#mid facial fracture

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knife’s edge // gojo satoru

tw ⇢ teacher-student relationship, implied age gap, dub-con, punishment and reward system, power play, dom/sub relationship, blowjob, fingering, begging, hair pulling, degradation, mentions of violence and injuries, spanking, facial, belt whipping, praise kink, face fucking

wc ⇢ 6.7k

a/n: i am not happy with this one at all

The inky blackness of night cloaked the abandoned factory district in deep shadow, the dim glow of the waxing moon filtering through shattered panes of grimy glass offering little illumination. Your ragged breaths echoed sharply in the cavernous silence, each rapid footfall sending plumes of dust and grit swirling into the still air in your wake.

You risked a frantic glance over your shoulder, heart hammering a staccato rhythm against your ribcage. The curse's formless shape undulated through the gloom behind you with horrific, boneless grace—an amorphous mass of writhing miasma capped with wicked curved appendages that scraped in screeching arcs against the cracked concrete hallway with each slithering surge forward. Jagged claws of solidified cursed energy aimed to ensnare, tear, and rend any flesh within reach.

A fleeting memory sliced through your mind's frenzied whirl — Gojo's voice carrying that unmistakable lilt of teasing amusement as he'd drawled something about being on your "best behavior" during this training exercise. His smug confidence had rankled you at the time, fueling your burning desire to prove yourself more than a bumbling student constantly needing rescue from their mentor.

But now, harsh reality crashed through those foolish delusions in waves of cold, jagged terror. You were hopelessly outmatched and ill-prepared for confronting this particular curse born of manifested nightmares. Its presence alone incited paralytic dread laced with a phantom ache of crushing loneliness echoing from some primal depth. Heedless of the stunted whimpers tumbling from your trembling lips, it closed in with relentless, inexorable hunger.

You redoubled your pace, lower legs shrieking with the exertion of maintaining your panicked sprint. Up ahead, the hallway fractured off into a labyrinth of shadowed corridors and forsaken antechambers. Fighting the icy lances of panic penetrating your frantic thoughts, you arbitrarily flung yourself down the second passageway on the left, restraining a scream as the curse's barbed tendrils whipped around the corner in pursuit.

How had you allowed yourself to be lured so far from the staging area where Gojo awaited your safe return? Stupid, stupid overconfidence. Surely he would berate your rashness before grudgingly coming to your aid...if you survived this ordeal long enough to earn his scorn. You swallowed back a hiccuping sob at that grim prospect, legs pumping harder in sheer desperation.

When the next turn presented itself, you instinctively banked hard to the right, hurtling through the decrepit doorway of what appeared to be some kind of dilapidated manager's office. Dim moonlight filtered through the filth-streaked windows, casting the skeletal shapes of rusted desks and chairs in stark silhouette across the debris-littered floor.

You twisted in mid-sprint, fruitlessly hurling the few feeble cursed tools you'd had on your person towards the curse as it rapidly filled the doorway. Their meager defenses ricocheted off a shimmering barrier the curse erected with mocking ease. Your breath sawed from your lungs in panicked bursts as those razor-tipped appendages sliced through the space you'd just occupied, sending shreds of plaster and splintered wood exploding in all directions.

There was nowhere left to run. In blind panic, you scrambled backwards on your hands and feet as the curse's oozing grotesquerie filled the open doorframe, blocking any hope of escape.

Suddenly, something sharp and unyielding sliced into the meat of your palm, causing you to cry out in pained surprise. You looked down to see the jagged remains of some kind of metal pole or rebar protruding from the crumbling floorboards—the very shrapnel strewn across the office that your desperate retreat had led you straight into.

The unforgiving shard of rebar punched clean through the soft center of your hand in a blossoming spiral of agony and blood. Your scream hitched in your constricted throat as scorching lances of whitehot pain lanced up your arm. Tears blurred your vision, leaving the curse's steadily encroaching form obscured and wavering in your sight.

The twisted groaning of stressed metal snapped your gaze downward just as the compromised floor buckled beneath your weight, splitting like a crumpled Jenga tower along the lines of its pre-existing fractures. The gore-slicked rebar came suddenly free from its entrapment with a meaty slurping sound, pitching you backwards as your already precarious perch vanished from beneath you.

You plummeted in a dizzying freefall, the decrepit office warping and careening away above you in smears of grey and brown and black. Instinctively you flung out your arms, mouth gaping in a soundless scream as you plunged downwards into the bottomless unknown of the abandoned factory's shadowed depths.

Time itself seemed to unravel into surreal slow-motion as your trajectory carried you into the diffuse path of moonlight slanting through a shattered window high above. Silver-edged debris tumbled alongside you—jagged splinters of wood and twisted scraps of metal glinting like macabre confetti amid the freeze-framed droplets of your blood blossoming in faint crimson blurs.

Then, with a violent percussion of displaced air, something rocketed into you from the side—a solid, immense force that knocked what little breath remained from your lungs in a strangled wheeze. Powerful arms like bands of steel locked around your torso, violently arresting your plummet as your failed to process what was happening.

Head spinning, vertigo graying the edges of your vision, you dimly became aware of the world blurring past in streaks of shadow and dim light as you swung in an upward arc, abruptly changing trajectories with dizzying velocity. The whiplash intense enough to make you cry out hoarsely as cold panic lanced through you anew.

Just as abruptly, the disorienting rush of movement slammed to a boneshaking halt, your body folding in on itself with the force of the deceleration. You found yourself crushed against a solid plane of warmth and wiry muscle, every nerve ending screaming in protest as your savior's bruising embrace constricted tighter around your ribcage. The guttural growl rumbling through the steel-banded arms holding you immobile reverberated straight into your rattled bones.

"Dammit, girl—you make trouble follow you around like a hellhound on a scent trail, don't you?"

The familiar, sardonic drawl finally pierced the roaring in your ears. Gojo's distinctive smokey timbre ignited a fresh surge of tremors— though born of relief rather than mortal terror this time. You sagged bonelessly against his chest, quaking with reaction as the abyss you'd narrowly avoided plunging into slowly reasserted itself in your reeling awareness.

Gojo simply held you pinned flush against him, stance braced with preternatural solidity despite the physical feat of force he'd just exerted. With your face pressed into the juncture of his shoulder and neck, his unique scent of sandalwood and citrus enveloped you in a cloak of reassurance. You clung to that steadying anchor desperately as you struggled to rein in your haywire senses.

He seemed content to allow you that reprieve, not bothering to immediately extricate himself as the pounding of both your thunderous heartbeats gradually subsided to a more measured cadence. At last, when you'd stopped trembling quite so violently, Gojo shifted infinitesimally—just enough to catch your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your face up towards his.

"Y'know, when I said to be on your best behavior, I didn't mean to go seeking out new and perilous ways to get yourself killed on my watch, bad girl."

Gojo's voice still maintained that undercurrent of sardonic cool, but you detected the faintest hints of...something else bleeding through. An edge of anxious relief perhaps, buried beneath the outward mask of nonchalant irreverence he always wore. His thumb traced the curve of your jaw with maddening tenderness at odds with his tart rebuke, sending your pulse into a frenzied gallop once more.

"Gojo-sensei, I-I'm so sorry," you stammered, scarcely daring to draw breath too deeply in his embrace for fear of surrendering to the urge to bury your face against his neck and simply exist in that space for a thousand reassuring moments. "I got overconfident and careless and put myself in danger by wandering off. You were right, as usual, and I—"

He cut off your self-flagellating apology with a gruff tsk, index finger pressing firmly against your parted lips. "Hush now. I can already see those pretty eyes filling with crocodile tears that will make me go all soft and stupid again."

The sardonic smirk he flashed you ignited a spark of bristling indignance in your chest—but it was a welcome reprieve from the icy terror currently waning through your system. Gojo's gaze roved downwards, searing gaze flickering over you in a blatant sweep from head to toe. Whatever he saw in his obscenely casual inspection made his jawline tense perceptibly.

"Looks like our little curse didn't take too kindly to you wandering off the beaten path either," he remarked, deceptively mild drawl betrayed by the subtle edge of strain hardening the words.

You followed the weighted path of his hawkish regard to where the tattered remnants of your uniform clung in bloodied tatters, entire swaths torn away to reveal expanses of gashed and rapidly-purpling flesh glistening with crimson. A vivid flush bloomed across your cheeks as you hastily sought to cover yourself, hissing as the incidental movement tugged at your lacerated skin.

Gojo clucked his tongue again, more chidingly this time. "Easy there, slugger. Let's not go scrambling around until we get those battle scars properly dressed."

Before you could protest, Gojo was moving again - shifting his grip to cradle you securely against his chest with one arm while his free hand extended outward, palm glowing with an ethereal purple luminescence.

One disorienting transition of vertigo later and the ruined factory surroundings had been replaced by a cozily appointed interior.

The incongruously homey space you now found yourself in appeared to be some kind of living quarters - though imbued with distinctly more luxury and refined appointments than the standard student dormitories would allow.

Rich hardwood floors were covered in plush area rugs of deep crimson. The walls were adorned with elegant-yet-minimal furnishings and intricately patterned tapestries in jewel tones suggesting an Eastern influence. Various artifacts - porcelain vases, statuettes, and inscribed metal wall-hangings - were interspersed with a few strategic pops of color and indirect lighting to cultivate an ambiance of cultivated tranquility.

"Comfortable?" The rumbling baritone against your ear made you start slightly as Gojo carried you towards what appeared to be a bedroom sectioned off by opaque partitioning screens.

You opened your mouth to reply, but any words withered on your tongue when he shifted his hold to deposit you with infinite care atop the bed - as though you were the most precious of fragile burdens. The sheets were a sleek dusky charcoal hue offset by the warm burnished glow of brass lamps casting flattering illumination across the space.

Gojo crouched in one fluid, boneless motion beside where you lay, all lazy power and effortless masculine grace barely restrained beneath that veneer of irreverent cool. His gaze was immediately drawn to the sluggishly bleeding gashes marring your exposed skin, sharp azure irises hooded beneath lowered lashes.

"Let's get you decent first, hmm?" He lilted in that sinfully smooth timbre, already working to divest you of the tattered remnants of clothing still clinging to your mangled form.

You flushed hotly, opening your mouth to offer token protest, but his pointed look swiftly quelled any objections before they could sound.

"Don't get shy on me now, pretty girl. I've already copped an eyeful of everything you've got thanks to that curse taking talons to your outfit." One corner of his lush mouth quirked upwards in that irresistible smirk that never failed to spark a flicker of defiance in your core. "Might as well make the most of the situation, neh?"

With deft efficiency and hands belying an almost reverent delicacy, Gojo stripped you down to your bared skin, blatantly allowing his piercing gaze to map every purpling contusion and seeping laceration in the process. You remained motionless, scarcely daring to breathe for fear of shattering this suspended reality into shards of mortified embarrassment and pining desire.

Gojo clicked his tongue in a noise of disapproval as his inspection catalogued the extent of your injuries. His thumb traced the lurid weal of a deep gash carving across your ribcage, featherlight and ghosting over the sensitive abraded skin but eliciting a shuddering exhalation from your parted lips all the same.

"Such a mess you've made of yourself, babygirl," he chided in a low, dark purr that seemed to resonate straight through the shallow surface of your flesh and delve molten paths into the viscera below. "Clumsy, clumsy girl wandering off and courting disaster like it's a favored lover. Maybe you need reminding why it's safer to stay close...and who exactly you belong to."

Gojo stood and moved across the room, giving you a momentary reprieve from the heated intensity of his presence. You watched him retrieve a wooden basin and an array of glass jars and cloth wrappings, absently tracing your fingers over the stark patterns of blooming bruises and lacerations. Though the sting of your injuries still pulsed in time with your elevated heartbeat, it felt muted somehow - a distant discomfort overshadowed by the lingering warmth of Gojo's touch and his dark, heated words still reverberating through your mind.

When he returned to your side and crouched on the plush rug once more, you couldn't help but tense slightly at his proximity. Gojo's lips curved in an inscrutable half-smile, as if privy to the chaotic whirl of your thoughts. Dipping a clean cloth into the basin of herbal-scented water he had prepared, he began gently sponging away the streaks of blood and grime from your abused skin with meditative focus.

"You know," he began conversationally, breaking the weighted quiet between you. "I had a feeling assigning you to run solo for this particular exercise was inviting disaster." His gaze remained fixed on his ministrations, calloused fingertips brushing featherlight over the shredded gashes scoring your abdomen as he cleaned each one with almost ritualistic care.

"You've always had a penchant for acting first and regretting the consequences later." Gojo's tone was a strange blend of wry affection and pointed reproof. "That wild spirit and impulsive bravery are what make you such a marvel to train...but they're also what consistently lands you in hot water requiring my intervention."

You wanted to protest, to insist that this time you had been cautious and level-headed right up until the curse overwhelmed you so unexpectedly. But the words shriveled up unspoken on your tongue as memories of your rash overconfidence resurfaced with a flush of shame. Gojo was right, as infuriatingly often seemed to be the case when he turned that penetrating stare and spark of dark wisdom upon you.

"I cannot even begin to fathom what could possess an otherwise reasonably bright girl to forsake all her training at the first sign of danger," he continued, words hardening into a disapproving rasp. You flinched inwardly, knowing the scolding was deserved but still bristling at being spoken down to like a petulant child.

Gojo's touch stilled abruptly, his thumb and forefinger capturing your chin in an uncompromisingly firm grasp that forced your gazes to lock. The vivid azure of his eyes bored into you with searing intensity from beneath his silvery lashes, commanding your rapt focus.

"Do you have any idea how close I came to losing you tonight?" His words emerged in a gravelly undertone that seemed to reverberate somewhere deeper than mere sound.

You opened your mouth to respond, but he spoke over your stillborn attempt with quiet yet immutable authority. "Too close. Far too close for comfort, little one."

Gojo's thumb traced the plush arc of your lower lip with deliberate reverence, the blistering heat of his touch raising delicious sparks of sensation despite its apparent innocuity. "I don't take kindly to situations where I am mere inches from watching light fade from those gorgeous eyes of yours. Do you understand me?"

Any residual defiance flickered and died beneath the scorching promise of intent blazing behind the shrouded azure regard holding you hostage. All you could manage was a tremulous inhale and the barest fraction of a nod in acknowledgment.

Something indecipherable flashed across Gojo's expression - both a subtle easing of the taut line of his jaw and a perceptible deepening of the shadows clouding his eyes. His hand slid from your chin to cup the back of your neck, fingertips lightly caressing the sensitive skin as he pulled you forward until the briefest whisper of distance remained between your brow and his.

"Let this be a lesson to you then," he murmured in a voice rendered incalculably darker by its lowered register. "Stay close to me from now on where you belong, understood? No more foolish detours or reckless stunts serving only to test my stamina in constantly retrieving you from harm."

You found yourself mesmerized, lashes fluttering in a hapless series of blinks as his breath fanned warmly over your parted lips. There was simply no other response than a breathily murmured, "Yes, Gojo-sensei. I understand."

The barest ghost of a smile - one of grim satisfaction rather than mirth - curved the edges of his sinful mouth. "Good girl."

The heavy-lidded intensity of Gojo's gaze seemed to scorch straight through to your very core as the silence stretched taut between you. His thumb traced idle patterns along the racing flutter of your pulse just beneath your jawline, touch tantalizingly light yet possessive all the same. You shivered at the implication behind such a disarmingly tender caress coming from your mentor.

"You test me at every turn, don't you, my pretty thing?" The words emerged in a low, molten rumble tinged with thinly veiled exasperation and something infinitely darker—a banked smolder of bone-deep desire he made little effort to conceal. "Never quite able to simply mind your place and stay obediently out of harm's way, constantly seeking new ways to throw yourself into the line of danger until I'm forced to intervene..."

His fingers trailed lazily down the sloped column of your throat, following the racing thrum of your pulse until his palm settled in a burned brand over the thundering cadence of your heart. You couldn't help the tremulous hitch of your breath as his calloused thumb grazed the swell of your breast, the barest suggestion of weight behind the touch.

Gojo's eyes glittered mercurial beneath the fan of his silvery lashes as he watched your response with rapt attentiveness, gauging your reaction to his calculated escalation. You were pinned motionless beneath the heated intensity of his undivided focus - the blazing epicenter of a storm waiting to break.

When he spoke again, his graveled baritone had lowered a ruinous register, each dark rumble seeming to sear across your feverish skin like a scorching caress unto itself.

"I'm sorely tempted to finally take you firmly in hand once and for all, babygirl. To show you exactly what lies in store each time you defy me so recklessly and necessitate my...intervention." He curled his fingers ever so slightly, delicious suggestion laced through the subtle rasp of hardened fingertips grazing the taut bud beneath the thin fabric covering you.

Your spine arched in an involuntary bow of pleasure-edged shockwaves, a broken whimper falling from your lips before you could bite it back. Gojo watched the display of responsiveness with naked hunger flickering across his austere features.

"Yes...that's what you crave, isn't it?" He mused in that same sinful, smoke-ruined tone that seemed to curl molten tendrils of liquid heat low in your belly. "My undivided attention and reprimand for each infraction, each reckless display where you've failed to heed my instruction..."

Gradually, with agonizing deliberation, Gojo shifted to loom over you with coiled dominance thrumming through every steel-banded muscle. His free hand traced a scorching path down your torso, insistent fingertips hooking beneath the thin fabric at your hip and exerting gentle but implacable pressure.

"But such willful disobedience cannot go entirely unpunished, can it?" He purred, pupils dilating as his gaze raked over your form with incandescent hunger. "Not if you're to finally learn some modicum of discipline and self-control..."

With deft surety, Gojo relieved you of the final scant covering as his sinful lips curved in a lush, dangerous smile. A fraught moment of charged suspension stretched between you as his reverent gaze roamed freely over the newly bared flesh. Then, with infinite tenderness at odds with his thunderous promise, he cradled you against the scorching plane of his chest and lowered you back to the plush bedding in one fluid motion.

"Perhaps a few lashes from my belt are in order for the way you've acted out, my willful little girl," Gojo rumbled as he braced himself above you, gaze devouring the way your thighs reflexively parted for his settling weight. "And you will count each one aloud and thank me for it, won't you?"

Your lips parted in a soft gasp at the sheer filthiness of his implication. Your pulse thundered so loudly you were certain he could hear the erratic drumming. Yet, with a heady thrill of realization, you discovered that you didn't want to resist - didn't have the strength of will left to resist him in this.

Gojo's hand slipped beneath the sleek fall of your hair, fingers curling around the back of your neck in a deceptively light but immovable grasp. The gesture was an unspoken command, an assertion of control that demanded your total surrender.

"Say it, kitten." The words emerged with the softness of a blade honed razor-sharp. "Tell me how badly you need to be taught some much-needed obedience...or else we'll simply have to continue these exercises until the lesson sticks."

Your breath shuddered from your lungs, eyes fluttering closed as a delicious shudder rippled through your entire body. It took all your remaining shreds of willpower not to arch into the heated cradle of his hips already settling against the apex of your thighs.

"Please, Gojo-sensei," you finally managed, voice quavering with need. "Teach me a lesson. Punish me until I've learned my place..."

A soft exhalation escaped Gojo, half-swallowed by the faint rustle of the bedsheets. His grip on your nape tightened fractionally as his other hand slid down the slope of your ribcage and across the dip of your waist.

You were powerless to resist the slow roll of his hips - the delicious pressure grinding against your exposed core in a way that made your lashes flutter with dizzying pleasure.

"My good girl," Gojo praised with a wicked glint in his azure gaze. "Now let's see how long you can keep up the obedient act before you're begging me to stop, hmm?"

With a sly, predatory grin, Gojo rolled off of you to stand, leaving your body buzzing with anticipation and the phantom heat of his weight pinning you. You lay there, breathless and quivering, as his fingers flicked open the clasp of his belt with a metallic snap.

"You remember the rules, don't you, kitten?" Gojo rumbled, leisurely tugging the belt from its loops with a sinuous slide of leather and metal. "No counting or pleading until the very end, or else I'll start over."

He stepped towards the edge of the bed, looming over you in a manner both protective and menacing. Your pulse spiked into a rapid tattoo as the coiled length of leather whispered through his palm in an anticipatory slide.

"Spread your legs and arch that ass up for me like a good girl," he instructed. "You've earned a good punishment for nearly getting yourself killed, haven't you?"

The words sparked a jolt of hot shame deep within you, but that only fanned the flames of your desire. Your body reacted before you could think to deny his command, thighs parting and hips canting upward until the vulnerable curve of your rear was bared and presented to him.

"That's it, my perfect little toy," Gojo crooned, the soft sibilance of his words underscored by the telltale shift of leather and metal in his grip. "You've always been such a good listener, haven't you?"

A tremor rippled through your muscles, the instinctive flinch of anticipation, and a ragged whimper tore from your throat when the first blow landed with a deafening crack. You bit down on the knuckle of your thumb to silence the cry, a futile bid to restrain the sound.

"No no no, pretty girl," Gojo chided, his low baritone rife with dark amusement. "Those sounds belong to me. Let them out."

You shook your head, eyes squeezed shut in a futile attempt to deny him, even though you knew it was impossible. His free hand settled in a proprietary weight between your shoulder blades, pressing your upper torso flush against the mattress.

"Don't be stubborn now, kitten," Gojo chastised, voice a husky purr as the leather of his belt slid across the abused skin of your ass. "You know the rules...and I'm going to make you scream those numbers for me."

The leather snapped again, a blistering stripe of searing agony lancing across your exposed flesh. The cry ripped from your throat sounded foreign and primal, and you were suddenly grateful for the muffling effect of the thick bedding.

"Count." Gojo's tone brooked no argument.

"Two." You managed the word past gritted teeth, hands fisting the sheets with white-knuckled force.

"Good girl," Gojo purred, the sound rich and honeyed as the cool leather whispered over your abused skin. "Let's try for three, hmm?"

A third searing swat landed, and then a fourth. Each one wrung another pained cry from your lips and brought your hips straining against the restraining hold of his palm.

"Five," you gasped, barely registering the tear that slipped down your cheek. "Thank you, Gojo-sensei."

The next lash was gentler than the ones before it, but no less effective in eliciting a breathless gasp and a shudder of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

"S-six," you stammered, barely able to string the syllables together.

"You're doing so well, baby," Gojo murmured, his words a soothing rumble that belied the merciless sting of leather as he brought the belt down across your flesh once more.

You lost count of the swats, each one a searing brand and yet an exquisite pleasure in its own right. With every number that fell from your lips in a broken sob, your thighs slickened further with a shameful gush of wetness. You didn't even realize you were crying until you felt the press of his palm between your shoulder blades, grounding and comforting and unbearably hot.

"Shh, sweet girl, it's almost over," he murmured, his voice a velvet purr that seemed to seep beneath your skin and burrow into the core of you. "Just a few more. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes," you whimpered, tears slipping free despite your efforts to stop them. "I can do it, Gojo-sensei."

His chuckle was a dark rumble. "My good, obedient little girl. Always eager to please, aren't you?"

His hand moved from between your shoulder blades to stroke gently along your flank, fingers tracing idle patterns across the bruises marring your flesh. A sharp contrast to the stinging burn still radiating through your abused flesh.

"Are you ready for the last one?" He asked, the question almost playful.

"Yes." You breathed the word, the single syllable a soft exhale.

"That's my girl," Gojo murmured, his approval warming the pit of your stomach. "Let's see if we can make this one really count, shall we?"

The leather snapped against your ass in a devastating strike, eliciting a cry that was half pleasure, half pain. Your thighs trembled as your back arched, body instinctively seeking more contact with the unyielding surface of his palm.

"Seven." The word came out sounding more like a moan.

Gojo's hand smoothed over the abused flesh of your ass, his touch maddeningly gentle and yet still stoking the flames of desire within you. You couldn't stop the whimper that escaped your lips as his fingers teased the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, the feather-light touch eliciting sparks of heat along your spine.

"There, there," he murmured, the words a dark rasp that sent shivers through you. "I think that's enough punishment for now, don't you agree?"

"Yes, Gojo-sensei," you breathed, your voice sounding foreign to your ears.

"Good girl." His fingers ghosted over your slickened folds, teasingly light and yet eliciting a gasp of pleasure.

"But if you want to earn the privilege of a reward, you're going to have to earn it first," he continued, his words a low growl that reverberated straight through you.

Your eyes fluttered shut as his thumb traced slow circles around your clit, the sensation sending tendrils of molten heat coiling through you. You couldn't help the whimper that escaped you, or the way your hips bucked against his touch, seeking more friction.

"I'm not hearing a yes, kitten," he chided, the words a dark purr.

"Yes, Gojo-sensei," you managed, the words coming out in a breathy whisper.

His fingers teased your entrance, dipping just barely into the slickness gathering there. A low groan escaped him, the sound reverberating through your body.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me, aren't you?" He growled, his voice a low rasp. "All spread out and aching for me to fill you up, aren't you, babygirl?"

"Yes, Gojo-sensei." You repeated the phrase like a mantra, unable to form any other coherent thoughts as his fingers curled inside you.

"Look at you, taking my fingers like such a good little slut," he murmured, the words punctuated by the wet sounds of him pumping his digits in and out of you.

You couldn't help the way your hips rocked against his touch, the sensation eliciting sparks of pleasure along your spine. Your back arched, thighs trembling as you sought more friction.

"That's it, take it all," he urged, his voice a low rumble. "Feel how tight you're gripping me, baby. So wet and desperate for me, aren't you?"

"Please," you whined, the word emerging as a broken plea. "I need more, Gojo-sensei. Please."

"Such a needy little slut," he chuckled, the sound sending shivers through you.

He removed his fingers, eliciting a whimper of protest from you, before his palm came down hard on the already abused flesh of your ass, the resounding slap echoing through the room.

"Up," he commanded, the word a rough bark.

You scrambled to obey, limbs shaky as you pushed yourself upright. Your thighs were slick with your own arousal, a sight that only intensified the burn of humiliation. You couldn't help the whimper that escaped your throat, a combination of humiliation and desire.

Gojo stood in front of you, his pants unbuttoned and his cock fully erect. The sight was enough to make your mouth water, but he seemed determined to draw this out, his expression an inscrutable mask as he appraised you.

"On your knees," he commanded, the words a low growl.

You sank to your knees before him, the movement sending a jolt of pain through your ass as it came into contact with the plush rug. His cock was mere inches from your face, the tip glistening with precum. Your breath caught in your throat, your mouth watering as you took in the sight.

"Suck it," he commanded, the words a low rumble.

Your hands trembled as you reached for him, fingers curling around the base of his cock. He let out a low groan as you stroked him, the sound sending shivers through you. He was rock hard, and you couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips as you felt the weight of him in your palm.

"Good girl," he murmured, the words a low rumble.

You opened your mouth, tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock. He tasted musky and salty, and you couldn't help the way your body responded, a rush of heat pooling between your thighs. You took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock. His hips bucked forward, and you nearly choked, but managed to steady yourself.

"Fuck," he groaned, his voice a low rasp. "That's it, baby. Just like that."

Your tongue traced the underside of his shaft, reveling in the feel of him filling your mouth. Your jaw ached, but you didn't care, lost in the sensation of him. His fingers tangled in your hair, gripping tightly as he fucked your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. You swallowed him down, moaning around his length.

"Shit," he cursed, his voice a guttural growl. "You're so fucking good at this, aren't you, slut?"

The words sent a thrill of pleasure through you, and you couldn't help but whimper in agreement. You wanted him to keep talking, wanted to hear him praise you, wanted to hear him degrade you. His cock pulsed in your mouth, and you knew he was close.

"Gonna come," he growled, the words a harsh rasp.

He pulled out, his cock springing free from your mouth with a wet pop. Your eyes widened as he pumped himself in his fist, the sight of his swollen, leaking cock almost enough to make you come undone.

"Beg for it," he commanded with a low snarl.

"Please," you pleaded, your voice a desperate whimper. "Please, Gojo-sensei. Please come on my face."

"Fuck," he swore, the word a guttural growl.

You closed your eyes as he came, warm spurts of cum landing on your cheeks and lips. You licked your lips, the taste of him bitter and salty. You couldn't help but whimper as his seed trickled down your face, his musky scent invading your nostrils.

"Clean it up," he ordered, the words a low growl.

You complied, using your fingers to scoop the mess from your cheeks and licking it from your fingertips. The action only seemed to arouse him further, and his cock twitched in response. You couldn't help the moan that escaped you, the sight of his renewed erection sending a rush of heat through you.

"On the bed," he commanded, his voice a rough rasp.

You scrambled to comply, the ache of your bruised and battered body momentarily forgotten in the anticipation of what was to come. Your legs trembled as you climbed onto the bed, spreading them wide for him. Your pussy throbbed, the feeling only intensifying as you watched him step out of his pants and stalk towards you with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"So needy," he purred, the words a low rumble.

The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he knelt between your legs, his gaze raking over your exposed body. You felt like an offering, a sacrifice laid out for him to devour. His cock was hard and swollen, and you couldn't help but writhe beneath him, desperate for him to fill you.

"Patience, kitten," he murmured, the words a dark chuckle.

His hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into the tender flesh as he dragged you closer. Your skin tingled at the sensation, the anticipation nearly overwhelming. He lined his cock up with your entrance, the tip pressing against your slickened folds.

"Please," you begged, the word a breathless whisper.

He leaned over you, his lips a hairsbreadth from yours. You could feel his breath against your skin, the heat of him making your pulse race. You ached for him, the empty void within you seeming to expand until it threatened to swallow you whole.

"What do you want, kitten?" He murmured, his voice a low rumble.

"Fuck me, Gojo-sensei," you whimpered, the words emerging as a strangled moan.

He pushed into you, his cock filling you up in one swift thrust. You gasped, the sensation nearly enough to send you over the edge. His cock stretched you open, the fullness sending sparks of pleasure through you. You arched into him, your hips grinding against his as he began to move inside you.

"So fucking tight," he growled, the words a low rumble.

You writhed beneath him, lost in the feeling of his cock pounding into you. His hips rolled against yours, the friction sending bolts of electricity through you. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. You moaned against his mouth, his tongue exploring yours.

"Come for me," he commanded, the words a ragged order.

You cried out, the pleasure ripping through you as you came undone beneath him. Your pussy clenched around his cock, milking him for all he was worth. He groaned, his grip on your hips tightening as he slammed into you. The sound of skin against skin was a symphony, the feel of him moving within you almost too much to bear.

"Fuck, kitten," he growled, his voice a husky rasp.

His hips jerked as he spilled inside you, his release sending you spiraling into another wave of pleasure. You clung to him, the orgasm ripping through you with an intensity you'd never experienced before. Your entire body shuddered, your muscles clenching around his cock as you milked every last drop of his cum.

"Fuck," he groaned, his cock slipping out of you with a wet squelch.

You whimpered at the loss, the feeling of him leaving you making you want more. You could feel his seed leaking out of you, trickling down the insides of your thighs before you felt the telltale trickle of wetness. The realization that he'd made you squirt was nearly enough to send you spiraling into another orgasm.

"You're a mess, kitten," he purred, the words a dark chuckle.

His fingers traced the rivulets of wetness on the insides of your thighs, the sensation sending shivers through you. The bedsheets were soaked beneath you, your juices and his cum mingling in a puddle of filth. The sight only served to arouse him further, and his cock twitched, already half-hard again.

"So messy," he murmured, the words a husky rasp.

He reached up, tracing a finger through the mess of his cum and your juices on your cheeks. You whimpered as he brought the digit to your lips, the taste of him making you crave more. He pressed his thumb into your mouth, the weight of it a welcome sensation. You sucked on it, savoring the flavor of him.

"Fuck, that's hot," he growled, his cock already fully erect again. But he knew your body couldn't take it, not after everything he'd put you through.

He rolled off of you, and you immediately missed the heat of his weight on top of you. His arm wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest. You sighed, the feel of his skin against yours sending shivers through you. His cock pressed against your ass, and you couldn't help but grind back against him, eager for more.

"Greedy little slut," he murmured, the words a rough chuckle. "Stay still. I’m trying to take care of you."

He pulled the blankets over the two of you, cocooning you in the warmth of his body. Your muscles ached, and the bruises and welts on your skin throbbed, but you didn't care. The exhaustion and pain were a distant afterthought, overshadowed by the euphoric bliss that came from being sated by the man who had trained and taught and tormented you.

"You did so well, my sweet, filthy girl," he purred, the words a soft murmur against your hair. "So obedient, even when I had to punish you for nearly getting yourself killed."

Gojo cupped your face in his hands, eyes twinkling with both relief and mischief. "You really had me worried there, yknow," he chided gently.

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours, kissing you with a jovial intensity. His kisses trailed along your jaw, up to your ear where he murmured, "Don't think you can get away with stunts like that." His teeth grazed your earlobe playfully.

Laughing, you tried to squirm away, but he captured you in his arms. "No escaping your punishment," Gojo teased, raining kisses along your neck and collarbone. His fingers danced along your sides, finding all the spots that made you squirm with giggles.

Finally, he relented, pinning you beneath him with a roguish grin. "There, I'd say that covers it for scaring me half to death." His expression softened as he brushed a few stray hairs from your flushed face. "Just don't go risking that beautiful smile again, okay?"

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A silhouette could be seen on the street, outlined by the striking scene behind it. A factory was in flames. What kind? Could’ve been any. A manufacturer of building materials. A plant producing chemicals or sorting trash. A cement-making facility. A producer of farm feed. A space that churned construction equipment and construction materials. A slaughterhouse. Didn’t matter now. All that mattered was that it was burning to the ground. A broken mess of steel, concrete, and flesh. A heap of smoldering rubble. Casualties aplenty consumed by smoke and fire, trapped amidst destroyed wreckage. Shockwaves wracked the surrounding area as the scourge, the putrid entity, collapsed further, falling apart in dramatic fashion, screams and wails heard as some tried, with much futility, to escape. There was no saving it, despite earlier attempts. Best to jump ship. Not like they had a chance of doing that.

 

Man’s hubris had come full circle. Its creation had killed it.

 

The only thing that tends to kill man, at the end of the day, is man. Yet he remains afraid of Nature. Tormented and haunted by it.

 

Possibly because Nature reminds him at every turn that, no, many of his kin have gone too far, and most of his own aren’t welcome. Not anymore. Only some may delve deep. Be allowed to take refuge in her arms.

 

About the silhouette. It was difficult to make out the more minute details, but, the general picture was clear. A man lay beaten on the ground, lying face first upon the street. Standing over him was a man, much younger than the one currently being attacked. Mid 20s, compared to the battered gentleman’s late 40s. He wore a leather jacket, a shirt with an algiz rune on it, a pair of jeans, and heavy, steel-toed combat boots. The man on the ground was wearing a suit. A nice one. The kind that signified a certain…decadence. A degenerate lifestyle. Focused solely on materialistic concerns. Profit. Plutocracy. Dishonorable, disgraceful pursuits. This…man, if you could call him that, symbolized it so perfectly.

 

The younger man had his leg raised at about a 45° angle in the air, completely straight, not bent in any way. His heel was about to come down on the older man’s head. No doubt would this sickening excuse for a human’s skull be shattered, fractured, turned into shards. His brain, if there was one at all, splattered all over the ground. Staining the rather pristine looking boot.

 

The younger man’s head was turned towards the carnage behind him. One could guess that there was a look of satisfaction upon his face, though it was hard to tell, given the cover of night, and his facial features obscured by his straight, shoulder-length blonde hair. Proud of his handiwork, it would seem. He had every right to be.

 

There used to be land, where that eyesore once stood. A vibrant ecosystem, teeming with life. Dense woods populated with critters of all kinds, large and small, herbivorous, carnivorous, and omnivorous, full of blooming flowers, damp, cool, fertile soil, tall grass, lush shrubbery, and some particularly eccentric, exciting forms of flora scattered about. The deep woods led to a lovely field in the center, home to a large pond. The eye of Earth gazing out. Fish, birds, deer, reptiles and amphibians of many kinds, possum, coyotes, and many other life forms congregated or lived around here, enjoying the sweet building block of everything that was alive.

 

It was gone now. Those trees had been chopped down. That grass mowed mercilessly. Those flowers shredded. That soil was ruined, tarnished. And the creatures? Either slaughtered, or driven out. That pond is now a haven for all kinds of toxic waste. A thick, murky bog of sludge. Everything that goes near it fall ill, or dies.

 

Perhaps, perhaps…amidst the ruins, Nature can bring back what was lost. The giant was put to sleep, permanently. No longer allowed to wreak havoc like it once did. Maybe she could repair some, or most, of the damage that was done. No longer will it be a dead zone, devoid of beauty. She had a knack for that. With this nuisance out of the way, life may yet prevail, and find its way back to this area.

 

Let’s hope.

[andtoconquer]

Biography.

Overview:

Name: Conquest Constance Whyte. Nicknames: Connie, The First Horseman, The White Rider, The Bowman. Age: Unknown Species: Primordial Being (Harbinger) Lost Soul? Gender: Genderless, but presents as masculine. Sexuality: Pansexual Occupation: Unemployed Residence: Verse dependent, but usually somewhere on the plane of Limbo. Appearance: Tall and slender. Chalk white hair and skin, the latter of which fractures like glass when injured. Angular, androgynous facial features. Black teeth and eyes, with dull red irises and glowing, double slitted pupils in the shape of a cross. King of depression outfits. (art is incoming, I'm in the process of revamping his design please bear with me.) Positive Traits: Polite (usually), Clever, Observant, Loyal (in his way). Negative Traits: Secretive, Temperamental, Resentful, Aimless, Codependent, Out of touch, (Occasionally) a bit of a control freak. ??? Traits: Has a lot of one sided conversations with his horse. Likes: His horse. Coffee. Sport shooting. The thrill of battle. Comfortable clothing. War. Dislikes: The other horsemen. Nosy people, Things that remind him of his old life. Cilantro. Buildings without horse parking. War. Goals: Find a new sense of identity and purpose for his life now that he is no longer one of the four horsemen.

Bio:

Conquest, along with the other three Horsemen, was constructed from the primordial darkness at the beginning of creation. For eons they followed their respective duties, finding, if not always friendship, then at least a sense of camaraderie between the four of them. In time Conquest and War even began a tumultuous romantic relationship that lasted for several thousand years. As the millennia passed however, tension began to grow among the Horsemen. Ultimately these tensions culminated in an explosive falling out between Conquest and the other three, with the white rider quitting over what he will only describe when pressed as 'creative differences'.

Following his exit, Conquest seemed to vanish from history, taking his steed and riding off into some forgotten corner of the universe. He was soon replaced by the newly created Pestilence, and over time he was largely forgotten about by the mortal world and the younger denizens of the other planes, until, a few centuries later, he covertly made his return.

The being that emerged from his self imposed exile is very different from the Conquest of old. Stewing in his emotions, and with only his thoughts and his horse for company, he retreated into himself, for the first time starting reexamine his life and the choices that led him here. Trying to not repeat his mistakes, he avoids conflicts when before he would revel in them, shies away from the spotlight where before he would take center stage, and overall has gone from an intimidating warrior and commander to a washed out neurotic mess. On his return he adopted the alias Constance (Connie to his friends) and made the decision to lay low among the lost souls and other strange entities of Limbo, where he can be found by any being passing through that interstitial plane, or occasionally venturing out to learn about how the universe has changed while he was away.

While he would be almost unrecognizable to anyone who knew him back in the day, the change to his personality is not a complete one. The instincts imbued by his creation still exist within him, and though he rarely exercises them, they refuse to fully fade away, lurking inside until the right (or wrong, depending on perspective) stimulus brings them out again.

Abilities:

Without his crown and his bow, Conquest has lost most of his apocalyptic power, but he remains a formidable being in his own right, with a range of basic supernatural powers similar to a mid ranking angel or demon (though leaning more towards the physical, magic isn't his strong suit), including enhanced speed, strength, and durability. In particular he displays an impressive level of resilience; He still feels pain from his injuries, and will eventually bleed out and die if left untreated, but blows that would be immediately fatal for many beings may not be for him, though they will certainly slow him down or incapacitate him. He also retains the ability to travel between planes, though he finds it far easier and less taxing when assisted by his steed, the White Horse.

While somewhat rusty, he still possesses the skills from his time as a Horseman (though he usually prefers not to use them these days), being able to rapidly figure out and master most ranged weapons. He is also highly proficient with many melee weapons, though he never really approached the skill the war or death had in close quarters combat.

One noteworthy Ability that he does not possess is any real form of flight, though he is agile and fast enough that sometimes it is easy to forget this. Under his own power the most he can do is hover a short distance off the ground. His Horse however is capable of flight, so if he wishes to engage in any airborne activities he has to do them on horseback.

Significant Relationships:

The White Horse (His loyal steed & -As he tells it- closest friend. It's still just a horse )

Death (Former friend & de facto leader)

Famine (Former friend)

War (Former friend & ex who he is extremely not over)

Pestilence (Replacement & one-sided nemesis)

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A Case Report on Unusual Severe Superolateral Dislocation of Right Condyle Associated with Sagittal Split of Articular Eminence in Pan-Facial Trauma Managed with Inverted L-Plate | Chapter  08 | New Horizons in Medicine and Medical Research Vol. 1

A difficult case for a maxillofacial surgeon is head and neck trauma, because not only must pre-injury anatomy be restored, but also the cosmetic aspect must be enhanced. The treatment of such patients is challenging and frequently involves the participation of a multidisciplinary team. One of the leading causes of severe trauma is unprotected driving or high-velocity crashes. Pan-facial trauma affects not only normal face structure but also normal functions such as vision (dystopia, diplopia, enophthalmos), breathing (airway) and olfactory senses, mastication and natural occlusion and intercuspation, deglutition, and the patient's overall appearance. In such trauma patients, restoring and rehabilitating the pre-injury shape of the facial skeleton involves artistic labour on the part of the operative maxillofacial surgeon. In the case of trauma, open reduction and internal fixation (ORIF) under general anaesthesia is the therapeutic option (GA). Various methods for achieving near-normal anatomy have been proposed. "Top to bottom" or "bottom to top," as well as "outward to inward" or "inward to outward," were offered in previous studies. The major goal is to restore the horizontal and vertical pillars of the face. This case was exceptional in that the complete mandibular condyle remained superolaterally displaced even after the zygomatic arch was fixed; the inverted "L" plate was employed to preserve the condyle in its natural position. Even in dynamic motion, the results were functionally satisfactory, and we advocate it as a viable therapeutic option for superolateral dislocation of the intact mandibular condyle. Author(S) Details Kansara Jay Department of Oral and Maxillofacial Surgery, Mahatma Gandhi Dental College and Hospital, Mahatma Gandhi University of Medical Sciences and Technology, Jaipur, Rajasthan, India. Vikas Singh Department of Oral and Maxillofacial Surgery, Mahatma Gandhi Dental College and Hospital, Mahatma Gandhi University of Medical Sciences and Technology, Jaipur, Rajasthan, India. Ruchika Tiwari Department of Oral and Maxillofacial Surgery, Mahatma Gandhi Dental College and Hospital, Mahatma Gandhi University of Medical Sciences and Technology, Jaipur, Rajasthan, India. Vaishali Jamdade Department of Oral and Maxillofacial Surgery, Mahatma Gandhi Dental College and Hospital, Mahatma Gandhi University of Medical Sciences and Technology, Jaipur, Rajasthan, India. Yogesh Kumar Sharma Department of Oral and Maxillofacial Surgery, Mahatma Gandhi Dental College and Hospital, Mahatma Gandhi University of Medical Sciences and Technology, Jaipur, Rajasthan, India. View Book:- https://stm.bookpi.org/NHMMR-V1/article/view/6173

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Volume 1, Chapter 1-Ambush

Content warnings: death, ableism, suicidal thoughts, mention of racism?

The whole thing happened so suddenly.

“Thump—”,  a small blue and white porcelain bowl fell to the ground, rolled twice, and fractured into several small pieces. At the same time, the shiny brass bell that had been polished by time also fell from a great height, jingling twice with an especially alarming panic, and then slumped over beside the fragments.

“Shaoye…shaoye, shaoye...somebody help! Shaoye has been bitten by a snake!...”

The shrill voice cut through this early spring afternoon, a rare bright and sunny day. Very quickly, endless bustling footsteps came from the originally tranquil mountain courtyard—kick and clatter—you could even hear the sounds of these panicked footsteps knocking over things. 

Shen Qingxuan widened his eyes to stare ahead, working hard, trying to get a glimpse of the beast that had bit him, but his eyes were blurred, as if they were covered by a layer of thin white gauze, so no matter how hard he tried he could not see clearly. Internally, he could not help but be stunned by the snake’s powerful venom, but also secretly think, man proposes but God disposes. He had thought of countless ways of dying, yet how could he have foreseen that he would ultimately end by a snake’s venomous fangs?

Thinking up to now, in his heart of hearts, he was not shocked, and just closed his eyes. He was vaguely aware that the servants who rushed over had moved him from the chair, and were frantically calling for the physician while yelling for someone to fetch the antidote pills.

And anything after that, he did not know at all.

The eldest young master of the Shen family was bit by a snake in his mountain villa.

This news travelled like the birds in the mountain forest had flapped their wings and carried it out themselves, taking only a cup of tea’s time before sounds of horse feet came from the originally tranquil mountain path. One after another, the horse carriage and silk sedan chair

finally arrived outside the doors of the mountain villa in a rush. 

The rider on the horse and the noble in the sedan hurriedly disembarked, entered through the doors, and without anyone greeting them, burst into Shen Qingxuan’s room. 

The man lay behind green gauze curtains with both eyes shut tight. His forehead was overtaken by an unclear black-purple color, that dense color was even gradually spreading throughout his whole face. His originally light colored lips became strangely flushed red from the contrast of his black-purple face. His refreshing outer appearance was completely gone. At a glance, he actually looked like three parts human and seven parts ghost already.

“Xiao Xuan!” An elder with lightly frosted temples saw Shen Qingxuan’s state and let out a low cry that was sorrowful and grieved to the utmost point. “My son!” He cried, as if he still had words to say, but could only choke.

“Laoye.” The uninvolved steward who stood to the side quickly interrupted his master’s grief, and reminded him, “Laoye should not be grieving now, the proper thing to do is to think of an idea to save shaoye’s life first.”

“Yes, yes.” Under the rush of grief for his son, Master Shen only woke up to his error through that warning, and he quickly got up with a hand over his eyes. Still choking with sobs, he asked the servant beside him: “Did you all remove the toxin yet?”

“There are always snakes, insects, rats, and ants on the mountain, therefore all the regular medicines are supplied. The antidote pills for snake venom have just been given to shaoye, but...the effects are not clear.”

“What kind of snake was it, could you see clearly?” the steward hurriedly asked.

“It was too chaotic then, this lowly servant could not see clearly. It was coiled on the pergola

in the yard, but it was also blocked by the branches. In my quick glance, I only saw a section that was as big as the mouth of a bowl…” the servant spoke and gestured, but once he finished speaking, his forehead was firmly slapped. The steward angrily said, “Glib-tongued servant, you are full of nonsense!” Ignoring the servant’s tearful complaints, the steward simply explained to Master Shen, “Laoye, Lu-mou also lived in the mountain forests as a child, but I have never heard of a snake that could grow that thick and big. Unless it is a python, but big as pythons are, they do not easily bite people, and their toxicity is even less likely to be this fierce. This servant must be speaking rubbish, he is only describing it so dreadfully so that he can be punished less.”

Master Shen was terribly upset, and could not handle this presently. He just angrily told the retainer to scram.

“Where is the bite?” The steward asked again of the servant girl who was shaking by the doorpost. She was Shen Qingxuan’s personal handmaid.

“On the wrist.” The maidservand’s face was pallid, and she anxiously added, “Since the sunshine was good today, shaoye wanted to sunbathe, so I wheeled him into the yard. As usual, shaoye wanted to drink a pot of floral tea at that moment. After making the tea for shaoye, I was going to bring some tea cakes, but just as I turned around and walked a couple steps, I heard the tea cup fall to the ground. When I turned back around, shaoye had already been bitten by the snake...” At this point, the maidservant already had tears in her eyes, and was sobbing.

“You saw that snake?”

“I saw it. That person was not lying. That snake really was as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and perched on the railing. When I saw it, it had just drawn back. I saw it was pitch-black, only its abdomen had a bit of gold. I have been on this mountain serving shaoye all these years, and saw some snakes that were beaten dead, but I have never seen such a large snake...”

“It was really that big?” The steward was still uncertain.

Her knees went soft, the girl kneeled on the ground, crying while vowing: “How would this maidservant lie about such an important matter? If there is a trace of a lie, then this maidservant shall die miserably!”

On this side of the room, the steward checked the testimony. On the other side, Master Shen suppressed his sadness to observe his son’s injuries. When he pulled out his eldest son’s wrist, he saw that the injury bitten by the snake’s fangs had already been crossed through with a knife. This helped him relax a bit, knowing a servant was quick-witted enough to promptly slit an opening and suck out the poisonous blood. But this snake venom is too aggressive; in just a short period, it caused a grown man to lose all his senses. Unfortunately, this toxin may have already entered the bloodstream, and would be difficult to clear!

Master Shen grasped that thin and pale wrist, his heart filling with sorrow. It is said that the eldest son is the pillar of his family. He did not have a son until he was 30, yet he let Shen Qingxuan fall into an ice cave at the age of eight. After the rescue and a high fever, not only did his son become mute, but his lower limbs were also damaged by the frostbite, and could only ever be paralyzed on the daybed. Master Shen originally thought it would be easy to raise and support him. There was no need for him to obtain fame and fortune; with the Shen family fortunes, there was no issue supporting the eldest son for his whole, peaceful life. However, who would have thought that at age 27, he would be bitten by a snake.

“That ruinous beast!” With a low shout, Master Shen even had thoughts to catch that snake and eat its meat raw.

“Laoye, do not worry.” The old steward, who has looked after the Shen family his whole life, yet again consoled. “Shaoye’s health has always been weak. Year in and year out, he has been rehabilitating in the mountain villa, therefore all kinds of precious medicines are more or less prepared. Maybe there is still a means.”

“What kind of means?”

“Does laoye still remember what happened during last year’s Mid-Autumn? Someone from Nanman, who had dealt business with the Shen family, gave a tribute of two pills that were said to be capable of relieving all the world’s strangest poisons?”

“I remember, I remember. I saved that medicine. ...Does it really work?”

“Laoshen does not know either, I am just told that the Nanman wetlands contain poisonous insects and wild beasts in numbers. This pill might really have miraculous effects, perhaps?”

“Then why have you not fetched it?” Master Shen stood up in a hurry.

“Aye.”

The medication was quickly retrieved, dissolved in warm water, and administered. As he was fed the medicine, Shen Qingxuan’s jaw was clenched tight, his facial muscles rigid, seemingly a hair’s breadth away from death.

The whole room was engulfed in a state of panic, and the air felt heavy.

Night fell, and the servants lit the oil lamps. Light and shadow quivered.

Shen Qingxuan’s bedroom door opened sometimes and closed sometimes, people shuffling out and in.

Yet not one person noticed, in the swaying shadow of the oil lamp, there quietly stood a man.

Black hair flowed loosely down to his waist. He was also dressed in a black robe, standing with both hands behind his back. The lapels of his robe were embroidered with gold thread into simple decorative patterns. Expression ice cold and lips pursed, he was standing there for who knows how long.

Not one person noticed, and even the people who brushed past him did not cast a glance at him. If anyone had seen him, they surely would not turn a blind eye to this man that looked like a demon on earth.

But indeed, not a single person knew his presence.

The night grew late, Master Shen was tired in both body and heart. He wanted to keep vigil by his son’s bedside, but old age ruthlessly shackled his parental affections. It was the end of February, and although spring had begun, the nights were still cold. After a few soft coughs, Master Shen faintly felt his head start to hurt. Under the steward’s encouragement, although he was loath to leave, he still went to a room warmed by charcoal fire and lay down on the bed.

In the bedroom, there were only the steward and three servants left still looking after Shen Qingxuan.

After another two double-hours passed, Shen Qingxuan, whose breathing had been shallow, gradually gained a steadier and stronger breathing sound. In the shadows, the unmoved, standing man slightly raised his eyes. His eyes showed a spark of surprise; he did not believe this world had an antidote that could actually detoxify his venom.

As expected, when he concentrated a bit to take a closer look at the gaunt and frail man lying on the bed, it dawned on him: this is the so-called rally before death.

Those antidote drugs, at most, only delayed a few threads of time. Antidote? Pure delusion.

Shen Qingxuan struggled to open his eyes. His heavy eyelids felt like they weighed a ton, no matter how he tried, he could not open them.

However, the servant girl waiting by him saw his movements, and joyfully shouted: “Shaoye, shaoye!"

Her noise had a rash joy, and woke up the small courtyard and mountain forest that just fell asleep.

Very quickly, Master Shen came over dressed in a cloak

and did not even stop to put on his socks and shoes. He frantically ran, and yelled: “Xuan’er, Xuan’er...Have you awakened, Xuan’er? Dad is worried sick...” 

Perhaps the calls of his family gave Shen Qingxuan strength, his quivering eyelids worked to open, and finally they budged. His eyes were slack, taking a moment to focus until the depths of his eyes had some liveliness. 

Shen Qingxuan slightly opened his mouth to speak, yet could not make a sound.

But everyone knew he said, “Dad.”

“Ah, dad is here...” the old man immediately burst into tears. Master Shen did not even care to consider how many years he spent with the stance of an elder, he shakingly grabbed his son’s hand, murmuring, “Qingxuan ah, do you feel better? If you are better, then Dad will be so relieved…”

Shen Qingxuan used all his strength, just to barely pull his rigid face into a small smile. Internally, however, he somehow knew he could not escape death this time. His whole body was entrapped in a sense of paralysis with no ability to move. Whenever he breathed, his nostrils filled with a fishy sweet scent; what’s more, in front of his eyes were bursts of pitch-black with intervals of clarity.

The sensations when one is on the brink of death are probably like this.

Actually, there was nothing to dread. For disabled people like him, death was really not as dreadful as living.

Only, he could not bear to leave his parents and younger brother.

These years, his family was the only pillar he had to support him in continuing to seek happiness in life. Everytime he thought about his parent’s pitiful grief after his passing from this world, he could not bear it in his heart.

He thought about his own death, not because he was abandoning and resigning himself to despair. These years in the wheelchair, he actually grew accustomed to this existence of not being able to take care of himself. Burying his childhood dreams of flourishing a whip and riding a horse was not a very challenging task at all.

He thought about his own death because his health was deteriorating year after year.

Before, he could occasionally bask in the sun, call someone to push him, and go for a stroll in the wooded forest.

But in the last two years, he was getting worse. Catch a little draft, and he would be ill for a period, each time more serious than the last. Eventually, it became so bad he could not get out of bed for a month or two.

This winter, he did not go outside. He barely even opened the windows.

He finally recovered, and wanted to bask a bit in the sun, yet he startled a snake that had just ended its winter hibernation and was out to bask in the sun as well.

Thinking of this, Shen Qingxuan could not help but smile, and think to himself that this sunbathing, it seems, whether for himself or the snake, was not comfortable.

He knew in his heart that the snake was just sunning itself on the railing at first, and he was sitting in his chair—man and snake minding their own business. 

They could have lived harmoniously in peace and returned to their respectives homes after sunbathing.

But somehow a soiled piece of leaf just had to fall into the clear tea water. His natural disposition preferred cleanliness, so he, immediately and without another thought, threw out the bowl of hot tea.

At the time, he did not see that snake. Once he realized it was improper, the tea had already been thrown out, and had drenched those shiny black scales with steaming hot water.

The startled snake turned its head around and took a bite out of the hand he did not retract in time.

In truth though, it was more of his own fault. Such hot water, nevermind a snake, even a mere rabbit would be startled enough to retaliate.

It was a very mighty snake. He only caught one glimpse of it, then got distracted by the pain and had to look away. But Shen Qingxuan still remembered that the snake was gleaming black all over; when crouched with its head erect, its neck and abdomen gleamed golden yellow, which was particularly dazzling in the light of the afternoon sun. Later, he wanted to take a closer look, but could not see clearly anymore. He also was not sure if that snake was scalded or not.

It is said these kinds of apodal animals are completely covered with small scales, and probably are not really easily harmed by a cup of hot tea.

In front of his eyes was another moment of extremely dizzying blackness, to the point that even the sound of his father’s voice by his ear was also drifting away. Shen Qingxuan still wanted to listen hard to what his father was saying, but could only hear the beating thunder in his ears. All the disorderly fragmented sentences came through the thundering, yet were still unable to reach his mind. Shen Qingxuan only knew that his father was speaking, but no matter how hard he exerted himself, he could not hear clearly what exactly his father was saying.

Shen Qingxuan knew well enough that his life was at its limit, internally, he was not sure if he was more melancholic or more relieved. He always knew he was a person not long for this world, but the arrival of this scene still caught him off guard.

The concern in his heart made him want to have one last look at this world that had accompanied him for 20 some years. Even if he barely had the strength to breathe, Shen Qingxuan still worked hard to open his eyes wide—the scattered expression within his eyes was also stubbornly gathered back—to gaze at his family. Focusing for a protracted moment.

His father who was normally healthy and well maintained, appeared old and ragged at this moment. The old steward who had rushed about and busied himself for the Shen family his whole life, the maidservant who had already cried into a mess, all of the familiar people who had been doing their best to take care of him all of these years...his eyes slowly, almost rigidly, moved over everyone’s face, Shen Qingxuan haltingly lifted the corners of his mouth, and showed a shallow smile. As if saying goodbye.

His smile was quite faint, appearing ferocious and crude on his currently three-parts-human-seven-parts-ghost-like face.

Yet, it displayed a profound fondness for and reluctance to let go of living.

Such a despairing fondness, yet it also carried a relief towards death.

Perhaps this smile was too striking for the eyes and too startling for the heart. The cold and still man in the shadows, who had watched this entire scene from beginning to end, raised his eyelids. His pupils, which were as dark as the waters of the deep abyss, rippled from a sudden splash.

[nerdycanible1]

Kuvin Goodbye

I am feeling a lack of love for KuviraxLin. And frankly the thought of them together is just adorable. Here is a sad short story. If you guys like it then please let me know. Then I can write some more. Also some mentions of nudity, violence, pain and heart break. Be Warned.

The soft tender kisses, the intimate touches, the forehead kisses and the hand holding. Everyone of those images were burned into my mind. I don't know whether it’s because I was stuck in a jail cell or because I’m exhausted. 

“We can’t be doing this anymore Kuvira.” She whispered. She stared at me through the cell bars and she gulped softly. She looked to be regretting everything we’ve been through. “Please… understand my point of view.” Her voice was scratchy but held the same rough tone everyone hears.

I gripped onto her hand, refusing to let her go. My eyes filled up with tears, making it hard for me to see. “Don’t go. Please. I love you.” I don’t know if she believes me. I don’t even know if she wants to believe me. Her hand began to loosen from mine as she shook her head. Her steely grey eyes began to harden as she began to build her walls back up. 

“Your kind of love kills.” She says jerking her hand out of my grasp. My stomach lurched and a tear glided down my cheek. I whimpered as I watched her go. This couldn’t be right. Lin would never say such a thing.

My fingers trembled as I suddenly felt like throwing up. My fists slowly curled into fists as her form began to retreat. My heart was squeezing too hard and beating too fast. Slowly, I felt the Great Uniter facade begin to build back up.

“If that’s what you think, then fine. Just don’t think you can come back to me.” My gaze turned to steel as I watched her freeze mid step before took a deep breath and turned around. She had her hard face on and she had her jaw set. The jaw that I’ve kissed many times. Too many in fact.

“Don’t make me give you a shot, inmate.” Her voice was cold and devoid of emotion. I winced hearing the harshness and I looked at the ground. My hand’s squeezing the cold metal as I began to realise I lost. I laughed and slowly sunk into my bed. 

I didn’t say anything else as she walked away. I gripped my pillow as I tried to keep my composure. The sound of the clunking metal closing was all I heard before I knew I was all alone. No one to be with, no one to talk to. It was going to be a matter of time before the guards came back and started up their shit.

“Which guards did this?”- “I got you an extra cookie. Not much but I’m sure you’d like it.”- “You work pretty well. I never would have expected you to win against my sister.”- Her obnoxious laugh when she really laughed. The way she brushes her hair behind her ear. 

A sniffle left my lips as I held my pillow close and tight. I hid my face in my pillow as I tried to ignore my thoughts. Stop! Just Stop! I don’t want these anymore!!! 

“What are you doing inmate?” She whispered as I pinned her against the wall. A small kiss to her neck as I felt her tremble under my touch. “Get back-” A shaky gasp left her lips as my hands slid down her slim frame.

I laid in bed defeated as I continued to let the tears fall. I whimpered and curled up and just ignored everything around me. My eyes to the grey toned wall as I felt vile begin to make its way up my throat. 

“Here’s this. I know there’s not many things to do but I got you a puzzle. It couldn’t be the metal one I wanted to give you but it can satisfy your needs?” Her cheeks were tinted a light red as she looked away embarrassed. Being sweet wasn’t exactly her strong suit but it made her adorable. 

“I didn’t know if you liked the soup or the sandwiches better so I just gave you the sandwiches and settled on the cookies.”- “So your favourite colour is greyish green and not dark green? Is there a difference?” Her hand squeezed mine as she gave me a soft kiss upon the lips. 

I looked at the stuff she gave me and I set my jaw. I stood up and tore the posters down. I shredded the notes, and the puzzles. I threw them down the toilet and flushed them down. The puzzles caused the toilet to clog but I didn’t care. I sat up on my bed and watched the water begin to pool and cover the whole floor. 

“I love you Kuvira. I don’t know if you will ever get out of here but you can count on me staying here for you. I don’t know what will happen but I promise I’ll love you always.”-

“Put your hands on the wall inmate!!!” The guards called. They noticed the water but I didn’t care. Having your heart broken for the nth time hurt and made you irrational. Before I knew it, my body was being slammed into the wall and my arms shackled behind my back. 

A loud groan of pain left my lips as they began to take me to the showers. I fought against them but my body was weaker than it was. They locked my hands up against the pipes and stripped me down. 

“I love you Kuvira”- “Kuvira, I love you.”- “Love you.”-

I screamed in pain at the water spraying my back side. The feeling of the water piercing me felt like I was being torn apart.

“You’re beautiful.”- “Give me a kiss”- “Love me Kuvira.” Her hands raked up my body as she kissed my neck and pulled me close.

I blood curdling scream left my lips as I felt a bunch hip my ribs. Their laughs of sadistic pleasure. I squeezed my eyes shut and whimpered as I felt another punch me but this time I felt the bone crack.

“You’re mine Kuvira.” Her teeth biting my earlobe and her hand lost in my pants.

Before I knew it there was yelling and someone telling someone to leave. I could barely hold myself up. And before I knew it my unconsciousness took over.

~~~

A small tingle ran over my hand and then a gentle squeeze. “How is she? She’s… She’s not going to die is she?” I know that voice… Why is she here? 

“She will be fine Chief, she only has bruising, swelling and bone fractures. She’s not going to die.”

I gave a soft weeze as I began to try and take a deep breath. Only a rasp can be heard and I began to cough erratically. The nurse ran over to me to help and Lin tried to help me as well. 

Her touches burned and made my whole chest hurt a lot more than the pain I was given physically. I jerked my hand out of her grasp and she was startled at first before her steel brigade was up. “Calm your ass inmate. I’m only doing my job.” she was ready to grab my hand again and I kept it away from her.

The doctor finally laid me on my back and I winced. My back was all bruised, I can feel the small movement of my ribs with every breath I could take. The doctor looked at the two of us but stayed quiet. I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my jaw. 

Lin sat back down and crossed her arms and glared at me. “Who were the ones to do that to you?” I looked away and closed my eyes shut. I chose to stay quiet. Not like she cares anyways. “Spirits Kuvira. Stop being so damn difficult! I’m only doing my damn job. If I can’t get the words from you I’m going to have to brush this aside like nothing happened. Just tell me the names or facial descriptions.”

I stayed quiet and painfully rolled onto my side with a low growl leaving my lips. “I didn’t see them.” I muttered. I could feel the burning sensation come up my throat as I bit back my puke. I gripped the blankets and I willed myself not to lose it. 

“Kuvira.” She said sternly. “Stop messing around. Do you want them to beat you again? Who knows what would have happened if I didn’t hear you.”

I pushed myself up and that was a bad idea. I felt my stomach tighten suddenly and myself doubled over. I didn’t know what was worse, the bending of my stomach or the curving of my back. Tears filled my eyes as I puked up that morning's breakfast and water. The doctor immediately ran  back to my side and began to give me a bag to puke up in and went to give me some pain meds.

A small gasp left Lin’s lips as my back was exposed. A hand ghosted over the marks as she looked at me. “Spirits Kuvira. What did they do to you?” Her breath was barely above the whisper. It was so soft it didn’t sound like she said anything. She laid a hand on my shoulder and I flinched. 

I brushed her hand off and glared back at her. No doubt my eyes were red and watery from unshed tears of pain and anger. “Like I said earlier. I didn’t see them. Now go, I’m sure there’s some other sorry sap you can give a shot to.” Her eyes looked hurt for a second. They wavered and instead of her steel gaze, I got one that was filled with pain. 

“Kuvira you can always come to me fo-” I didn’t let her finish as I stood up. My legs trembled. I glared at her, my Great Uniter front was up. I couldn’t let myself fall for this trap again. 

“Why don’t you come to me whenever this happens?” Her voice laced with concern and pain. She looked at me as if I wounded her pet animal. A scratchy laugh left my lips as I gulped roughly. “It doesn’t matter… I can take a beating.” I laughed and laid my head against the wall. “Kuvira.” Her tone was firm but it held a warmth she had only for me. “You can come to me any time. You still have rights in here. And I promise-” She reached through the bars and pressed a hand to my head, only part she could reach, and smiled softly. “I’ll be here for you when you need it.”

“Don’t.”I growled and glared at her. Her body was ready to push me down in bed. “I don’t need your pity. I don’t need your help.” My voice was so low and firm that it filled me with a sort of content. Like I didn’t lose myself, I didn’t lose my strong will or ‘The Great Uniter’ in me. “Now leave Chief Beifong. I do not need you around me. I didn’t see anything. There will be no reports except that I slipped and fell. I. Don’t. Need. You.” 

The pain that flashed through her eyes no longer did anything to me. I turned from her and took the medication and began to gather my stuff. Once she left I let out a shaky breath as I gripped my prison uniform. My sight went hazy and I felt sick and dizzy. 

The nurse held me up and she looked at me with a skeptical gaze. She made me feel like she could read my mind. “What do you want?” I emphasized each variable in the sentence.

She frowned and sighed softly. “You do know who did this don’t you?” It wasn’t a question, a statement. I set my jaw and Growled softly as I slid my shirt over my head. “Why don’t you let her help you? She was pretty adamant about helping you.”

I grumbled and winced as I bent over to glide my underwear back on. “So what?” I muttered bitterly. “I don’t want her help.” I mumbled as I slid my pants up and sighed softly. “Am I free to go doctor, or do I need to wait for Chief Beifong to release me?” 

She eyed me wearily before she sighed. “You can but I will leave some guards near you. If you start getting sick or feeling sick come to me immediately.” 

I waved her off and began to walk back to my cell. The same guards that were hurting me were just walking out of Chief Beifong’s office. As I walked by, our eyes connected and I was the first to pull away. I felt queasy and I just wanted… I wanted things to be over. No more pain, no more hurting and beatings… no more heartbreak.

[schmergo]

My Unified Theory of Mark Hamill’s Face

So, this is a totally unnecessary and lengthy post, but yesterday, I fell down a bit of a rabbit hole about Mark Hamill’s face and the difference in his appearance between the first two Star Wars movies. As you probably know, he was injured in a car accident after the filming of A New Hope, before the movie was released. It’s also said that the ice monster attack in Empire Strikes Back was created to explain the change in his face.

Reading up on it, it’s hard to find any concrete facts, with people on Reddit claiming that Mark Hamill’s accident was much more serious than anyone knew and that his whole face practically had to be reattached, versus this article that claims that his appearance didn’t change at all beyond episodes 4 and 5 beyond normal aging and mild weight gain. And I definitely do not agree with that statement. It’s clear that after the first movie, he has a flatter and slightly more asymmetrical nose, rounder eyes, some small but visible scars, especially over his top lip (which changes the movement of his lip). He doesn’t look BAD, just different.

But the article also points out many issues of time line with the excessive, overblown myth of Mark Hamill’s accident (he filmed another movie after A New Hope called Corvette Summer before his famously weird appearance in the Star Wars Christmas Special, which disproves the myth that the special was done right after the accident when he was high on pain meds) and that Mark Hamill had said he just fractured his nose and cheekbone.

I propose this is a case of “Everybody’s Right, Everybody’s Wrong.” Mark Hamill’s accident truly did only fracture his nose and cheekbone and got a few cuts on his face but those injuries still significantly changed his face, especially up close on screen. I think a lot of people don’t understand how facial fractures work.

I have seen firsthand (or at least second-hand) that a broken/fractured nose can really alter someone’s whole appearance. Someone I know very well fractured their nose when we were kids (in an accident in which I played a part) and the difference before and after was significant, especially when their face was still swollen and had two black eyes. No wonder Hamill would have said he thought his career was over when he saw his face after the accident. The swelling after hurting your nose is significant. When the person I knew recovered, they still looked just as adorable but their facial appearance was markedly different.

Your nose is in the center of your face and your ability to be recognized depends on the proportions of and distances between features. Because of that, changing your nose can change everything- trauma to the bridge changes distance between eyes, trauma to the tip changes distance between nose to mouth, changes to the width of the nose changes proportion to mouth and eyes, changes in height of the bridge/length of the tip changes the harmony of your profile. That’s why certain celebrities look so different after “just a nose job.” Often, it really is just a nose job.

Also, a study in JAMA Plastic Surgery shows that in up to 90% of the cases of surgery on a nose, the shape of the lip is changed as well and projects outward more. It wouldn’t surprise me if this happened in the reconstruction of Hamill’s nose and explains why his mouth seems different other than the scar.

The article I posted earlier claims that the change in the shape of his eyes was just due to aging and that there was never any record of injury to his eyes. The writer fails to realize that there WAS injury to his cheekbone.

Actually, several bones make up what we call the “cheekbone,” and that includes the orbital wall, orbital rim, and orbital floor among others. “Orbital” means eye socket.

It’s pretty likely that Hamill damaged some of these structures. Especially since-I’m about to get real technical here- but I’ve researched facial fractures before for writing (and again when I was terrified of fracturing my jaw after wisdom tooth surgery).

Blunt force trauma tends to create fractures along three different potential lines in the mid-face. These are called La Fort fractures.

It sounds like he probably had Type 2 or 3 based on the description of “nose and cheekbone.” In both cases, that affects the eye socket.

Now, onto Corvette Summer, the movie that the article thinks debunked the myth of his face having changed. Remember, this was filmed before the Star Wars Christmas Special or Empire Strikes Back. I agree that he’s healed in this film, but he DOES look different, despite what the article says. Hamill was tan in A New Hope and tans were trendy back then, but if you look at him in Corvette Summer, they’ve got him RIDICULOUSLY tan, probably to cover up his scars. And if you look at his nose, it had the same shape as in ESB, flatter, slightly asymmetrical, and with one nostril bigger than the other. It’s harder to tell with all the dark makeup. However, his haircut is similar to A New Hope. I do think the change in hairstyles in later Star Wars movies amplified the change in his face.

As for the infamous Star Wars Christmas Special, no, I don’t think he was high on pain pills or keeping it barely together while grievously injured. It’s just a bad movie with bad directing and acting. But his heavy makeup was horrible and incompetently applied, and most likely for the same reason as his heavy makeup in Corvette Summer. They’ve aggressively tried to contour his nose to make it look straighter and to minimize his left (our right) nostril. It did not work. It just draws more attention to his nose.

As for the attack at the beginning of ESB, George Lucas has said that it was always in the script before the accident, while Carrie Fisher and Hamill have said they built on his existing scars to create his fake imjuries. Why can’t both be true? The attack was always planned but the precise facial injuries were recreated to make it look more realistic and perhaps explain the difference in his face. But Lucas was right, it’s not weird for Luke Skywalker to have some scars after a few years of battles and adventures. It’s nothing compared to the scars his dad Anakin had.

I actually think Hamill’s scars have gotten more pronounced rather than less as he ages. That’s not uncommon. If you have scars, it affects the way your skin moves when you talk and smile, which means your wrinkles form asymmetrically. I have a faint scar on my forehead that affects the way my forehead moves around it and will probably affect the way wrinkles form as I age.

So if anyone ever brings up Mark Hamill’s mysterious accident and claims he had a face transplant or anything wacky, you can share my rather middle of the road common sense dissection of what really happened to his face!

[fearfcrged]

BATTLE STATS REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG.

GENERAL

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SPECIFICS

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆  — close combat ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆   — bladed weapons ( swords, daggers ) ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — blunt weapons ( clubs, staffs, axes ) ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆  — ranged weapons ( archery, guns ) ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — superpowers / abilities ( magic ) ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — traps / setups ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — medic

LASTING INJURIES

crushed bones in left hand causing chronic pain and nerve damage

several rib fractures causing chronic chest pain and difficulty breathing

COMBAT SCARS

he has a few facial scars from starfighter shrapnel 

FIGHT STYLE

(BOLD any that apply.  italicize any that sort of apply)

commander / / honorable / dishonorable / would have others do their fighting / stealthy / long-ranged / mid-ranged / melee / technological / sorcery / superhuman abilities / has fought in a tourney / a lover of fighting / a hater of fighting / cowardly / reckless / strategic / uses underhanded tricks / renowned for their skill / trained / untrained / keeps skills a secret / won a battle / lost a battle / ruthless / merciful

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[doctorfiction]

Are there certain injuries that are more commonly seen in young women abused by their boyfriends?

You will notice that this posting consists of a single entry. I had already chosen 3 questions for this week’s posting when this appeared in my inbox. As you know, my answers are generally infused with a fair dose of whimsy.

I felt this question deserved a forum of its own undiluted by humor. Fear not, the 3 previously chosen questions will appear next week.

It is my fervent hope that the inspiration for this question is purely literary.

One of the most common misconceptions is to limit the concept of abuse to physical violence. Abuse springs from a desire to control. The perpetrator accomplishes this task through a combination of physical, emotional, social and financial gambits.

 I will answer the question with a most disheartening fictional  Emergency Room encounter.

As I am a writer, talking to other writers, I have exercised poetic license. The patient presented here is a fictitious amalgam of partner abuse injuries I have treated in the Emergency Department. My hope is that this will both answer the question and further raise awareness of this epidemic.

The post is quite long but please bear with me and read it all. I hope it will both educate and aid in the literary treatment of this epidemic issue.

Abbreviations: CC/chief complaint, HPI/ History of Present Illness, ROS/Review of Systems, PMHx/Past Medical History, CM/ current medications, PSHx/Past Surgical History, Imaging/ (X-ray, CT, MRI, Ultrasound), Dx: Diagnosis, and TX. If you are “getting all medical” in your story, the format shown below adds great credibility, allowing you to present information for discussion without appearing as an “info-dump.”

Physical examination was as follows: Pertinent POSITIVES are in bold

23 NOV 20XX

CC: L leg pain, headache and chest wall pain.

HPI: A 22-year-old female sits on the exam table. She is accompanied by her 25-year-old boyfriend. The boyfriend is bent over and whispering in her ear. She is nodding. They separate and he half smiles when I enter the room with a nurse.

The patient has swelling and yellow-brown bruising about the left eye. Although it is a hot summer evening, she is wearing a long-sleeve blouse, jeans, and socks. Her partner is wearing cut-offs, short-sleeve T-shirt and steel-toe work boots with gray socks.

She c/o Left lower leg pain, left upper arm pain, right rib pain made worse with deep breathing, abdominal pain without nausea and headache with blurred vision on left. She states that she sustained the injuries when she tripped over a rug and fell onto a “coffee table.” She denies LOC. (loss of consciousness) She also complains of left lower leg pain, worsened by weight-bearing. She c/o low abdominal pain associated with fall. Her partner interjects, stating that she can be clumsy and fell off the front porch 2 months prior sustaining arm, chest head injury. She denies ETOH (alcohol.) The nurse tells her she looks familiar. The patient responds that she was in the E.D. a couple of months ago after “falling off the front porch.” Her partner laughs and volunteers that she’s a bit clumsy. The patient is crying, appears deferential and stares at the floor during history.

 ROS: Positive for Head trauma with pain and swelling about R eye. Blurred vision R eye. A headache. Right side chest pain worse with deep breathing, and pain mid-portion L upper arm. Abdominal pain. Increased frequency of urination. Fatigue. Irregular infrequent menses. (LMP 4 months prior)

PMHx: Depression with Anxious Mood

            Second Trimester Abortion secondary to fall

            Abdominal Pain/chronic of unknown etiology

            Fracture Right Wrist after fall

 OB-GYN: G2/P0/Spontaneous AB2 (2 pregnancies, no births, 2 non-medically induced abortions)

CM: Prozac 20mg daily

PSHx:

D&C after traumatic abortion

Open Reduction and Internal Fixation Right Wrist Fracture

Social: Patient states she feels safe at home when queried.

Negative ETOH or illicit drug usage. 3 cigarettes per day

The nurse gives the patient a gown for the examination and asks the boyfriend and me to step out. He is reluctant but complies.

In the hall, the E.R. clerk hands me an EDie. report on the patient.

An EDie report is a computer-generated list of every emergency department visit to any E.R. for a given patient in a given time period.

The patient’s Edie reveals she has had nine visits in the past 12 months. Five visits have been for musculoskeletal “fall” trauma, two for abdominal pain, and one for anxiety. The clerk pulls me aside and states that the patient’s partner has had two E.D. visits in the past year, one for injuries sustained in a fight at work and another for evaluation after an arrest for driving while intoxicated.

When I question the partner regarding the patient’s repeated fall injuries, he states again that she falls a lot, becomes visibly agitated and says he has to go outside for a smoke.

Exam:

General: Patient alert and oriented x 3. No acute physical distress.

Head: Scaring of eardrums, L>R consistent with childhood ear infections vs healed traumatic rupture from blunt trauma. Questionable Left hemotympanum (blood behind the eardrum.) Obvious dental caries (tooth decay) in upper and lower molars. Chipped teeth: Right upper central incisor upper and Left lower canine.

Neck: Trachea midline, neck veins flat, Tenderness with Range of Motion. Generalized tenderness with palpation, no spinous tenderness. Blue-green fingertip bruising noted, one left, three right at the level of the trachea. (strangulation injury either “throttling or near strangulation to establish control)

Heart: Rate 102 and regular, without murmur.

Chest/Back: Lungs clear to auscultation without quiet areas. Black-blue fingertip bruising left breast. Multiple areas of bruising. Bright erythema (redness) with underlying edema noted of anterolateral aspect R ribs 5-7. Significant tenderness and crepitus (grating or crackling) over the affected area with inspiration. No tenderness or crepitus or step-off noted on spinal exam. Numerous bruises L/R chest and back. These cover the spectrum, ranging from Black-Blue-Green-Yellow and Brown.

Abdomen: Non-distended, non-tympanic with positive bowel sounds. The uterus is non -palpable. There is a large area of erythema noted in the suprapubic area with associated tenderness. A single circular 4mm burn with eschar is noted 7.5cmm inferior to the umbilicus.

Genital/Pelvic: Deferred at patient request (follow-up ob-gyn exam to be scheduled) Upper Extremities: No gross deformity. Warm and well perfused with good bilateral peripheral pulses. Fingertip erythema noted over mid-portion Left Humerus. Numerous areas of fingertip bruising. As with back and chest, these range from black to brown. Right extremity and balance of left extremity have a similar appearance. In addition, there are a total of 9 (4 right arm and 5 left arm) 5mm circular scars (cigarette burns) consistent with old healed 2nd-degree burn.

Lower Extremities: Warm and well perfused with good bilateral peripheral pulses. No gross deformity, no shortening or external rotation of leg when supine. SLR (Straight-Leg-Raise) negative left and right. Again, numerous bruises of various colors left and right over the Anterior Tibia. Abrasion and erythema with underlying edema (swelling) and tenderness left mid anterior tibia. No crepitus.

Neurological: Cranial and Spinal Nerves intact by exam. Gait not tested until post-X-ray due to painful weight-bearing.

Psyche: Cooperative, minimally conversational with direct query. Flat affect with overt signs of Depression with Anxious Mood

Labs:

1)Urine HCG (pregnancy test) negative

 2) Urinalysis 2+blood and numerous WBC (white blood cells), with numerous motile trichomonads (trichomoniasis)

3) CBC, CMP WNL (Within Normal Limits)

 Imaging:

1) Head CT w/o contrast: small 2 mm LEFT tempo-parietal subdural hematoma. No other acute pathology but there is scattered parenchymal (brain tissue) scarring consistent with old microbleeds. No facial/nasal/orbital fractures seen.

 2)Left Tibia/Fibula X-ray: No acute bony or soft tissue abnormality seen. Evidence of old, healed nondisplaced fracture anterior tibia.

 3)Left Humerus X-ray: spiral fracture mid humeral shaft with no angulation and good apposition.

 4)Chest X-ray with Right Rib detail: Acute nondisplaced fractures right ribs 3-5. Old rib fractures noted in various states of healing R ribs 3,5,6 and L ribs 4-7. No pneumothorax, no acute cardiopulmonary process.

 DX: 1) Traumatic Subdural Hematoma

       2)Abdominal Contusion

       3)Contusion Left Tibia

       4) Spiral Fracture

       5) Nondisplaced fractures R ribs 3-5

       6) Trichomoniasis

       7) Amenorrhea

       8) Acute on Chronic Depression

 *****Symptom Cluster suggestive of Domestic Abuse*****

 Consult: Social Services

              Hospital Administration on Call

              Hospital Security

 Additional History: Patient is presented with diagnosis and informed of concerns regarding potential abuse scenario. Patient denies abuse and asks to see her partner. Security is sent to the parking area to retrieve partner. When security approaches partner’s vehicle, he speeds from the parking lot.

 When the patient is informed of partner’s departure, she becomes tearful and agrees to update history.

 Patient and partner were introduced at a local bar and began dating three years prior. Both shared a common bond of having dropped out of high school. Her partner was a laborer at a local scrapyard. Patient clerked at a local department store while taking night courses to finish high school. She admits to social drinking while her partner was a moderate to heavy drinker given to occasional binging. They moved in together and shared rent until he told her he would leave unless she quit her job and high school completion courses. When the patient’s family complained, he forbid her to have personal or telephone contact with her family. Her partner was involved in a physical altercation at work and was taken to the E.R. for treatment of injuries. Employer mandated testing was positive for alcohol and cannabis, at which point he was discharged from his job. At this point, he increased his alcohol intake and began an escalating pattern of abuse. He forced her to sell her car to pay rent, utilities, and grocery expense but placed the proceeds in his checking account. At this point, the patient informed her partner that she was pregnant and he beat her violently for the first time. Punching her repeatedly in the abdomen until she passed out from pain. The patient subsequently miscarried. Patient packed clothes and was leaving with a friend. Partner blocked driveway and tearfully apologized. Over the protests of her friend, she agreed to remain with him. Partner encouraged her to take a cleaning job at a local business but confiscated her checks forcing her to bring peanut butter sandwiches to work for her lunch. He refuses to allow dental visits due to cost and forbids the use of oral contraceptives because it will encourage her to be promiscuous at work. When she returns home from work and finds him in bed with a female neighbor, he states that he did it to show her what would happen if she were unfaithful. Shortly thereafter, the patient developed a frothy malodorous vaginal discharge, itching and pain with intercourse.

 Emergency Department TX:

I.V. of normal saline @ 100ml/hr

Flagyl 500mg PO (by mouth) for Trichomonal Vaginitis

Splinting, sling left arm for Humeral Fracture

Consults: Presented patient history and physical to Hospitalist at a tertiary medical center. Documented acceptance of patient and arranged transport.

Disposition: Patient is transferred by ALS Ground (Advanced Life Support Ambulance) to tertiary care medical center where she was admitted to Neuro-Surgery for observation of her brain bleed with consults to Orthopedics, Ob-Gyn, and Social Services.

 Notification of local law enforcement regarding high index suspicion of domestic assault

The fictitious chart above is NOT an exaggeration:

 Physical Injuries:

 U.S. Department of Health and Human Services reports that domestic violence is the cause of more injuries in women ages 15 to 44 than all other injuries combined with more than 1 million women per year seeking care in the E.D. One fourth of these women will require admission, and greater than one in ten will require major medical treatment. Nearly 4 million women are beaten in their homes every year. ONE IN FOUR women will experience domestic violence in her lifetime.

 The above patient has evidence of significant physical abuse.

 Bruises: direct trauma to the skin appears first as a bright red area and over the course of a 10- day period the color of the injury progresses from black to brown as noted above. This allows the injury to be aged. Numerous bruises of different colors indicate a pattern of continuing abuse.

Fingertip bruises are a result of the very common grasp injuries used to control the abused woman.

 Burns: numerous 4mm circular injuries/scars in various states of healing indicate cigarette burns. These are commonly inflicted as punishment. Arm burns are common. Burns near the genitalia establish complete dominance and maximum humiliation.

 Head Trauma: You will recognize the epidural hematoma from a previous posting. The patient’s Head CT also showed evidence of scaring indicating a pattern of repeated blows to the head over time. The eardrum scars revealed blows forceful enough to cause rupture of the eardrum. The patient has several chipped teeth indicating repeated blows to the mouth over time.

 Fractures: The X-rays Physical exam revealed an old nasal bone and septal fracture. Multiple rib fractures both new and in various states of healing support ongoing abuse. The spiral fracture of the Humerus (upper arm bone) is a result of grasping and rotational stress and is a classic abuse fracture. The fingertip erythema (fresh injury) combined with this fracture is considered abuse until proven otherwise. The healing/healed fractures on the patient’s tibia (shin) suggest she has been struck repeatedly with a hard object (steel toe boots or a club of some kind.)

 Abdominal Injury: The blows to the abdomen represent the abuser’s attempt to terminate a perceived pregnancy due to the patient’s lack of menstrual cycle.

 Emotional Abuse:

 The effects of emotional abuse, while invisible, are no less devastating. Abused women have a markedly increased incidence of substance abuse including smoking. Low self-esteem and a feeling of hopelessness lead to loss of educational, relationship, and educational opportunities. Abused women have a fivefold increased risk of anxiety and depression.

Financial Abuse:

 The abuser generally denies the woman access to finances which restricts access to dental/health care, work-appropriate clothing and personal care items necessary to secure quality employment.

Social Abuse:

 The abuser generally restricts access to family, friends, social outings and even media information to limit the possibility of abuse exposure.

General Health Abuse:

 Abusers generally engage in behavior which can have profound negative effects on the abused woman. A preponderance of abusers lack even a high school diploma and consider an educated or trained female a threat. Even the educated abuser fears the empowerment of a woman with a marketable skill. Generally speaking, domestic abusers are substance abusers exposing the woman to the hazards of their impaired driving, the violence of their drug suppliers, and the ramifications of their frequent brushes with law enforcement. The “risk-taking” behavior of the abuser will also frequently put the woman at risk for both minor and serious sexually transmitted disease.

Women at greatest risk for injury from domestic violence include those with male partners who abuse alcohol or use drugs, are unemployed or intermittently employed, have less than a high-school education, and are former husbands, estranged husbands, or former boyfriends of the women. 

Having said this, there are lawyers who beat their Ph.D. wives, physicians who manipulate their girlfriends, college professors who take advantage of their students, and politicians, actors and director/producers who use their power to exploit women.

 I hope this response will further heighten awareness of this epidemic and as a positive side effect provide some insight in depicting these characters in your writing.

 Thank you for your indulgence. I promise next week’s trio of postings will be a return to Doctor Fiction’s usual mixture of banter, brilliance, and bullshit.

The Doctor is In. Want to ask a question? Read the guidelines first.

[antoine-roquentin]

'Red scarves' protest as France's 'yellow vest' movement splinters 

Some 10,000 people wearing red scarves marched through Paris on Sunday to protest acts of violence and vandalism on the sidelines of anti-government demonstrations by the largely peaceful "yellow vest" movement.

The "red scarves" demonstration came amid growing divisions around the 11-week-old "yellow vest" phenomenon, which has led to rioting in Paris and other cities, exposed deep discontent with President Emmanuel Macron and prompted national soul-searching.

Protest damage to the Arc de Triomphe monument in Paris in December was a turning point for many of the counter-protesters at Sunday's march.

"We don't share all the demands expressed by the 'yellow vest' movement, for instance demands about overthrowing the government, brutalizing institutions," Laurent Segnis, a member of Macron's centrist Republic on the Move party, said.

Others lamented their sense that the "yellow vest" movement — which appeared in mid-November as a grassroots response to a fuel tax rise — is radicalizing as it approaches February.

except it’s the french state that appears to be doing most of the damage

Use of Force in France’s ‘Yellow Vest’ Protests Fuels Anger

There has been particular outrage at serious injuries caused by rubber balls, about the size of golf balls, that the police fire at demonstrators with specially made guns — wounds that have made headlines for weeks. Among Western European countries, experts say, only France and Northern Ireland use such tools.

The latest controversy erupted on Saturday, when Jérôme Rodrigues, a well-known figure in the movement, suffered an eye injury as he was streaming live video on Facebook of a protest in Paris. Before he was hit, he warned that hard-left agitators were fomenting violence, and advised demonstrators to disperse.

Mr. Rodrigues and his lawyer said he had been hit by both a rubber ball and a “dispersal grenade,” which explodes and sprays smaller rubber pellets.

“He will be handicapped for life,” the lawyer, Philippe de Veulle, told BFMTV. “It is a tragedy for him and his family.”

Since violent clashes began in November, 11 people have died, and 1,900 protesters and 1,200 law enforcement officers have been injured, according to the Interior Ministry. Independent counts by the newspaper Libération and the journalist David Dufresne say that 109 protesters have been seriously injured, including 18 who have become blind in one eye and four who have lost a hand.

“We weren’t afraid of the police, but this has changed,” said Fiorina Lignier, a 20-year-old philosophy student who lost an eye at a Yellow Vest protest in Paris on Dec. 8. “They are more offensive, more repressive, blind in their actions.”

A rubber ball “rips the skin apart and can fracture the bones, as if someone had been violently hit with a truncheon,” said Chloé Bertolus, a facial surgeon at the Pitié-Salpêtrière hospital in Paris, who said she and her team had operated on at least 16 wounded protesters.

Christian Mouhanna, a sociologist at the National Center for Scientific Research, said the use of force had profound implications for opinions of the police, whose harshest tactics were applied in minority communities and to people on the political fringes.

“Through the Yellow Vests protests, many working or middle-class French, usually calm and mostly white, have discovered that in France, police violence can also target them,” he said. “The police have become the symbol of the government’s refusal to negotiate.”

[louisvilleaccidentdoctor-blog]

Treating Car Accident Injuries with Chiropractic Treatment

Car accidents are an issue and they are on the rise rather than decline. In fact, they are among the major causes of death in the US.

When they are not fatal, then they could cause major injuries and disabilities and most car accident rarely leave just a bruise or scratch except with several very lucky people.

The Federal Highway Administration submitted data of a staggering 6,420,000 car accidents in the US in 2005 which led to 2.9 million injuries and 42,636 deaths.

The disturbing truth is that these cases have been on the rise rather than decline every year meaning besides lost lives, there are an incredible number of those who have to endure the struggle of coping with Injury.

Common Injuries rising From the Car Accident

A vehicle crash may cause injuries anywhere however many forms of injuries seem more recurrent than others. If an injury occurs on the facial skin or head, it is likely to be scratches, bruises, lacerations and loss or damage to dentures. Whiplashes, strains, sprains, fractures and disc injuries are normal in the neck, shoulders, arms, mid and low back. With back injuries where in actuality the sensitive spine is found, frequently seen injuries are cervical, thoracic and lumbar spine injury, disc injury as well as sprains, fractures, and strains. With lower-body injuries to the leg, knee, and foot, victims often suffer ligament injury, knee and foot injury in addition to fractures, strains, sprains and dislocation.

 Medical Attention

 A car accident is recognized as a crisis and so victims are likely to be rushed to hospital in an endeavor to truly save their lives. Here, medical attention is likely to be administered by a medical doctor who may prescribe pain medication, x-rays and perhaps surgery when it is deemed to be necessary.

Alternatively, the victim can receive emergency treatment and undergo tests and examinations to assess their injuries. It could be found that they have suffered damage to the musculoskeletal. That is in which a chiropractor comes in.

Treating Car Injuries With Chiropractic Treatment

A chiropractor specializes in treating muscles and joints with an emphasis on the spine. Their way of treatment is holistic. Also, it is a hands-on kind of treatment.

Chiropractors work by making gentle adjustments to the spine, and they might recommend physiotherapy and might be even therapeutic massage to recondition muscles and ligaments which may have suffered injury.

Some car accident victims who have sought the services of a chiropractor have reported that this kind of treatment has been quite effective in recovering from their injuries rather than treatment with medical drugs and physical therapy alone. That is specifically for those who have suffered soft tissue and whiplash injuries.

Another advantageous asset of using chiropractic treatment after a car accident is a chiropractor may have the ability to detect injuries that have been not acquired soon after an accident. Whenever a person faces a situation such as an incident, your body's reflexes put the human body in defense mode. One of the ways the human body tries to safeguard itself is by producing hormones called endorphins which are natural painkillers. Once these hormones get going, a hurt person might not feel pain and might not recognize that they have suffered an injury. An examination by a chiropractor is therefore recommended as a precaution despite being attended to by a medical doctor.

Some car accident victims also complain of persistent pain despite long periods of continued prescription drug use or during physical therapy sessions. This might happen because the usage of drugs may mask the pain but it does not look after the root of the issue and that is in which a chiropractor can save the situation by doing an examination to spot the particular part of injury and then apply zoned-in treatment to this area.

[blasphemousherald]

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻

repost,  don’t reblog !

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME.      nuva lavellan PRONUNCIATION.       ( NOO-va ) ( la-VELL-ahn )  NICKNAME.       nova, freckles, clover GENDER.         fem HEIGHT.   5′6″ AGE. 27 at the beginning of inquisition ZODIAC.         silentir / cancer SPOKEN LANGUAGES. trade tongue, elvish (eldirthe)

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR.       strawberry blonde. EYE COLOR.        vibrant, anchor green SKIN TONE.         fair, covered in freckles and often sunburnt BODY TYPE.          ectomorph// trouble gaining muscle and fat, as a result, v/ lean and small.  ACCENT.         free marcher dalish, usually tries to use a more neutral accent now ( thicker irish accent in her youth ) VOICE.         DOMINANT HAND.         ambidextrous, right leaning POSTURE.         tends to make herself smaller than she is SCARS.         many facial scars from a dog mauling, slice along jawline/cheek from a blade, linear scarring at the back of her head from a skull fracture, burn patch on her hip from an abomination, discoloured patch beneath her knee from a compound fracture, stretch marks over stomach and breasts from childbirth TATTOOS.         deep blue mythal vallaslin, full forehead BIRTHMARKS.        freckles everywhere MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).       freckles, big and bright eyes (with their cat-like pupils), big pointed ears, vallaslin, facial scars. basically, her face is pretty recognisable. oh, and also the anchor. 

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH.         in a valley near hercinia HOMETOWN.         none BIRTH WEIGHT.        5lbs, 20z BIRTH HEIGHT.          14 in MANNER OF BIRTH.         natural birth, long and difficult with a rough labour.  FIRST WORDS.         mama  SIBLINGS.         none PARENTS.         seralahna (mother) and alahren (father, recently passed)  PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT.         over protective and doting, her father especially. she was the only child they were ever able to concieve and thus, made them extra protective of her. her father was especially protective as he recognised the same “fade-mindedness” that her mother has, and this only increased after her involvement with thomas.

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION.         inquisitor in default verse / healer in companion / tattoo artist in modern thedas CURRENT RESIDENCE.          skyhold  CLOSE FRIENDS.         arissa and lialora (healers in clan lavellan), elorra (second mage), felhren (a hunter), @pelle-lavellan, dorian, cassandra, cullen, solas, cole RELATIONSHIP STATUS.          none FINANCIAL STATUS.         honestly, as inquisitor it’s probably not bad. DRIVER’S LICENSE.      no, she’d rather walk places ( in modern ) CRIMINAL RECORD.         n/a VICES.        reckless and impatient with poor self control. has issues with classic dalish stubbornness and pride. swears a lot. acts without thinking, and doesn’t always consider how others might feel about her actions. has a habit of masking her emotions & hiding when she’s upset. 

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.         bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION.         biromantic PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE.       submissive |  dominant |  switch. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.       submissive  |  dominant  |  switch. LIBIDO.         doesn’t usually express much of a libido until she takes an interest in someone. tends to be in the mid-range. TURN ON’S.         humour // muscles // compassion // strong ethics & morality // practicality TURN OFF’S.        arrogance // cruelty // greed // injustice LOVE LANGUAGE. words of love (primary), touch & gifts (secondary). she often has doubts going through her head, and so hearing the reasons that someone cares can be greatly impactful on her. likewise, she’s not afraid to wax poetic about her loved ones; she loves to talk. touch and gifts are lesser so than words, but she definitely does enjoy casual touches and will often surprise a s.o with a random gift.  RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.       in the early stages of a romance she’s more likely to be uncertain of herself. she wants to express herself and her affections but she knows that she can sometimes be intense so rather than scare them off she tends to keep all but the most demure to herself. this eventually gives way to a sort of release where all her bubbly nature comes out at once, because if this doesn’t scare them off (unintentionally) then nothing will, before finally giving way to something a bit more... mature? still goofy and dorky with a tendency towards wordplay, but not as silly and childish as before. she’s more comfortable. in relationships she tends to give little gifts when she comes across something that they might like -- flowers, sweets, whatever. she also tends to want to spend a lot of time with them, expressing herself in long rambles and gentle touches. and expect plenty of puns when it comes to her. 

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.      i’ve never really been able to pick one, but i guess FOREST // TWENTY-ONE PILOTS isn’t bad for her.  HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.         she spends far more time than one may expect in the skyhold garden, cultivating the herbs. she also spends a lot of time on her art. MENTAL ILLNESSES.      adhd, anxiety, a history of depression, dyslexia PHYSICAL ILLNESSES.         chronic migraines, hyperemesis gravidarum in pregnancy LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED.     right brained     PHOBIAS.   she has a lot of different fears but the only ones that could really be classified as a phobia is a fear of failure. of those around her dying because she wasn’t good enough. also, a fear of drowning / asphyxiation.  SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.   very poor.        VULNERABILITIES.        she’s got quite a few. she’s very sensitive about certain aspects of her past and when a child is in danger she’s pretty likely to lose her shit. likewise, she’s super protective over her family and about preserving what little is left of elvhen culture. however, those vulnerabilities (family, culture, children) is likely to make her fight harder. otherwise, she considers herself rather stupid and gets overwhelmed when surrounded by a lot of people in an uncomfortable or unfamiliar space. 

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[beardycarrot]

When it came to making my character for South Park: The Fractured But Whole, I briefly considered making myself... buuuut, despite the game having a robust selection of facial hair to unlock, your character is supposed to be nine years old. I dunno, but playing as a kid who looks like this would be weird. Guess I’m playing as my backup character, Eiko.

The superhero costumes in this game are all fully cosmetic, you can freely mix-and-match the pieces, and you can make them whatever color you want, so on a whim I decided to take a screenshot every time Eiko got a new costume... which I will now chronicle, as if she’s an actual comic book character who’s seen several redesigns over the last century.

While Eiko went unnamed in her original appearance as a low-detail background character in Defective Comics #7, each of the heroes appearing in this issue were given identities by the artist.

The Sparking Lass, as she was known at the time, was given her own one-shot comic when her designer was approached for original character ideas. Her costume in this early appearance is widely regarded as “the default for the Blaster character class in this game”.

While the one-shot didn’t sell well enough for the publisher to pursue a serialized comic, the character and her burning hand beams were popular enough to regularly make cameo appearances in other comics. She was given a more fiery (but less glamorous, sidekick-like) costume to better match her abilities.

When The Sparking Lass finally received her own comic, she was given a technology-based backstory for her powers. Her costume was redesigned accordingly, and given a color scheme similar to her original appearance to step away from the “fire-based hero” theming.

While the new direction for the character was well-received, the publisher was eventually forced to close, selling off the rights to all of their IPs, and The Sparking Lass was reimagined as Spark Shadow. The combination of hood, straps, and small orange accents would become the character’s most well-known appearance.

Throughout the fifties and sixties, her design saw only small changes, like high-tech blasters added to her gloves.

What can I say, the Silver Age had a lot of minor changes to character designs.

Nobody’s quite sure why, but a decision was made to recolor the orange parts of her costume dark green. This change would carry on through most of her designs for the rest of the twentieth century.

In the seventies, Spark Shadow was redesigned as a femme fatale in a desperate attempt to  use a different body costume piece  bring in a new audience. “At least she still has the straps,” was a common concession.

The seventies also saw Spark Shadow’s inclusion in the Stupendous Chums cartoon series, where her cyborg pyromantic assassin abilities were dumbed down to “shoots lightning”.

While the Spark Shadow and Her Shining Friends cartoon series saw the return of a hooded design, the less said about it the better.

In the early eighties, Spark Shadow’s design was once again retooled for the tastes of modern audiences, with an emphasis on her cybernetic abilities.

During a multi-comic crossover event, her DNA was fused with Pantyra (a character introduced in the Shining Friends cartoon who was subsequently incorporated into the comics), giving her the Animal Instinct abilities originally seen in the cartoon.

As the Animal Instinct saga came to a close, Spark Shadow saw something of a return to form, sporting a costume featuring both a hood and straps.

Straps were big in the nineties, leading to what some would call an over-strapping of some characters’ designs. On the bright side, the orange was back.

Moving into the early 2000′s, the trend towards the dark and gritty popularized in the 90′s only became more pronounced. That, or I just wanted to use the darker orange, and it didn’t look very good with the brighter greens.

Nothing says mid-2000′s comic book character design like borrowing elements from the late eighties. Tactical combat vests for all!

Finally, we reach today. Using powder blue as a complimentary color in Spark Shadow’s new design was controversial, but there are only so many outfits in this game, and the last one that looked like it would fit even remotely with those that came before has a blue collar on it.

So, there you have it. I have no idea who might be reading this or why, but those are (almost) all of the costumes I used throughout The Fractured But Whole. There’s also an Assassin’s Creed costume from Ubisoft Club that I was super excited to unlock... but as it turns out, the jerks locked it down so that you can���t change the colors on it. I did end up using it for a while after adding the Assassin class to my character sheet, though.

[unholyhelbig]

Prompt- Beca is a human trying to finish college and hopefully move to LA with her friend Stacie. Chloe is a demon looking for some fun and ends up being smitten with the DJ.

[A/N: Alright… I may have gone too far with this one. But I was feeling it, and might continue feeling it for a mini-series.] 

She tilted her head back, letting the hot alcohol dribble past her lips. It wasn’t painful, not anymore. She could actually enjoy the taste- even if it made her throat tingle. The drink had a way of warming her, making her feel human in a routine that could be described as nothing more but mundane.

Chloe Beale had fallen into mankind perfectly; it was fun, at first, studying the way humans interacted with each other. How they melded into their own vices. Each human had a motive, she figured earlier on, some were better than others, but the driving focus was common; satisfaction.

In 1864 she had learned that people have differences. They fight when things get bad, and when freedoms are quelled. She also learned that it was easy for humans to turn on one another in a quick second. The difference between grey and blue still ringing thick in her ears to this very day.

In the early 1920’s she discovered that indulgence was a thing. That people would die for simple habits and drown their sorrows in extravagant parties and plastic little cards… the years after the 20’s, she recalled, were a simple and cold truth that left her desolate and lonely.  

During the 70’s Chloe figured that love was a thing human’s strive for. They would pull each other closer in the cold of Kansas City nights like the rancid scent of construction and garbage wasn’t clinging to their clothes. She watched from a distance as a man pulled his own coat away from his heavy frame before draping it over a woman who already carried her own fabric close.

It wasn’t until the late 90’s when she knew affection could be something more than just a simple touch here and there. That connection had something to do with wanting to stay tangled up in the silk sheets after a quick moment of pleasure. That it was not only okay but normal, to pull her partner closer after a hapless night of drinking.

Chloe also experienced an undeniable pain two years later- something she didn’t take lightly. It was nothing akin to hell, it was past the fire that she was forged from and the lessons that she had learned before. Something that licked at her hand with blue and cruel flames as her chest ached with a crazy edge of pain.

She missed her.

The bed was empty for a while, and so were the glass bottles that lined the shelves of her studio apartment somewhere in the Mid-West. She contemplated writing everything out in her dark kitchen. She would roll up the paper and slip it into one of the empty containers of old crow before throwing it into rolling waves that crashed into the sand. But she didn’t live near the ocean, so she scrapped that idea.

Today, Chloe knew she hadn’t only fallen into Mankind, she had stumbled into it full force.

The music from the club was pounding against the inside of her brain and beating close to her eardrums like every single inch of her was alive with the sound. She couldn’t even tell what song this was, or if it had even started out as something that carried a tune; not it morphed into a mess of pumps timed out to the strobe lights that hung from the ceiling.

She was more attune to lonely bars stranded high in the mountains. Ones that had a small glowing jukebox in the corner. The red and blue lights morphed into a pale violet against the peanut-shell-coated floor. It made drinking a hell of a lot easier when she could actually hear the sound of drowning out her thoughts.

Chloe supposed that this place was okay too.

It was in the depths of New Orleans. The French Quarter was wreaking with different forms of sage, and middle-aged tour guides shoving uncomfortable contacts into their eyes to give them a red sort of tint. Demons. She scoffed to herself each time she saw one of them- no class, but then again, here she was.

Chloe wiped her thumb against the corner of her lip, catching any drops that had found a way from her grasp. She didn’t find any, but it was a terrible habit. One that carried her into the night.

Spring Break was an easy time for her to fold into the madness.

It was almost as if she didn’t have to insight the chaos. It always started on its own. Her job as a harbinger of evil had decreased greatly as the world aged. Human’s found their own way to muck things up, to find accuse in every statement and draw their own attention to the fractures in society.

Tonight, she kept her eyes on the DJ stand. Not so much the man that held an obnoxiously large pair of headphones to the side of his head as he made sense of the jumbled beats. But the woman who looked on with disdain next to her.

She followed the dusky sightline that was interrupted with a few huffs here and there; a young thing that had deep chestnut hair falling over her slumped shoulders. She was dressed in black, almost blending into the night if it weren’t for the lit up white counter that shaded her sharp features like a full moon on a smog coated night.

The girl was tapping her fingers on the edge of her empty glass in annoyance. She almost canceled out the rest of her surroundings, Chloe tracing her own features without the woman looking up. She carried the same energy that Chloe tried to desperately to leave in the early 2000’s.

“Please tell me you didn’t drag yourself to a club to glare at an ex-boyfriend?” She said.

“Huh?” The woman snapped her eyes to Chloe’s. Blue matching even bluer. “Oh, no- I”

She contemplated explaining herself, her bottom lip snagged against her teeth. She raked her eyes up Chloe’s frame, the tight-fitting jeans and equally as snug white t-shirt that clung to the woman. It was simple, a leathered jacket rolled up at the sleeves to protect from the cold air meant to balance the heat of a dance floor.

“I would never date someone who mixes music like this” She concluded, waving her hand in the air “I don’t care that we’re in New Orleans. This much trumpet is a crime.”

Chloe scoffed, barely heard over the music as she lifted her empty glass and clinked it with the stranger. She was careful not to let her hand brush against exposed skin. It wasn’t dangerous, not in the sense that this woman would fall to her demise as twelve years bad luck plagued her every waking moment.

The woman offered up a snide smile, dipping her chin slightly. “You don’t look like you’re having much fun.”

“Oh, me?” She raised her brow “This is three drink, Chloe. You have to stick around until I hit the five-drink mark. That girl is a boatload of fun.”

“Is she now?” The stranger called over the blasting music. She almost cringed as her words ripped at her throat. “Well, does three drink Chloe know somewhere quieter to get a buzz?”

In fact, she did. She knew the city like the back of her hand. It had grown immensely in the time she had been planted on this earth. The brick buildings reached to the starry skies as twinkling lights stretched across alleyways. It gave New Orleans the distinct advantage of being stuck so solemnly in time. Aging in its own sense when it came to the nightclub scene, but still carrying the legend and charm.

She lifted her chin and made the move to stand up. This woman followed almost too willingly. She had been nursing her own drink, that much clear by the way her attention focused so fully on the sound instead of the prowess of getting wasted.

There was an immediate heir of calm the second they walked from the club. A line still wrapped around the brick edge, and a bouncer eyed them silently- but it was nothing Chloe hadn’t grown used to. Her ears were ringing, and her breath was prominent in the night air.

A brass trumpet plugged with a silencer echoed its own rendition of jazz. The sound bounced off the bricks as Chloe let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding onto. She could see the girl more clearly, memorize her facial features and take in the pure beauty of her when not under the harsh lights of the club.

“God, talk about a way to get a headache.” She brought her fingers delicately up to her temple, her voice softer now. “This is a lot better-I” Again, she stilled, flicking her eyes up. “I’m sorry.”

She knit her eyebrows together, lilting her head to the side as she closed her eyes. Chloe watched. It wasn’t like she was enjoying the silence. Instead, she was placing something, something over the dull buzz of excited teenagers ready to produce their fake ID to a man that had a neck tattoo.

“It’s Blue in Green,” Chloe finally said, a bit of a smile pulling at her lips.

“Miles Davis,” She got an excited look in her eyes as she rocked back and forth on her heels. The song had escaped her, the trumpet calling her name, it’s brass interworking nothing to overlook. The stranger swallowed thickly “That was rude of me, I just… I knew there was a reason I liked New Orleans.”

“You have an ear for music.” She said.

“If you could dare call it that.” The woman glowered, breathing in as the street performer drew out his notes. “Want to get a closer look?”

Chloe nodded, short and sweet. She would love nothing more, finding herself once again listening to the sounds of her footfalls against the near-empty streets of a city paused. Mankind was quiet tonight- quiet and loud all at once.    

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