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That last one of Lopmon is killing me

happy 2nd anniversary digimon survive! i’m sorry for no new survive artwork so i reposted my fave survive pieces ive done

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I cannot emphasize enough how much of a life hack it is to exclusively be friends with, date and marry people who are not constantly mean assholes to you.

When I first started writing stories I would only write in cursive with a black pen. Then a blue pen. Then print/pencil. Then cursive/pencil. Then cursive/eraseable pen, etc.

Reblog this if you had to learn cursive writing as a child

If you were ever told or were made to learn cursive writing when you were in grade school. I wanna see how many of you suffered like I did.

This is fucking loud.

Jensen Ackles | Columbus (Ohio), Convention | June 9, 2024 [x]

Alexa, play Give Me Everything by Pitbull Nayer and Afrojack

June of Doom Day 6

“They don’t care about you.”  | Flinch | Broken Promise | Abandoned |

Content: manipulation, intimate whumper

Whumpee flinched as they heard the door to their cell open. Whumper walked in looking almost sympathetic, a look that could never be trusted coming from them.

Whumper sighed, "I just got off the phone with your team."

Whumpee perked their head up at that.

"They had a whole lot to say but I um... have something to tell you."

Whumpee was paying so much attention that Whumper thought their brain might explode.

"They agreed that they aren't coming back for you."

Whumper tried to hide their delight as Whumpee's eyes widened in disbelief like they were a puppy that just got kicked.

"What? You're lying. They wouldn't-"

"Oh, but yes they would." Whumpee shivered as Whumper looked them directly in the eyes walking towards them. "That's why they abandoned you in the first place."

"But... they wouldn't. I know my team better than you and... they wouldn't do that."

Whumper kneeled down in front of Whumpee, face filled with some form of concern but there was a fire in their eyes that Whumpee didn't want to acknowledge.

"Oh sweetheart, I hate to say this but... they don't care about you."

Whumpee's heart shattered in an instant. Deep down they knew their team thought lesser of them and probably weren't coming back, but to hear it straight from Whumper really set it in stone.

Whumpee broke down in tears as Whumper cradled them in their arms.

"Don't cry sweetheart. I know it's not what you wanted to hear, but you still have me."

This only made Whumpee cry harder as they melted in Whumper's arms. It felt so wrong, it was so wrong, but what else could they do? They didn't want to acknowledge it, but the only one they had left was Whumper. Even if they hated them. Even if Whumper had hurt them endlessly for so long. They didn't have a choice so they chose the only thing they could choose; to finally give in.

I'm getting so sick of major female characters in historical media being incredibly feisty, outspoken and public defenders of women's rights with little to no realistic repercussions. Yes it feels like pandering, yes it's unrealistic and takes me out of the story, yes the dialogue almost always rings false - but beyond all that I think it does such a disservice to the women who lived during those periods. I'm not embarrassed of the women in history who didn't use every chance they had to Stick It To The Man. I'm not ashamed of women who were resigned to or enjoyed their lot in life. They weren't letting the side down by not having and representing modern gender ideals. It says a lot about how you view average ordinary women if the idea of one of your main characters behaving like one makes them seem lame and uninteresting to you.

THESE. DEPRIVE YOUR DARLINGS.

Make your Whumpee tired.

Whumpees that have been deprived of sleep by Whumper, so much so that they don't remember how to walk in a straight line and can't figure out whether the recent appearance of little black bugs in their cell are real or a hallucination.

Whumpees that can't get a full night's rest. They doze off, only to be jolted awake by their own anxiety of not knowing when Whumper would come back. Perhaps they are awakened by phlegm-coated coughs induced by their illness. They are awakened by nightmares, or by Caregiver who is worried they may succumb to hypothermia, or by a thunderstorm, or the rough blanket scratching their open wounds, or so on.

Whumpees who pull all nighters to protect their friends or lovers.

Whumpees whose eyes burn when they finally can close their eyes. Whumpees whose muscles twitch, who can't stop yawning no matter how hard they try to stifle it. Whumpees with dark, glassy eyes. Whumpees who are slow to react or have a hard time keeping up with the conversation. Whumpees with throbbing headaches. Whumpees with brain fog and memory loss.

Whumpees who have been on the run and have over exhausted their bodies. Their muscles and joints continue to scream long after its over. Whumpees with extensive blood loss. Whumpees who are malnourished.

Whumpees whose survivor's guilt keeps them awake, wondering what they might have done differently, whether it was all their fault, or why they were the ones to live.

Whumpees whose bodies are in chronic pain or illness and who have to hide it, causing muscle and mental fatigue. They keep going with a smile until they collapse or pass out.

Whumpees who break down in tears, begging to be left alone so they can rest. Whumpees who sob when they are told that the bed in front of them is theirs to use whenever they want.

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Spirit Work (Five Nights at Freddy’s whump)

The witch stepped out of her van, sighing to herself as she stared through the darkness at the abandoned restaurant meters away from her. The exterior lights were on, illuminating the overgrown building and parking lot—but not much else.

This was stupid. Why was she taking advice from a pendulum?

She knew the answer to that, as much as she disliked it. She’d been desperate for a lead, for a real encounter with a haunting. She’d begged her pendulum for a hint, and it had drifted towards this spot on her map…

An abandoned pizza place. Odd, she couldn’t find it plausible that anyone had died here. But it certainly fit the usual profile of the haunted buildings she’d conduct her sessions in—poorly maintained, crumbling, left to rot for one reason or another.

It was a particularly warm night, so the witch felt comfortable sitting on the pavement just outside the old building. She held a stone in one hand, gripping it with intense effort and closing her eyes.

Show me what’s here.

She immediately recognized the shift in the air, the way her surroundings seemed to grow quiet. Even the buzz of the overhead lights seemed to soften as she listened for signs.

But…after a few minutes, the silence seemed deafening. Had there really been *nothing* here? Not a single voice, not even—

She opened her eyes as she moved to push herself up, and immediately locked eyes with someone. They were pressed against the window, staring right back at her. She couldn’t make out any details, and they seemed to shrink into the darkness as soon as she’d risen to stand.

“Hey!” She shouted, more out of surprise than expecting a response. So…there was something here. Paranormal or not.

As the witch pushed the old metal door open, pepper spray in hand, she reminded herself that she was smarter than the people in horror movies. She could run, she had a weapon, she knew better. She’d be fine. Most likely, this was just a squatter. But…for her own sake, she had to know.

The place was a mess, tables and chairs strewn about the place. Water damage was corroding every inch of the walls, something she knew her own dad would cringe at. The smell was typical of the abandoned places she’d visited—mold, rain, and dust all mingling together. She crouched down next to an overturned diner booth, admiring the painted artwork of a cartoon bear.

Kids probably used to love this place, germs and all. She wondered if this was another case like she’d seen in Florida a few years back—a child who’d died early and gone back to a happy memory to haunt.

But, she was getting ahead of herself. The shape in the window didn’t even look like a child. Did it? Did it look like anything?

She set her bag down, digging around in the dark with one hand to find her infrared camera. The place was getting darker the more she explored, and it’d be easy to find spirits (or squatters, her logical side reminded her) if she was looking for heat signatures.

As soon as her fingers wrapped around the camera, however, a splitting pain cracked across the back of her skull. Everything became dark and blurred after that.

“you’re safe now.”

“you can rest now.”

“you’ve fought so hard.”

“you don’t have to fight anymore.”

“just sleep, okay?”

“i won’t let anything hurt you.”

“it’s over. it’s all over.”

“you don’t have to worry about anything right now.”

“shh, shh, i’ve got you. you’re safe here.”

“i know it was scary.”

“i know it hurts.”

“you’re all done hurting. there’s no more pain.”

“just focus on resting, okay?”

“you need to save your strength.”

“your job right now is to heal.”

“i’m getting you out of here.”

“i’m taking you home. we’re going home.”

“you’re safe in my arms. the hard part is over.”

Omfg HAAAAAAAAANDS

Hands in Whump

-Running a gentle hand through Whumpee's hair, whispering reassurances into their ear.

-Grabbing Whumpee's arm to stop them from escaping, digging their nails into the flesh.

-A red, stinging handprint left on the side of Whumpee's face after a slap.

-Caretaker using their thumb to wipe tears off of Whumpee's face.

-Fingers intertwined, comforting pressure on the hand.

-Placing the back of the hand on Whumpee's forehead to check their fever.

-A hand broken after being stomped on by Whumper, Whumpee trying to get their fingers to move.

-Palms and fingers burned on a hot pan or stove.

-Fingernails being broken or ripped out.

-Cupping Whumpee's face.

-A hand clasped over the mouth to keep Whumpee from screaming

-Gentle hands applying bandages to aching wounds.

-An outstretched hand, offering aid and protection.

-Hands in the air to signal surrender.

-Whumpee covering their face with their hands so nobody can see them cry.

-Hands clasped over the back of Whumpee's neck as protection from an imminent beating.

And so, so much more!

Me trying to remain calm in the face of this ENTIRE FUCKING POST

This porno didn’t fuck around

OH yeah.....

‘Can you stand?’ A asked. B nodded shakily, trying to pull themselves to their feet.

Just as soon as they managed to get upright, their knees buckled. B’s vision went blurry as they tried to grab the wall, or anything, really, to stop them from-

A catches them before they hit the ground, helping B sit back down. ‘S-sorry,’ B stutters. ‘I-’

‘It’s okay.’ A slips a hand under B’s legs and another behind their back and picks them up easily. ‘It’s okay, I’ve got you.’

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Yeeeeaaaahhhh

the audible damage to a whumpee's voice from the harm that's come to them... hoarse and quiet from being choked, or from screaming until their voice gives out, or from crying so hard for such a long time. the raspy way everything is forced out, the way their voice cracks and squeaks, the way they wince and cringe and swallow hard before trying again. it hurts to listen to them.

OOOOH I wanna try this with my characters...

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ear’s guide to writing stab wounds

disclaimer!!!: this isn’t to be used as actual medical advice there isn’t enough information at hand to properly treat someone, this is just for writing.

hemostatic (blood clotting) control is the number one priority. minor bleeding can be controlled with direct pressure to the wound. moderate bleeding may require a compression bandage as well as direct pressure. severe penetrating wounds or a nicked artery means wound packing will be necessary as well as direct pressure.

types of stab wounds:

- blunt stab wound means whatever object caused the trauma wasn’t sharp or wasn’t moving fast enough so the skin tears.

- penetrating stab wounds go deep into the skin and into the muscle.

- superficial stab wounds don’t go too far under the skin and look worse than they actually are.

steps to treatment:

1. if the object is still inside the person’s body do not remove it unless it’s to the groin, neck, or axillae (armpit) and the bleeding is hard to control.

2. remove person’s clothes to check for any other wounds and keep the area clear.

3. keep an eye on blood pressure and airway.

4. the wound type and location changes how the rest of treatment will follow.

location:

head: direct pressure is mainstay. head wounds also bleed more than any other part of the body. has the highest mortality rate.

face: severe wounds to the face means the patient has to be seated forward to keep blood out of the airway.

neck: direct pressure is mainstay. if the airway can be secured and is absolutely necessary, wound packing can be applied.

arms: depending on the severity, any of the three treatments can be used.

legs: depending on the severity, any of the three treatments can be used.

abdomen: damage to organs is highly likely. direct pressure should be applied first while surveying if the object was long enough to damage an organ. if so, wound packing may be necessary.

chest: if the wound is deep enough it can cause open pneumothorax (‘sucking’ chest wound) a seal needs to be placed over the wound to keep air from getting inside. if this isn’t done in time the affected lung will collapse.

back: can typically be treated with only direct pressure. wound packing is rarely necessary.

neck, chest, abdomen, and pelvis wounds should never be packed unless absolutely necessary.

treatment types:

direct pressure: key to any wound. can be done with whatever is available even if that means the medic needs to use their own body weight.

tourniquets: applied to the limbs. typically not applied for more than thirty minutes. in some cases, they can be left on for hours, keeping the phrase “life over limb” in mind. complications with tourniquets like nerve damage or ischemia (no blood circulation) are rare. don’t apply over a joint and apply above the wound.

wound packing: done with standard gauze and or hemostatic dressing

wound packing steps:

1. control the bleeding with pressure. use anything available even if it means t shirts or a knee.

2. place a gloved finger inside the wound too apply initial pressure. this will hurt like a bitch. also gives you an idea of what direction the blood is coming from so gauze can be used more accurately.

3. begin packing the wound with gauze. keep pressure on the wound with finger while wrapping gauze around another finger and pushing it in the wound.

4. keep packing the wound until no more gauze can fit in, and then keep direct pressure on for at least three minutes.

5. after the three minutes, use something like a bandage wrap to keep the gauze secure inside the wound.

6. splinting the area to keep it immobilized may be vital to keep the hemorrhage from restarting

7. if bleeding continues medic has to decide if they need to take out gauze and reapply with new gauze or apply more direct pressure. this is usually done by how long it takes to get to further treatment. the longer the wait the more of an incentive it becomes to repack the wound. if it’s just down the road then apply pressure.

most likely complications:

hypoxia, shock, and hypothermia are complications that need to be watched for and treated immediately if they occur.

hypoxia:

occurs when a region of the body doesn’t have enough oxygen in the tissue. can lead to organ damage, brain and heart damage being the most dangerous.

symptoms include: tachycardia (rapid heart rate), difficulty breathing, confusion, shortness of breath, anxiety, headache, and restlessness.

severe symptoms include: bradycardia (slow heart rate), extreme restlessness, and cyanosis (blue or purple tint to skin).

treatment: oxygen

shock:

life threatening condition where the body doesn’t have enough blood volume to circulate through itself. if it goes on for long enough, organ damage and death may occur.

symptoms: rapid, slow, or absent pulse, heart palpitations, rapid shallow breathing, lightheadedness, cold clammy skin, dilated pupils, chest pain, nausea, unfocused eyes, confusion, anxiety, and loss of consciousness.

treatment: if they’re not breathing, cpr is required. if they are breathing, lay on back and raise feet a foot off the ground to keep blood in the vital organs.

blood transfusion and fluids once in a hospital setting.

hypothermia: occurs when the body is losing heat quicker than it can produce. the more blood that’s lost the more likely hypothermia is to occur.

symptoms: differ based on severity

hypothermia:

in mild hypothermia: shivering, exhaustion, clumsiness, sleepiness, weak pulse, tachycardia (rapid heart rate), tachypnea (rapid breathing), pale skin, confusion, and trouble speaking.

in moderate hypothermia: bradycardia (slow heart rate), bradypnea (slow breathing), slurred speech, decline in mental function, shivering slows down, hallucinations, cyanosis (blue or purple tint to skin), muscle stiffness, dilated pupils, irregular heart rate, hypotension (decreased blood pressure), and loss of consciousness.

in severe hypothermia: shivering stops, hypotension (low blood pressure), absence of reflexes, compete muscle stiffness, fluid builds up in lungs, loss of voluntary motion, cardiac arrest (heart stops beating), coma, and death.

treatment: covering with a blanket, hat, and jacket, adding external heat like a hot pack, and if severe and in a hospital setting, warm fluids via iv, warm oxygen, and or a machine to warm the blood in the body.

if you have any questions feel free to ask! i plan on making a guide to gunshot wounds and a more in depth guide to hypothermia later.

i found a meme

I was watching a Lifetime Movie, and the female lead brought the male lead into her kitchen to treat a wound he just got… and a meme appeared.

I’ve never laughed so hard in my life. Could you, like, at least rinse that wound under water? Or maybe, I dunno, center the butterfly bandage properly?

Obviously, this is just a meme waiting to happen right here.

Feel free to have fun with it XD

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Oh no, not the dungeon… 🫣

A character, usually very reserved and self-contained, has their filter/self-control eroded by fever or illness or bloodloss or exposure and starts pleading and clinging to their companions for the comfort and contact they've craved all along but never before dared to openly express- which shocks their friends who had never realised cuddles and caresses were something the incapacitated character wanted and are heartbroken to think they've been depriving them of them; they hesitantly but wholeheartedly oblige with all the warm contact they can provide.