#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.

[spymeister]

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It had taken two more strikes before the accursed creature had decided to go down. Four holes in total litter the tunnelrat's chassis- though no one of them are particularly life-threatening. Energon is already clotted and blocking the wounds- keeping the frame from bleeding out.

The viruses, of course, are making short work of formidable firewalls- pushing the other's defensive systems to the limit. He smirks quietly, watching each twitch and flinch of the slack faceplates as the corruptive programs worm their way. He allows himself to stretch up from the crouch he'd been in, dorsal appendage with its payload of venom and viruses swaying in the injection bulb above.

A secondary set of arms- ending in thick claws rest on his hips, while his primary set pull out a rather archaic, if intricate datapad. The messages, with their resulting viruses, have been sent- and read. Said viruses are weak, but they'll be enough to induce some paranoia.

Enough to make things chaotic for a while. Enough to let him do what he needs to do.

Enough to bring about the fruition of over twelve million years worth of plans.

Around him, the carnage of another war and another time drapes here and there- the scent of death faint, but still present. He soaks it in, idly observing the charred remains to see if he could possibly scavenge them for use.

He smiles to himself as the faintest ping of an old familiar presence makes itself known.

"Now," he murmurs softly, melodiously- to no one in particular. "The game begins."

[the-v0iid]

@wickedslip continued from here.

His lips parted to release a cough instead of the words of reassurance he had intended to say to her, and as he attempted to speak again, all his vocal chords managed to produce was a flurry of garbled, eldritch speech, which likely only worries her further. He feels the cold stone of her doorstep pressing uncomfortably against his spine, and he hears the thundering sound of his feeble heart rate pounding in his ears while every other noise is muffled, like he had cotton wool in his ears; even her scream for her men to aid her in picking him up seemed far away. His eyes snap open to glance down at the blood-soaked fabric that had previously been his favorite black silk shirt, and he sees that there are a series of strange-looking runes carved into his abdomen that pulsate with bright light.

His left arm hangs simply at his side, broken and entirely useless from when the divine being snapped it like a twig when he thrusted his hand out to throw it into the dark vacuum of the void. His legs are covered in cuts and bruises, his torso ripped from collorbone to his hips but his face had remained fairly unscathed or so he thinks. He doesn't know his features were in fact badly swollen as everything felt numb. Did this mean he was dying after eons of years of living, most without a corpulent form. It was only fairly recently he had decided to assume a body through fear of it getting greivously injured like it had today.

❛Nausi, my dark goddess, it is good to see your face again. Your beauty holds no bounds.❜ He finally managed to say and he knows his voice must sound ugly to her ears from how raspy it is. ❛I wanted to spend the winter solstice with you, drinking coffee by the fire but I guess that won't happen now will it? I'm dying aren't I?❜

[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.

[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)

[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]

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

[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

[schokokokatze]

Tribe of Nêsos 3: Eleía

Their faithful companion had died defending her masters. Not wanting to replace her, but thankful for her protection, Éar and Orthós took in Hedeía and her little sister Hélia.

Not that a dog could have helped her. Éar remembered barely how it had happened. A feeling of weightlessness as she fell from the tree, an outstretched hand, and then ... a bone. She remembered the bone, every time she looked at her arm now. It had been for the best, she was told. Remembering her bone, she couldn’t disagree. Not really.

Still, the dogs were a comfort, if nothing else. She might no longer be able to hunt, sowing, weaving and cooking seemed to take twice or thrice as long as it had, but it could have been worse. As if through a miracle, she was on the mend.

Little Pállas was looked after mostly by her husband Orthós, who was thankful in no small degree for his wife’s survival - however hard it had been won. She thought he probably still thought about her bone, too. Or her screams.

It was good, given the circumstances, that their oldest son Húdros grew quite self-sufficient enough to become an invaluable help to his parents. He was too young to hunt still, but helped his mother forage.

[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 )

[frostyscephalohub]

when you never quite get used to legs!! This kids probably really accident prone.