#impaled foot

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Sequel to this!

Content Warnings: tiny whump, faerie whump, broken bones, foot injury, blood, passing out, failed escape attempt, rescue that is seen as captivity by whumpee

Author's Notes: folks seemed to like the first one!

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Shae is smart. He spends several days lying low, biding his time, allowing the human to feed and care for him. The man continues to be gentle, able to handle Shae incredibly carefully despite the size of his hands. He talks to Shae, but the faerie rarely answers.

After initially patching him up, the human moved him to a shoebox which he padded with flannel shirts into a makeshift bed. He leaves food and water by the bed so it's there even when he's out in his shed working, or in town shopping. If he is concerned about Shae escaping, it doesn't show. More likely, though, he doesn't think the faerie capable of it.

For the first few days he would be right. But as the faerie's shoulder starts to heal, and as he gains strength from food and rest, he spends more time up on his feet, wandering the table - when the human is away, of course. When the human is here, Shae lies in the shoebox and feigns being weaker than he is so the man will continue to underestimate him.

Finally the day comes when Shae decides to make his move. He almost reconsiders. His shoulder is still healing, and hurts quite a bit, and he hesitant to leave behind a steady source of food, care, and a warm home during the cold months, he doesn't know what the human has planned for him. For all Shae knows, he could be getting him healthy enough to be worth selling.

The dining room table is in the middle of the room, which provides some obstacles as far as getting down. Then, on one of his wanders, he notices a yardstick leaning against the table's edge, the other end of it on the ground. That is how he gets down - carefully straddling it and sliding to the floor. It works perfectly, and Shae is pleased with himself.

Now there is the matter of getting out. The easiest thing to do will be to wait by the front door and make a run for it when the human gets home. But since it will be some time before then, he decides to explore a little. He explores so long that he grows tired. He needs to lie down...even just for a few minutes...

Shae finds a spot beneath the living room couch, where warm air drifts in from a nearby vent. He settles on the rug, which is not nearly as comfortable as his shoebox bed, but it'll do. Just for a bit, he tells himself. He has plenty of time until the human returns home.

But Shae dozes off, and stays that way for hours. His still-healing body needs this, badly. But when he wakes and emerges from beneath the couch, he can tell from the light through the window that it is late in the day, and the human will be home soon.

Panicked, Shae starts to run back towards the front of the house...or, he thinks he is. It's all so big and new, and Shae is groggy, and his shoulder is aching. He can't seem to find his way back, at least, not in time. Outside, gravel crunches beneath the human's car pulling in. Shae's run slows to a stagger. As footsteps approach the front door and keys jingle, Shae follows the sound, though he knows he can't make it in time.

He turns the corner into the front entranceway just as the door opens. Shae takes a hard turn, hurrying into a dark room that he hasn't been in yet and staying close to the wall so that if the man turns the light on, he won't be out in the open. He starts to run again, grateful for the carpeted ground to muffle his footsteps.

Like a bolt of lightning, sudden and bright, pain shoots up Shae's foot. He throws his hands over his mouth to muffle a scream as his legs give out and he crumples to the ground. His body spasms from the pain, wave after wave of it radiating from his tiny foot, though in the darkness he can't make out why. All he can think as tears soak his face is, why me?

It takes a long time to regain his breath and his senses. When he feels like he can move again, Shae shifts around, careful not to jostle his unseen injury. He feels down his ankle and over his foot, shuddering when his fingers touch blood. Taking a deep breath, he continues until he finds the source of the blood and pain - a carpet tack that has skewered clear through the bottom of his foot.

Shae thinks he might be sick. He feels so stupid, for falling asleep, for even trying to escape at all. Falling jostled his shoulder and it throbs fiercely, so much worse than before, and now his foot...he breaks down crying again, and cries until he is completely spent, though he doesn't fall asleep. He knows exactly what he has to do now, and it terrifies him.

He tries to control his breathing as he starts to ease his foot off of the sharp metal tack. As soon as he moves it the pain swells anew. Shae cries out, grips his hair, trembles, but doesn't stop until he pulls his foot free with a ragged gasp. He scrambles to remove his shirt and tie it around his foot and ankle before he can lose any more blood. Panting, Shae flops back down and gives himself a moment to breathe.

Unlike before, though, he doesn't allow himself to be lulled into sleep. He has no choice now but to allow the human to find him and hope that he will care for him. There is the chance the man will decide he's too damaged to keep...and then what, Shae is afraid to even consider. The faerie forces himself to his feet, putting most of his weight on his uninjured one. Holding his broken shoulder, Shae limps forward, out into the center of the dark room, towards the light of the hallway. Blood seeps through his makeshift bandage, leaving a trail of spots on the carpet behind him. Shae whimpers with each painful step. He knows he won't last long, but he has to try.

By now the human has realized he's missing. Shae can hear him moving about the house, searching. Search in here, he silently pleads. And then, like magic, the man appears in the doorway, his silhouette blocking out the light from the hall.

"Did you come in here?" the man says aloud to himself. He does that a lot, Shae has noticed. The light flicks on and Shae gasps and shields his eyes.

It only takes a few steps into the room for the human to spot the red trail snaking along the carpeted floor, uneven from Shae's stumbling steps. His eyes follow it until they land on the faerie. "Oh no," the man mutters, and Shae can't help but take it as another sign he will be discarded.

The man kneels on the floor and leans forward, placing his hand out palm up a few inches away. "C'mere...I'm not going to hurt you..."

There is no other way. Shae goes to him, swaying on his feet, barely standing. As soon as his toes bump up against the man's fingertips, his eyes roll back and he collapses onto the human's open hand, out cold.

[mamawasatesttube]

we have got to get kon impaled in 7 different places again. as enrichment

[eldrtchmn]

Anyone got the ER collector's edition Messmer figure? I got one from second hand but it looks suspiciously a 3d print and not the real one :(

If you can send me photos of it I can compare but I'll share mine here...

Comparison with the original (I got photos from a friend of their figure)

The most telling thing is that there is no logo on the bottom...

[yoghurt-bimbo]

anyone else with adhd has countless nicks and gashes all over their body bc theyre clumsy af

[wienerlicious]

my friends came over and helped do some of my most daunting cleaning & organising tasks and i only got mildly maimed!!!!!

[dramas-vs-novels]

I know other people have said this

But for the record, I would die on these stairs inside 20 minutes of being in the building.

[dark-elf-writes]

WAIT SHUT UP WAIT SHUT UP WAIT SHUT UP WAIT SHUT UP WAIT

[spockvarietyhour]

getting the piece of glass out of his foot has been the most harrowing cinematic experience i've had in a while.

[redraspberryleaf]

I live in the prairies and here when we have switchbacks they actually often turn them sideways because we are all so fucking stoked to have hills we go back and forth straight up and down them.

hiking trails on the west coast: Begin climbing on a soft earthen trail through beautiful douglas fir-western hemlock forest for 2.5 miles along a series of switchbacks, then break from the tree cover for 1 mile of straight even trail through a stunning wildflower meadow just below the ridgeline, after which the trail makes a sharp right and continues to the summit with a further 2 miles of switchbacks. Enjoy beautiful views of the nearest dormant stratovolcano and also at least two waterfalls and a crystal-clear alpine lake along the way. Round trip: 11 miles, 3,000ft elevation gain. Difficulty: moderate :)

hiking trails on the east coast: Go 1.5 miles up. Yes, straight up. Switchbacks? What are you, a baby? Are you a little child? Fuck you. Go up. [Seasonal note: first half of trail is a running stream during mud season and a multipitch ice climbing route during winter.] Round trip: 3 miles, 1,200ft elevation gain. Difficulty: jesus christ

[avilionea]

PROMPTS FOR PATCHING UP WOUNDS

@eaglestcr ASKED: i'm good at this, you know. patching up wounds (ARAGORN)

"And rather eager, I see." She says perhaps a bit to sarcastically. Her bare foot and leg are resting on his lap as she carefully watched exactly what he was going to do. She'd stepped on a discarded shard of glass, unseen in the water. it had gone clear through her foot.

Still, she only thinks that his hands are gentle, and her anticipation at what he was going to do regarding the shard only let her usual snark and bent brow soften, leaving behind her veil of cynicism.

She wasn't used to this kind of treatment, she was taken aback was all.

[bitegore]

damn.. the thing i was feeling a little squeamish about last night seems to have lost all its charge between then and now. how is it this hard to find one thing that sets me unsettled. Life is so cruel and hard also...

[neverendingford]

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[baasthasthezoomies]

To those who’ve struggled with self-harm:

I have a friend who, when people ask about her scars, says “weed whacker incident of ‘03” and if they keep at it, “I can’t say anything else I signed an NDA”.

Feel free to spread the lore if you get questioned invasively.

Put in the tags how many scars you have and how you got them

[thelingering]

y'know, i never realised how hard it is to sneak around in sandals at midnight until now

[ivory--raven]

i cut the way my father taught me before I could do it on my own: smooth and clean with steady pressure for a nice even line.

[coralines-cousin]

i don't think i could do it. what else would i use to dispose of bodies? my dog?