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Lil’ Tip
I see two common formulas when a character is severely hurt
injured >> panic >> faint
or
injured >> hide it >> faint
While these two formulas are great, I am here to propose other things people do when they are in severe physical pain. pain to this degree throws a persons entire body out of wack, show it!
here are some other less commonly found things people do when they’re in severe pain:
firstly, repeat it after me, kids! not everyone faints when they’re in a ton of pain! some people wish they could faint
but they do tremble, convulse, or thrash uncontrollably (keep in mind, trembling and convulsing are something the body does of it’s own accord, thrashing is an action taken by the person)
hyper/hypoventilate
become nauseous
vomit (in severe cases)
hallucinate
lose sight (temporarily)
lose hearing (temporarily)
run a low-grade fever
run a high-grade fever (in severe cases)
become unaware of surroundings
develop a nosebleed
develop a migraine
sweat absolute bullets
feel free to add more in comments/reblogs!
Love and Nature
Osdea, the god of love, fell hopelessly in love with the god of nature, Ezella. Osdea tried everything she could to have the indifferent god acknowledge her, but Ezella never gave her the time of day. Osdea tried helping the flora and fauna, hoping to appeal to the god of nature through kindness. She tried befriending the different nature spirits, attempting to learn anything about Ezella. She tried just being in the same area as Ezella often, so maybe they'd take an interest in her, like she had in them.
Finally, when Osdea had given up hope in all else, she brought Ezella a small bouquet of flowers, ones she had seen them care for, and tried talking to the god. Ezella curtly turned Osdea down, but Osdea saw this as progress, for she had finally gotten Ezella to acknowledge her! And so Osdea brought another bouquet of flowers the next day, with the same result. She continued bringing flowers every day, each time with the same result.
On the fourth day, Ezella, growing steadily losing what little patience they had left from the frequent irritations said, "Every day you cut and bring me flowers that I have grown. Every day I turn you down, but that still does not seem to dissuade you. Your young naivety seems to know no bounds, so let me put this as plainly as possible. For as long as you continue bothering me and cutting the flowers I have grown and calling it a gift, I will never return your affections."
Osdea, stunned, watched as the god of nature swiftly turned and walked away, her eyes never lingering from their back, not even when her face grew warm or when the world in front of her clouded too an unrecognizable blur of colours. Only when Ezella was long out of sight was Osdea able to move, collapsing to her knees, and crushing the flowers.
She didn't even remember dropping them.
Hastily, she tried straightening the broken stems and rightening the misplaced petals, but the tears and her shaking hands only worsened the damage until her lap was covered in flower petals and leaves. She held the broken and baren flower stems to her chest, head in her lap and arms wrapped around her trembling body.
Gradually, slowly, her tears sprouted new flowers, wrapping first around the edges of her feet, then her dress and legs, her torso, her arms, her neck, her hair, her head. Oh so gradually, the suffocating pain in her chest took on a new shape; a shape that made more sense. Oh so slowly, her tears did dry, and the flowers clinging to her form began to bloom.
The forest nymphs were the first to find her. The rising sun painted her skin a brilliant golden colour through the shadows of towering trees and their vibrant green leaves. The delicate white of fresh blooms sparsely covering her form seemed to sing at their first sight of light. The god's chest rose and fell slowly as she laid sprawled across the forest floor, as if asleep. The nymphs, simply relieved that the poor god was no longer weeping, left her to sleep.
Osdea was not asleep. How could she sleep with the ceaseless, creeping pain inside her chest?
As the nymphs left, tears escaped and trickled down their familiar path over her skin and in between the delicate flowers.
The nymphs returned at sundown, the god's chest still steadily rising and falling, eyes closed to the world. The white flowers from before now more thoroughly covering her, and new flowers blooming at the edges of her face, there was very little of the god that was left untouched now. Small pin-pricks of blood scattered across her body where the flowers weaved their way through her skin.
Still, the nymphs left Osdea to her slumber. Still, Osdea was not asleep. She was paralyzed, as if the flowers had taken root in her muscles, rendering them completely useless. If nothing else, the whites and greens of the flowers and their stems, set against the dimming light of the falling sun brought some small glimmer of happiness to the sorrowful god.
'Perhaps,' thought the god 'this is the true nature of life; holding onto the smallest glimmer of hope and joy, no matter the cost.' Tears welled along her eyes once again, now hidden beneath a thin layer of foliage.
The petite white flowers weaving and sprouting through her skin were not what troubled Osdea. What troubled her was the feeling of small, sharp barbs being dragged through the inner linings of her being. Treacherously slowly, the talons clawed their way up her chest and into her throat. Every tentative rise and fall of her chest, every movement, no matter how small, pressed the stabbing blades in further.
Osdea learned what she could and could not do quite quicky. Movement was strictly forbidden. The god was still allowed to breathe, but gradually even that privileged had been restricted until her breaths were slow and shallow and her head grew light. She was not allowed to speak. Even if she wanted to, she wouldn't be able to croak out even a single word. But she was fine with that. She had no one to listen to her words anyways.
The stars above shone so brightly. Somehow, they seemed brighter than usual, almost as if they wept for the god, their small lights ever so slightly growing before trembling and shrinking again. The stars and their weeping slowly began to fade away as dawn drew near, and clouds covered the sky like a heavy blanket. Osdea could feel the plants blanketing her body still in anticipation. The world around her seemed to hold it's breath as she swam in and out of consciousness. She could still breathe. She didn't know why she was struggling. Her head felt so heavy.
The clouds were painted a brilliant ruby red, painting the forest in hues of pink. Osdea had never seen a sky quite like that, and she knew she never would again. A faint smile spread across her lips. This much she was still allowed.
She couldn't breathe.
The world fluttered in and out of existence, as if a butterfly were sat on her nose.
She was okay.
The sun began to crest its head over the horizon, vibrant scarlet to match the clouds above. The birds did not sing, nor did the deer begin to stir. The nymphs would not visit this morning.
She would be okay.
In and out, the world faded and re-ignited repeatedly. Dark crimson shadows fell over the forest. White flowers were painted pink.
It would be okay.
The world of reds and dark shadows swam in front of Osdea's eyes. From the darkness, her eyes landed on one figure, slowly approaching. The darkness encroached and consumed her vision. She pried her eyelids open, even if only once more. She would not let herself be robbed of her sight. Not yet.
She was out of time. She was not okay. She didn't want to die.
Light returned to the god. A soft face filled with love and sorrow stared down at her. For a moment, Osdea forgot about the tearing thorns in her chest, about the flowers covering her body, about the air missing from her lungs. For a moment, Osdea felt like she was dancing through the forest again, wanting nothing more than for Ezella to turn their attention to her.
Osdea watched as Ezella's lips moved, but no sound ever reached her ears. Why couldn't she hear the god? Why couldn't she hear the one person who's voice had rung through her head for days now?
Osdea opened her mouth, but the words she wanted to say were torn apart by the thorns within before they ever knew the breath of life. The scene before her clouded to a blur of reds again with only Ezella remaining in focus.
Ezella leaned down, filling Osdea's vision. Soft lips found her forehead, as if the flowers had parted specially for them. A drop of water rolled down her temple. It was warm. It was cold.
The clouds faded from her vision, and the thorns in her lungs disappeared. The god of love no longer felt the pinpricks of flowers weaving through her skin.
The god of nature rose with the rising sun, and began their daily care for the earth and its creatures.
The sun rose on the second morning. Where had previously laid Osdea, the god of love, now laid a beautiful flower bed, alive with dusty blues and pure whites. Sat in the center of the bed was a bush of roses, petals and thorns dyed the same blood-red colour.
Jason hates being reminded of his time in the warehouse, so he eliminates all connection to it, even if it takes extreme measures.
I need to stop giving extremely traumatized characters more trauma. This is from before the Bats learned about Red Hood
Part 3!!! This is the finale part! As you can see Jason does feel a teeny tiny bit of guilt for what happened but he’ll probably never admit it out loud. Also I don’t think Tim’s hero worship for Jason ever truly went away, even after all the murder attempts.
Part 1
Part 2
Just a quick doodle for my fic 👀
They were exhausted. They had had so many fights all one right after the other, and it was beginning to feel like there was no escape.
Atsushi and Akutagawa had been bickering the whole time, pushing blame onto the other, yelling out orders, and calling each other petty names that in the whole never really mattered. Atsushi could feel the tiger getting tired, he could feel it in the way he couldn’t move as fast, how his healing was slowing, how every single time he moved, he felt pain shoot through his body.
AKA Atsushi and Akutagawa are pushed to their limits as they fight with abilities they don't know
Prompt 2: Trust Issues Prompt 3: Set Up For Failure
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Injury Prompt #1031
Loss of consciousness
Injury Prompt #1025
whipped on the back
Injury Prompts #952
Needle to the neck
Injury Prompt #996
Chased while injured
Injury Prompt #1025
whipped on the back
Injury Prompt #1026
Strangled by a cord
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WRITEBLR HELLP
Where can I find accurate medical information on injuries. Like treatment, severity, and of course how long it would take to bleed out. I CAN'T FIND ANYTHING-
10 Non-Lethal Injuries to Add Pain to Your Writing
New Part: 10 Lethal Injury Ideas
If you need a simple way to make your characters feel pain, here are some ideas:
1. Sprained Ankle
A common injury that can severely limit mobility. This is useful because your characters will have to experience a mild struggle and adapt their plans to their new lack of mobiliy. Perfect to add tension to a chase scene.
2. Rib Contusion
A painful bruise on the ribs can make breathing difficult, helping you sneak in those ragged wheezes during a fight scene. Could also be used for something sport-related! It's impactful enough to leave a lingering pain but not enough to hinder their overall movement.
3. Concussions
This common brain injury can lead to confusion, dizziness, and mood swings, affecting a character’s judgment heavily. It can also cause mild amnesia.
I enjoy using concussions when you need another character to subtly take over the fight/scene, it's an easy way to switch POVs. You could also use it if you need a 'cute' recovery moment with A and B.
4. Fractured Finger
A broken finger can complicate tasks that require fine motor skills. This would be perfect for characters like artists, writers, etc. Or, a fighter who brushes it off as nothing till they try to throw a punch and are hit with pain.
5. Road Rash
Road rash is an abrasion caused by friction. Aka scraping skin. The raw, painful sting resulting from a fall can be a quick but effective way to add pain to your writing. Tip: it's great if you need a mild injury for a child.
6. Shoulder Dislocation
This injury can be excruciating and often leads to an inability to use one arm, forcing characters to confront their limitations while adding urgency to their situation. Good for torture scenes.
7. Deep Laceration
A deep laceration is a cut that requires stitches. As someone who got stitches as a kid, they really aren't that bad! A 2-3 inch wound (in length) provides just enough pain and blood to add that dramatic flair to your writing while not severely deterring your character.
This is also a great wound to look back on since it often scars. Note: the deeper and wider the cut the worse your character's condition. Don't give them a 5 inch deep gash and call that mild.
8. Burns
Whether from fire, chemicals, or hot surfaces, burns can cause intense suffering and lingering trauma. Like the previous injury, the lasting physical and emotional trauma of a burn is a great wound for characters to look back on.
If you want to explore writing burns, read here.
9. Pulled Muscle
This can create ongoing pain and restrict movement, offering a window to force your character to lean on another. Note: I personally use muscle related injuries when I want to focus more on the pain and sprains to focus on a lack of mobility.
10. Tendonitis
Inflammation of a tendon can cause chronic pain and limit a character's ability to perform tasks they usually take for granted. When exploring tendonitis make sure you research well as this can easily turn into a more severe injury.
This is a quick, brief list of ideas to provide writers inspiration. Since it is a shorter blog, I have not covered the injuries in detail. This is inspiration, not a thorough guide. Happy writing! :)
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Injury Type: Water Burns
Everyone gets this at least once in their life. The water’s too hot and it burns the skin. However, I always find it hard to remember the feeling and effect of it, so as I write this with a burned hand let’s go over this.
CAUSES: Really, REALLY hot water. Anything from horribly-temperatured water in high school bathrooms to the kind that’s boiled in a pot for spaghetti. Something that’s good to know is that it sometimes doesn’t register as scalding hot in your brain, and it’s not until the burn sets in that you realize that oh, I fucked up.
THE BURN AT THE START: Depending the source, it can be big, small, severe, miniscule. Overly hot tap water may just create a barely-visible patch of sensitive on the back of your hand. Spilling spaghetti water on your leg may cause the whole thing to go red, maybe even develop blisters, and in the wild scenario that the body part is submerged in scalding water, a hospital visit and extensive skin treatment is definitely in order. Sometimes at first it just feels funny, like Oh Geez What The Hell Did I Bruise My Hand Or Something. But then after a few minutes/hours it’s Oh God I Fucked Up.
THE BURN IN 2 DAYS: For small-scale burns, it takes around 2-3 days to notice anything’s off. All liquid coming in contact with the burn makes it ache, and any water that isn’t freezing hurts, and even then it still stings a little. The skin gets rough and slightly brittle in some spots. Big-time burns, however, form almost immediately, and within a few hours the skin turns red and splatter-like, and hurt a LOT. They resemble rashes, if you could pick up a can of paint that looks like a rash and throw it on someone. After a day (or two?) blisters may begin to form.
THE BURN IN A WEEK: Small-scale burns become more invisible than ever, but skin begins to flake off the burn as dry skin. Scratching it hurts, and the cold brings a strange aching sensation to the area. Large burns are similar, but on a MUCH larger, er, scale. Cold hurts, dry skin is everywhere (and it’s very nasty), it’s somewhat disfiguring with how red it is, and god forbid if anything touches it. Large burns can alternatively take a toll on mental health through making someone afraid to look at the spot because the injury has made it look so… unpleasing.
EXTRA HURTING: All I can think of is popping any blisters that form from large-scale burns. It’s incredibly painful, like a stab, and also very disgusting as well as making it harder to heal, but yet fairly easy to do.
HEALING: Small-scales generally heal on their own. It takes about three weeks to get the skin completely back to normal, maybe even more. Large-scale burns, however, may take anywhere from three weeks to a year, depending on how severe the burn is.
EXTRA: Characters probably won’t reveal smaller-scale burns since they’re invisible, and think nobody will believe that they are aching/in pain. Even if it’s covering their entire body and bringing a world of constant ache, they probably won’t say anything. Large-scale burns are obviously much more obvious and look like a few other injuries/sicknesses- as harmless as poison ivy and as deadly as a number of sicknesses caused by ticks- so a burn could be misdiagnosed, but caretakers will certainly be in shambles trying to patch it up.