#sedative tw

[live-from-flaturn]

I humbly request The Great Halloween Tranq Dart Incident with the prettiest of pleases.

For those of you wondering "wtf does this mean?" please check out This KimChay Prompt Fill for context!

tw: tranquilizer dart/symptoms of sedative

wordcount: 1k

Title: "Where is the Batman?"

“Who the hell are you supposed to be?” Kim asks, gesturing at his eldest brother’s three bodyguards. Pol, Arm, and Pete are wearing color-coded outfits complete with short capes and matching witches hats. 

Pol does a little spin to show off his spring-green suit and the vines wrapped around the base of his hat. “I’m Fauna!”

“I’m Flora,” Pete waves. His burnt orange ensemble is an exact copy of Pol’s except for his hat, which is covered in pink and orange flowers. 

Arm does some of the least enthusiastic jazz-hands Chay has ever seen, his blue cape fluttering slightly as a result. “And I’m Merryweather.”

“AND I’M PRINCE PHILIP!” Tankhun announces, strutting down the hallway in a pair of enormously puffy sleeves and tailored slacks. “They’re the three good fairies.”

Pol elbows Pete. “There’s a joke in there somewhere.”

“Hey!”

“Well it’s true,” Arm adds. 

Tankhun shushes them and turns to Kim and Chay. “You two look amazing, by the way!”

“Thanks,” Chay grins. Kim is ninety-nine-percent sure his boyfriend is blushing furiously under his cowl. It’s Porchay, for fuck’s sake. “Kim helped me with the makeup.”

“I like your mask,” Pete says. “You’re supposed to be Anne Hathaway’s version of Catwoman, right?”

Kim nods his assent. “It’s custom.”

“And he helped pick out this awesome Batman outfit!” Chay pipes, holding out the edges of his cape like the original comic logo. Kim stifles an indulgent smile – these costumes had technically been his suggestion, after all. He hadn’t wanted to state out loud that he’d been paying close attention to Chay’s new advantage in height, but that didn’t stop it from being true. “Isn’t the cape sweet?!”

“Super sweet,” Pol agreed. “Now, shall we head for the ballroom?”

—

Chay leans into his boyfriend’s side and whispers, “I’ve never been to a fancy Halloween party like this before. Will it be scary?”

“No,” Kim shakes his head. “Kinn planned it ‘to be fun’, so you don’t have to worry about business people showing up. It’ll be mostly off-duty bodyguards, staff, friends, and family.”

“Awesome.” Chay is hugely relieved. He follows Prince Tankhun and the three good fairies into the ballroom. Kinn and Porsche approach them. 

Chay barely holds back a snort of amusement. “Hia! What are you wearing?!”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Porsche huffs. He tries to cross his arms over his chest, but the gesture is interrupted by his fancy bra (made from two artfully bedazzled shells). 

“I’m Batman, and Kim is Catwoman. Isn’t he cute?”

“Meh, he’s alright.” Tankhun floats past the conversation only long enough to add. “He’s got a flat butt.”

“Phi!” Kim hisses, not unlike a cat.

“Sorry not sorry!”

Kinn chuckles and rolls his eyes at Chay, “Brothers, am I right?”

“Totally right, P’Kinn.” Kim and Porsche watch in horror as their boyfriends fist-bump. “So, what’s the pl–”

Chay’s question is cut off by a quiet scuffle near the door. Kinn excuses them both and scoops Porsche into his arms, hurrying to investigate. Kim and Chay stay put, chatting and joking. Everything is normal until Kim jolts forward and slaps a hand over his left ass cheek. 

“What the fuck?” Kim lifts his hand to show Chay a small green tube. “Babe, I am so sorry for whatever happens next.”

“P’Kim?!” 

“It’s a tranq dart, and my immunity for this isssss,” Kim trails off with a giggle. His eyes glaze over and he slumps more of his weight onto Chay. “Sssssss. That’s a fun sound.”

“Shit!” Kinn jogs over. “Did it hit him?”

“What do you think?” Chay deadpans as Kim continues hissing quietly through his teeth. 

“Okay. Right. Let’s get him upstairs.”

“Good idea.”

—

It takes Chay, Kinn, and two of the three good fairies to yank Kim free of his heinously tight pleather outfit. “Next year we’re going to do something less complicated.”

“Do you expect Khun Kim to get tranqued at a Halloween party every year?” Pol jokes. 

“Hey!” Kim complains. His eyes roll around the room, searching for one particular face. “Where is the Batman?”

“Hey babe,” Chay steps forward. He’s already swapped into pajamas and wiped (most) of the dark makeup from around his eyes. “I’m here.”

“It’s Bruce Wuce!” Kim exclaims with a theatrical gasp. “I mean Bayne Wayne!”

“Bruce Wayne?” Chay offers. His boyfriend tries to snap his uncoordinated fingers, but mostly they slide uselessly against each other. 

“Yeah! That guy.”

“You can just call me Chay,” he offers. Kim pouts adorably up at him and Chay waves the bodyguards out of the room. “Please ask someone to send up green tea and snacks, but otherwise I can handle this.”

“Are you sure, N’Chay?” “Oh yeah,” Chay laughs. “Do you know how many weird things I’ve heard Porsche say on morphine?”

“I want to hear about this,” Pol says. Arm agrees.

“Soon, but not right now.” Chay giggles. “Thanks again for helping me with P’Kim.”

“That’s literally our job.” “Well I appreciate how well you do that job. So there.”

“Ugh, how are you related to Porsche?!”

“Go,” Arm shoved Pol toward the door. “Leave the lovebirds alone.”

“I would be an owl,” Kim declares, startling Chay with his unexpected volume. Arm and Pol stifle laughter, hurriedly shutting the door behind them. 

“What would I be?” Chay asks, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress. Kim scoots awkwardly closer and squints in concentration. 

“Hmmm… A plover.”

“Why?”

“Small.” Kim cups his hands together to demonstrate and thoughtfully adds, “Fluffy. Good at surviving.”

Chay’s throat threatens to close up. Well, it does until Kim speaks again.

“Shoes are dumb and we shouldn’t have to wear them unless it’s for safety reasons.”

“Huh?”

“Slippers are okay, though.”

Chay bursts out laughing, and Kim joins him at a much higher pitch. 

Kim falls asleep after tea and a snack, and Chay sits next to him with a smile still pulling at his lips. “Weirdo. Cute, but a weirdo.”

[schizopositivity]

Kinda pisses me off when people with even the mildest mental illnesses say "I can reclaim lobotomies cause it would have happened to me"

1. You can't reclaim a historical tragedy that did not happen to you but had real victims. As a lesbian I don't make jokes about forced conversion because real people experienced it and I didn't, and I don't find their pain funny.

2. Lobotomies were not that common, not every mentally ill person got one. It was forced upon the most unwell people living in the psychiatric hospitals. And fun fact, after the invention of antipsychotics, many long term psychiatric facilities closed down because so many people were able to live outside of them, and at the time the drugs were nicknamed "chemical lobotomies". Lobotomies were maiming and torture done to the most mentally disabled people to make them "easier to deal with", most of whom in those facilities were psychotic.

3. If such a tragedy were to be committed today it would be done to the people living in psychiatric hospitals today, not you.

4. It's not a joke, stop treating it like one, take the crimes committed to the most vulnerable mentally ill people seriously and show some goddamn respect for the victims.

[kari-hehe]

anyone else with me?

[mythos-night]

Just a Couple Days

TW: Needles, (Consensual?) Kidnapping, Cursing

"For all the times you've gotten angry because I stayed up too late," Villain chucked. "You seem to be awake at such a late hour of the night."

"Why are you in my house?" Hero didn't look up from the paperwork they were filling out.

"You call this a house?" Villain looked around the half-decent apartment the hero agency had assigned to them, mockingly gesturing to the dishwasher that had broken down weeks ago. They had probably just resorted to hand washing. Villain saw the soap on the edges of the sink.

Hero continued writing. "You're avoiding my question."

Villain shrugged. "I just wanted to see you." They murmured, their hand running along the edge of the desk.

"I don't have time to deal with your bullshit."

"This really is a pretty terrible desk." 

"This really is a horrible time for you to come over." 

"Oh, what? Am I interrupting you from your important paperwork?" Villain leaned on the edge of the desk, snatching one of the forms before Hero could respond. Villain took note of that and frowned. "You're reaction time."

Hero slumped into the chair with a huff. "My reaction time is excellent." 

"I had already read half the page by the time you tried to snatch this back." Villain waved it a bit.  "How many hours of sleep did you get? "

"If you came here to kick my ass, just do it already."

"Oh, who's avoiding questions now?" Villain set the paper down in favor of grabbing Hero by the chin, leaning over the desk to make sure Hero couldn't avoid them. "Go to sleep."

Hero scowled. "This is due tomorrow. I don't exactly have time for you-"

"You have time when I say you do." Villain snapped, letting go and pulling a syringe out of their pocket. "Do I need to force you to sleep?"

Hero's demeanor went from irritated to downright fearful. "You wouldn't."

Villain smiled. "Can't finish those papers if you've been kidnapped."

They expected protests, fighting even. But the real shock came when Hero simply tossed the pen down and rubbed their hand over their face. "Please."

Now it was Villain's turn to be shocked. "You want this?" They blurted out.

The nod was hesitant but there. "Just for a couple days." Villain saw the gears turning. "I just need some time to clear my head- no, I could pay if you want- oh God, what am I doing?"

Villain set the shiny syringe down. "No need for payment. I know what your salary is." They busied themselves by searching his pockets for a sack and rope (Hero always teased them about their never-ending pockets).

Hero began to protest. "I'll go willingly, just-"

"Oh, I know you will. But there are security cameras outside the building, and I don't think the Agency will be happy when they see you just walking out of the building."

Hero opened their mouth, then closed it. "No sedative?"

"Oh, darling."

Villain knew how everyone would react if they found out Hero had been awake when kidnapped. How they should've done more to fight. How they should've been better. Villain wondered how Hero could take all the criticism despite everything they've done for the city. This needed to look real. Villain knew Hero would fight out of pure instinct the moment the sack went on.

Hero sighed, defeated. "Just..." Their gaze never left the needle. "A small dosage."

Villain moved swiftly, the needle in Hero's arm before their sluggish brain could comprehend what was happening. "With how much sleep you've gotten?" They murmured as they pushed a little bit of the drug in. "I don't think you're going to wake up soon."

In all honesty, they didn't need to take a full dosage. Hero was out like a light, eyes rolling to the back of their heads as they slumped into the Villain's waiting arms. They chuckled, grabbing the sack.

They wouldn't hurt the Hero. At least not now. There was no fun in fighting your nemesis when they weren't up to your level. Hero needed help, something Villain would be happy to provide.

Villain left the tiny apartment and the now burning stack of papers with Hero slung over their shoulder and the determination to give them the help they deserved.

Constructive Criticism is very much appreciated! :) Hope y'all have an amazing day/night!

[rottmnt-residuum]

Alternate roof scenes (tw: major character death)

(instead of the update i didn't draw (￣▽￣)" )

If leo decided to jump off:

If leo had just blew past bishop when she started talking to him:

If leo had taken three (3) seconds longer to follow bishop:

[ivoryghostyy]

── .✦ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ɪʟɪᴀꜱ ᝰ.ᐟ

⌗ㆍTHE ENEMY PRINCEノ, ⌗ㆍHISTORICAL AUノ, ⌗ㆍRUTHLESS TYRANTノ

「 i actually started working on this one for a while now, but i had to put it on hold for a bit. idk if anyone noticed, but i actually posted this on accident at some point—i panicked, man,,,, 」

「 tw: mentions of war, death, blood, etc., minor character death, implications of using sedtives, angst, hurt/comfort (?), using people as pawns, the typical power dynamics in a historical setting, breakdowns, panic attacks, lots of crying, this one made me kinda sad tbh, etc... 」

“commander–!!” your name is a jumble on their tongue, rolling off in a mess of intelligible words.

crimson stains the rough terrain, flooding your nose with the metallic scent of blood. swords tear into flesh, leaving bodies in a mangled heap on the ground. are they faces you recognize? you don't stop to think about it.

you hear nothing but the agonizing sound of war; smell nothing but the pungent scent of blood; and see nothing but an infuriated shade of red.

do the cries of your friends still haunt you?

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you sit up with a gasp, greeted with a familiar burning in your chest. worse than a stab to the heart, the ache tears into the very core of your being. a splutter of coughs slip from your throat, but they do nothing to ease the pain.

the thin curtains rustle with the night breeze, illuminated by the moon. your exhausted eyes drift out the window—anything to distract you from the torment that plagues your life. every waking moment is a torturous echo of your failures, of the lives you carry over your shoulders.

like a parasite, it crawls up your spine and nestles into your mind. it's an incessant reminder of the blood that stains your hands.

a tear rolls down your cheek, and you can almost taste the salt on your tongue. you curl up, making yourself smaller. these are the only times you allow yourself comfort. having lived in a battlefield, you'd grown used to constantly keeping your guard up. an enemy could be lurking anywhere, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

they would laugh when they slit your throat, dangling you by they hair before claiming your head. would the kingdom mourn if they saw such a gruesome sight? will they grieve the loss of a hero, or will they lament the failure of another tool?

the thought sends you an entirely different pain, something you believe will never truly cease, even if you rip your heart out of your own chest.

a tool. isn't that right? a weapon to wield against the threats that oppose your kingdom—your home. bitterness seeps into the pores of your sweaty skin, leaving you trembling as you heave another sob.

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“your majesty!” calls an urgent voice.

the panic is answered with an arrogant tone, one that speaks with long years of luxury. the posh, aged voice grumbles within the throne room as the king places down his golden chalice.

“can't you see i'm busy? this best be important.”

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the war is over, yet it feels as if you've never left the battlefield. it's a memory you can never forget, a burden you must shoulder for the rest of your life. it's ingrained into your bones, carved into the deepest parts of your mind.

you've won the battle, but nothing will make up for what you've lost.

hundreds were slain, and many were left injured beyond recovery. most were buried in hastily arranged graves, but the others were much less fortunate—with their bodies missing from their own coffins.

some were forgotten altogether. a memory that died alongside their final breath.

to the nobles, they were simply pawns for a sick game of chess. but to the people, they were family. they were parents, siblings, sons, and daughters. to you, they were friends; comrades. a found family that you grew to love, to trust, to cherish. you gambled your lives together, if only to make it back alive.

but now, you're the only one left.

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“c-commander,” he calls to you, choking out his final words. blood dribbles down his chin, teeth stained with red as he grins.

“no, no, don't even think about it! we'll make it out of this, please, just hold on for a little longer, –!”

what was his name again? it feels like such a long time ago… the faces are blurry, but their voices are clear. you hear the agonized cries of the other soldiers in the frontlines, fighting for their lives.

“li.. sten, ya brat,” he chuckles, and you can feel the red staining your hands, pooling over the ground. you remember who he is to you, like a brother that you never had. much older, and yet he was merely your second-in-command. he always did teased you about it, didn't he?

“yer still young," he rasps out. his voice is rougher from all the blood pooling out his mouth, seeping into the barren soil.

"yer old man's- ugh, lived a good life. heh, lasted longer than.. i thought," he coughs, eyes drooping. he's losing his breath now, holding on to the final moments of his flickering life.

“don't blame yerself, kid. hah... don't regret... nothin'...”

he gasps, voice fading to a whisper. he's gripping your hand one last time before he falls limp, closing his eyes.

"it's not your fault."

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the wind cries with you, bellowing within the dim room. the tears drip down your chin, shaking with uncontrollable sobs, and yet you force yourself to keep it down—to bury the pain deep in your heart, to close it off from the world, never to be heard again.

you bite your lip, muffling your whimpers as another presence makes itself known. the moon does little to illuminate the dark, shrouding the intruder in a veil of shadows. trembling hands reach above the bed frame, gripping the familiar handle of your dagger.

a tense silence chills the room; you're only graced with the sound of howling wind and the faint light brought by the night sky.

for a moment, you begin to think it was your senses playing tricks on you. had the nightmares gotten so bad that you've lost your mind?

but a moment was all he needed.

the dagger flies out of your hand, sliding across the floor as you wrestle with the intruder. the mattress sinks from your combined weight as he pins your wrists above you, holding you down with a monstrous strength. something pokes your skin, sinking into your skin before you can react.

all the sleepless nights have done a number on you, highlighted by the dark circles under your eyes. you had overworked yourself, spending your days like a mindless drone. you're haunted by the memories of your slain comrades, living like an empty shell of a person.

is this it? after struggling for years in a war, you ultimately die by the hands of an assassin.

pathetic.

a tear rolls down your cheek, and then another. you've resigned yourself to your fate, but that doesn't mean you've no regrets. guilt and despair cling to you like a vice, like chains that weigh you down every single day. losing your found family is one thing, but knowing you could have stopped it is another.

you barely even noticed the shift in your position, pulled into a soft chest, and held like a prized treasure.

“shh. i'm not going to kill you, precious.”

he coos, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. a large hand pulls you closer, tightening his hold on your frantic form. “you're alright now, always safe with me. shh, shhh, don't cry,” he wipes your tears, trailing his hand down your neck.

“come on. breathe with me, yeah? in and out, just like that,” he pulls back, cupping your face as the drowsiness begins to cradle you, lulling your mind into a reluctant slumber.

“that’s right, don't fight it.”

the voice urges you, stroking your head. your eyes grow heavier by the second, and all the fight leaves your body as you slump against him.

“good,” he whispers, nuzzling into your neck.

the last thing you see is a pair of intense, golden eyes before your vision goes black.

“sweet dreams, my rose.”

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the man, who seems to be an aide, clears his throat. but it does little to hide the way his voice trembles as he speaks.

“t-the hero, your majesty. they're gone!”

[avengerphobic]

i want to be the doctor prescribes john walker medicine after one of his insane breakdowns i would drug him up so bad he couldn't function and everyone would be genuinely concerned for his safety

[mentohol-blog]

Asuka and Kairi - My parents taking teenage me to the psych ER during another psychotic episode

Iyo - Me pumped as all get out because I heard the nice lady in scrubs say something about giving me a B-52, and I friggin love airplanes

(intentionally terrible photos I’ve taken of my favorite WWE superstars at live shows)

[darsynia]

Post-surgery update

TW: medical under the cut. (I'm sorry in advance. Err on the side of caution. I'll put the non trigger stuff in blue)

I seem mostly fine now 12 hours after arrival time, I will find out more at my follow-up appointment.

I greatly look forward to being able to see more clearly again! That may take a while, as it's difficult with the eye patched up as it is now, and will remain difficult when I have a week+ of putting drops in that dilate the eye for better healing.

I'm raring to go writing-wise, so if you're holding a fest, I might claim a medical extension ;) I saw steviebbboi has one I completely missed seeing, congrats that ends soon and I hope it went/goes well!

Oh! I should add, feel free to send me stuff/write responses/anything to do with reading. I will just be responsible and not read it if I shouldn't :) I'm turning asks back on and ty to people who DM'd me ask stuff, blame my ADHD for not figuring out how to respond right before I forgot I'd screenshot them to reply argh lol.

MEDICAL UNDER CUT

{Hello there! After a 5:30 arrival time, I was first in line at 7:20, and got to speak to the anesthesiologist beforehand. That's when she told me something I really would have liked to know before I agreed to surgery: all my jokes about being awake were apparently YEP that's a thing. They just give you really good sedatives. Since I have a photographic memory I now have a set of memories I wish I did not. When we found out the time of surgery is an hour to 90 minutes I was so confused--but it turns out they take that time to very carefully examine your eyes for any possible issues and act accordingly, which is really careful and kind, and I appreciate it.}

[mxsterful]

"Human Technology, truly the most useless peace of equipment to ever been created. Because, have you seen human cell phones?? can just be glorified paperweight over simple issues. Hilarious honestly."

[kari-hehe]

flying high flying solo

[velvetsconcoction]

That hazy, heavy feeling you get when you’re half asleep and fighting it? Aw fuck yeah.

I used to be really bad about sleeping habits, and I still am, but the worst of it was for sure during my freshman and sophomore years of high school. (so really not all that long ago)

The worst instance of it was, I think, sitting in the middle of biology and my poor brain being so fucking fried. I genuinely don’t remember much from that day apart from being in and out of sleep.

They sent me to the clinic so that I could lay on a proper bed and that feeling of finally giving up after several hours of fighting to stay awake was the closest I think I’ll get to heaven, methinks.

If it weren’t such a detriment to my health, I think I would stay up like that again so I could see just how delirious I’d get. I’m so glad we have anesthetics and sedatives and and

[sweetpeaches666]

TW: mention of siblings abuse

In married sed au, as a child. Nane’s older sister, who was their mother’s pride and joy, basically the golden child.

Whenever she sensed nane was taking the spotlight by doing things better than her, whether it’s academically, hobby, or a skills. She would get envious , and would harass and abuse nane into isolation.

The things she will do: call nane names, trying to destroy the things she likes, physically abuse her,!overall being horrible to her.

That caused nane to basically step away and always keep her achievement to herself, as she was fearful her sister will harass her again.

She did have few friends sometimes, but she would keep them a secret, away from her sister.

So, into adulthood. After getting married to sed, he was basically her safe person. Whenever he leaves to go to zs’skyer, nane would hide in their chamber, it was a hard habit to break. As she was used to isolation and being neglected, all because of the fear of being abused.

But since sed noticed earlier that she sometimes barely leaves the chamber, unless she was with him. Before he leaves, he would ask his two older siblings, ran and shu, whom he trust. even hedeter. To watch out for nane and help her socialize more.

So yea, they would help her come out of her shell and go out more around the palace.

That's so horrible. Poor Nane. I'm so glad that Nane managed to get away from her toxic home life. Granted, getting married to a complete stranger isn't the ideal way to escape from your bad family, but it did work out in the end for.

Even though her in-laws are just as bad, if not worse than her own family, Nane immediately will realize that she has more people who genuinely care about her.

[dandelion-system]

Curious if anyone else with ocd gets to a point where they just… accept the intrusive thoughts.

Like if you have an intrusive thought you sorta go ‘oh well. It was going to happen eventually. There’s no use fighting it anymore. Im too tired.’

Which then leads to the frenzy of fixing it because you’ve not done your compulsions and now you need to do more but you can’t do them and is this the end? Do you have to just live with this now? Can you keep living now?

[gryphonlover]

Whumptober 2023 Day 11

Prompt: animal trap

Victim: Twilight

Words: 954

Notes: I couldn't not think of Twilight. Legend is an option, because bunny, but like... Twilight.

Hyrule had gone over the dangers of his era with them more than once. At this point, the younger heroes could recite his short speech by heart, and the older ones were more than familiar with all the details. However, Twilight noted with horror stilling his chest, he hadn't mentioned the traps.

Ordon had its fair share of hunters, but traps had long been outlawed, and any traps that had been left behind accidentally? No one was going to miss them if Twilight donated them to the local blacksmith to make horseshoes out of. 

Maybe he secretly had a petty side, but no one needed to know that.

Regardless, Hyrule had either forgotten to tell them about the traps in the area they were camping in, or he didn't know. At the moment, Twilight didn't particularly care because his leg was all but snapped in two at this point.

The bad news was that it was his right hind leg, which meant that the injury would carry over and impede his mobility as a Hylian. He'd still be able to fight, but he'd need a splint at the very least.

The blood running down his leg was warm, and it matted his fur, the sharp scent filling the air. He wasn't very far from camp, but he was afraid that the smell of blood would attract monsters, and that was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now.

Unfortunately, didn't seem like he had a choice. A blue octorok slowly shuffled through the undergrowth, and Twilight froze, holding his breath and hoping that it didn't notice him only a few feet away. Just as he began to slowly release the air in his lungs, it turned in his direction and made direct eye contact with him.

He felt his stomach drop.

The octorok's gelatinous legs scurried, making it skitter jerkily forwards, like some kind of twisted combination of spider and octopus. Twilight tensed, wincing as the movement increased the pain in his leg, but pushing it down through adrenaline and pure fear. 

It paused, moving its head from side to side a little bit before crouching and Twilight lunged to the side, the flying rock careening past his head with a whistle into the undergrowth.

The octorok, sensing that its prey was making an attempt at escape, began sluggishly pulling itself in his direction while he did his best to yank his leg free and avoid the projectiles aimed at his vulnerabilities. 

He didn't want to injure his leg any further for fear of losing it, but he wasn't stupid. Any monster could kill a Hylian, no matter if they were a hero of courage or not. And a wolf only had a big of a chance of survival as a Hylian.

He was going to have to accept the risk of losing his leg permanently if he wanted to live.

With newly found determination, he made one last bid for freedom, finally getting the leverage he needed to scrape his leg out of the trap. It would haunt him for a long time afterwards, even if he was so distressed from bloodloss and pain that his mind refused to keep the memory of what precisely happened. 

All he knew was that he was bracing himself for what would probably be the most pain he would ever be in, and then he was staring at fallen leaves coated with thick, congealed blood and chunks of octorok flesh.

The pain was… well, he would never have the right words to say how much it hurt, the only thing he could say was that he prayed during the entire time it took for him to weakly drag himself back to the camp because it hurt so much that only the patron goddess of his race could possibly help him now.

His awareness sort of… swam, like the way everything in his vision did. Nothing seemed real, except for the ever present scent of blood and flesh in his nose. He couldn't navigate, his senses almost completely washed away in the wake of his injury, but he could feel a small tug in his heart, pulling him towards a distant sense of safety.

He didn't know when he gave up, but he did know that he thought he was staring at leaves, then a Hylian face, and then… then there was a strange drowsiness pulling him to sleep. He probably should be worried, but… well… he didn't exactly care what happened at this point as long as he didn't wake up to that goddesses-forsake pain.

Blessedly, he didn't. The pain was still present, and goodness, it was present. But it wasn't the kind of pain that stripped him of everything. It was the sort of pain that reminded you that you were alive in a good way, not a wishing you were dead way.

He faded in and out of that odd variation of consciousness for a while before his senses began coming back to him. There were soft sounds, voices, birds, the breeze. His groggy mind couldn't make sense of anything, so he focused on the other things. There were the scents of Hylians, things that were probably medicines and chemicals, plants he couldn't remember the names of. Something firm was below him, and something soft was above him. He was a pleasant temperature, kept warm by the soft things and cool by the air. 

His ear twitched involuntarily as a gentle hand ran over it, and he couldn't find it within himself to bother with staying awake. As long as the kids were behaving, he would take the opportunity to nap. Ordon only knew how much sleep he'd lost to the stinking gremlins.

[kari-hehe]

life indeed is a movie