#concrete burns

[a-muzzled-hound]

“911, WHAT’S YOUR EMERGENCY?”

DAY 11 - WHUMPTOBER

Sloppy bandages, self done bandages, makeshift splint

TRIGGER WARNING/CONTENT!: Reopened wound, knee injury/worsening injury, concrete burns, attempted escape, slight/light pet whump, training, selfdone bandages/diy bandages, bad storyline (ish- this continues sort of.)

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"he'd fall right down on the payment, his scar that was on his knee from just last week, after well, you know~ concrete burns, the scar opened right up,  delightful!

Let out an blood cuddling scream then sob, instantly reaching for his knee only for alyx to kneel down, and pull Ashtyn's arms behind his own back, twisting them together

Ashtyn really couldn't help but jerk forward with loud crying coming from him with screams poking in between some of the crys, with him blabbering on about freeing him, and how it hurted, so, fucking, bad. 

  So in between one of the men just yelling at ashtyn for slackness, he'd scramble himself up, holding his knee for a moment. 

"DOWN." 

Ashtyns knee would wince every time he'd attempt to set it down, balancing against one of the mens chest, taking him 10 trys to finally set the knee down with his face red, and all snotty. 

After 25 seconds, of drilled in instructions of what to do from the man that was right behind ashtyn, he'd get pushed slightly with an ton of blood from the injury flowing down his shin, crying even more as he'd just cover his eyes shaking his head

     "Cmon, get on with it."

Ashtyn would wince as he'd look at the knee, having a hard time moving it, he needed.. Aid! Right now! So he'd look around, with the men's gaze locked on ashtyn, with ashtyn looking ahead, with him turning and dashing off to God knows where.. 

Heavy heart poundings were pounding out of ashtyn's chest as he’d hold his knee, tears trickling out of his eyes once he got a fresh breath of air, and they did not stop then, they kept on flowing out. With hysterical sobs getting choked out of him. 

'C-Cm'-mon..!!" A pitiful panicked voice came out from him, as he'd hold his knee up to his chest facing to the shed right behind him, with burning hot tears drizzling down his chin, onto his chest, looking back at the knee injury, the blood ran all down his leg onto his shoes, holding his knee tightly to his chest

Bandages! He needed bandages.. Blood was flowing at such a rapid rate from his knee, it was an gift he had the opportunity to run away from them. 

He’d just wait a few moments holding his knee directly to his chest letting out all of his heavy breathing out, with some of his breathing stammering over other breathes he’d release to cool his adrenaline rush 

Distant callings would get yelled out “ASHTYNN! GET OUT, AL-FUCKING-READY!” 

Ashtyn would just rock himself back and forth, biting down on his lip, with the yellings becoming more distant with them heading the opposite opposing side of the estate, with him beginning to lower his knee from his chest, resting his head into his blood soaked knee, with it stinging an tremendous lot, and his tears sliding down his knee did not help with the stinging.

Once it had progressed in ashtyns mind the men had moved more away, in search for him he’d crawl over to the shed, pushing it open with the lock breaking quite a while ago.. Thank god, he’d hurry himself inside shutting the door behind him.

To say the least, ashtyn moved way too fast for his own good, with his head spinning once the door closed behind him, resting up against the door.

After about two minutes of catching himself and breathing his head slowly lifted itself up, revealing a red, tear filled face, with exhaustion expressed all over it, his eyes feeling heavy, as his eyes went right to left, immediately frightened with what he saw.. With his eyes heaviness immediately taking a 360 turn, feeling light as a feather now.

Normally, sheds have gardening tools, housework tools, maybe some storage even? But this one.. No, not at all. There would be torture devices all across it, with some workshop counters at one of the corners, and that wasn’t all, the more his eyes skimmed the room, rope, knives, saws, tool boxes, all that kind of stuff, with even some blood that must be extremely dried up from how well it blended with the floor. 

He froze there with his eyes tearing up as he’d look behind himself anxiously feeling as if someone was watching him. Quickly wiping his eyes with his forearm as he felt the tears watering up in his eyes with his facial expression doing its best to look fierce.. He needed- AID. FIRST, AID.”  his breathing was rapid, and he didn’t even realize as he’d crawl with his knee up to his side to prevent any further damage from crawling on pretty much all fours. As he’d go to the counters, opening one out of the six drawers on the cabinets, being exposed to the smell of rotten flesh.. That they were just– keeping there!! He nearly gagged as he smelt it, it definitely was.. Rotten

 He’d just close that drawer, opening the next 3, getting greeted with surgical tools, or some jars of dead parts, he.. Didn’t enjoy this little surprise, til he’d hurriedly rush for anything, grabbing some small remainders of rope he saw by some of the jars with tears stinging his eyes just from how hot they were, happening all from the overbearing worry of, was an part of him going to be in one of these drawers?! What would happen!?

All of thoses thoughts overwhelmed him as he’d keep hurrying to find some first aid kit! All he could find would be dried out, used, rags, that was honestly the best he could find, thin ropes and a stack of dried out cloths

He'd just grab an handful of the rags, placing them right on his knee, grunting in pain from the dried out texture, and the fact he was putting something that wasn't his hand, over the gory wound, slowly beginning to place the rags all over his knee tying it gently with only one knot around his knee cap to secure the 'Bandages', he'd of course be panting, hating the feeling of touching gory stuff himself 

Of course finally when he got the 'bandages' wrapped up on his knee, he'd fall to his sides, holding onto his knee as he'd pant, somewhat rocking his knee, as if it was his baby, sniffling as he'd lay there 

Soon enough, he fell asleep with out even knowing, he was safe! Just for a few minutes. Before the men came banging on the shed, ashtyn still laying there unconscious. 

"Stupid, fucking mutt."

[frosty-tian]

Do you have anymore stuff on your SG!graham? (It's okay if you don't)

Hmmm… not a lot, but some notes.:

-He’s more competitive and actively joins in bickering with his siblings.

-Doesn’t fight as much physically, but likes to start them with snark comments and/or simply watches (for his own amusement).

-Somehow knows which exact buttons to push to brutally strike anyone’s nerve, or win them over. Maybe both within three hours, depends on his mood/calculations.

-Outside of being an engineer, he’s also a black hat hacker who’s very good at both jobs. Got a lot of dirt collected from almost everyone he knows, not even his own family members are safe. Certainly not above selling/dealing various information either for his family’s or his own benefits.

-Related to above point, he possibly runs an illegal small business on the side where he sells self-altered weapons.

-The pens in his pocket are actually stealth weapons, one conceals a blade, the other a type of sleeping dart.

-Possibly the more two-faced member of the Burns.

Bonus doodle of what-if SG!Graham attempted to sweet-talk canon!Boulder (his taste is still the same (or ‘impeccable’ as he describes) after all.:

(Graham literally about to beat himself up over matters.)

[sistersofsilver]

hello fellow shades. hades 2 nation. free icarus reminder for the night: not only did he burn, he drowned after. maybe it's just my experience with dying via drowning¹ but i think we should play in that particular space more.

melis not the sun, and she's never going to be. she's not the moon beat for beat either. shes the beautiful distorted reflection of the moon on churning powerful waves, shifting, a bright spot in an almost perfect void. and when you fall (and you will fall) its going to hurt, that impact, the water filling your lungs, the weightlessness disorienting, but you look for it, that reflection, that fixed point...

cough. anyway, how we feelin' tonight. we good?

[lgbtqbcnr]

i want to put my two favorite amnesiac main characters of eastern european video games in a room together and see what happens

[loaffofbred]

this whole usmp and qsmp discourse is either massively hilarious or practically dystopian

its so mind blowing to me how fans are so desperate to tear each other down and the cc themselves

its so /parasocial that it kills me inside

pls let these adults deal with the situation before making assumptions of the other, if one can write an essay long tweet, they can sure as hell communicate with each other like normal human beings

im no way siding with anyone without clear context of the situation, so im basically just laughing and/or crying bc of how hilarious and dystopian this whole discourse is

moral lesson: dont go to twitter, that place is a dumpster fire

[sparrowposting]

Well bit the bullet and forewarned my parents about the tattoo appt so I don't just show up one day with it, but took the cowards way out and did it while they're out of town and won't be back til Friday so I don't have to face the ire as my mother cools down

[starlooove]

My batfam gender sexuality hcs 🥰🥰🥰🥰:

Bruce: cishet he/him

Dick: cishet he/him

Jason: cishet he/him

Tim: cishet he/him

Steph: butch lesbian to ME! She/her but she’s trying out she/they and doesn’t know how to feel. Might fuck with neos but she’s not ready to take that step yet.

Cass: think early on in accepting that she’s a human being she’d psychoanalyze the fuck outta herself to see where she fits in and be super super super pressed about the entire thing to a detrimental point but as she progresses she’ll be fine. Lesbian, and she’s pretty sure she’s a girl most of the time sure 😄.

Duke: I think he knew he was not straight since he was young (moonlight opened his eyes and broke his heart) but he never really questioned his sexuality at all. The problem is that he doesn’t question it because the idea of gender roles (girls do this. Boys do that.) is so engrained in his mind that it’s not even something he thinks can be changed, if that makes sense? Anyways I don’t think he’s the type to get dysphoria he moreso experiences euphoria when exploring his gender identity. I think he would realize he has different views on his own gender when he sees other people expressing their own differently. Like genuinely he goes to school and sees another boy wearing lipstick and his brain blows up. As of this very moment he’s “exploring” but he’s actually a lil scared to genuinely confront himself about this and uses “there’s bigger problems in the world” to get out of it. End goal is non-binary but for now he’s at the veeeeeeery tail end of questioning.

Damian: I think at the moment Damian’s just not thinking about any of that but it’s in the opposite of duke; he knows he’s probably some kind of queer, both in sexuality and gender, but it’s just. Not top priority for him at the moment. I wanna bring up clothes rq bc, extra hc time, in MY mind Damian does express himself a lot through his clothing and getting to the manor made him a bit shy when it came to skirts and dresses. Seeing the way boys, and especially black and brown boys, who explore their femininity are treated, he just doesn’t mention it at all and the scenario never comes up. He gets more comfortable as time goes on though and later on gets bold enough to wear a dress to an event. He’s stonefaced but slightly regretting it till some younger kid sees him and is awe stricken, like stars in his eyes and asking if he can do that too. Damian feels better about it and resolves to wear whatever he wants more often. I don’t think he ever comes out in big big way (he’d tell the people closest to him but everyone else can just figure it out) but he genuinely doesn’t feel the need to label himself at all.

[uwmspeccoll]

Milestone Monday

Today, December 11th, we celebrate the birthday of acclaimed poet Keith Waldrop (1932-2023). Waldrop was a prominent voice in American poetry and renowned translator of French literature. He was known for writing poetry that expressed a fascination with the world and philosophical perspectives. Waldrop met his wife Rosmarie (b. 1935) while stationed in Germany during the 1950’s and the two established Burning Deck Press in 1961 after settling in Providence, RI. The press was committed to publishing experimental poetry and prose for fifty-six years and closed in 2017. 

In honor of Waldrop’s birthday, we’re sharing Letters from Rosmarie & Keith Waldrop. Published in 1970 by Burning Deck in an edition of 500 copies, Letters from Rosmarie & Keith Waldrop is a collection of concrete poetry that plays with the visual elements of typography. The couple collaborated on the book, alternating the authorship of each page to create a delightful conversation and graphic menagerie. Special Collections holds several of Keith and Rosmarie’s collaborations and over 120 Burning imprints accessible here. 

View other Milestone Monday posts.

– Jenna, Special Collections Graduate Intern 

[petorahs]

yet again obsessed with the way it’s heavily implied if not outright-canon that the songs that play in persona 3 are what the protagonists are listening to in-universe. which makes it so poignant that a guy like makoto yuki who’s visibly morose is listening to happy pop music with titles like “joy” and “want to be close”. i think about it a lot. 

[a-muzzled-hound]

“EVERYTHING HURTS & I’M DYING!”

WHUMPTOBER - DAY 8

stomach pains - head trauma - back from dead

TRIGGERWARNING/CONTENT!! Pet training/exercise training, concrete burns, face trauma, pet whump, head trauma, knee injury, teeth whump, shock collar, no comfort/LIKE- NO COMFORT.

It was about any other training day, ashtyn jogging around the guarded estate, for however miles vincent would request on that day, and as always vincent, demetrius, and alyx would be there, for obvious reasons, they were taking the doggy out on a ‘walk’!

Sadly enough, the mutt never really got all that exercise to say the least, to say the least. He was skinny, scrawny, fragile, frail, and useless at everything. Anything that he was given the task of doing, even if it was just sweeping up the floors, he’d fail. Always getting demeaned for it.

Thankfully, this day Ashtyn made it to five minutes! That has to be a record, but of course, he was expected to keep running like this for an hour, an, hour. He just couldn’t do that, especially with how wheezy he was getting, gasping desperately for any air, til he’d look at demetrius who would be leading, lunging forward with one leg to grab ahold of him.

Of course, lunging while in a panicked frenzy and rushed, he really wasn’t able to jog anymore, his legs tripping over each other, barely avoiding falling every time up till now, Falling straight to the payment sidewalk, face first with his knees taking quite a bit of damage as well, but not as much as his face had, with the left side of his head hitting the payment aswell while he was falling, taking of course some trauma from that.

His mind raced as his back hunch up freezing there for a good two seconds, as his breathing increased more and more, his arms racing up to his face within a matter of time, holding onto his agonized, with his face going panicked, as he felt the swelling from the freshly fractured nose, making what can only be described as a awful, cringe crunching noise, as blood would quickly fill his palms, but not only his fucked up nose, his mouth.

His front tooth had just fallen out onto the pavement in front of him, with some of his bottom teeth going loose, with one of them even feeling as if there was any touch to them, it was just going to pop out.

And of course, that wasn’t all to the blunt fall

His knee caps and abit of his shins were just now reacting to the concrete burns letting out an blood curdling scream, not to mention, his sweat were getting into the burn, making it even more unbearable with the blood curdling screaming stopping for barely a second just to start again, and louder as the pain became more and more insufferable, blood staining the gray sidewalk from how bad of a burn it was.

“HE-HELP!!OH- HW-EL- ULP!!!” More blood curdling screams continued right after as blood drizzled down his hands to the pavement, calling out for emergency attention as bluntness from the strike to the side of his head was starting to get the better of him, tears leaked, and leaked from his eyes, falling down to the ground, following the same pattern the blood was going, within every panicked and rushed breath he took

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Of course the three would stop in their tracks to look at ashtyn, all three of them found this to be an inconvenience if anything. With Demetrius speaking up to ashtyn, providing as much sympathy as the other two did for the helpless mutt

“GET UP!”

Raising the remote that controlled any shocks executed through the shock collar, as an warning.

Of course, ashtyn really didn’t want any more trouble, with every one he received being violent, containing quite a high amount of voltage in just one shock. He’d scurry to pick himself up in a rush, with tears overflowing his eyes when he brought his left leg up to stand up, falling to his side, his left side

Bringing even more trauma than he already had to the left side of his head hollering out an blood curdling scream as an shock was executed through the shock collar, mid interrupting the horrific screaming, with him beginning to choke on his sobs, his alphabet slurring, speaking in an rushed manner, suffering from an fresh new concussion in that very moment! Yippee!

“STO-TA– STA-SOBTOP!!”

Demetrius spoke again, in a stern, heartless manner “GET. UP!”

Ashtyn's eyes just scrunched tightly closed, holding onto his left side of his head, dizziness striking him as his pupils went uneven to each other, his left one going a bit bigger than the other one. As his screaming continued after a moment of agonized grunting to maybe hold back the pain.. But holding that amount of agonizing pain back for even just a few seconds, wasn’t possible.

Of course as he’d start screaming another shock was executed to him. “GET UP.” Vincent's heel boot would kick directly to ashtyn's gut that was left wide open, leading to him coughing out a unreal amount of blood. Coughing more and more that’d lead up to that amount of blood. As the last of his tears flushed out, with him fainting from so many underlying things, stacked together just like a sandwich, the shock, the pain, the dizziness, the utter disorientation he’s been put through.

The three men of course, decided to call it quits, afterall, what good is a dog that is dead?

[howaerds-a]

𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐥 . ( @cordelliism )

-- 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 / 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 --

[medicinemane]

And maybe you'll be like "but if you don't trust businesses, how can you trust welfare?"

I fucking don't. My mom trying to get on food stamps fucked me up because a lady I never met without my permission got my SSN from my mom and started editing my files. My heart still races to this very second whenever I think about it, it kinda messed me up bad and I'll never ever ever see any kind of recourse

And I'm terrified that I'm gonna lose my medicaid just cause I inherited some money from my grandpa

And I've never even applied for disability cause it kinda doesn't matter finding out if I'd qualify or not cause of my depression, when the rules are so restrictive I don't know if I've even be allowed to keep my house

I do not fucking trust these things on a personal level. I feel like out of a lot of people I have the most to fear from them cause I'm on the edge of having things work, and that gets you punished

...but I need medicaid in order to have insurance (and when you strip out the finance side of medicaid, I love medicaid... they're honestly incredible insurance... I just... I just... dental is like 90% of why medicaid is so important to me, ever since I found out this state pays for it I've actually been able to do cleanings which is important to me cause I can't always get myself to brush)

And I think things like disability and food stamps are pretty damn important on a personal level, and honestly are also good for the economy cause they get people spending... it's practically a free cash infusion into the economy, cause these are people who need to buy stuff

There's just so much important stuff welfare does that it's worth dealing with government

No, what I want is more accountability so if someone gets my SSN from a 3rd party like my mom they're held to HIPPA styles standards where that's not ok to access my files without my permission (She changed my fucking address and tried to get medicaid to investigate me for fraud! Never even met me)

Like have some accountability there and in every situation

Secondly I want less punitive focused rules. I'd frankly prefer bezos get on disability than smack down some poor sod cause they got $2000 in the bank or cause their friend lets them live with them for free

If there's gonna be a cut off on these programs, it needs to be a solid step above the poverty line, cause... by definition I assume poverty line denotes kinda the minimum expected income people can reasonably live off of, and if you take away benefits people are gonna lose a chunk of money to covering that stuff themself, so you need a buffer before you kick people off

I don't fucking trust the government for a second, I've actively been fucked by them and on a personal level I avoid everything but medicaid and only that cause everything but the money is pleasant to deal with and I kinda need it (honestly if I was rich I'm not even kidding that I'd rather give medicaid like $400 a month than some insurance company, I sincerely like them as insurance)

But I'd trust them a lot more if they were less punitive, less out to hunt me down and gut me cause someone handed me a fiver or cause I started to get on my feet, and if government employees had concrete rules they had to follow that were actually transparent and enforced

Like 90% of my problems with welfare go away if they're held accountable and there's less "catch the welfare cheats" mentality going around

I don't trust the government in the slightest, but sadly there some jobs it kinda has to do, so I'd just rather force it to be an open book where the public can keep an eye on it and if they step out of line there's consequences (sort of like I don't trust most mega corps but happen to sometimes need stuff from them... did you know literally every cell service provider has been illegally selling shit like your location data to random people like bounty hunters, and the FCC just slapped them with a fine that's 0.02% of their yearly incomes and debated even doing that? I even can offer a source on that)

...I don't trust much of any authority cause they constantly fail me and kinda screw me. Don't trust doctors either, but I still gotta go to them, you know? ...they're just... they're real bad at listening... so many systems need systemic change

(You know who I really don't trust is the cops. I could point to so many examples. My uncle doesn't trust cops either, and he's an ex Fire and SWAT paramedic, he worked with them and we still got into a long conversation where he basically tore into them far better than I can)

(I don't trust authority that's not accountable)

[ifithasafandomimapartofit]

I was watching a video about aether and magic.

There are only 6 elements in ffxiv magic. Fire, ice, water, wind, earth, and lighting. Dark and Light are not elements, they are Aspects.

We know from Shadow Bringers that Light can be equated with Umbral (it’s still) and Dark with Astral (it’s volatile).

You see this most clearly in Black Magic. Umbral Ice that just sits and covers everything and Astral Fire that’s raging and very powerful.

So the Sin Eaters Must be Pure Aether that has no element, just an Umbral charge.

On the other end, Voidsent Must also be Pure Aether that has no element, just an Astral charge.

But the thing is….. If Darkness is Not an Element, what the FUCK do Dark Knights DO? They cast spells that summon shadow. Shadow is not an element, it’s an Aspect.

[7-ratsinatrenchcoat]

this just in: i am, once again, crying over the chernobyl firefighters

[cappurrccino]

today's canceled, everyone go home

[yogadaily]

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