#sprained ankle tw

[penandswords]

Rima is sitting with her ankle propped up. A nice little brace wrapped around it.

There's no pain anymore.

[skeletonpendeja]

I didn't think I was this out of shape

[chaotic-average-child]

getting back on my drawing slowly but surely ^^ here's an aleena

[sleepydolliez]

Ayyy guess who just got out of the er?!

Gotta walk around with these bad boys for a while

I just wanted to go to the kitchen to get my leftover brownies and I ended up in the er for 7 hours with a sprained ankle 😭

[pulledrounder]

Julien Baker, Go Home // Phoebe Bridgers, Chinese Satellite

[sneeg-snag]

thought about dnd character too hard and beefed it in the parking lot outside my house and sprained my ankle 😔

[in-love-with-writing-whump]

Save Me From The Storm: Part One/? - A Hypothermia Miniseries

*I want to make OCs specific to this miniseries, as none of my current OCs really fit these tropes the way I want them to. In a follow-up, I'll give them names with a key at the beginning including names & pronouns*

Whumpee frowned as the gray sky let a stray snowflake land on their face. They'd spent most of the morning out here in the woods, looking for that stupid bird's nest. A had wanted Whumpee to mark its location with flagging tape for them so they could find it again for surveys, as the last time they were out in the woods, A had gotten lost, and Caretaker had needed to send out a search party to find them.

Though as Whumpee looked around the forest, they couldn't blame them. This part of the woods was nearly impossible to navigate, and with the lack of sunlight, it was difficult to see which path led where.

Whumpee shook their head. This was getting pointless. The sky smelt like a storm, and they weren't one to ignore their instincts. They started making their way back towards the entrance of the forest.

They barely had time to scream as their ankle connected with the gnarled root, sending them sprawling to the ground. Their head collided with a small rock, the impact sending them reeling.

They blinked slowly, grimacing as they pressed a hand to their head. Their fingers came away bloody, and they winced at the flash of pain. Whumpee sat upright, struggling to stand. The moment they put weight on their ankle, they cursed filthily. They definitely sprained it, and they wouldn't be surprised if they did a number on their head too.

Using a nearby tree to help them up, they struggled to reorient themself. Which way had they come in again?

As the snow began to dust the forest floor, Whumpee found themself limping at an agonizing pace, occasionally calling out for Caretaker as their blood stained the white snow red.

***

A burst into Caretaker's room, eyes blown wide. "A, what is it?"

"I sent Whumpee our looking for that nest for me this morning, and they haven't come back yet."

Caretaker's heart skipped a beat as they looked to the blizzard outside. They grabbed their coat and made their way to the door. "Come on, A, let's go find them."

'Hang in there, Whumpee. I'll be there soon.'

[cassieloveswhump]

Ankle injury prompt

Okay so Whumpee has escaped and is now fleeing from Whumper. Fun! Except they’re so tired and hungry and in pain that they can’t stop trembling, and the ground is pretty uneven. So they step wrong and twist their ankle. It hurts, and from what Whumpee can see through their tattered pants it’s swelling, but Whumper is just behind them, so they can’t stop running, no matter how much their ankle hurts.

Bonus points if Whumpee has an old injury in that ankle already.

This may or may not be inspired by me.

[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

I'm gonna live blog my julien doscography listen through even though no one cares

Sprained Ankle, Audiotree & Spotify live session down!

Go Home is still my favorite 💔

"So lock all the cabinets and send me to bed '

Cause I know you're still worried, I'm gonna get scared again

And make my insides clean with your kitchen bleach"

[the-pov-of-a-teenage-girl]

Girl show us pics. (I promise I aint one of them feetsy fetish weirdos LMFAOOOAOOS)

Y’all mad weird for asking 4 pics but ok. Imma crop my toes out LMFAOOO

[outta-trouble]

top times i remember to have fucked my right foot up

(in chronological order)

1). That one time when i was running outside with my sisters and i somehow managed to push a table and a motorbike mudguard fell of getting my shoelaces and making me shit my ankle up (4 to 5 years old)

2). When i was running and i stepped on a iron pipe (one that for the record should've already been removed) and i face firsted onto the ground, almost spraining my ankle (6-7 years old)

3). For context, there was a time where my sister liked exotic skateboards, and she had brought one that only had two wheels and a thing in the center that rotated, so you had to be like when cartoon characters went rolling of a cliff on top of a barrel.

I'll add a image later

Well anyway, guess who was so lazy to put shoes on and fell off the thing.

Yes, me.

I spent 3-4 weeks jumping on one feet and after that i couldn't do long walks (+3 hours) without feeling that my ankle would drop my feet off for around 4-5 months.

4). my mom and me were carrying a piece of furniture and we got to the house gate. For side note we have a divided house and my family on the other side of the house have 2 dogs, and we have 1 dog. They're so dang wild so we had to get the thing in without letting them out.

In the middle of this, we weren't paying attention and then boom

The thing falls right onto my big toe and breaks my nail and a bit of skin on the side, obviously bleeding.

Uhh ik this was an incident but still kinda fuck off bcs this happened 2 days ago and it still hurts like a bitch. (14 yo, two days ago)

[autismvampyre]

i sprained my ankle yesterday but i also had a show and the show must go on so i didn't take it easy at all and now the side of my foot has swollen to the size of a tennis ball. fun!

[daughtersofferrix]

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[fletcherwilbury]

@febuwhump Day 3: "Bite down on this."

Warning for Canon-typical violence, past physical violence, sprained ankle, amateur medical care

[alianoralacanta]

Take sprains seriously, especially if they’re ankles. There are many good support options if the sprain type is correctly diagnosed in the first few days, and late diagnosis is still better than never. Most forms of sprained ankle can be investigated at an urgent treatment centre in the UK, instead of requiring a full-blown hospital visit or pre-assessing by a GP (although both of those are good options in some circumstances). Methods of obtaining appropriate care for a sprain will of course vary depending on where one lives. First aid for a suspected sprain (which should be continued until diagnosis): - Rest (get some other body part to take your weight, and use something to help support you when moving around) - Ice (no more than 10 minutes at a time; something else cold will do, but make sure there’s a cloth or other fabric separating the cold thing from direct body contact) - Comfort (if it hurts/hurts more, adjust until it doesn’t hurt/hurts less, and support with an elasticated bandage or similar) - Elevate (so blood doesn’t pool in the sprain and body weight goes through something else. Even a little bit higher than some other part of the body, properly supported, is helpful). If none of these improve the situation within an hour, you were already recovering from an injury to that part of the body or the circumstances are such that a bone break or other injuries are suspected, get medical advice (most of the time, if you’re in the UK, calling 111 - the non-emergency medical line - is a good start. Check the local non-emergency procedure if you are elsewhere). Along with the diagnosis, you need knowledge, you need a plan and you need patience. A good graduated plan (as opposed to going from 100% rest to 100% action) can make a big difference to how well your ankle will support you in the future. Consider doing balancing training/exercise of some sort even if you have never injured your ankles/feet. If you have injured the ankles/feet, then get medical supervision for your exercise plan (or if that’s impossible, at least tell your trainer and have an open discussion about it). Balance training when young makes it easier to maintain balance when old, and properly-adapted training will make it less likely to sprains/twists/similar to recur if you’ve had some already. The three things that most often stop old people living independently are brain issues (e.g. dementia), heart trouble (e.g. angina) and balance issues (the most common of which is ankle instability). Of those, balance is the most-easily overlooked, and if 20% of ankle sprains lead to ankle instability, that’s a lot of people who would benefit from medical support of their ankles. A good physiotherapist can advise on this if going to a general doctor or a hospital first seems daunting.

If I could give one piece of life advice to my fellow humans, it would be this highly specific little chestnut: "If you ever sprain your ankle, get medical care."

One of the most common things I've heard from older people than myself is, "Oh yeah, I twisted my ankle in (insert grade of school here) and it's never been the same." Or, "I have a bad ankle. I can't tell you how many times I've sprained it." And one of the most common things I've heard from younger people is some variation on, "Yeah, I think I just twisted my ankle. I think I have some old crutches from high school at my parents' house. I'll just use those for a few days."

I didn't learn this until after I sprained my ankle last year, but 20% of ankle sprains lead to chronic ankle instability, which was grimly defined by my doctor as, "an unending cycle of ankle sprains."

Another thing I didn't fully understand is that "sprain" is an umbrella term for any of those ligament injuries. Yeah, you could simply stretch the ligament-- twist it. Or you could tear it. Or you could completely sever it, and those are all sprains. If you're not a doctor, it's likely hard to tell what degree of sprain you have. The worse the sprain, the higher the chance of it healing weird and becoming unstable. If you are having trouble putting weight on your ankle and it's not feeling better the next day, please get it checked out!

I know medical care is expensive and many of us don't have health insurance, but it might cost you more in the long run if you don't get care for a hurt ankle. Otherwise you might spend a lifetime of having to get MORE ankle injuries checked out, missing work or social opportunities due to ankle injury, having to limit exercise, surgeries later in life, and more.

When I hurt my ankle and foot last year, I assumed the broken foot bone would be the bigger concern, but my treatment plan was almost entirely centered around the ankle ligament tear. My doctor said that was the more serious injury and the more finicky bit to heal. I worry when I hear a friend mention they sprained their ankle and were just treating it at home, 'trying to stay off it as much as I can.' That usually means a few days, but I had to stay completely off mine for 4 weeks, followed by a walking boot, a brace, and months of physical therapy. It was intense!

Ankles are annoying because they support your entire darn body and you don't realize how much you need them until you hurt one. So that is the one nugget of wisdom I hope to leave all of you with!

[yanderenightmare]

TW: implied nsfw, implied noncon/dubcon, poly yanderes, sprained ankle, captive reader, apocolypse au, talk of fertility, murder of unnamed characters, mentions of potentially killing reader

fem reader

Just thinking about the apocalypse, the two army men who’ve long survived it in their shelter with barely any trouble, and then you, a poor girl trying hard to outrun your last captives only to run into them.  

You didn’t realize back then that it was like trading piranhas for sharks, too caught up in begging for their aid to think better of it. You should have just kept running, but your ankle was sprained badly, maybe even broken, and you were wearing so little you would most likely have died from the cold during the night if they hadn’t taken you in.

It seems unfair of them to have kept the giant bunker all to themselves, only the two of them, but you don’t judge. You would likely have kept it all to yourself as well.

This new world has bred new humans, and they’re all monsters. It’s honestly quite surprising they’d even let you in, given this is what they’re protecting, this sanctuary from the past, a comfort most people would kill their closest friend in exchange for.

Trust is all but dead, and so is honor or any other morality—you would know, you’ve lived out there for it all, only having survived by spreading your legs at the right moments. It’s a shameful tactic, and many times, you’ve wondered if it wouldn’t have been better to spare yourself and just die. What was the purpose?

This—you think. This must be it. They have showers and working hot water.

You don’t know how it’s possible—the original owners of the shelter must have been some type of millionaire. You haven’t had a warm shower since the world went to shit—years ago. It’s been a choice of waiting for rain or finding a lake, hoping it wasn’t rancid. Meanwhile, they have soap—scented soap, the lush kind you’d forgotten existed. It feels so nice you have to cry—rejoice—sobbing while lathering yourself, watching all the filth go down the drain, leaving you smooth-skinned once again for the first time in forever. You can’t remember having ever been so clean before, feeling reborn.

They have fresh clothes for you too—new socks and underwear, all clean fabrics, so much more than what you wore—pants, a shirt, and a sweater to keep warm. You didn’t know there still existed people who lived like the old days—you’d thought it was long gone, a bittersweet dream you sometimes have the pleasure of at night instead of the usual nightmares. Never had you thought you’d experience anything even remotely similar, but here you are—looking yourself in the mirror after so long, surprised to see a human looking back at you.

And they feed you. Not scraps, not leftovers, not rot, or days-old flesh from the last successful hunt—but freshly baked bread, vegetables, fruit—for fuck’s sake, they even have juice. You cry again while eating, and then you find yourself begging them again, “Please, let me stay—please, I’ll do anything. I can cook, clean, work—anything at all, I can do it, just please let me stay…”

You’re on your knees, forehead pressed to the heated metal floors—toasty and comforting, you think you could sleep better than ever right there.

“We’ll think about it,” one of them mutters as he gathers the plates. His voice was so harsh he might as well have said, not a chance. It’s clear by his frown that he’d rather send you right out again, leave you to the monsters.

“We’ll at least let you stay until your ankle heals, so don’t worry.” The other is more sympathetic, helping you up. “For now, let’s get you to bed. You must be exhausted.”

It hadn’t crossed your mind that they’d have beds—actual real soft downy mattresses and duvets and pillows. The two of you help make it together. It feels so foreign that you wonder if you might have died earlier. Some years back, you wouldn’t have thought heaven would resemble a prison cell, but now it only made sense—safe metal walls and a bed. What more could one possibly want in the world?

“I’ll wrap your leg for you if you sit.” He holds out a bandage roll, gesturing to your ankle.

Blinking, you can’t even register what he’d just offered until he’s getting down on his knees before you.

You panic, then. Bandages are hard to come by—it hardly seems worth it. “There’s no blood, you shouldn’t waste it—”

“It’ll heal better and faster this way,” he adds reassuringly. His voice is so soft and compelling that you find yourself sitting down without further quarrel, even when it makes you feel spoiled.

He’s gentle with you—holding you steady while wrapping it just tightly enough to be supportive. There hasn’t been a man who’s touched you like it.

“Does that feel okay?”

You can barely tell he’s talking to you. It’s all so lost on you that you can only wordlessly nod your head.

He fastens it just as carefully before standing. “Is there anything else you might need?”

You shake your head just as wordlessly. You can’t believe how nice he’s being. It makes no sense at all. Not in this world. Not anymore.

“I’m sorry, but I’m gonna have to lock the door,” he apologizes with a sheepish look once standing on the threshold.

You’d been stuck thinking about how warm the room was, trying to remember a single time you hadn’t been freezing during the night. “That’s okay, I understand,” you say. After all, what’s a locked door in comparison?

“Good,” he smiles—it’s likely the kindest smile you’ve ever seen. “Alright then, good night.”

Once again, you’re left stunned. The last time you’d heard those words spoken must have been from a loved one long since dead. It makes your lip wobble again as you say it back, “Good night.”

It's strange—they could have left you for dead but didn’t. They don’t seem gullible—they can’t be if they’ve managed to protect this place for so long—but you suppose there still exist men who have a soft spot in their hearts for helpless damsels in distress.

As you sink into the comfort, draping your duvet atop your battered body, you don’t even care about the camera in the ceiling—blinking red while watching you.

“Did you have to bandage her up?” he grumbles as the other walks into the bedroom after having said his goodnights to you. 

He’s already in bed, observing through the cameras on a tablet—you were currently curling into the duvet, wrapping it around you close for comfort. You’d likely not slept on anything so soft in a while—it wouldn’t surprise him if you preferred the floor. But no, you drift asleep quite quickly.

“You know how badly things can heal without proper support,” the other answers, regarding it as no big deal. “And besides, it’s not like we often need it—we have plenty to spare.”

He removes his clothes and crawls onto the bed as well, lifting the covers to slot himself right next to the other man, who still has a scowl on his face.

“Oh, come on…” he drawls. “She’s exactly what we’ve been talking about, isn’t she?”

The grump doesn’t answer, still with keen eyes watching you, even as you’ve fallen asleep—as if waiting for you to do something befitting a wild animal in a cage. The other’s eyes fall to the screen as well, but he only awes in delight.

“Look at her, already fast asleep,” he purrs while zooming in on your face. “I mean, did you see how she was begging earlier, what she said? I’d do anything,” he continues, almost whining. “So cute, I could have fucked her right then and there.”

The other man sets the tablet aside with a disagreeing sigh. “We’ll wait at least a week for her system to detoxify from the wasteland,” he says strictly. “I’m not touching her before then, and neither are you unless you want to sleep alone.”

The other groans then, flopping down on his back. “Yeah, yeah, you and your safety protocols,” he dismisses before a smirk creeps up his face, glee twinkling in his eyes as he looks up at his grouchy counterpart. “But then we keep her, right?”

“Tch—we don’t even know if she’s fertile. The wasteland could have made her barren as long as she’s been out there,” the other shuffles down into the sheets as well, turning to look at his partner and the awfully keen look on his face.

“So we test her. Give her a medical check,” he says, again as if it’s not a problem, even when it very well could turn out to be.

They’ve already broken quarantine rules by letting you in here—and who knows what your real objectives truly are.

“I don’t trust her,” he states.

The other pouts. “I don’t see what one little lady can do—she’s hardly a threat. And we already purged the group that was following her. I doubt any of them made it out alive.”

True, he had gone out and sent several gas grenades into the settlement. Surely, none of them managed to escape, but then again—

“Pest control only works when you kill them all, and we’ve just let one inside our own house,” he grumbles.

The other one sighs. “Okay, so if it turns out she isn’t as cute as she looks, we’ll deal with her like the rest. But if I’m right, and she really is just a harmless little thing, we keep her, and I get to have the first go.”

Suppose there isn’t anything better to do aside from killing you straight away, which would only have been a waste of food, water, clothes, and bandages. 

“Fine.”

The other grins at the agreeance, humming, “I guess until then, we’ll just have to make do with each other—I've been hard since we watched her shower.” He leans forward for contact but is shut down as his bedmate rolls around with his back turned to him.

“Tch—take care of it yourself.” Tonight has been too stressful to tug each other’s dicks. 

He can hear him whine behind him, but he settles down soon enough.

Suppose it would be nice fucking a woman again. It’s been so many years he figured he wouldn’t need it anymore. They’ve made do with each other so far. But even he can’t deny, once you’d washed all the blood and muck off, once he saw the dewy hue of your soft skin and the silk of your hair, all those plush curves, and not to mention that awfully sweet look on your face—he felt the tug in his pants too.

He'll do a medical check on you tomorrow. He hopes you’re fertile. But even if you’re not, he might give in to the other’s wishes and keep you anyway. After all, they might have many luxuries, but the comfort of pussy is one they haven’t had in a long, long, long time.

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