Nothing better than that End Of Story aesthetic where the whumpee has their arm in a sling, their jacket hanging over their shoulders, and their face bruised... but they're smiling because it's finally over.
Maybe someone claps them on their bad shoulder, to which they wince but maintain their smile because it's over, it's finally over.
[How do you do something to a fictional character, and then feel like you need to GRIEVE...?!? >.>;
Also, turns out, when you have, in the past, looked up and watched stuff about common climbing injuries, you remember that shiz. Vicariously. Vividly. >///>;;;
And Pomni, also not doing so well. It's just a bad time all around. I think I'm done beating up my dolls, now... oh... what have I done? :'c
a-HEM... Uuuuuuuh... ... See you on Friday, my lumped lampreys. ^^;;; ]
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TADC: c://Dele/Corr (<- Direct Link here~)
(26088 words) by AngelicDirt
Chapters: 27/?
Fandom: The Amazing Digital Circus (Web Series)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Caine/Pomni (The Amazing Digital Circus), Jax/Ragatha (The Amazing Digital Circus)
Characters: Caine (The Amazing Digital Circus), Pomni (The Amazing Digital Circus), Ragatha (The Amazing Digital Circus), Bubble (The Amazing Digital Circus), Zooble (The Amazing Digital Circus), Jax (The Amazing Digital Circus), Kinger (The Amazing Digital Circus), Gangle (The Amazing Digital Circus)
Additional Tags: Long, Short Chapters, Dreams and Nightmares, Comfort, Angst, Action/Adventure, Trauma, Hypnosis, Mind Control, Memory Share, Sporatic Fluff, Self-Hatred, Near-Spiraling Thoughts, Jax Angst (The Amazing Digital Circus), Jax Is Not Okay (The Amazing Digital Circus), Serious Caine (The Amazing Digital Circus), Characters Yelling or Screaming, Arguing, Sane Kinger (The Amazing Digital Circus), Journal Entries, Does This Remind You Of Anything? (Trope), Wire Play but Not, code play, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Evil Gloating, villian monologue, Exhaustion, Self-Induced Malfunction, Transformation, Monster Caine (The Amazing Digital Circus), Body Puppeting, Clueless Victim, Pomni Thoughts (The Amazing Digital Circus), The politics of three toybox towns in the middle of a magical disaster, Leadership Zooble (The Amazing Digital Circus), Make your mark on the world you say…?, Mid-Ep8 Canon Split (The Amazing Digital Circus), Mind Break, Mind Manipulation, Mindfuck, Torture, Psychological Torture, Body Horror, Body Modification, Sharing a Meal, Food, Watching Someone Eat, No AI Used, Caine is Overprotective (The Amazing Digital Circus), Standard Adventuring Procedures, Little Wielder Big Sword, Self-Doubt, Grumpy Pomni is Grumpy, Xan (TADC OC), Jax and Xan being clowns, Night Sounds, Camping, Scolding, Death Threats, Falling Out of Trees, Cat Caine (TADC), Serious Injuries, You ever drop a character out of a tall tree?, Just me? Cool alright I understand… >.>;
Summary:
Or "The Amazing Digital Circus: Delete/Corruption"
This started off as a personal vent, and some exploration of the the TADC crew after e8… But Caine did not directly delete. He's in the recycling bin. With Pomni? Huh, how curious. I am also, for some reason, absolutely smitten with the idea of Showtime, so there's that. 😈
5-28-26: (okay, so no one was going to tell me that I was time traveling to August?) ANYwho, finally decided on the name. You, uh, you you say the name of the .hack stuff. And I don't even think I explained why, even. Well, simply put, Caine got deleted, in-canon… but here he didn't. He got almost deleted. Files that are partially deleted… they're just corrupt, are they not? So, yeah. I also kinda wanted to emphasize how that changes not only him, but everyone else. Because no character is coming out unscathed. Like… NO one. Everything changes. Everything corrupts. :P
6-22-26: Aaaaaand here we are. (E9 is the fook AMAZEBALLS, btw…) And, as such… … Three days again, bby! Whooooo! (That's, uh, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.) Need that extra day, or else finishing this is going to take… well, two whole ass years like the original TADC. XD
Dislocated joints are actually very fun whump concepts. Think about it:
First you have the initial injury. Be it a dislocated shoulder, hip, knee, all potential locations are dehibilitating, losing the use of that arm or being unable to walk, etc.
Also that every time the whumpee tries to move the dislocated limb they risk making it worse and intensify the pain.
Then... then you have treatment. Forcing a dislocated joint back into place is NOT FUN. Not for the whumpee, not for the caretaker. And if someone inexperienced tries and messes it up... oh boy oh boy we making it worse!
And of course you have all the issues that might come about after the joint is fixed, such as strained muscles, sprained ligaments and tendons, nerve damage, vascular (blood vessel) issues, stiff joints/osteoarthritis... the list goes on.
Anyway thinking about this bc someone I know irl dislocated both their knees on separate occasions, (and it took like four medical professionals to put it back in place). Also I remembered a scene in Mom's Night Out (2014) where Sam dislocates his shoulder and instead of letting a medical professional set it he slammed. His shoulder. Into a wall. And shoved it back in place. In the storming emergency room. In front of the receptionist. I cringe every time.
Found this in my notes app from back when i dislocated my shoulder and had to choose between wearing my sling or using my crutches:
I wish I wasn't ill. I grieve the gymnast, the swimmer, the fighter, the climber that I was before. I grieve the life I could have had.
I wish I wasn't ill. Because if I wasn't ill, if I did not walk with a cane, if I did not have betraying joints, I would not choose between one aid and another just to spare myself the humiliation of both.
I wish I wasn't ill.
Because healthy people don't worry about looking too ill to be with the healthy people or too healthy to be with the ill people.
Because healthy people don't get dismissed because of their age or aids.
They do not get told they are "so young!" In that voice that says "you have so much to live for, why choose illness when there is so much health?" Why choose illness like it is a choice, like I chose to lose myself, chose to rewrite my future, chose to abandon that beautiful big tree or the boxing gloves or yellow belt that I could have had if only I had not had illness forcefully thrust down my throat.
And yet still people look at me like I choose to walk out of the house everyday looking broken.
Note: I love Shatterpoint lineage but writing female characters doesn't come easy to me... Still, I hope you enjoy! :)
@juneofdoom
Padawan Depa Billaba injures herself while sparring and somehow misses the chance to tell her master. Not that Master Windu won't figure her out, sooner or later. He is not as disappointed as she feared.
Depa didn’t exactly plan to lie Master Windu like that. She doesn’t like to lie to him in general because he figures her out sooner or later anyways, and when he does, he usually isn’t amused at all.
This lie, however, was simply the results of a sparring session with her sister in the early morning that went down the hill at some point. Sar had been away on a mission for the last few months and during her time away, she had become surprisingly quick in combat
It was Depa’s mistake, really, to underestimate the speed with which she was able to strike back, making Depa stumble and fall from the platform. The pain that shoots through her shoulder is immediate, sharp, stretching all the way into her fingertips.
She barely manages to suppress a sharp cry, forces herself to lie down on the floor. Sar is by her side immediately, landing cattishly on the floor.
“Depa. I’m so sorry,” she starts, crouching down next to her and helps her sit up.
“I’m good,” Depa forces out, trying to get the air back into her lungs while pushing herself up with her good arm.
The one she fell on feels numb, all the way up to the shoulder where searing pain bleeds into her collarbone and up her neck.
“Are you sure?” Sar frowns, a worried look on her face. “I can take you to the Halls of Healing if you’d like.”
“No,” Depa answers, quickly. “I’ll just put some ice on it.”
She does exactly that once she returns to the quarter rooms and peaks inside to learn that luckily Master Windu isn’t around. She can barely move her arm, it hangs down by her side almost entirely useless.
That night she soon realizes that maybe hiding her injury was a bad idea. For a long moment, she ponders on seeing Master Windu about it.
Depa decides against it, mostly because she only recovered from a fever a few weeks ago. Not being able to train was getting annoying. She suspects that Master Windu found it annoying too.
Her excuses for why she doesn’t have time for training last all of two days before Master Windu manages to corner her and she knows that there isn’t an excuse that will save her from a sparring match now.
Still, at first she flees to her room. Tries to steel herself, tries to make her arm mobile, tries to talk herself through the exercise.
It’s no use, she still can barely move her arm and every soft stretch sparks pain in her shoulder, bringing tears to her eyes.
“Depa.” Oh no, Mace has that tone in his voice. She immediately knows that she is busted. Did she let her force shields slip?
“May I come in?” She tries to whip her face with her good arm swiftly, but she barely manages before Master Windu gently opens the door a sliver.
“You may,” she answers, trying to sound as neutral as possible.
Mace enters slowly but when he spots her sitting on the floor, he is by her side almost immediately, carefully wrapping an arm around her.
“Padawan. Can you tell me what is wrong?”
Depa sniffles and wipes away some more tears.
Mace gently presses the back of his hand against her cheek before brushing his hand over her hair. The braids are two days old and usually she takes way better care of her hair, redoes it every morning even if it ends up in the same style. Now there are strands and fuzz sticking out, making the entire thing look messy.
“I fell on my shoulder,” she mutters, starring at the ground.
Mace can feel the pain radiating from her smaller body. It worries him greatly. The last two days, she has felt off in the force but now all her shields seem to be crumbling.
No wonder, she looks beyond exhausted. Her pale face only makes the eyebags stand out more clearly.
“May I see?” He requests.
Depa nods and unfolds the first layer of robs, pushing them off her shoulder clumsily.
At first glance, Mace can see that there is something wrong with the limb. It looks… just a little off. There is a dip over her collarbone that he is pretty sure shouldn’t be there.
He rests his hand over the curve of her shoulder, noticing the bright, hot pain rising from it.
She pales further which is truly impressive, considering the skin around her nose and forehead are already rivaling the white of her sheets.
“I assume this injury is already two days old?” At least, that is when he noticed that she was avoiding him. At first, Mace had attributed her odd behaviour to some sort of minor inconvenience. Apparently he was wrong. It is a surprise— and somewhere in the back of his mind, he thinks it is a display of skill— that she managed to shield him from noticing her pain.
Depa nods. Mace sighs.
He gently wraps his hand around her healthy upper arm.
“Up you get, Spitfire. This demands a trip to the healers.”
She gets to her feet, and he stirs her down the hall before she can start to argue. Mace knows how stubborn she can be.
It seems like she has no fight left to give. The way she complies so easily worries Mace. She sticks close to his side, and he does his best to shield her from any curious gazes.
It takes Healer Apprentice Vokara Che one look at Depa to determine that her shoulder is dislocated.
“You should not drag an injury like this around for longer than a few hours. Next time come and see us immediately,” she lectures.
Mace stands to the side while the blue Twi’lek examines Depa’s arm more closely. His padawan is sitting sunken together on the edge of the biobed, lets the older teen talk.
Finally, Vokara turns to Mace. He face is a picture of focus.
“I will go talk to the Chief Healer and then we can fix this right away,” she explains.
Mace nods which seems to be good enough for her, since she turns around and hurries off into the mace of the Halls of Healing.
Mace takes a few steps towards Depa and sits down by her side, resting an arm around her. She leans her cheek against his shoulder. One of her buns brushes against his face and he thinks that she should probably offer to redo her hair for her. It must bother her greatly.
“Don’t lie to me,” he says, quietly to not disturb the healing silence in the halls.
“I’m sorry. It was stupid.”
“It was.” He lets the silence linger for a few moments, partially to make sure she actually learns her lesson. If she pulls more of stunts like this one, Mace fears he will go grey before her apprenticeship ends.
“Would you like me to braid your hair?” He finally breaks the silence.
Depa looks up at him, still with wet eyes but also nods barely noticeable.
