#tw arrow

[crovil]

“They don’t care as long as it isn’t HUMAN”

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My oc, Addaline,

She’s a harpy who was out flying for food for her baby when shot down by a human who just wanted her wings…

[serickswrites]

This Is Gonna Hurt

Warnings: blood, wounds, arrow, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery

Villain limped towards the med bay, stumbling any time they put any weight on their right leg. The leg throbbed with each beat of their heart. The swath of bandages they wrapped around their leg was stained red and was no longer stabilizing the arrow that Hero had shot them with.

Villain cursed as they stumbled once more, nearly falling on their injured leg. They threw themself to the side to avoid landing on the leg.

Supervillain poked their head out from a nearby room. "What's with all the noise?" They frowned at Villain.

"Hero shot me. With an arrow," they said through clenched teeth as they used the wall to stand. "Who the fuck uses arrows?"

"Hero apparently." Supervillain offered Villain their arm. "Let's get you to the med bay and get you cleaned up."

Villain gratefully leaned on Supervillain. "We gotta get the arrow out."

"I know." Supervillain helped Villain climb up on the exam table. "This is gonna hurt. A lot."

Villain swallowed. "I know. Just do it." They braced against the table.

"I can give you something for the pain," Supervillain offered.

"I metabolize painkillers too quickly. You know that. Besides my body is already trying to heal around the arrow. You need to pull it out. Now."

Supervillain nodded grimly. They put one hand on Villain's leg and the other on the arrow. "On the count of three then. One," and they yanked the arrow out of Villain's leg.

Villain screamed as the arrow tore through their flesh once more. Screamed and sobbed, but realized he worst of it was over. Their body could heal properly now. And soon they would be out of pain.

"Thank you," they said breathlessly to Supervillain.

"No problem. What do you say we make a plan to get Hero back, eh?" Supervillain smiled. "Meet me in my office once you can walk again."

[mvrphys-art]

missed again

[scuddish]

COREY FELDMAN as EDGAR FROG THE LOST BOYS 1987 | dir. Joel Schumacher

[solunstell]

GoodTimesWithScar, Hermitcraft S9, 4-11-2022

Reblog>likes

[itsleelove]

TW: Shot by arrow, no anesthesia

"We've got a man down over here!" Caretaker called across the field, dropping to the ground beside the person. "Hey, can you hear me, soldier? What's your name?" They slid the helmet off the person.

"M-my names Whumpee." They started to sit up, seemingly stirred by the sudden activity. "I-I'm okay— I-I—"

"Woah, woah, woah! Please don't move." Caretaker held them down.

" 'm f-f-fine... I-I—"

"You've been shot. Don't try and get up."

"Sh... shot..?"

A medic arrived quickly getting to work at cutting Whumpee’s armor off. "Hey, can you look at me? Good. Okay. Tell me your name?"

"M-my name..?" Whumpee paused, staring up at the sky. "... I-I... My name is W-Whumpee."

"Okay, good. Can you tell me a bit about yourself, Whumpee?" Medic continued methodically cutting away the armor. "Caretaker, can you keep them in conversation? Whumpee, what's your favorite color? Can you talk to Caretaker?"

"F-favorite color... G-green..."

"What makes green your favorite color?" Caretaker asked, brushing a stray lock of hair from Whumpee’s eyes.

"I-I... mmm..." Whumpee’s eyes started to close a little.

"Hey, hey, hey. Stay with me."

Medic removed the last piece of armor. "Whumpee? Hey, you're almost done. We've just got to get this arrow out. M'kay?"

"O-okay..." Whumpee murmured.

"Do you have any siblings?" Caretaker brushed through Whumpee’s hair, hoping the touch would help ground them.

"Yeah... T-two sisters."

"Okay, Whumpee, this is going to hurt, but I'm going to get the arrow out now. Caretaker, you may need to hold them down. Can you do that?"

Caretaker nodded.

Whumpee whimpered as Medic started to work. They gasped as Medic began to move the arrow out, raising their hands reflexively to stop Medic.

Caretaker caught them.

"Ah! I-i-it hu-hurts!"

"Shhh..." Caretaker soothed, holding Whumpee’s hands. "I know it hurts, but it's going to be okay. You can squeeze my hands if it'll help distract you."

Whumpee squeezed Caretaker’s hands tightly and gave another weak cry of pain as Medic finished removing the arrow and pressed clean bandages against the wound.

Whumptober #17

Field Care

('Please don't move')

[candlebandito]

let’s see if this stays up or not, some “self” portraits

[aqualad-is-taller]

Good night to everyone except the person who made this