#rope burn

[whump-captain]

For the whump art requests, I don't have a specific character (you can pick uwu), but can I ask for rope burn/ligature marks?

rope marks?? of course absolutely certainly definitely

[ID in alt]

[music-catalogue]

[redconejo]

my headcanon of how a young John met Arthur

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

dislocated & whimper + daero or shae?

from this list!

sorry it took a while. I'm not 100% back writing wise yet. Or even 50% really :')

Content Warnings: tiny whump, failed escape attempt, falling from a height, dislocated joints, capture

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In his hurried escape from a human's garage, Shae abandons all caution or sense. The faerie scrambles through the clutter of an old wooden shelf, dodging tools and containers, heading towards a small, partly open window

A sudden splinter pierces his bare feet and Shae topples forward into a messy pile of twine. Thinking he's been caught, he struggles and thrashes, and in doing so only tangles his little limbs further.

Hurry, gotta hurry...he'll be back at any moment...

Shae gives up trying to free himself and continues his frantic dash to freedom, stumbling the whole way. The twine goes with him, all but a knotted loop at the end that catches on a nail in the wood.

At the last moment, just as he's about to reach the window sill, Shae stumbles. Instead of dropping out through the window, he finds himself falling down through a gap between the shelf and the wall.

The tangle of string around his body catches him at the edge for just a moment. One small moment of hope before it unwinds, sending Shae spiraling downward like a yo-yo. He can't even brace himself.

Mere inches before impact the loose twine runs out and snaps taut. The places where it is looped around the faerie's limbs tighten and end his fall abruptly.

The sharp and sudden stop knocks the breath from him. At the same time there are multiple pops accompanied by bursts of pain in both shoulders and one hip. It's so much, so fast, so painful, that he can't catch his breath again and passes out.

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That was hours ago.

Shae is awake now, and desperately wishes he wasn't.

"There you are."

The low voice rumbles far too close; the human's shadow blocks out the light from the open door.

A large hand reaches for him. It closes around him and pulls. The twine strains but doesn’t snap.

Shae feels like he might snap. The low simmering pain in his swollen joints rages. His mouth falls open. He can’t - can’t breathe - 

When the human finally pulls him free Shae is dizzy with pain and nearly blacks out again. His limbs dangle limp from the man’s grip, adorned with rings of rope burn.

With what little breath he has he tries to beg for mercy, for gentleness...but all that comes out is a whimper.

[jedi-lothwolf]

Whumpril Day 3: Rope Burn/"Hold Still."

Fandom: Sta Wars The Bad Batch

Note: Spoilers for season 2 episode 16. This story will make more sense if you have watched it.

Summary: The remaining members of the batch go on a mission on a mountain. Wrecker ends up on a ledge below the other two.

  Tech had insisted that the Bad Batch kept rope on board the Marauder. At first they never understood why. Their cables should be enough right?

    Now Wrecker stood on a tiny, week ledge. They had lost the cables earlier during their mission. Echo had gotten the other two to help with rebel missions while they searched for Omega and Crosshair. The Rebels may be able to aid in finding them and they needed the help.

    The rope had been tried around Wrecker's waist so he couldn't fall. As the ridge started to crumble Hunter prepared to pull him up. However the rocks gave way before any of them excepted them to and Wrecker was dangling.

    Rope slid quickly through Hunter's hands. "Echo!"

    Echo slid in and grabbed the rope and dug his feet into the edge of the ledge the other two stood on. "Hold on Wrecker! Don't look down!"

    "I don't plan on it!" Wrecker responded. The two started to pull Wrecker up. Echo noted that hits of red appeared on the light tan of the rope.

    Hunter was so focused on saving Wrecker that he didn't hear the cracking of their own ledge until it was too late. Now all three fell. They landed on a another part of the mountain below them.

    Hunter woke up first. He sat up slowly and quickly moved over to Wrecker. He was closer to him. The leader assessed the other's injuries and then moved to check on Echo.

    When Echo woke up the first thing he saw was the sky. The blue that previously filled the canvas was painted over by black. The white dots of light looked beautiful. Then the pain from the fall hit him.

    Hunter came into view. The cyborg tried to sit up but was pushed softly back to the ground. "Hold still."

    Hold still? Why did he need to hold still? What was wrong? "What's going on?" Asked Echo.

    "You're alright. Just stay still." A shard of rock rested in the man's side. Unsure if Echo would panic Hunter reframed from telling him. He grabbed some bandages and started to wrap the rock in place. Taking it out right now was a terrible idea. None of them knew what to do for this kind of injury. Tech typically handled this stuff.

     Echo held still. He hated every second of it. "How's Wrecker?"

    "He's alright."

    "And how are you?" It was the first time Echo had finally really looked to see if Hunter was okay. Blood had flowed from some injury on his head. The crimson liquid mixed with hair and made in stick to the side of his face. His eyes and face relayed the message that he was in pain, even if Hunter's voice hid it well.

    "I'm fine." 

    As Hunter finished attending to Echo's injuries he heard Wrecker stir. Once finished he walked back over to Wrecker and asked if he needed anything. He responded with "no" and sat up.

    Hunter sat between the two and finally looked at his own injuries. Looking at his hands he understood why treating his brothers wounds hurt so much. The man's hands had been torn up by the rope; his thin, cloth gloves tattered. Moving them hurt more than he realized. Luckily other then his head the clone had no other major injuries. The brothers stayed the night on the ledge.

    In the morning Wrecker would take Echo back to the Marauder and meet Hunter back at the ridge they rested on with medical supplies and a rag. Gently the large man cleaned his brothers face off and got some of the blood out of his hair. After that, despite Hunter's protest, he would clean and wrap his hands.

    The men finished the mission in spite of their condition. In the back of all of their heads stabbed the question of why they survived the fall while Tech never stood a chance. It was a shorter way down and they all knew it but I just didn't seem fair.

    Back on the Marauder that three set off with a new piece of information for the Rebels and for themselves. Now they were one step closer to finding Omega and Crosshair.

   @whumpril

[listentothistrackbitch]

Big mood

[kira-angel24]

Febuwhump 2024 Day 5

Rope Burn

"Hey, Crow? What's going... Hey! Let him go!"

"Can't do that little one."

"Agh! I won't let you! Father! Please! Help.. ph!"

Total ran deeper into the brush. "Hold on Pittoo! I'm coming!" Electricity flowing through his muscles, he tore through the forest. "Hey! Let them go!" He found the twins tied up and a group of people standing around them. All wearing the same faceless mask and black uniforms.

Total drew his sword, sparks flying of the blade. Two of the figures drew their own swords and charged at him. He moved away with ease as they struck at him. They fell to the ground as Total struck them on their backs. He kept dodging and knocking everyone away as he drew closer to the twins. He turned to find all of the figures on the ground. "Don't worry you two, I'm here." Total put his sword away and ran over to them.

"Mm!" Pittoo's eyes widened and she pulled against the rope. Crow followed suit, the gag muffled his words.

"What's wrong? Are you... agh!" He grunted as he was slammed into the ground. Total winced and quickly tried to grab his sword. His hands were pinned to the ground as someone stood over him. "Who are you?"

"That's none of your concern." Total fought to free his hands. "The more you struggle the more force we'll have to use."

"Don't touch my children!" He ripped his hand free and punched the figure's chest. Electricity flew out from Total's hand, the masked human fell to the ground, and the twins watched in shock. He panted pulled himself up. "Come on let's get you two out of here." He quickly pulled out his sword and cut the rope.

"Father!" Pittoo wrapped her arms around his neck tightly.

"It's okay," he held her and pulled Crow in closer. "I've got you two. Are either of you hurt?" They both checked their wrists and limbs. Pittoo whinced as she touched up and down her arms. "It's okay, you just have a little rope burn. We'll get it treated when we get back. Let's go."

[wtftaylr]

some 'on the boat back from fortification hill' goofs. This looks like the beginning of a beautiful one-sided friendship

[whywishesarehorses]

I am so, so proud of how this piece turned out. A tribute to the ranch life as lived in eastern Oregon today.

13"x9x, pyrography on basswood. Hardware installed for hanging; copper wire

For sale at $125, plus shipping

[eddie-redcliffe]

[linecrosser]

Febwhump 2024 - Day 5 - Rope Burns

back in the early days when MBJ only trusted SQH as far as the rope stretched...

[askcometcare]

[whump-about-it]

Constant Pain

@febuwhump Day 5: Rope Burns.

CW: angst, description of injuries, dissociation.

"Whumpee, those are never going to heal if you don't stop touching them."

Whumpee startled out of their mindless stupor to find Caretaker leaning on the door frame watching them with an expression of concern. Their eyes were flickering between Whumpee's sallow face and their hands, which they had in their lap, each picking absently at the scabbed rope burns on the opposite wrists.

"Sorry," Whumpee murmured and moved their hands to either side of their legs. This wasn't the first time Caretaker had caught them picking at the scabs, or the first time they had cautioned them about re-opening the wounds. "They just..."

Whumpee let their voice trail off. They couldn't tell Caretaker the rope burns still hurt. They couldn't explain why they hurt so much. Whumpee had so many other injuries that reasonably should have bothered them more. They couldn't put weight on one of their legs. There was a six inch gash in the back of their head that had required being stapled. Their were bruises around their neck had made breathing so uncomfortable that they had developed a chest infection by the time they were rescued. The welts on their back hadn't healed yet, and they couldn't move to much for fear of ripping the multitude of stitches all over their body. Yet, despite all of that, the rope burns, the most innocuous of their injuries, hurt the most.

Actually, that all made sense to Whumpee. When they had been rescued, Caretaker had told them Whumper had held them for a little over month. But it had felt like a year. Every day had been different. New pain. New torture. New fear. Nothing had remained the same day to day. Nothing Whumpee could look forward to or dreed. Not even food or water. In that whole time the only constant had been the rope. Their hands had been tied the whole time.

The rope burns had been Whumpee's first injuries. Their oldest and deepest. And the ones that they had cried over the most, hopelessly trying to wriggle their way out of their bonds and watching blood trickle into their useless hands. Of course those wounds hurt the most. But how were they supposed to say that? How were they supposed to explain in?

Whumpee nearly jumped out of their skin when Caretaker brushed their uninjured knee. They were now kneeling in front of Whumpee, looking even more concerned than they had before. Whumpee hadn't noticed they were dissociating again.

"Is everything okay?" Caretaker asked gently.

"Yes." Whumpee lied. "They itch. My wrists. They itch and I keep forgetting not to touch them."

"I know."

They both knew Caretaker was lying too.

[jessie-lou]

If you haven't seen this yet... see it now