#tw:injury

[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.

[aysun-demir]

It turned out that healthcare workers did make the worst patients, but try as hard as she might, Aysun couldn't help herself. She'd been settled in her room on the medicine floor for a few days now, her left arm casted and in a sling, dressings on her back from the knife wound and the burns. There was still dark, angry purple bruising under her right eye but at least the swelling had gone down. It well past midnight, but she couldn't sleep, feeling antsy just laying about when she knew how short staffed the hospital was. And so, despite being reprimanded for it multiple times, Aysun gingerly rose to her feet, wincing at the sting to her back as she did so. Her room was luckily located farthest away from the nursing station, so she likely had some time before she was caught. Again.

Just as she peeked her head out of her room, she heard the soft crash of something falling to the floor in the room next to hers, followed by a hushed utterance. Padding over, Aysun gently knocked on the doorframe. "Hello?" she called out in a half-whisper, "are you...alright...?"

@linden-reed

[spymeister]

The worst, he figures, isn't so much the sight- it's the lingering smell that still remains.

Behind him, the careful steps of the invader pauses just out of reach- shadows on the wall curling up as the other's kibble shifts organically. His optics are narrowed behind his visor, claws flexing as the the heated garrote wire hisses close to his throat cabling. To attack now would mean being losing his helm. Before him, the ruined and charred remains of his original clade lie in piles, the scent of their melted lines and metal putrid in his olfactory centers.

"Weird game, if this is where ya wanted me-" he drawls, idly and discreetly reaching for the hidden vibroblade hilts attached to his armor. "Coulda jus' asked me out on a date, been easier."

There's a soft chuckle behind him as the garrote moves closer, the heat warming the soft protometal of his throat cables.

"Why would I do that," the tone soft, accent high-caste and old.

Claws nearly the same color as his own tip his chin up a little- showing that Jazz's CNA lineage isn't the only one with a multiple set of limbs. Behind them both, a long shadow flexes- the pointed tip jerking slightly.

"Cause ya want me 'ere?"

Two sets of indigo optics lid at that, their focusing rings multiple and smaller than his own- though the optics themselves are just as large. The effect is eerie, allowing the mechanism to focus on more than one subject at any given time. Despite the near presence of death, only a faint tensor cable in his neck twitches- the only outward sign of reaction.

"Mm. A good supposition, but no-"that tone laughs, almost bordering on the purring as that helm leans in. "I'm not looking for you, Majora's heir."

The shorter mechanism takes the moment's distraction as the other talks to pull both knives out of their hidden sheaves- twisting around to stab them both in the other's vents. It works, the garrote wire hissing as it falls from suddenly nerveless hands.

However, he is not fast enough for the second strike.

A curved shape slices out of the darkness from above- and he jerks with the sudden point of insurmountable agony as something begins to bleed from underneath his right shoulder-strut. The sheer abruptness of it makes him gasp for air in struggling gents, optics watering behind the curved visor.

It twists out of his shoulder, only to strike again- this time at the base of his spinal strut.

His relays are scrambled, and even his protection protocols aren't coming online. Battle instincts he's spent eons hardening and refining into a weapon themselves are suddenly inert as foreign code slams through his firewalls and subroutines like ironants on a dead frame.

He collapses to the ground like a broken marionette, pushing up with shaking arms to stare upwards at his attacker with a mix of hatred and confusion. Before him, in the dimness of the clade antechamber- the tall frame pulls the blades out of his vents- purple energon splattering the ground with a hiss.

His processor finally connects the pieces, optics widening further behind the visorband. He has felt fear very few times in his long functioning.

And tonight would be another.

The source of his agony arches above the mech's helm- a curved sickle shape attached to what he now realizes is a venom depositor. His vents catch, heaving as they try to cool his agonized frame. The corruptive subroutines in the venom continues to race through his system, even as his firewalls try their hardest to retaliate.

Purple optics are now on level with his as the mech kneels, a thumb-claw pushing up the visor to meet him directly.

"Now, child of Liege-" he murmurs, brushing another claw over the Polyhexian's bottom lip. -"You know what to do." That claw pushes inwards, hovering over one sharp eyetooth dentae.

"Don't you."

[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

[murmursdraconic]

patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound .

"So this-ow."

It burned.

"Is why-"

Ow.

"-you keep your-"

Now it was starting to tingle.

"-distance from hidden-"

She grit her teeth.

"-Salandit nests."

Not only had Shay been bit but she was also dealing with a toxic burn on her arm. It was an entirely different shade of purple. Three Salandit's did not like how accidentally close they got to their nest and it took some time to get them to go on their way so Ree could help Shay wrap up the wound.

"So -ow- Galvantula silk keeps the nerves from -ow- getting damaged when this happens." She explained, gesturing in which direction Ree was meant to wrap the bandage around her arm. "Just glad they didn't get too brash."

She knew she was being ridiculous by saying watch out for something hidden, but the humor cut the pain. Sort of.