#tis a fleshwound

[miasmadevil]

Episode 8 in a nutshell

w/o text <3

[fightwing]

@youthblamed teehee for bruce

dick wakes up with an earthquake in his brain. centralized, pointed and a direct attack, his first thought when he tries to open his eyes to a new day is a resounding, pounding 'OW'. rather than subjecting his headache to the pain of indoor lighting dick brings a hand to rub at tired eyes. noting the beautiful, blissful silence of a room that is definitely not his crappy bludhaven apartment that sits just on the corner of rush hour ave. and honking street. soft sheets, plush pillows, the soft scent of pine alfred uses to clean cut by the candle cass got him for christmas: gotham, then. all things considered, he's woken up in worse places. now that he's marked the place, he's thinking of the people. no immediate scoff and scolding from a thirteen year-old badly masking his worry means damian is probably at school. bright light filtered in from the shades means alfred's probably halfway through his morning routine and bruce . . . dick has a pretty good idea about that. getting his feet to slide out of the warm comforts of bed was a herculean effort, second only to finally, finally opening his eyes. settings confirmed, he grabs a sweatshirt on his way out, shuffling his socked feet all the way to the entrance to the cave. memories are vague and painful as they begin to form, but even without context he can take a real educated guess on what it was that he got up to last night. he'd have to get the specifics later. the whoosh of the elevator makes his stomach drop a little, but thankfully it's mere seconds till the chill of the batcave greets him. true to form, the main computer is alight and shadowed only by the hunched figure of a man he could know blindfolded. despite the pain (and his long-since won adulthood) there's a little prickle of relief at seeing his former mentor. that same childish belief that bruce could always make a problem right forever nestled between his ribs. dick groans as a way of greeting and all but throws himself over the back of bruce's chair dramatically. " b, i think i'm dying "

[here-lie-the-sinners-au]

Niffty: you should really go to the hospital

Alastor: *bleeding out, covered in slashes and blood, has a gaping wound where a spear went through his ribs*

Also Alastor: tis just a fleshwound

[ikemenscreenshotoftheday]

22/02 Tis but a scratch

Tis but a fleshwound

[kiyuoswritings]

@badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: Gunshot Wound Fandom: Transformers Characters: Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Hoist AO3 Link: The Transformers (Cartoon Generation One) - Tis Just a Fleshwound - Kiyuo_Honoo [Archive of Our Own] Warnings: gunshot wound

[mangher]

"'tis but a fleshwound. you worry too easy, comrade."

[allbeendonebefore]

agamemnon: o my Brother you cannot DIE yet for i have sworn an OATH and we are going to kill Everyone and get your wife back And

menelaos: its fine honestly it doesn’t even hurt man i’m not going to die

agamemnon:

agamemnon: SOMEONE GET A DOCTOR FOR MY GLORIOUS BROTHER, THE WARLIKE SON OF ATREUS WHOMST WAS SHOT WITH AN ARROW BY SOMEONE SKILLED IN THE USE OF THE BOW.......

[bonetrousledbones]

9a, papyrus please !

he’s fine

a lil confession tho,, i am weak for Papyrus looking like he just got his ass kicked so this was a godsend thank u

[origcmibird-aa]

“I was supposed to protect you, and here you are saving me. I’m sorry.” ALSO LOVE JOE

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀.  𝗦𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀. | accepting

     “ ONII-CHAN, stop worrying. All it is is a flesh wound on your arm. ” He’s reassuring JOE, but he’s also reassuring himself, because frankly, seeing wire and metal armature alongside muscle and blood … was a little nauseating. The gash on Joe’s arm was deep and wide, but thankfully it was far from fatal. Hopefully the injury meant that he would have to spend more time inside … and therefore, more time with his adopted sibling. “ Don’t be sorry. You’re not gonna die from this … ”

      “ … ALTHOUGH, I think this needs stitches. ” He swallows. “ And I don’t know how to do that. ”

[bigdhashira]

Anonymous said (inbox) :  Tall ass bully 🤨📸📸📸

Wake me up when I care.

[nostomannia]

“That’s a lot of blood…”

Injured/Bleeding Sentence Starters

Solita blinked. Was there more than she thought? She reached up to touch her face and felt the warm substance as it continued to roll down her head. There was a grunt as she looked away from the girl, trying to use her own sleeve to wipe it away. “Head wounds bleed a lot. ‘S normal.” She replied sluggishly. 

Her ears were buzzing. No doubt she had a concussion after getting bashed over the head. With a sigh she leaned against the wall, still hopelessly trying to wipe away the blood that kept running. Her mind felt fuzzy. “I’ll... I’ll be fine. It’s really not as bad as it looks...” 

[e8luhs]

💙

hm well i feel like i come across as very fake is the thing and people end up assuming i dont really have any problems since i put up a confident/carefree facade. deep down im an emotional wreck and a im slowly dying inside but like its alright except its not at all! thats just how it is on this bxtch of an earth

[shovvteeth]

“ what happened to you? “ (oscar)

@brokenclockwork || Send me    “ what happened to you? “    for your muse to find mine bandaging up a wound.

The words draw Robyn out of her stupor, snapping her gaze across to the young man approaching with concern wrote across his freckled features. Her hands were pressed to a nasty looking puncture wound that rested just below her ribs; she was lucky it missed her lungs.

“Eh, it’s not half as bad as it looks.” Her voice is low and graveled from the dull, aching pain that coursed through her. “Just got reckless fightin’ the Grimm.”

Low aura was reckless but fighting on with no Aura left? Now, that was damn right stupid and Robyn seemed to have played right into that stupidity with her bleeding heart. 

“It’ll patch up easy enough so don’t go fretting, alright?”

[moth208]

you earned justice for no one............was it worth it

[jordanstrophe]

Hello!! I hope you’re having a good day!

Can you please continue the one where whumpee records the number of times they try to escape? It’s the one where whumper finds them with night vision goggles, pls 💖

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Hello! I'm doing quite well, thank you! 

CW: Extreme trap whump, manipulative whumper, death of a whumper, blood, small slice wound, (tis but a fleshwound) mild chocking/manhandling, pretty dark and creepy setting 

The halls were full of nothing but death traps, a playground set up by Whumper just to watch them fail over, and over, and over again.

But Whumpee had their own stage they were manipulating, trying to escape every now and then just to keep Whumper happy, to keep them away from their room where the real show was happening. Even if it resulted in bruises, beatings and getting caught in traps designed just to inflict pain... 

They had a sharp metal spike they had dug out of their leg after getting caught by a trap once. Whatever went on in Whumper's mind to design such a thing was pure insanity... 

They had the spike wedged in the door, desperate to open it with out setting off the trigger. 

*CRACK* Whumpee's heart stopped when they feared the worst, but it was only the door finally prying apart from the lock. They took a shaky deep breath after spotting the trigger, slowly wedging the spike into the button to keep down.

The door flung open, the spike stayed wedged in the trigger as Whumpee gasped a breath of relief. It was night, the halls were dark, Whumper was most likely asleep and none of the traps were set. Whumpee held the lighter close, nervously looking at all the dormant traps they passed, some even new they hadn't seen yet.

Thank goodness they didn't get to meet them in their prime...

They stepped over the spiked bar, seeing through the gleam of flame it was still glistening in their blood. They cracked one of the spikes off, If anything, Whumpee learned these things were quite useful. They still had one more door to get passed.

*click* 

Whumpee froze when they heard the all too familiar noise of the door trigger setting off. The spike must have popped off and now-....

Whumper knew.

They gasped as they bolted down the hall, the lighter becoming too dim as their leg scraped across an unseen trap, tearing a line down their leg. They grunted as they slammed into the ground, the lighter flying from their grasp and extinguishing into darkness.

The halls echoed with Whumpee's hyperventilating, they scurried to their knees and felt blindly for the lighter. They heard the hum of the traps activating, freezing where they were on the ground, not daring to move a muscle.

"I must say, I think this is the furthest you've gotten. Well done, It seems the halls could use an upgrade after this little game." Whumper's voice echoed behind them. Whumpee bit back a sob, shakily rising to their feet. "Th-this isn't a g-game, this is t-torture!" Whumpee cried, hearing Whumper's cruel laugh in response.

Whumpee took a few hesitant steps forward, jolting when their foot kicked something small and light. They gasped as they reached down, grabbing the lighter and flicking it on.

'Don't turn around...' They thought to themselves, inching forward and stepping over a beartrap as the metal reflected the dim yellow glow.

"Boo."

They gasped as they snapped their head around, finding Whumper's face just inches from theirs, half their face covered by night vision goggles, the other half in a twisted grin. 

Whumpee yelped as they staggered backwards, their back hitting a door. The door... The prize at the end of the game. They dropped the lighter when Whumper grabbed their throat, unknowing that Whumpee had a spike in their hand as they instinctively stabbed it into their shoulder with a cry. 

"Gah!" Whumper jerked back in surprise, grabbing the blade and yanking it from their shoulder. Whumpee found the door handle and pushed it, the door swung open from behind as they fell back against the ground. 

“Wh-why you little-!” Whumper was dazed by the strike, taking a step back and hearing a faint click under their heel. They froze, their eyes widening as they slowly looked down. Whumpee snapped out of their daze and staggered to their feet, slamming the door behind them. As soon as it shut, they heard a loud *thud* as blood splattered onto the window of the door, the blood glistening white from the moonlight.

Whumpee froze with their hands pressed against the door, hearing nothing but silence on the other side. They broke into tears as they crumbled to their knees, feeling the fresh grass against their bare feet, digging their hands into the dirt.

Finally, after months, the final tally. 

They were free.  

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