weren't in the A-list clicky ass bitch squad.

That disappointed your father, the Colonel, as well.

So, yeah, that's why you're a nurse in training aka a nurse’s aide currently sliding open the curtain to Private Snow's bed in the large one room infirmary that could hold at least 2 dozen men- easily.

“So, according to the sign in form you've been snake bit?” You ask Coriolanus, reading his impeccable handwriting off of the form that's on the clipboard the Matron gave you.

“Yes,” Coriolanus frantically nodded. “I think it's poisonous; that I'm dying.”

Oh God, the son of the Almighty General Crassus Snow’s a dramatic baby boy. Oh, wouldn't your dad just crack up laughing if he knew that.

Obviously, if his snake bite was poisonous he'd be dead in the woods right now. If it was a coral snake he'd be shit out of luck since they're one of the most potent venomous snakes in Panem. And if it was a rattler his arm would be swollen 3 times its size and it'd be puffy and oozy, he'd probably be drooling and bleeding from the mouth and wheezing too.

If it was a water moccasin…well…he'd be utterly fucked. His arm would swell and become discolored, he’d have immediate and extreme pain, and he'd have rapid; difficulty breathing, and decreased blood pressure. Most likely would be dead before he made it a few yards away from whatever lake he found while hiking in the woods. And if it was a copperhead, well he would've gone into shock right away; his lymph nodes would've swelled up along with the arm he was bitten on. His arm would also be numb, so would his mouth, tongue, scalp, and feet- all from the poison.

Hey, that's what you read in that District 12 first aide book you were forced to read for the Nursing Core. According to that book Private Snow would be dead before he got out of the woods cause you need to get those poisonous snake bites treated right away with anti-venon or you'll croak. And you're not even sure if the infirmary even has that stuff.

Anywho…

Idiot was bitten by a damn garter snake. A harmless slithering thing, but he thinks he's going to die.

Placing the clipboard down on Coriolanus' bedside table, you go over to the counter and grab some gloves. “I'm going to take a look at your arm, okay?” You tell him while putting on the gloves.

Instead of saying something normal like ‘okay’ or ‘yes’ or even ‘thank you’, Coriolanus Snow asks, “You look familiar. Do I know you, Nurse?...”, as you round his bed and reach for his bitten forearm.

“I’m a Nurse's Aide since I still have a few weeks left of training.” you tell Private Snow while you hold his forearm in your hands and inspect the bite. “My name's Y/N Halvir, we went to the Academy together.” You tell him, noticing that he doesn't have fang marks but deep, jagged teeth marks in a circular shape on the inside of his forearm.

“Oh, that's why you look familiar.” The platinum blonde smiles a bit too wide, too toothily, at you. Goddamn, his pearly whites are on full display with his manic smile and it's a bit unsettling.

“I shouldn't look that familiar to you, I was ranked 25th and hung out with a different crowd then you did Mr. Golden Boy.” You dryly tell him, while going over to the cabinet behind his bed to grab some antiseptic wipes, ointment, and bandages. “Oh, and you're not going to die. The snake bite’s not poisonous.”

“Are you sure it's not poisonous? I felt like I was going to die. My heart's been racing, I'm sweaty, I even saw things.” Private Snow objects, so desperate to be right about having been bit by a poisonous reptile, as you place all of your supplies on his bedside table.

“Trust me Private Snow-” You begin only for him to interrupt you with, “Please, darling, call me Coryo.”, as you're tearing open the alcohol wipe pack.

Coriolanus thinks you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen. Much prettier than that lying, sniveling, singing whore that was going to rat him out to the mayor to save her own ass; who he shot in the woods. Oh, how could he have overlooked your beauty for so many years? You attended the Academy with him; had classes with him and he never noticed you until now.

Now!

Now that you're both in this hellhole of a backwater bumfuck district.

“Anyways, you weren't poisoned and I believe you had a panic attack due to stress and high adrenaline.” You honestly tell Coriolanus, grabbing his forearm in your hand and cleaning it with the antiseptic wipe.

“Are you sure, darling?” Coriolanus asks, watching you discard the wipe and grab the tube of ointment.

“Yes, Private Snow, I'm sure.” You respond, opening up the tube. Squeezing some ointment on your finger and rubbing it into his wound, you explained, “Venomous snakes have bites that leave two fang marks while non venomous snakes, like harmless garter snakes, leave ragged teeth marks in a circular shape when they bite.” Grabbing the bandage roll, you unravel a piece long enough to wrap around his forearm. “You have circular teeth marks for your snake bite, but I'm afraid they're deep and will leave a nasty scar.”

“Of course, it'll leave a nasty scar.” Private Snow bitterly sighs to himself as you bandage up his wound.

When you're done you tell him, “You're all patched up and ready to go, Private Snow.”, while throwing away the trash from the antiseptic wipes.

You didn't wait for his response, you just took the clipboard and left his curtained off area in order to file the report on his treatment.

You seem to have had an effect on Private Snow. The platinum blonde found himself obsessing over you. Yes, he was obsessing and not daydreaming when it came to you.

He was so desperate to see you that he began getting ‘hurt’ as an excuse to go to the infirmary and make small talk with you. Oh, you lost track of the twisted ankles and sprained wrists Private Snow claimed to have. But every time it turned out to be nothing.

He was just faking it to see you. To have your touch on his skin. Even if you were just feeling his wrist or ankle for an injury, Coriolanus still felt that your skin touching his was intimate.

And talk about Coriolanus faking injuries just to see you…

“Is Nurse Y/N in? I need her to look at my finger; it's cut really bad.” Coriolanus asked the clerk at the check in desk. He’s hoping you're on duty today, otherwise he ripped his finger open on a knife during KP duty for nothing.

“I'll get you to a bed and then I'll send her to tend to your finger.” The clerk at the check in desk told Private Snow before bringing him to the beds in the treatment center.

It only took a few minutes for you to be briefed on Snow's problem and sent back to treat him.

“So, Private Snow-” You began and you pulled back the curtain around Coriolanus' bed, only for him to interrupt you with, “I passed my officer exams and ship out soon for training, so my paperwork should say Officer Snow or Petty Officer Snow.”

What? He's leaving this shithole for training? “Why aren't you being trained here?” You ask, scanning thru his clipboard to find his rank. Low and behold he's now marked as Elite Officer Snow. “Never mind, don't answer that. You're marked down as Elite Officer Snow on your form.”

“Oh, yes, did I forget to mention that I passed the Elite Officer's Exam?” Your accident prone patient cheekily asked as you set your clipboard down on his bedside table.

“I'm an army brat; my father's a Colonel, so if you're trying to impress me with your bragging about your new Elite Officer's ranking and soon to be departure then save your breath- it's not working.” You tell Coriolanus while grabbing some medical grade gloves from a nearby cabinet and putting them on.

Coriolanus quirks a brow. “Your father's a military man?”

“Yep.” You pop your tongue. You pick up his hand and start to examine his cut finger. “Enough about me, let's get a look at your cut finger to see if it needs stitches or not.”

The cut doesn't seem to be too deep. In fact, it looks more like a surface wound. A simple knick.

“Your finger just needs cleaning and bandaged, Private Snow. Lucky for you, stitches aren't needed.” You tell your patient before going to the cabinet to grab the supplies you need to tend to his cut finger.

“Please, call me Coryo.” He puts, watching you head over to him with antiseptic wipes and a bandage.

“What can I say, Nurse Halvir, I’m a very clumsy soldier.” The platinum blonde peacekeeper shrugged with a lopsided smirk painting his lips. “But, since you're calling me Coryo now it's only fair that I call you Y/N.” He says as you open an antiseptic wipe and start cleaning his finger with it.

“I guess I can call you that, considering you're in here every other day.” You relant, placing the items in your hand on Coryo's bedside table.

"Of course you'd rather call me Y/N then Nurse Halvir." You shake your head while bandaging up his finger.

Coriolanus was transfixed by your name. He adored how it sounds. So beautiful, so sophisticated, so fitting of a Capitolite girl. It'll sound perfect with the Snow surname as well. Yes, Y/N Snow has a ring to it.

“It suits you.” Coryo compliments with a beaming smile.

A smile that sends butterflies soaring in your tummy.

Too bad he's heading out in a few days for 2, otherwise- well, no use in going there.

The following day Coryo showed up with a bouquet of beautiful flowers bound by a lace ribbon. You knew that the florists cost a fortune in 12, so you didn't take his gift lightly. In fact, you gasp and take them from his outstretched hand while telling him, “Coryo, this must've cost you a large chunk of your pay. I-I don't know what to say.”

“Well, usually a thank you is enough, darling.” Coryo quips, the corners of his mouth turned up into a smirk.

Looking between the platinum peacekeeper and the bouquet of mixed flowers in your hand, you smile. “Thank you, Coryo.” Sniffing the fragrance of the flowers, you announce, “They're beautiful and smell lovely.”

“They're nothing compared to the roses my Grandma’am grows in her rooftop garden. I'd like to give you one once we're both back in the Capitol.”

“I don't think that'll be for a long while, Coryo.” You tell him, cradling your bouquet of flowers.

“The Matron told me that you just got off duty, perhaps I could escort you back to your bunk?” Coryo asks with impeccable manners and a charming smile.

“Oh, I'm not at the barracks. I live with my brother in an apartment in the officer's housing unit.” You inform him while leading the way out of the infirmary.

“Your brother's an officer?” Coryo asks, keeping in stride with your steps.

“Yep.” You pop your tongue.

“So, the military’s a family affair for the Halvirs then?” The platinum peacekeeper asked as the two of you continued to walk along the path that would eventually lead to the area of officer apartments.

“My brother's the one that wanted to be a peacekeeper like our father; I was tossed into the nursing core because I ranked 25th in our Academy class and my father was ashamed that I couldn't be a mentor.” You honestly tell the man by your side. You probably shouldn't, but something about him has you opening up. Something you just can't put your finger on.

“How did you rank 25th? You seem very intelligent to me.”

“I don't know and I really don't care, to be honest with you.”

A couple of days after walking you home Coriolanus is set to depart for 2. But he can't leave you. So, with his duffle slung over his shoulder, he tracks down your older brother. It wasn't hard, in fact he was directed to your brother's office right away.

“Officer Halvir, I want to talk to you about your sister, Y/N.” Coriolanus announced as soon as he walked into your brother's office.

“What about her, Snow?” Rein asks, sitting up straighter behind his desk. Don't ask him how he knows, but he's positive that whatever Coriolanus has to talk to him about concerning you’s going to end up with him pulling some strings. He just has a gut feeling that this talk isn't going to be simple.

No, not with the look of infatuation plastered on the platinum blonde's face.

But what your brother thinks is a look of infatuation on Coriolanus' face is actually much darker than that. In fact, the young man didn't have a simple crush on you, but was obsessed with you. Yes, Coriolanus has a deep, soul consuming obsession with you and in his delusional mind you're his girl. His sweet Capitolite girl that he must possess and protect.

Coriolanus stands up straighter as he bluntly tells your older brother, “I want to take her with me. She deserves more than this backwater district. She's too innocent for the likes of this shithole and you know it, Officer Halvir.”

Your brother's face is neutral, but his head is spinning. He agrees with the young man standing before him about you being too innocent, too sweet for life in 12. Some of the things he's seen and had to turn a blind eye to in the coal mining district makes him cringe. He can't imagine what some of those images will do to your disposition.

But your brother knew something that Coriolanus didn't. He was told by Commander Hoff, since the man knew that your father and General Snow were best friends back in the day, that Coriolanus was being sent back to the Capitol as a special request by Dr. Gaul, the Head of the War department herself. So, Rein knows that if Coriolanus takes you with him that he'll be taking you back to the Capitol.

Back home to safety.

“My sister's off today, but if you can convince her to go with you then I'll pull some strings with Hoff.” Your brother tells Coriolanus. Rein only wants what's best for you and in his opinion being in District 12 isn't what's best.

“Thank you, Officer Halvir.”. Coriolanus salutes your brother before taking off to get you.

You're sleeping in whenever a loud banging on your apartment door wakes you up. You groan and roll out of bed, only to slip on your slippers and put on your robe before dragging your groggy ass to the door. You hope that you're not being called in; having your day off revoked.

When you answer the door you're met with the sight of Coryo in his dress uniform, “Come to say goodbye?” You gather from the duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

“No.” He shakes his cap covered head. “I've come to take you with me.”

“What the hell? I can't just go with you.” Was the reaction you had to his answer. One that you thought was crazy.

“I talked to your brother; he agreed to pull some strings for us.”

Of course Rein told Coriolanus that. Your brother didn't want you in the Nursing Core let alone in 12. It put a damper on his lifestyle. With you living with him on base he couldn't spend all of his free time with that girl of his from the Seam. He also had to cut back on his drinking and how much he snuck off base to get plastered at the Hobb, the black market/bar his girl slings drinks at.

Shaking your head, you sigh, “I’m sorry, but I can't leave.”

“Darling, you'll have a much better life if you come with me. We'll be stationed at The Nut and I'm sure the med bay there'll be more than happy to have you on staff.” Coriolanus tells you, his baritone dripping with finesse and delicate craftiness. Bringing his hand up to cup your face, he asks, “Wouldn't you rather come with me and make your father proud that you've been promoted to a nicer district then being stuck here in this backwater shithole to rot and die- to wither up and grow old in?”

“Coriolanus-” You begin to protest only for him to press an unexpected kiss to your lips. A kiss that was hungry and passionate. His lips were eager as they glided over yours. And you, well, your body instantly responded to his kiss. Your lips move in sync with his, a tiny moan escaping your mouth as your hands fist his uniform jacket as an anchor.

You're breathless as he pulls away from the kiss. You've never been kissed like that. In fact, it has your head spinning.

“Please, my sweet girl, come with me.” Coriolanus begs between placing open mouth kisses along your jaw. He stops kissing you, only to press his forehead against yours. “You're my everything, Y/N. I've lost so much in my life, but I can't lose you. Not when I just found you.” His icy eyes looked so vulnerable, like a puppy dog's.

Those words play at your heartstrings. If only you knew that Coriolanus chose them carefully just for that reason; to manipulate you into saying yes. And the look in his eyes, oh that really gutted you too. Another ploy of the platinum blonde's; one you weren't aware of. The boy was quite the actor when it suits him and what he wants.

“Okay. I'll go with you.” You find yourself telling him before you can think better of it.

And in what feels like a whirlwind, Coriolanus is shoving your things into your travel bag while you're getting dressed in your formal Nursing Core uniform. And then he's dragging you down to the station (well, you're literally sprinting so you won't miss the train) to meet Commander Hoff for the send off.

But Commander Hoff tells the two of you that plans have changed that instead of going to 2 you're going home, to the Capitol. Coryo's being happy hearing that, but you're not sure if you're happy about returning to the Capitol. Your father wanted you to serve your country in the Nursing Core in the districts, so returning to the Capitol would surely upset him.

Coriolanus didn't even ask you how you felt about the news. He just kissed you and shoved you onto the train. If only you knew that his sweet manipulations just ball and chained you to him for the rest of your life. Your career as a nurse would never be; you'd be the socialite wife of the man that would become the most dark, cruel, tyrannical leader that the country's ever known.

Too bad he had to be your patient the day he got snake bit in the woods, huh?

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comfortingcatharsis · 2 years ago

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Hi, I haven't got a dedicated 'environmental whump' tag, but much of what I reblog is more along the lines of impersonal/injured in a fight whump without a specific 'whumper' and quite a bit is the circumstantial sort you might be looking for- my blog is thoroughly tagged, so trawling through likely-looking tags in my pinned post might net you something that fits the bill. I'll tag some to start with directly on here as well:

Anyone have good environmental whump blogs to follow? I adore whump with a whumper, and that’s what I primarily write, but I would love to branch out a little.

#animal attack #caught in trap #dehydration #exhausted #fall through ice #frostbite #heatstroke #huddling for warmth #hypothermia #near drowning #snakebit #structural collapse #wilderness first aid #fall from height #(thanks for the h/t ari!)

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r0s3m4ry-mp3 · 1 year ago

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Heh.. I was wondering if.. and you don't know me.. *I say, tucking my long black hair behind my ear* but... If you could.. could you make nina and clockwork headcanons that'd be greatly appreciated..heh..

A/n: HELP TGIS ASK IS SO OLD BUT I'M TRYING TO CLEAN OUT MY INBOX UNTIL I START DOING THE NEW STUFF😭😭😭 I KNOW ITS YOU REESE SMH

Nina + Clockwork Headcanons *ೃ༄

CLOCKWORK*ೃ༄

Her bangs and hair in general are very uneven and choppy. She randomly will cut her hair when she gets in episodes ( projecting tbh 💀)

Shes kinda tall, at least 5,8

Shes a little muscular in the arms

Shes unsure what what her sexuality is but she knows she likes girls

HAS A CRUSH ON NINA❗❗❗

Shes fr kicking her feet and giggling when she sees nina

And its a complete drastic turn from her usual cold persona

I have a feeling her personality is like Lisa Rowe from girl interrupted

Her and Toby did date at some point, around when he first became a proxy. They broke up because they realized they only saw eachother as friends, and it just wasn't working out. Idk they're friendly exes but not friends. If you place them in a room with each other, its gonna get awkward quick.

She has some acne on her shoulders, chest, and her chin

Shes has alot of band aids on her from just cuts and bruises from random missions

She wears flannels, tank tops, dirty worn converse, combat boots, worn and ripped jeans, and occasionally a band tee or something.

Has a couple pericings, one on the right side of her nose, and a septum. She got Nina to do it for her with some shitty amazon piercing kits. It's most likely infected.💀

NINA THE KILLER *ೃ༄

LITERALLY THE SCENE QUEEN OF THE CREEPYPASTAS❗❗

Shes average height, 5,4

Shes very upbeat and honestly exhausting to be around.

She has a loud natural voice and most of the creeps think shes annoying for it.

She's bisexual

She says she doesn't have a crush, but the way she looks at Clockwork says otherwise...🤭

Shes friends with Jane, Clockwork, Toby, and Dina, but she acts friendly with everyone

She has struggled with intense depression for most of her life. Her obsession with Jeff gave her a purpose in her eyes.

Shes not really obsessed with Jeff anymore. Around 17-21 she grew out of it. When she met Jeff for the first time, she acted like a crazy fangirl. Jeff eventually became her friend, and he pretty much used her because she'd do anything for him. He would practically treat her like a servant or something, for example: making her go to the local gas station to get him something. After her weird Jeff obsession, she stopped talking to his ass and finally is getting a little better.

Everytime one of the creeps has a party at their "house" (literally a abandoned warehouse or a abandoned house) shes always the one picking the music, and trying to convince people to come.

She will NEVER forget your birthday, she has everyones birthday wrote down somewhere. She will try to subtlety(not at all😓..) get you to tell her about things you like so she knows what to get you early on.

Shes a stereotypical hello kitty girl like she has blankets, to a fucking toaster with that mf on it😭

She also has a piercing. She has snakebites, dimples, and a nose bridge one. once again, its probably infected💀

#creepypasta #creepy pasta #crp #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta headcanons #clockwork x nina the killer #clockwork #nina the killer x clockwork #nina the killer #nina hopkins #natalie ouellette #jeff the killer #ticci toby #slender man #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x reader #jane the killer

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geode-crystal · 2 months ago

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Control

The boys are back baybeeee

A late submission to @snakebites-and-ink's Seven Songs of Suffering event (thanks for the tag!)

Day one: Control- Halsey

Characters: my Prince and Knight duo, Mianu and Darius

Content: Magic/fantasy whump, injury (but it's all very vaguely described so no gore or anything), uncertain fate for a nameless whumper, taking a hit/heroic sacrifice, andone very, very angry Prince who just so happens to have shadow magic lol

Lyrics inspo: “And all the kids cried out/‘Please, stop, you're scaring me’/ I can't help this awful energy/ Goddamn right, you should be scared of me”

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It wasn’t the first time that Mianu and Darius had found themselves caught in an ambush. Hell, Mianu had staged an ambush or two himself.

But these attackers were well-prepared.

A trio of swordsmen and a single sorcerer should have been easy enough to deal with. Together, Mianu and Darius had conquered far worse. And at first, it was almost easy. Mianu faced off against the sorcerer with his own magic. He effortlessly matched them spell for spell, raising an instant shield made of pure shadow whenever something happened to slip by. Not that anything slipped by often.

Darius, meanwhile, easily went toe-to-toe with the swordsmen. He’d once singlehandedly taken down an entire squadron of the same shadowy monsters that Mianu could now call to his aid. A few human warriors were no match for the knight.

Not when it came to swordplay.

It was such a simple misdirection. A trick Mianu might have used himself, not so long ago. A variation on a tactic he still used: never let your opponents see your every possible move. Don’t let them know what they’re up against until it’s too late.

One of the swordsmen had magic of their own. And spells flew faster and farther than any sword ever could.

Darius had no defense against an attack like that.

Especially not when the attack was aimed at Mianu.

Mianu felt it coming. His own magic was so heightened that the foreign spell clashed against it, sending an unnerving feeling down his spine. But he wasn’t fast enough. Wasn’t strong enough. He couldn’t defend against his own opponent and the curse that was flying right towards his back.

He turned just in time to see Darius leap in front of him. And to watch, wide-eyed in sheer horror, as Darius was blasted off of his feet.

The knight crashed to the ground several feet away. Dark magic coursed through him, surging around his sword arm, blazing like fire.

He didn’t get up. He didn’t move.

“No…” Mianu choked out. “NO!”

Mianu knew that pain all too well. Darius should never suffer like that. He was too good. Too kind. He didn’t deserve that. Not the way Mianu did.

That might have been why Mianu snapped.

Even now, even in the heat of battle, Mianu had wanted to hold his own power back. He knew how much damage his shadows could do.

That didn’t matter anymore.

There was a howl, the sound of wind and wolves all in one. Mianu’s power burst free. A monstrous shape leapt from his fingers, bowling over the sorcerer who had dared to hurt Darius.

And that was only the beginning. More shadow beasts swarmed into the alleyway. They simply appeared, formed by the darkness around them and Mianu’s own energy. They prowled towards the remaining attackers, a pack of bristling, ink-black wolves. The burning red eyes of the beastly shades provided the only color in the small space. The glow flickered over the faces of the attackers, painting them crimson.

Mianu was the eye of a storm of shadows. His own eyes glowed as his own power threatened rip right through him. And he was very close to letting it. Everything he had was poured into his magic. His pain. His desperation. His sheer, unbridled fury.

His power was completely out of his control.

And for the first time in his life, he didn’t care.

The howling of a hundred hideous creatures echoed around him. He fixed his attackers with a glare sharper than any dagger, nearly strong enough on its own to cause them to drop.

All three of the warriors who still stood warily stepped back. Swords were raised. Spells were prepared. But none of them dared to make the first move. Their eyes were clouded with fear. Their forms trembled at the sight of Mianu’s pure hatred.

A savage sort of triumph found its way into Mianu’s heart.

They were terrified. Good. They deserved it after what they had done.

The power of his magic made his voice as deep and threatening as any of the snarls of his shadowy summons as he growled out one single word.

“Run.”

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(tagging @tildeathiwillwrite and @whumperofworlds because they said they liked the boys and wanted to read more of them lol. Thank you both for your support!!)

#whump #whump writing #fantasy whump #magic whump #protective caretaker #taking a hit #oc whump #oc prince mianu #oc darius the knight #knight whumpee #prince caretaker #collapse #injury #let me know if i need to tag anything else #what is the tag for magic just bursting out of control lol #my writing

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mariacallous · 2 months ago

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Enormous floods have once again engulfed much of South Sudan, as record water levels in Lake Victoria flow downstream through the Nile. More than 700,000 people have been affected. Hundreds of thousands of people there were already forced from their homes by huge floods a few years ago and were yet to return before this new threat emerged.

Now, there are concerns that these displaced communities may never be able to return to their lands. While weather extremes regularly displace whole communities in other parts of the world, this could be the first permanent mass displacement due to climate change.

In the Sudd region of South Sudan, the Nile passes through a vast network of smaller rivers, swamps, and floodplains. It’s one of the world’s largest wetlands. Flood levels vary significantly from year to year, mostly caused by fluctuations in water levels in Lake Victoria and controlled releases from the dam in Uganda where the lake empties into the Nile.

The Sudd’s unique geography means that floods there are very different than elsewhere. Most floodwater cannot freely drain back into the main channel of the White Nile, and water struggles to infiltrate the floodplain’s clay and silt soil. This means flooding persists for a long time, often only receding as the water evaporates.

People Can No Longer Cope

The communities who live in the Sudd, including the Dinka, Nuer, Anyuak, and Shilluk, are well adapted to the usual ebb and flow of seasonal flooding. Herders move their cattle to higher ground as flood waters rise, while earthen walls made of compressed mud protect houses and infrastructure. During the flooding season, fishing sustains local communities. When floods subside, crops like groundnuts, okra, pumpkins, sorghum, and other vegetables are planted.

However, the record water levels and long duration of recent flooding have stretched these indigenous coping mechanisms. The protracted state of conflict in the country has further reduced their ability to cope. Community elders who spoke to our colleagues at the medical humanitarian aid charity Médecins Sans Frontières said that fear of conflict and violence inhibited them from moving to regions of safe ground they had found during a period of major flooding in the early 1960s.

Around 2.6 million people were displaced in South Sudan between 2020 and 2022 alone, a result of both conflict and violence (1 million) and flooding (1.5 million). In practice, the two are interlinked, as flooding has caused displaced herders to come into conflict with resident farmers over land.

Stagnant floodwater also leads to a rise in water-borne infections like cholera and hepatitis E, snakebites, and vector-borne diseases like malaria. As people become malnourished, these diseases become more dangerous. Malnutrition is already a big problem, especially for the 800,000 or so people who have fled into South Sudan from Sudan following the start of a separate conflict there in April 2023.

Many people are housed in internal displacement camps like at Bentiu, where close to 100,000 people reside. Bentiu is now an island in the floodwaters, protected by embankments that require continued maintenance. As such there are concerns about the long-term future and sustainability of the camp.

The new record levels in Lake Victoria this May raised the alarm over potential unprecedented flooding in the country this year. The two and a half months it takes for floodwaters to make their way downstream to South Sudan provides an early-warning system for communities and humanitarian agencies to prepare. However, forecast models are not able to accurately predict if the embankments at camps like Bentiu will hold.

Will People Ever Return?

Evacuating the camp may be inevitable, some say, because floods seem to be getting worse, likely linked to deforestation and anthropogenic climate change. However, while there is a clear upward trend to lake levels across East Africa, including Lake Victoria, this could also be due to the way water and land is being managed, as well as changes to precipitation.

Though there have been increases in the rainfall during the region’s short rains in October, November, and December, that’s balanced out by decreases in the rainfall season between March and May.

However, climate models indicate increases in precipitation in the catchment, as well as more frequent positive phases of the Indian Ocean Dipole (a weather phenomenon similar to El Niño in the Pacific), which caused the record rainfall in 2020 and 2023. With floods taking a long time to recede, even small increases in the frequency of these positive dipole phases, and small increases in rainfall, could lead to the Sudd wetlands growing—permanently.

Decisionmakers in a country affected by conflict are used to uncertain futures, but they will also need to consider a scenario in which an irreversible expansion of the Sudd wetlands could make the displacement permanent. Where these communities could be relocated is another question entirely.

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recoiloperated · 7 months ago

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What do you mean by "apply directly to the forehead" on that picture of a gun?

Yeah, that might have been a little nebulous.

So- you live in a world that has dangers. Natural and man made. Some of them are incidental, car crashes, allergic reactions, sickness, natural disasters. They just happen.

Some are intentional, road rage, an animal attacking you/snakebite, assault, rape, murder.

And whenever it really comes down to it, You only have one choice about all this: are you going to take an active part in ensuring your safety? Or are you going to rely on the Goodwill of others?

You're going to encounter a lot more incidental threats in your life than intentional threats, So you need to put a little bit of preparation in for those. Have some spare food, have a way of cooking that food if you have no electricity. Have a way to filter water, ideally, store a couple flats of canned water- specifically canned. Bottled water goes bad faster.

And for the love of All things good and holy- take some first aid courses and build out a decent first aid kit.

But also, some problems are intentional- And you can't always run. In that case, your choice is either do violence, or have violence done against you. And while you have a predator brain that says to use as little energy as possible in the hunt- in those situations you are not the predator, you are the prey. And you should fight like it. So you don't mess around with toys, You don't use your kitty cat keychain knuckles, the little $25 Pink camouflage stun gun your daddy bought you from the army surplus when You were 17, or a keychain can of pepper spray that probably expired 12 years ago.

You pull out your gun, and you Punch holes in the threat until the threat isn't.

All of those other things do have their uses. They are warning colors for the predators. But you need to have the ability to apply overwhelming violence to that which is threatening you. You need to remind the predator that the most dangerous animal in Africa eats grass.

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maideninorange · 1 year ago

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FumiIyo Throat Kiss Pls

(Okay, this one got a little spicy to be honest. Nothing like actually sexual, but it's suggestive enough for me to give this an M rating, so I'm putting it under a read more. So beware of a biting kink, and godawful ways of treating a snakebite wound.)

"Iyozane!!!"

It was very, very sudden. One moment, they were wobbling, about to fall over, with Fumikado watching them with a look of honest to the gods fear in their eyes. The next, Iyozane was in their arms, Fumikado's lips on neck.

"Ugh..." Iyozane groans weakly. Fumikado grips their wrists, giving them a gentle squeeze as they both sink to the forest floor.

They lap at their throat, pressing gentle kisses into it. Iyozane trembles, not quite just from weakness, as Fumikado's sharp fangs prick their skin, right where the initial bite is. In fact, it made their body feel quite hot. They brush it off as being caused by the venom.

"Alright, I'm gonna try to suck the venom out with my magic. And it's probably gonna hurt. Ya ready?"

Iyozane nods, craning their neck. And then, Fumikado's teeth sink into their throat.

They gasp. It hurts it hurts...But also, weirdly pleasant in its own way. Not at all like when that snake had sank their fangs right there. That had just hurt and hurt and hurt-

Then, their vision begins to steady, colors coherent instead of blending together. Strength travels from their fingertips up throughout their body. Having had their wrists freed at some point, Iyozane reaches around to cup the back of Fumikado's head, leaning deeper and deeper into the odd pleasure.

"Mm..."

How funny, Iyozane finds themself thinking between pants. In most of the stories about youkai Kunimitsu used to tell, this would be it. The youkai either drains you of your blood or tears your throat out. The end.

But Fumikado was no ordinary youkai. Fumikado was brave, strong, and oh so very gentle. It was hard not to lean into it, letting them kiss and suck at their throat like this.

And just like that, it was over. Fumikado pulls away from their neck, face beet red. Blood dribbles down their chin as they smile awkwardly.

"So I...Take it that it worked?"

Iyozane looks down at themself. Blood stained their kimono, streaming down from their throat. It was theirs. And yet, knowing this brought a similar awkward grin to their face as they let out a light laugh.

"Thank you. You saved me..." They weren't sure what else to say.

Fumikado bites their lower lip, their eyes crinkling with a need they won't communicate. Iyozane raises a hand to stroke their hair back, leaning forward...

"Oi! Did ya think I couldn't see ya?!"

Both Iyozane and Fumikado look over. Tsugumi had returned, first aid kit in tow. Their eyes were wide, and their pointy ears twitching like mad. No doubt their face would be bright red if it could actually do that, and certainly not for the same reason Fumikado's currently is...

"Hah!" Fumikado points at Tsugumi, cackling, "And you said sucking the venom out wouldn't work! See, Iyozane is as good as new!"

Iyozane never gets a chance to say anything. By the time they open their mouth, Tsugumi has turned away, grumbling to themself.

"Why do I even work for you two morons anyway...?"

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walkawaytall · 1 year ago

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Fic anon here! No worries about publishing (or not, ofc). I was in another fandom that involved a lot of very meta+crack minifics shared on anon purely for silly purposes and while we don't do that so much in this corner of the SW fandom, the inspiration just like hit re: your name

While I'm jabbering in your inbox, for your fanfic write asks: 5! 7!

Oh, good, I'm glad I didn't commit a faux pas :). Thank you!

Onward to answers:

5. Is there a tiny detail in one of your fics that you feel goes tragically unnoticed?

This is really just an inside joke with myself (I mean, I did make a Tumblr post about it, but I haven't drawn attention to it on the sites where I post, and no one has mentioned that they noticed), but there's this half-heard argument about something Luke dubs "The Snakebite Incident" in Speak Louder and...okay the thing is, at the time that I wrote Speak Louder, I had written The Short Stick, posted it, and then taken it down a couple of hours later because I was self-conscious about it for some reason, and I had plans to totally overhaul The Short Stick or whatever. I needed something mind-numbingly stupid for Han and Leia to argue about, and The Snakebite Incident argument was in The Short Stick. So, I stole the short bit of dialogue from my own story, dumped it in Speak Louder as this argument that Luke is tired of hearing because they're both unreliable narrators, so he never gets the full story, and every time the situation gets brought up, they fight about it, and everyone is over hearing the same argument.

And then, months later, I reread The Short Stick after letting it chill for awhile and I don't hate it. I'm not self-conscious about it any more. But, crap, I gutted that one argument for a different story, now I have to come up with something equally stupid for them to argue about, right?

Or. Instead...they can have the same argument, almost word-for-word with a few variations. Because the entire point of this argument is that everyone around them only gets some of the details, no one has 100% of the story except Han and Leia themselves, and they keep having it to the annoyance of anyone within hearing distance. (Though, Han does learn a grammatical lesson between Speak Louder and The Short Stick and corrects himself before Leia can get to it the second time around.) So, yeah, I'm probably going to keep including it in things if it fits and doesn't become excessive because I find it funny.

7. Share a line or paragraph you’ve written that you don’t think will ever actually be posted in anything! (Or, if you don’t hoard cut sentences and passages like I do, share anything you want that has yet to see the light of day!)

Here, I'll share the start of a story that I'm pretty sure started with, "Let's do a bottle-episode-style story!" (I think I've started three different stories with this concept and a proper bottle episode has never emerged from these attempts) and not much in way of plot or purpose. I'm not going to resurrect this. It's never going anywhere because it had nowhere to go in the first place, but it's a moment, I guess:

Leia was going to lose her mind or murder Han Solo — though she supposed the two actions weren’t mutually exclusive. They were supposed to meet with the leaders of a small cell of rebels who’d been fighting their own battles against the Empire unaided on Mimban. Leia’s goal was to offer aid in exchange for the group officially joining the Alliance. The entire trip was supposed to be short — land, meet, negotiate whatever terms needed negotiating, leave — but when they arrived in the small, dingy, building where they were supposed to meet their contacts, they were told they needed to wait.

It had been half an hour. Half an hour spent sitting in a small, poorly lit room where the temperature seemed to vary wildly by the minute with only Han for company, and Han was beginning to get antsy. Leia fully understood the struggles of sitting still, of waiting. She’d never been particularly good at it, and had developed several subtle ways over the years to move and fidget without others catching on. She knew the feeling of a spring in her torso coiling ever tighter until she finally had to move. She also knew that Han’s restlessness was excessive in a way that almost seemed calculated.

First had been the leg switching. He’d initially sat with the ankle of one leg crossed over the knee of the other. A few minutes in, he’d switched legs. Leia herself had shifted her weight at least once in that time and, had she not been looking directly at Han at the time, she likely wouldn’t have noticed. Except he kept doing it every minute or so, with the frequency eventually increasing to every twenty seconds.

Every twenty seconds. On the dot. Leia counted.

She sighed, all but shivering as the temperature in the corridor they waited in dropped for the third time. “Shouldn’t have to wait much longer,” she said, a hint of apology in her tone.

Han shrugged. “I got nowhere to be.” He shifted his legs again.

Leia studied him for a moment. “You can go outside for a bit if you want. See the sights.”

He looked at her incredulously. “I’ve seen these sights, Princess. Trust me, I’m good.”

She pursed her lips. “Okay, well, I’m going to need you to stop moving your legs every five seconds because I’m about to lose my mind.”

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catchtraining · 3 months ago

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FIRST AID – Myths, Facts, and Trivia!

Many thousands of people die every year in situations where, had the right First Aid been given, they’d have potentially survived. This includes people who die from heart attacks, choking, and asphyxiation due to a blocked airway.

First Aid is the immediate but short-term response provided by a bystander in a medical emergency. It is applied to manage an illness emergency or injury until professional medical assistance arrives. There are plenty of misconceptions when it comes to First Aid, many the result of Old Wives’ Tales – but knowledge is power!

Here we will bust some myths, present the facts, and provide some interesting trivia about First Aid!

First Aid Myths & Facts, & Trivia!

Myth: Apply butter to a burn. Fact: NO! The grease in butter will not help heal a burn. Severe burns warrant urgent medical attention. Simple burns should be run under cold water and then loosely covered with a light cotton cloth. Burn cream may be beneficial. If a burn blisters, medical advice (GP, pharmacist) is required.

Myth: Suck or squeeze venom from snakebites Fact: NO! Most snakebites (and life-threatening spider bites) in Australia result in venom spread via the lymphatic system, not the bloodstream. Attempting to suck the venom from the bite will only potentially spread it further and faster – and also into the mouth. Snakebite (and Funnel Web and Mouse Spider bite) First Aid involves immobilisation and applying a pressure bandage over the bite site and down and up the affected limb. Never use a tourniquet for a bite.

Myth: Induce vomiting if a poison has been ingested. Fact: NO! Certain poisons are caustic and can cause more damage if vomiting occurs. Most poisons have First Aid instructions on their packaging. Follow these and call 000 (in Australia).

Myth: Put a heat pack on sprains. Fact: NO! While it may feel like warmth will alleviate the pain of a sprain, this will potentially cause the inflammatory response to ramp up and swelling to worsen. Instead, apply a cold/ice pack and seek medical attention to ensure the area is not fractured.

Myth: Tilt the head back for a nosebleed. Fact: NO! Doing this can result in swallowing blood, which will only make the person nauseous and likely to vomit. Instead, keep the head level or slightly forward and pinch the tip just under the bridge, using a cloth to absorb the bleeding.

Myth: Put the head between the legs to prevent fainting. Fact: NO! This may result in them falling forward and lead to injury. They should instead lie down with the legs raised above the level of the head.

Myth: Give a shot of alcohol to someone in shock or with hypothermia (extremely cold). Fact: NO! This only dilates the blood vessels, resulting in further loss of body heat. It can also impinge upon coordination, consciousness, and judgement. Rather, you should remove wet/damp clothing, prevent loss of heat by warming the patient, and add layers of clothing or blankets.

Myth: Put a cold steak on a black eye. Fact: No! This is a recipe for infection, as the meat could introduce bacteria into any broken skin. What “works” with this old remedy is the cold – so use a cold/ice pack or a packet of frozen peas to help reduce swelling and inflammation.

More Facts & Trivia

The most common injuries requiring First Aid are generally (but not always) minor, and include cuts and scrapes, burns, insect bites and stings, splinters, sunburn, nosebleeds, sprains and strains, and fractures (broken bones).

For most spider bites in Australia – but NOT Funnel Web and Mouse spider bites, which require pressure bandaging, immobilisation, and calling 000 – including Redback spider bites, wash the bitten area with soap and water then apply a cold/ice pack for at least 15 minutes. (If you’re unsure what type of spider caused a bite, treat it as if it is a Funnel Web).

Knowing how to open an airway can save a life – a blocked airway can kill in just three to four minutes.

Did You Know? CPR has been used since 1740 – that’s almost 300 years – but most people still don’t know how to perform it confidently; many don’t know how to do it at all.

First Aid Courses at Catch Training

First Aid Saves Lives!

You too can learn these essential life skills with top-quality First Aid Training at Sydney-based RTO Catch Training. With training centres conveniently located in the Hills District, Blacktown, St Mary’s, Campbelltown, Homebush, and Liverpool.

We offer several First Aid Courses in Sydney (and some of these can be bundled):

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