#tw:injuries

[untoldsoup]

This is Chapter Three part TWO! Please read chapters one, two and 3 (part one) FIRST!

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Tags: tw:cartoon violence /tw:(mild) body horror/ tw:blood/ tw: injuries/ tw: minor character in danger/ tw: verbal abuse of a minor character/ tw: manipulation/ tw: major character death/ tw: minor character death/ tw:death threats

So happy I managed to get this update out on schedule. Thank you all for being patient waiting two months between updates, these pages take time! Anyway, this is the end of the flash back, we will be back to the present with the next chapter! And well, things are heating up, as you can see :)

I spent a lot of time on this, so if you like it, let me know! thank you all for reading :)

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[chtozaepta]

I have no patience and I am going to post one of AyrreAmyrre’s main characters because I love him to bits

And I’m so done with hoarding all the sketches without sharing them just because his design might be a minor spoiler

Here he is, the man, the legend, the dragon slayer, who got a bit too close to the dragon for his own good. I mean, what are the chances of engaging in a fight with a huge fire breathing lizard and remain unharmed right? Don’t judge him, he tried his best.

[muse-legion]

Closed starter for: @moondustlings

Recently, he returned from another brutal skirmish with an encroaching gang that dared to threaten his turf —a cut above his eyebrow stung fiercely as a reminder of just how high the stakes were in their deadly game. Now, bruised yet unyielding, he pushed through the front door, only to be met with the surreal sound of laughter and music echoing against grimy walls—an unexpected Halloween party unfolding amidst the chaos. He’d grumbled when Alessa first proposed he act as her bodyguard for this frivolous affair. As flesh-toned vampires danced alongside ghoulish figures draped in tattered costumes, Bruno’s intense gaze drifted over crowded faces until it fell upon Alessa herself, radiant and intoxicating even behind her expertly crafted costume. The contrast between their worldliness clashed sharply—the eerie cheeriness against himself crippled with anger, waiting for fallout after today’s fight underlined everything wrong about where they both stood now together.

Guests weaved around him; oblivious to the real horror lurking within Bruno: fresh wounds adorned his skin like macabre badges from shattered allegiances, dispersed down back alleys only hours ago. He overheard guests gushing about what they assumed was fake blood, smeared across his forearm and chest—unaware this wasn’t merely makeup but proof painted dangerously bold in crimson hues, marking a victory of his own. Despite the injuries, he stood tall as he pushed through the crowd; his head held high and his expression didn’t falter for a second. Once he reached Alessa, cold baby blues intensely pierced through her own. “A Halloween Party? Really? What’s next? Going trick or treating?” Rhetorical questions uttered more to himself in passing, though he couldn’t help a slight roll of his eyes. Just what I needed. Bruno thought to himself, before he made his way towards the bathroom, entirely unbothered by the onlooking audience.

Once he finally reached his quarters, he closed the bathroom door behind his back without locking it properly, though he didn’t think it was necessary. For one, none of the guests would dare to cross the area available for public use and second off, there was enough security around to stop them if they did try anyway. Besides, everyone seemed to be busy indulging in the festivities to even notice he’d disappeared to attend to his wounds. — but he obviously didn’t count on an ever so persistent Alessa. “Don’t you have guests to entertain?” He asked in a rather curious tone of voice, trying to rid himself of her presence so he could get the bullet out of his sides, which was still stuck between his ribs.

[muse-legion]

Injuries were nothing new in his line of work—a sprained ankle from stumbling over bricks or bruised ribs after a ceiling crashed down, let alone cuts and bruises. While he was used to minor injuries, it didn’t mean they didn’t hurt though he wasn’t going to freak out about them either. “Thanks for the help, Nate! And sorry again for the late intrusion.” He mumbled under his breath, watching the man closely whilst he attended to his wounds. “Yeah. It was chaotic. But at least we didn’t lose anyone this time.” Those were the best days and he tried to focus on the positive sides of his job, however they weren’t always this lucky. “It’s fine. I’ll be alright, don’t worry. Just need some rest and take it easy until I’m fully recovered.” Easier said than done, he was a workaholic after all but he didn’t want to worry Nate any more than necessary.

Nathan had some idea of how to take care of wounds, he had some classes about it in school and it seemed important enough for him to actually pay attention to it. As he was cleaning it, he was making sure to not hurt the man as much, cleaning some parts in small taps to not hurt the main further. Nate knew Jordan was a firefighter and he had seen him with some injuries, but they were already taken care of, this was the first time he had seen the man weak, or close to it, in front of him. "The one near the park station? Oh my god, it could've been a disaster." he said, finishing up the small touches, cleaning his hand on the sink. "oh my god" Nathan turned around as he heard the ceiling part, approaching him to touch his face softly. "oh my god, jay..."

[osatokun]

Decided to put some of the Cairo chronicle pictures together! We're playing since march and I managed to make quite a few illustrations!~

For people who aren't familiar to my art - hi, hello, good day! I'm Osato ( Ghost Osa) and I play Vampire the Masquerade a lot. It's been almost 3 years since I created my first vampire, a new experience for me as I usually played female or agender characters, Charlie, 40 something years old insane but creepy sweet malkavian. During the first year of playing he met his love, a changeling Glinda-Sophia Dequir ( she is an npc) , and later on married her during the game. Current game takes place 5 years after the first game, with another Storyteller, and they are on the hunt, aiming to kill a "god" who once harmed their adopted daughter ( and many others) They also adopted 2 changelings and made one cat son! (also they are creepy creatures, not as sweet and cute)

[aysun-demir]

It was right around shift change, which meant the nurses were all occupied with giving and receiving report. She'd heard a patient in the room across from hers calling out for warm blankets that she knew from experience wouldn't come for another half an hour yet. The first time she tried to ignore it, shift change also meaning she wouldn't get her top up on pain meds for a little while. Days of overexerting herself instead of resting was finally starting to weigh on her, the pain starting to set in. But by the third time she heard the person call out, she was swinging her legs out of her bed with a little grimace. Aysun was familiar enough with the unit to know where the warm blankets were kept, and luckily none of the nurses saw her as she went from the supply room to the patient room to drop them off. As soon as she stepped out of the room, she had to pause, leaning her good hand against the wall to steady herself against the sudden rush of lightheadedness.

She was just contemplating whether she had it in her to make the short walk to her room when she saw someone approach from the corner of her eye. "Oh. H-Hello, um, your...Highness...?" she stuttered out, not quite sure how she was meant to address the Fae Queen and not really composed enough to think too much on it. "I'm...terribly sorry to ask but...do you think you could help me back to my room...?"

@nyraxodeyer

[callme-harris]

Location: Oasis Night Club

Status: Open

@aurorabaystarter

Harris’ injury had been a bit worse than he had expected, but considering his last on he had; he had a tendency to undersell how bad things were now. The doctors had recommended he rest and be gentle with his left arm and shoulder as it healed. And yet there he was not long after standing in his usual spot in front of Oasis. His arm in a sling as he leaned against the wall. He still wanted to go to work cause he liked being out of the house, but he was still gonna take it easy. “ Don’t get any funny idea’s. There’s bouncers with two working arms that can handle any bullshit in there. I’m just manning the door tonight “

[aysun-demir]

"A wide bore needle in your vein is hardly a needle prick, and even if you don't care about getting blood on your things, we can perhaps have some consideration for the hospital staff who will have to clean and disinfect after you." The words were softly spoken, hardly confrontational by anyone's standards, but it was a far cry from her usual passive nature. In another circumstance his tone would've been enough to have her high-tailing it out of there with a mumbled apology, but being stuck in the hospital and being in pain was making even her a little testy. So she couldn't imagine how Song was faring. Blowing out a breath, Aysun stepped away from him, leaning heavily against a nearby cabinet. "Someone down the hall...they were calling out for water, I- the unit is swamped, the nurses are busy, and she's been asking for a while and I just- I couldn't...ignore her," she answered with a little shrug as she adjusted her sling. "I'm guessing you're leaving AMA...?"

"Eh, I have others," He shrugged her worried gaze off. Only for another sigh to break from his lips as he watched her attempt to open the drawer with her cast. "Aysun," He groaned out as she made her way over to him. "Stop. I know how to bandage myself up and, even if I didn't, we both know a needle prick hardly needs a bandaid. It will heal on its own and stop bleeding in a couple minutes," He point out. Yes, the smaller pricks tended to be the ones that bled more for some reason, but it was no more than a paper cut and, compared to his other wounds, was hardly the one to be fretting over. "Yeah. Home. Should I ask why you are up and about rather than doing what you ask your patients to do?" He countered with a curve of his brow.

[noriseyebrow]

I'm a bit tired/frustrated. This weekend has just been an absolute disaster. My mum's partner apparently lay on his floor unable to get up all night/day so the cops had to come. I felt sick so called in sick on Saturday, only to be texted by the boss to ask where I was. So now I'm worried I won't get paid. We did sort it out but still. I feel really bad because I'd NEVER just not turn up. THEN my friend asks to stop playing 2 games we play every week so I struggle with my abandonment issues (always do) all I hear is the 'I don't want to do the thing with you anymore' AND finally I get a text from my flatmate to say that my other flatmate/her tested positive for COVID and I take the test this morning and I HAVE COVID. Because her brother went out socializing and got COVID and gave it to all of us. I already have health issues. I think I'm gonna make some Cats 1998 gifs now so who are your favourite Cats and why?

[cozza-frenzy]

VENT ART UNDER THE CUT TRIGGER WARNINGS IN TAGS

I'll be good this time I promise I'll be different this time I promise I'll be stronger this time I promise Until it's not enough And it's always Never enough. I'm nothing special, and neither were they. In the end, we didn't make the cut.

[ohghxst]

— dear all nations, OSKAR ASULF has crossed the city borders to edinburgh to the sound of DAYLIGHT by DAVID KUSHNER. the CLAN MEMBER of HALVEN MADSEN CLAN is known to be AGAINST making peace. HE reminds me of BLOOD STAINED TEETH, AND SCARS OF BATTLE STITCHED ACROSS SKIN; THE SMELL OF COAL AND IRON however did you know that DURING ONE OF THE RAIDS, OSKAR SPARED/SAVED A GIRL BY HIDING HER UNDER DEBRIS. HE IS ALSO FOR MAKING PEACE BUT FEARS HE WILL LOSE HIS PURPOSE IN LIFE ?

tw: death, illness mentioned, injury

[        statistics        ]        ⸻

full  name  :    oskar asulf

nicknames  :    os

age  :  29   

gender  +  pronouns  :    male  he/him  

orientation  :    heterosexual

[        appearance        ]        ⸻

height  :    6'0

hair    colour  :    brown

eye    colour  :    deep blue

dominant    hand  :    left

distinguishing    scars  :    small  scar  underneath  his  left  eye, many deep scars that run along his left leg from when they had to cut the arrows from his leg.

brown usually in some sort of braid. the only time it's not is when he is getting ready for bed. since getting injured now has a slight limp to his walk, he refuses to a cane. wears a scorn look on his face for the majority of time. tattoos decorate his body, one on each shoulder.

[        background        +        family        ]        ⸻

birthdate:  january  9th

rank  :  strategist, viking

mother  :    astrid asulf (deceaed)  

father  :    ubbe asulf  (deceased)

sibling(s)  :  n/a  

[        introduction        ]        ⸻

amidst  a  frigid  blizzard,  you  made  your  grand  entrance  into  this  world,  unleashing  chorus  of  cries  that  echoed  through  the  night.  your  arrival  was  not  without  its  challenges,  for  it  came  at  a  great  cost  -  the  life  of  you  dear  mother.  your  father,  once  a  loving  man,  became  distant  and  cold.  he  was  present  only  at  meal  times,  until  you  grew  tall  and  strong  enough  to  wield  a  weapon.  

warriors  ran  in  your  blood,  a  legacy  passed  down  from  your  father's  father's  father.  he  was  legend,  or  so  the  stories  went.  and  your  father  was  determined  to  carry  on  that  legacy  through  you.  he  trained  you  relentlessly,  never  once  praising  you  unless  you  were  perfect.  but  perfection  was  an  impossible  standard  in  his  eyes.  

when  your  father  fell  ill  and  passed  away  on  your  nineteenth  birthday,  you  were  left  to  fend  for  yourself.  you  joined  the  halven  madsen  clan  in  their  raids  on  england,  ,  not  for  the  sake  of  land  ownership,  but  for  the  thrill  of  battle.  fighting  was  all  you  knew,  thanks  to  your  father,  and  thanks  to  him,  you  were  a  force  to  be  reckoned  with.  

but  you  were  not  just  a  fearsome  warrior  on  the  field.  you  were  a  clever  one  too.  when  a  few  sharp  arrows  found  their  way  into  your  leg,  your  career  as  a  soldier  shifted,  you  became  a  strategist,  or  perhaps  you  were  already  one,  planning  not  just  the  next  five  moves  but  the  next  twenty.  though  you  now  walk  with  a  limp,  and  cannot  participate  in  battles  as  much,  you  are  far  from  an  easy  target.  

you  were  raised  to  be  nothing  more  than  a  warrior  and  a  warrior  you  shall  die  

[        hooks        ]        ⸻

it's been just bit over 7 months since his injury. while normally a grumpy person, his leg sometimes throbs  in excruciating pain making him in an even worst mood.

has always been one to outsmart his opponent. yes, brute force works just as well, but seeing the look of disbelief of being outdid on enemies brings a smile to his face.

is aware of the amount of hate he has gained over the years, and does not care.  

is only soft toward animals and very, and i mean very, few people. would rather be alone.

being raised for one purpose, oskar doesn't know what his plans are for the future should there be peace. secretly, he wishes for peace, but what does someone who smells of war do in times of peace?  

[ducitestella]

● – || @tragidies continued from HERE.

● – || He would apologize a thousand times over for separating from Karen . He [ [ p r o m i s e d ] ] he wouldn't , and swore to Karen that no matter what happened that they wouldn't be far apart . It was a promise he broke , but it wasn't his fault . The battle separated them , took them far from one another's sight . The entire time Fubuki fought and [ [ d e f e n d e d ] ] himself , ignoring his own injuries to focus on keeping those around him safe .

When it all subsided did he [ [ f i n a l l y ] ] make his way back to Karen . Out of the corner of his eyes he could see the blood on his clothes . A few cuts here and there , one on his cheek , but nothing too deadly . . . that he noticed .

" I didn't mean to get separated from you . . . I promise . I - . . ."

As he lifted his arm to rest on top of Karen's he winced , curling a cold , gloved hand into Karen's uniform . His other hand remained on his side . Something was bleeding . He'd be fine . He [ [ h a d ] ] to be fine . He didn't want Karen to worry that something wasn't fine . He was worried enough that they got separated .

" I- I'm sorry . . . it will not happen again . "

Fubuki looked down at himself at his side then lifted his deep , crimson-brown eyes to Karen . Even from beneath his light grey bangs , he couldn't lie . His face would show it before he uttered the words . Instead of saying anything , he lifted his bloody , gloved hand into Karen's line of vision as he leaned his forehead onto Karen's shoulder .

It was just a little cut . . . Or , that's what he was telling himself .

Please don't panic . . .

[imagine-all-the-elves]

Imagine Tauriel cuddling you in her arms after you've been gravely injured.

Author: @thatkgrl

[lunarwill]

“Please, don’t die. I can’t.. I can’t lose anyone else.” from Lea, ngl I'm gonna send u a few of these u have been warned

The fight had been pretty serious and he'd done his best to protect Lea at every corner of it. It wasn't one particular wound that had downed him but them building up by the time the fight was done. He'd collapsed to his knee holding onto his sword for stability before falling to his side entirely.

He chuckled wryly at the others words. "I'm trying firefly..." He winced holding one of the larger wounds in his side. "I'm doing my best not to...got potions..?"

[is-it-gabriel]

something your muse could never forgive.

"Myself. I never meant to screw over anyone in my life and here I am in town with two people my own actions had impacted. I never wanted Mia to get caught up in my case the way that she had. I would have given up my entire life to make sure that she had never been hurt. It still happened though. I know were okay now and were building our lives together again. But I still feel that guilt. And then what I did to Robin. I was trying to do the right thing and yet I still hurt her. Basically no matter what I do, I have fucked up constantly" @beautyxnthefire @robinsantos

[osatokun]

Happy Birthday to me! wow I got to 31, whew!! I'm a smol woman who loves to draw ttrpg stuff and finding pure happiness in drawing my little mew mew OC's, Vampires and Changelings <3 You can share my art to support!~ and here is the links to my other galleries! (and you can also donate something something for birthday gift if you wish! Here is my Boosty )