#training accident

[viva-la-whump]

Febuwhump Day 24

@febuwhump

Time to expand my character base ;)

"I'M DOING THIS BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT YOU"

“Again.”

“Again.”

“Again.”

Each time Ezra Bridger tried and each time he failed, sometimes more spectacularly than others. He was used to sneaking around, night fighting. He should be practicing getting better at not being caught so he wouldn’t have to fight. But his guardian thought differently.

Alexsandr Kallus wasn’t a bad man, per se, not as bad as others Ezra had met, but he was not an easy man. When the war had arrived in Ezra’s small town of Lothal, he’d lost his home, his parents, and almost his life. It had been Kallus who had taken him in. It was supposed to have been temporary, but with battle after battle creating so many other orphans, there’d been no other place for Ezra to go. And so he’d stayed. For better or for worse.

Another failed bout of hand-to-hand practice and Ezra found himself on the dusty ground once again. But this time, as he’d tried to catch himself, his arm had twisted underneath him and there was a sickening crack that he felt more than heard.

With a cry, Ezra cradled his arm to his chest, tears streaming down his face.

“Let me see,” Kallus said, kneeling beside him. He raised the young teenager to a seated position and gingerly took his arm in his hands. Ezra bit back a sob of renewed pain. The man sighed. “It’s broken.”

“I know that,” Ezra snapped, twisting away from Kallus and instantly regretting it. The world spun and he was about to crash back down to the ground, but a pair of strong hands kept him upright.

“Don’t be smart,” Kallus lightly scolded, helping him to his feet. “Come on, let’s get that set.”

“Shouldn’t we go into town for the doctor?” Ezra asked, allowing himself to be led back to the house.

“I’ve taken care of many broken bones over the years, Ezra. I can take care of you. Come on.”

---

That evening, Ezra sat on the porch steps looking up at the moon, his arm in a sling. It still hurt, but not nearly as much as before.

“You know I only push you this hard because I care about you.” Ezra didn’t turn around as Kallus joined him, sitting on a bench by the door. “It’s a vicious world out there and it doesn’t show mercy to the weak. I’m only trying to prepare you.”

“Whatever,” Ezra mumbled, standing up and walking back inside without even a look at his guardian. 

He knew how hard life could be. He’d had it harder than most. Ezra didn’t want to spend the rest of his having the stuffing knocked out of him again and again, no matter if it was done “because he cared” and so he’d “be prepared.” Kallus could say whatever he wanted, but the first chance Ezra got, he would run away from this place.

[savebatsfromscratch]

No.22 Watch Out For Flying Boulders!

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51043096

Words: 1,064

Cws: Training injury, leg getting crushed, passing out, swearing

Notes: “A training accident I guess. Sun because I love him and it’s his birthday while I plan this.” <- I regret this but I was so excited about it at the time, I just had to do it, for myself.    Abrupt ending.

Prompt: No. 22: “They never saw us coming, ‘til they hit the floor.” Glass Shard | Vehicular Accident | “Watch out!”

Sun yelled out a command to his Incineroar, and immediately a blast of heat blew his hair all across his face. Sparks tore through the air around him, and by the time the black smoke had cleared, the target had been completely destroyed. He grinned. He actually thought they might be getting better! That was totally awesome!

He grinned at the ocean, watching as the sky began to turn a glowing orange with the setting sun. A week or so ago, Sun had realized that he was definitely on a lower power level than many of the older dexholders. That fact hadn't really bothered him at first, he'd never really found too much interest in the battling side of things, to be honest, but something had changed in him when he and Moon had watched the reruns of the past year's Alola championship. Sun still didn't want to be a “battler” per-say, but the idea of being a fighter suddenly seemed very attractive to him.

He wanted to be the kind of strong trainer who could protect themselves and their wants. He was already the type of person who could do that (he'd proved that quite well enough already, he thought), but his team didn't always feel entirely up to that challenge, himself included.

If he trained more, maybe Sun would be able to invest in his other endeavors more effectively. Every dexholder, no matter how comparatively weak, knew the importance of a good bond with the creatures that you were going to spend your life with. And Sun was no different in that regard, even if he had a small habit of being a bit rude when he was stressed. (Like, who didn't?)

“Great job Dollar!” he cheered, running towards his Incineroar and throwing his arms around the big cat, “That was the best fire blast I've seen yet!” 

The Incineroar purred happily, and his tail tip quivered with pride.

Sun pulled out of the hug, still grinning brightly. “Do you think we should try working on some physical moves next?” He asked, flexing his arm in a way that showed off zero muscles at all. Dollar roared in agreement, copying Sun's flex (with a whole lot more muscle) and lashing his tail in determination. Sun grinned even harder. This training business was fun!

“Alright!” he said, stepping backwards and flinging his arm out to the side in his excitement, “Let's try some rock throws!” (He didn't bother to check if Incineroar could even learn that move for official championships, he doubted it, but why not try anyway? Any growth in strength felt welcome to him now that he was finding interest in building it.)

Dollar roared enthusiastically and bounded a few feet away from Sun. His paws kicked up sand and seashells, and Sun whistled for him to stop when he had reached several large boulders. In his excitement, Sun didn't care that these rocks were much larger than anything he and Dollar had ever practiced before. Of course, an Incineroar rarely had trouble lifting much of anything, so it wasn't like Sun gave himself a cap of what was too much.

It didn't, however, cross his mind that there comes a point where even a strong creature like Dollar would lose the control that was so critical when it came to high level attacks like these.

“Let's go!” he yelled, his voice shrill with excitement as he punched the air, “Lift the first one Dollar!”

Dollar roared again, wrapping his claws around the nearest boulder (a smaller gray one with pretty white flecks) and yanking it out of the sand. Confident, he held it over his head, and Sun whooped as he threw it down the beach. (The Incineroar had a very interesting technique of spinning several times as he threw the thing, but it seemed pretty effective from where Sun was standing!)

”We could totally start a beach clearing service if you get good at that, Dollar!“ Sun laughed, “Think of the dollars!”

Dollar looked even more excited by that, and he quickly moved onto the next boulder. This one was slightly bigger, and he had to actually strain to get it into the air, but Sun was still given time to cheer as it too flew down the beach.

“Nice!” Sun yelled, “Try that big red one!” He pointed at the largest boulder, a large reddish brown rock that had to be at least half Dollar's height and three times as wide, and Dollar's tail lashed at the challenge. He hooked his paws under the rock and began to try and pull it upwards.

“You got it!” Sun cheered, clapping his hands encouragingly as Dollar strained against the weight of the stone, “You can do it!”

Slowly but surely, the rock began to lift, and Dollar's hissing grew in volume as he hefted it above his head. His ears were flat against his head, and his tail twitched with effort, but he was doing it! He began to spin, building up momentum to chuck it after its brethren. Given how massive the rock was, he was doing really well.

Sun had the beginnings of a grin on his face, but then the rock slipped out of Dollar's claws.

The Incineroar yowlled in alarm, and Sun's eyes widened as he watched the boulder soaring towards him. He had a quick flashback to the training tips manual he had laying by his bag, and immediately cursed himself for not bringing a human training partner with him to this event.

“Shit!” he yelled, making a split second decision as he dove to the side, “No!”

Dollar was leaping towards him, but the rock was much faster than the large fire type as it barreled towards Sun.

A loud CRUNCH sound rang across the beach, and Sun screamed as pain shot up from his leg (or, what was left of it). The rock had hit him, crushing his leg completely against the sand of the beach. Sun's vision blurred with his agony, but he was pretty sure that he could already see blood spreading out from under the boulder.

He couldn’t stop screaming, even as Dollar reached his side and began to pry the boulder off of him. It hurt so bad. The world was swimming around him as he began to lose consciousness. Dark, darker, darkness.

The sun sank below the waves.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 5: Flip Slip.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 4.5)

[spiderziege]

landscape practice!

[nelkcats]

Journey to another world

Gotham Academy is the least mysterious place in the entire city. Or so you would think, the place where students of all ages attend to learn (and sometimes discover that their teachers are Rogues).

On one occasion, Damian became bored and decided to explore. He didn't see the point of attending the academy when he was more advanced in his studies (Tim agreed with his brother) but his father insisted, probably because he thought he would make "friends".

So, the first chance he got: Damian escaped from class and explored. He wasn't missing anything anyway. During his exploration there was an attack from a Rogue, and he ducked into one of the lockers in an attempt to hide to put on the mask.

He was surprised when he was transported to a completely different school. One that looked very destroyed (much more than the Academy).

Forgetting about his mission, Damian explored the school with curiosity, many students stared at him in confusion and asked if he was an exchange student, to which of course, the son of the bat replied yes.

So, for months: instead of going to classes, Damian escaped to the dimension and learned from it, sometimes just because he wanted to escape from home. Of course, he didn't notice the suspicious look Danny Fenton was giving him. Nor Poindexter pointing out to the halfa that someone was using his locker as some kind of transportation, again.

Danny knew the "exchange boy" wasn't a ghost, but he had no idea where he came from. All he knew was that the boy was too proud to recognize his city as a danger (Danny had kept Damian from encountering so many ghosts), the boy snorted at the mention of ghosts and said it was absurd. Danny just wanted to avoid him being killed, and maybe close the damn portal.

The worst part was when more "exchange students" started showing up, students who were obviously taking his dimension as a vacation. The halfa growled in frustration, knowing he had a lot of work ahead.

[utilitycaster]

The thing about Ludinus is that yes, he does have a very high INT score but he is in fact stupid. He is a particular brand of stupid that I like to call Wizard Stupid, which is related to but not identical to Wizard Hubris. Wizard Hubris is the vision; Wizard Stupid is the realization.

Wizard Hubris is excessive confidence that is derived from the fact that one is a wizard, and therefore obviously knows everything, probably even more than the gods. Wizard Stupid is then carrying out the plans derived from Wizard Hubris without any kind of safety net. Where Wizard Hubris says "There is nothing beyond my capabilities"; Wizard Stupid says "No consequences can touch me." Wizard Hubris is building the Tower of Babel; Wizard Stupid is leaning one ladder on top of another ladder to do so. Wizard Hubris is the belief that you can, and indeed, are entitled, to fuck around. Wizard Stupid is the unshakeable belief that you will not be subjected to finding out.

So: let's look at Caleb. Caleb is FULL of Wizard Hubris for most of Campaign 2, given that he desires to reconfigure the time-space continuum, but except for a few relatively rare occasions, he is not terribly Wizard Stupid. He actually tends to be extremely cautious, and the cases in which he indulges the Wizard Stupidity are relatively self-contained (eg: the emerald).

Yussa, meanwhile, has few grand designs and mostly wants to hang out and fuck with the gentrification and political cronyism of Nicodranas, and honestly, good for him, seems totally reasonable. However, he does think that the Archmage's Bane is not referring to him (archmage) and that Astral Projection, a totally standard high level wizard's spell well within his abilities without any need for hubris, will carry no risk if he then decides to check out a little place called Cognouza.

Of course, many wizards have both. It's actually pretty rare to be mostly one or the other (which is why Caleb and Yussa are used for illustrative purposes). It's also pretty rare to have neither; Allura is the closest, and even she has her moments. Some degree of Wizard Hubris and Stupid do come packaged with the act of being a wizard.

Ludinus, obviously has both; he is, basically, building the Tower of Babel and he is, canonically, violating a list of safety protocols that rivals the length of a CVS receipt. And so: the hubris is "I can, should, must, and will blow up the moon that imprisons a god-eating abomination"; the stupid is sticking his fucking arm in the machine to power it.

[m1zukam3dian]

I want her to fumble in romance so bad

[savebatsfromscratch]

No. 20 A regular training accident

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50990143

Words: 1,171

Cws: Ice beam injury?? training accident, nearly passing out

Notes: Nobody even SUGGEST that these characters are found family in this fic. >:( (I’m so serious found family makes me feel so anxious. XD)    Also, this is just me kinda messing around lol. It doesn’t really make that much sense.

Prompt: No. 20: “People don’t change people, time does.” Blanket | Found Family | “You will regret touching them.”

“Ah!” Ash shrieked, stumbling over backwards as the unfamiliar feeling of ice crackled up his legs as he fell, “Ow!”

“Are you okay?” Tracy yelled, dropping his half-made sandwiches and running over to where Ash had been training, “What happened-,” he cut himself off with a gasp as his eyes caught on the frozen state of Ash’s lower body.

“Ow,” Ash hissed again, “That hurt,” He looked down at the frosty coating on his skin. In his shock, he couldn’t think of anything to do about it.

“Are you okay?” came Misty’s voice as she raced over from the other side of the pond, slipping on leaves and sticks “I thought I heard-” It was then that she spotted the ice, which appeared to be freezing Ash’s legs entirely solid, “Oh Arceus!”

Tracy, who had been staring in shock at Ash (it seemed that he was no more used to Ice Type injuries than Ash was, but probably more because he was a Pokemon watcher, and not a trainer himself), jumped into action at Misty’s yelp. “Do you need a potion?” he stammered to Ash, fumbling through his bag for any of the elusive healing items that they all knew none of them carried, “Would an Ice Heal help?!”

“It would if we had one,” Ash groaned, clawing weakly at his frozen legs as numbness began to fill his body, “Charizard!” he called, turning to his fire type, “Get over here!”

The orange dragon harumped, but tromped towards the small group, clearly not caring too deeply about the gravity of the situation, but obeying anyway. (For that Ash was thankful. He had been half expecting the disobedient Pokemon to just fly away the instant he received the command.)

“Here, here,” Misty guided the flaming tail towards Ash’s legs, clearly trying to hold in panic as she got the fire close enough to melt the ice but still far enough that the odd flare wouldn’t burn him. Charizard grunted in annoyance, but thankfully didn’t change anything about the position of his tail.

Once it was clear that the ice was melting, Tracy began to calm down a bit. He looked to Ash, to Misty, to Charizard, and then back to Ash again. Clearly trying to lighten the situation, he cracked a smile. “Does this sort of thing happen often with you guys?”

“It shouldn’t,” Misty said, glaring at the ice on Ash’s leg like it was what she was getting angry with. (Despite the fact she was annoyed with him, Ash grunted in agreement, doing his best to take his blurring mind off of the pain.) “I told you to be more careful with that Lapras Ash,” Misty continued crossing her arms and looking him in the eye, “We’re not gonna have it forever you know,”

“I didn’t think it could do that!” Ash protested, flinging his hands up in the air, “Plus, I’m pretty sure I realized that by now!” He gestured to the shiny coating his legs were sporting, demonstrating his point even further by shivering so hard his teeth clacked together. Was it just him, or was the world spinning?

“Yeah, well…” Misty started, trailing off as she realized that Ash had a point. She deflated slightly, her orange ponytail drooping. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, dropping her hands to her sides, “It scared me, that’s all,”

“Scared me too,” Tracy added, putting a worried hand on Ash’s shoulder, forcing him back into focus. Ash inhaled sharply, suddenly aware of the fact that he had been beginning to lose consciousness. Was he really that cold?

Tracy looked a little closer at Ash’s face, pursing his lips in worry. “Hey,” he said, speaking clearly as he shook Ash slightly, “Are you okay?”

Ash tried to answer, but his mouth didn’t seem to be working. How was he that cold? He had felt fine a few seconds ago, besides, the ice was mostly melted. Was he okay? He really thought he was, but was he?

Ash felt his eyelids flicker, and he fumbled to grab Tracey’s arm in his alarm. He had never trained an ice type before, was this reaction normal? At his side, Pikachu was nuzzling at his side and squeaking with worry. Above him, even Charizard was starting to seem a bit concerned.

“Ash!” Misty yelled, grabbing him around the arms as he began to tilt backwards, “You gotta stay awake Ash!”

He knew that, but the reminder didn’t really do much to make him actually do it. Ash distantly heard Misty asking Tracey something, and then her presence was gone, leaving Ash as a dead weight in only Tracey's hands.

“Ash,” Tracey repeated, speaking even more strongly than last time in order to drag Ash out of his blurry state once more, “Misty's going to get you a blanket, try and keep warm okay?”

The request was so obvious it almost made Ash want to laugh, but the numbness was turning into an awful prickling feeling all throughout his lungs, so he couldn't. As it was, he wasn't sure how much, if any, of the words he was trying to say were getting out, but based on Tracey's expression, he was not doing too good.

“You're okay,” Tracey sounded like he was rambling now, “Did you know that Lapras was that powerful? I sure didn't-”

His words were getting scrambled in Ash's head, but he knew better than to tune them out. He'd had experience with passing out before, he knew it was not something you wanted to do without an awakening. (And, as he had already detailed, none of them ever carried items like that. ...he was starting to think that they should probably try and make a habit of that.)

Tracey kept talking, and Ash kept on trying to listen. Just because the ice was now gone from his legs didn't mean he would feel better, apparently. (Though he could distantly feel Charizard curling up around him, helping to warm his poor frozen master with his body heat. If Ash was feeling any better, he would have given him a treat for that.)

Eventually though, he felt a blanket being thrown around his shoulders, and Tracey’s distant sounding voice began to blur with Misty’s as they both did their best to warm him. And slowly, slowly, the world began to come back into focus around him.

“‘m oka-y,” he finally forced out, his arms shooting out to wrap the blanket closer around himself, still shivering hard enough to chatter his teeth against each other, “thank you-,”

“Oh thank Arceus,” Misty gasped, still blurry in Ash’s eyes as she slapped a hand to her chest, “I was really getting scared, I- I didn’t know-,” (Tracey decided to show his relief by flinging his arms around Ash’s shoulders and hugging him so hard he almost lost consciousness again.)

“Lapras,” Ash croaked, looking up at the ice type, which still floated by the edge of the pond, mooing weakly, “Great attack, but we really gotta work on you aim,”

[corka400]

the feminine urge to pee my pants on the couch

[abyranss]

Infinity Train au again.

If the numbers increase with badness then how could Bonesaw possibly have so many while Siberian lacks any at all? Bonesaw is good actually, that's her whole deal. Trust me.

They're like an evil Tuba and Hazel.

Manton is on another train car, having a not good time.

[cradle-quill]

Imagine (AB/DL Story by CradleQuill)

This content is intended for consenting adults aged 18 and older. All characters depicted within this material are fictional and at least 18 years of age. _

Imagine still needing diapers at your age. Imagine liking them too. You just sit there all day, filling your pants like a helpless little baby. That's what gets you off, isn't it? Feeling helpless and pathetic. Knowing you're too little to even make it to the potty on your own.

You just want to be a complete and total baby all the time. You don't want to have to worry about adult responsibilities. You just want to sit there in your full pampers, literally wearing your potty. Letting your mind get dumber and dumber as you slowly unpotty train yourself a little more each day.

Because in the end, deep down, you don't want to be able to go back. There's a part of you secretly hoping one day you'll wake up in a wet diaper that you're certain was dry when you fell asleep. And that part of you hopes it won't realize how far you've fallen until it's too late to go back. You don't want to have to make choices, isn't that right, little one? You might as well have every choice taken from you, even if that means never getting to decide when it's convenient for you to fill your pants.

Something tells me you'd be happier that way. You'd get to be the little baby you've always dreamed of being. No more adult worries or expectations. Just diapers and stuffies and Daddy changing you after you've pottied all over yourself again. This really is the life you want, isn't it? If you admit it and beg me, maybe I'll make all your little wishes come true.

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #137

Damian and Jason were teamed up for patrol that night. As they got closer to the robbery something happened and they both fell through a portal that looked way too close to the lazurus pits. Both of them are extremely confused to find themselves in a suburban neighborhood. A library search and disguises put on they realized 2 things they were in another world and 2 scientists were building a portal to another world. They didn’t have much else to go on but it was their best chance to get back home.

They sneak into Fenton Works that afternoon and creep into the basement where they find a place to hide. 3 teens were messing around down here and somehow the girl convinced one of the guys to investigate the giant electrical hole in the wall. He goes in and suddenly there’s a blinding light and a blood curdling scream followed. After a moment both friends leave the room in panic so they don’t see the boy stumble out of the room.

Damian and Jason felt unsettled by the portal and they decided to take the kid and retreat to think of a plan.

[heikoooo]

same energy

[hoofpeet]

Trans girl Emmy heehee...<33

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I pushed Korekiyo Shinguji onto train tracks and he got run over before suddenly reappearing with a dirt bike with Rantaro Amami on the back seat.