#wound tw

[wolfsteax]

♦️can't see straight♦️

[antlerqueer]

Yellowjackets (2021-). The Ballad of Ben Scott.

@lgbtqcreators event: doomed by the narrative

[sculien]

KATE BECKETT Castle 8.02

[cursedsails]

open — rika ; the docks

rika sat perched on an overturned crate near the edge of the dock, one leg bent, the other stretched out and bloodied from mid-thigh to knee. nothing life-threatening, just enough to sting like hell and piss her off. she'd torn open the skin on some rusted metal during her scavenging that wasn't even worth the breath it took to search through.

her coat lay crumpled beside her, boots kicked out in the dirt, fingers slick with blood as she pressed a rag to the wound and muttered curses under her breath. when footsteps crunched nearby, she didn't look up, just let her voice slice the air like a knife unsheathed.

"fuck off." she said flatly. "unless you've got rum, stitches or a death wish."

[aloafofmymind]

My favorite part of episode 2 is how much they had fun.

[rabbit-trolls]

>I'm back to drawing

[lycankeyy]

Rotating how in rgbfverse exclusively Boyf actually gets bitten by Monster before YS intervenes. I don't want to know what kind of bacteria that thing has in its mouth

[lostmf]

By 11 shit was already fucked up

So I would be still 5 I guess

[wildbrokenmosaics]

Where: Code Latte

With: Anyone (0/5) @scrubshqstarters

When: June 2025

Alexandrea would’ve been sitting in her regular corner of the café, which she is a frequent patron of. An avid space that is one of her favourite locations to visit in town — having found the atmosphere and environment conducive to get her work done in. Ever since she transferred to Kingsley Memorial Hospital, the young surgeon has managed to make Queens’ best kept secret into her most preferred safe haven for when she needed the calming refuge of the haunt in place of her old one, Lisa's Spoon, back on the Upper East Side. Both fulfilled the main criteria of being away from the ever bustling rumor gossip mill of her fellow coworkers, which made any workspace at the hospital impossible to find any peaceful quiet amidst all of the chaos needed in order for her to concentrate and achieve the desired productivity she required to conquer all of the patients on her caseload charting paperwork that she had to catch up on filling up in a timely manner with an efficiency for accomplishing it all flawlessly.

Plus, it definitely didn’t hurt as an added benefit that the café never smelled like the atmosphere is drowning in the suffocating scent of antiseptic. Even if she is a surgeon and the smell of an operating room usually brought her much comforting joy, any medical professional would need a much welcomed reprieve from the overwhelmingly strong sterile air breathed in through the nose every once in a while with inevitable eventuality. Though, the young brunette would never be caught dead giving that brutally honest admission verbally as a confession being mentioned to her workplace insubordinates.

The surgeon has been drowning knee-deep in the recording of crucially important fine-print details of a medical case from one of her patients. Working to be a surgeon didn’t just mean that you’d cut a sick patient open just to fix what’s damaged inside of them and that your job would be completed since they’d be assumed to be healed thereafter. What it actually really meant is that she could not afford anything breaking her focus and causing her to screw up her fine-tooth combing detailing in the patient’s history because it could mean any discrepant inaccuracies being the difference between life and death for the said patient and whether you’d have taken a life that you’re responsible for in accountability.

Finally managing to look up from her laptop after having been hunched over it to the extent that a knot formed in her neck from the sheer tension when she completed filling in the mass majority of the boringly, snooze worthy administrative work that she had to get done, she straightened her posture and took a large gulp of her now lukewarm cup of liquid gold in the form of a double-shot espresso latte.

Seeing someone new enter from her optimally vantage viewpoint of the calming scenic sights at the desk she is using in the café, the young woman greeted with a politely, curt friendly smile of prideful satisfaction in a highly clear, eloquent quip from a slightly mild amusement.  ❝ You know, as a trained medical professional, we’re supposed to be warned about the effects of the overconsumption of the addictive drug called caffeine. Notwithstanding, the truly sad, overcomplicated and ironic truth is that we, as surgeons, simply cannot do our jobs to save others’ lives without having it for sustenance to survive and heal others without first destroying our own and putting our healths at risk in order to properly function at our jobs. ❞

[angstfactory]

@blackcatxmagic (ocean)

BANG! JESSE!

"Ah shit," he sighed, backing away from the ATV he was repairing yet again, "what the fuck is goin' on now.." Jesse muttered this annoyance to himself as there seemed to be a commotion going on down the ways — one of the workers was screaming for him now, after what sounded like the feed mixer backfiring. They all knew that sound because the damn thing kicked back all the time. Could be pretty damn dangerous too, though they hadn't had an accident with it in a few years now.

Until today, it sounded like. JESSE, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!

"I'm comin'!" he barked back, jogging forward to see what the hell was going on and who the people were crowding. "Ocean?" The name came from Jesse in some surprise as he broke through the people to find the young man sitting there, blood everywhere. "What the hell happened?!" he asked in some alarm, pushing aside another worker so he could get a good look at the damage.

It was Ocean's hand, and it looked like one of the blades had caught him something fierce on the back of it.

"Alright, alright, calm down," Jesse snapped at the others, so they would quiet, "c'mon Oc—" This nickname came out like 'Oush'. He grabbed the man by the back of the shirt to help haul him to his feet. "Gotta get this cleaned up, see how bad it is." Shit, hopefully the kid didn't need stitches. That meant it'd be a trip to the hospital. There seemed to be a lot of blood, but in Jesse's experience, that didn't always mean the wound itself was dire. And with it being the back of the hand? Probably not at all. It just looked gnarly. "Y'all get back to work, huh? Show's over, he's gonna be fine."

He damned well better be fine. First week on the job and already injured. Wasn't a good look for Prescott Ranch. What if Ocean quit because of this?

Jesse lead the younger man back to the main building, his own hand clamped down tightly over the wound to stifle its bleeding. "It's just a cut," he told Ocean, in case the other was panicking, "those damn blades can be rough." He brought Ocean to the kitchen sink and turned on the water. "Keep the water on it a min, I'm gonna get the kit." Jesse was back in a few seconds, first aid kit in hand. "How you holdin' up?"

[prettyswellaus]

Quiet Springs...a town drenched a bloody and violent history. Only the brave, or stupid, would dare to even set foot in a place such as this...One of those folks being the hapless protagonist: Nathan Summers.

Quiet Springs is home to many ghouls and ghosts, Jon being one of them. He is fought as a boss, but he has different motives compared to the others. Where the other bosses serve the one behind the town's troubles, Jon just wants to be the one to take down said person, the one who slew him a long while ago.

Outside of work however, he's the sweet yet ditzy Jon we all know and love. He's even dating Jordan!

[residences-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Berrypaw

Aliases / Nicknames: Brat, Bratpaw, Annoying Flea

Gender: tom

Sexuality: bisexual

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, five unnamed littermates

Other Relations: unnamed mentor

Clan: ThunderClan

Rank: apprentice

Characteristics: talks back, childish, shameless, bold

Motive to Harm: fun

Number of Victims: 1+

Number of Murders: 0

Murder Method: N/A

Method of Harm: disrespecting his leader, disrespecting StarClan

Known Victims: Specklestar, StarClan in general

Victim Profile: his leader, his ancestors

Cause of Death: crushed by fallen branch

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

He learned early on that the best way for cats to pay attention to him was to annoy them.

Play games? Only works if they have the time and until they're tired.

Flicking their ears or sticking out his tongue at them? They'll be so irritated that they'll stick around him.

He was born in a large litter of six healthy kits, and that was a lot of divided attention for his parents. Berrykit started acting out because of frustration at not being soothed or spoken to enough by his mother or father. The moment he did something bad, he was scolded, but all he could focus on was that his parents were paying attention to him.

Berrypaw focused on training and, not including the occasional prank or joke, was professional when he was alone or only with his mentor. But the moment there was a peer around or more than two other cats, he put on his smirk and began his prodding.

The bigger the crowd, the better. He loved being the centre of attention, it didn't matter if that attention was negative.

This all culminated in his final, big joke: saying "I don't" to the Clan leader instead of "I do" during his warrior ceremony.

Immediately he was met with anger and gasps. No one thought that it was funny, but that didn't matter. Berrypaw thought it was funny, and a big smile spread on his face as he looked up at his flustered and annoyed leader.

Specklestar pressed on, asking if Berrypaw knew what he was doing, asking if he was sure. As Berrypaw kept confirming, Specklestar's questions became more serious. She asked if Berrypaw knew he was disrespecting his leader and StarClan, then if Berrypaw was sure he wanted to continue with his attitude, reminding him that StarClan was watching.

Berrypaw put on an innocent face, saying that he knows he's not ready to finish training, so why is everyone putting up such a fuss? He's just being honest.

Eventually the meeting ended and Berrypaw was punished with cleaning out the elder's den and cleaning the dirtplace until after everyone else was asleep.

Then he curled up in his nest in the apprentice's den--unusually cold and quiet with all his littermates now sitting vigil.

He was about to drift into sleep when he heard creaking from above. Then the den roof collapsed.

Additional Information:

--His littermates were the first to hurry to the apprentice's den because they were already up.

--The branch would have fallen even if StarClan was not disrespected--they did not cause it to fall. But had Berrypaw not ruined his own ceremony, he wouldn't have been in the apprentice's den at that time, and would have survived.

--Base: F2u Apprentice Base by KouNavi48 on DeviantArt

[mystery-star]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 13 | Infection

Gladiator (2000)

[eorzean-xaela]

Took about an inch of skin off my foot while shaving. Didn't even need to shave the top of my foot there was like 3 hairs there.

[prevailinghatred]

@nemotiabound plotted. 😇💉

Megatronus was struggling to walk with dignity when all he wanted to do was limp.

He clutched his savaged leg in one servo, practically dragging it behind him. His pede thumped along uselessly with every step, sending a sheet of white hot agony up his struts and straight to his CPU, nearly whiting-out his optics with pain.

He wasn't bleeding. He'd seen to that in the ring the moment he'd had a spare breath, and had cauterized his lines himself using his blowtorch attachment — which was a holdover from his days on satellite C-12.

He paused for a moment to rest, venting hard as he braced his full weight against the wall, digging his fingers into his palm with such savageness he was dimly aware he had dented the metal. He gritted his teeth, only barely resisting the urge to shout as agony again lanced up his leg.

Only a few more steps, he tried to reassure himself. A few more steps and he would finally be at the complimentary, state-of-the-art medibay that the Guild condescended to provide their broken toys.

Perhaps the new live-in medic, who had only arrived yesterday morn, would numb his circuits. If only for a moment's blessed relief from this near-constant pain since the most recent match had ended only minutes ago. It was only by the virtue of the Colosseum's security detail that he'd managed to slip away from the crowd so quickly, especially when his fans had rushed to his side. As if any of the untrained could hope to do anything for him now.

He shoved himself upright and continued on. At last, the medibay was up ahead, and the sight so encouraged him that he found another burst of strength. He set his finger on the access panel by the door, and a small prod emerged which conveyed a unique electrical impulse to the lock, and the door hissed open to allow him entry.

Megatronus heaved himself onto the berth without so much as a hello to the new medic, whose back had been to him. He seized his leg with both servos to put pressure on the wound, at which point he realized his hands were coming away mysteriously damp. Perhaps... he hadn't cauterized the wound quite as well as he once thought.

Energon, pink with vitality, leaked round his fingers.

"You'll forgive the lack of pleasantries," Megatronus began, optics glitching as he snarled the words through clenched teeth.

"If you'd be so kind... help me."