#tw:bruises

[strawberresandscream]

Here is day 2 of goretober! Beaten and Bruised

Okay, I technically shouldn’t really use this one but I already drew it a few days ago and I feel like it really fits the prompt and I’m big tired today so! Shout out to @holofox on TikTok for the pose reference

[getaclubaxter]

Got a concussion now time for repercussions

Setting: The Baxter House(Immediately following his return home from the hospital)

Brief Summary: Clu has just gotten home from helping Kendall and Larkin knows.

Possible Triggers: needles,sickness,cuts,bruises,abuse

Clu had no time to rest when he arrived home thanks to Carson picking him up and they had decided that her and Clarke would pick up his car later on. “Where were you? And where’s the Tate girl?” Larkin’s voice boomed as soon as Clu’s foot stepped in the doorway of their house. Which made the teen flinch causing his body to burn due to the multiple bruises. “I—I don—don’t know.” This reply would anger Larkin more and make him march the teen down to the basement. “You do know and you clearly disobeyed me again, Clu Davies.” The phone ringing interrupted Larkin it was Carey and now their father knew where the teen was at. “So you ran to Carey. Poor baby got a concussion and ran to his brother. You must really like Kendall considering you broke the rules.” Clu chewed on his lip. “Daddy—“ he started but his head was already pounding and he knew he didn’t have any fight in him. “I’m sorry.” Larkin pushed the teen down on the table strapping him down harshly and Clu winced as they tighten against his bruises. “Not yet but you will be.” Larkin said as he grabbed a needle and pushed it into his sons vein. Clu was out for multiple days things constantly happening to him that he wouldn’t know until his father allowed him to wake up. Bruises on top of bruises, fresh cuts all over his body and when he was allowed to sit up he got sick. Most of it was his usual now and one of the first thoughts was if Kendall was ok. “Think that girl will like you now, Clu Davies?” Larkin asked looking at his son before grabbing his arm and twisting it until he heard it pop. “Don’t you dare run to Carey or her.” He said letting Clu leave the basement using his elbow to hold his arm until he collapsed on the floor.

[gloomycheri]

TW:BRUISES/MNDI

G0RET0BER DRAWING CHALLENGE DAY 1 :

(ik this is more like marking more than bruises, but ok)

[sappho-and-pup]

@https-tominnit stimboard

TW:bruises,fire and cigarettes

[twotangledsisters]

Is it a coincidence that I posted art with some whump in it and immediately got private messaged by a mental health bot...?

I feel called out right now Tumblr 😂

I did tag TW:blood and TW:bruising so that's probably why.

I am not saying anything good or bad about this new feature as I don't know anything about it, I just found this absolutely hilarious.

[trynafindtunga]

tw:bruises

[choibeomggyu]

‘The worst feelings of all are being misunderstood, treated as an embarrassment and feeling unwanted by someone you love the most. Something that teens experience almost every single day.’ - Unknown

[chibinekochan]

Obey me! The brothers accidentally hurt you badly

Based on requests about this topic.

I can only hope you are all okay.

Triggers for injuries

Blood, bruises, bones being broken

I will not detail the injuries but the reader might end up in a hospital.

Beelzebub

It happens during one of his training sessions.

You are throwing balls back and forth.

It's pretty casual.

Beel knows that he has to keep his strength down so you aren't getting injured.

You have a hard time aiming today, maybe it's a lack of focus but you somehow hit a random demon.

You apologize of course but they are getting into an argument with Beel.

In the end, they throw balls at each other, while you watch them from the sidelines.

At some point, the demon aims at you with full force.

Beel manages to push you out of the way but his force hurt you very badly.

Beel is mortified and calls an ambulance since you definitely need an x-ray.

He stays with you the entire time and apologizes at least ten times.

Beel is terrified that he hurt you.

Your injuries get treated and you can go home by the evening.

Your body hurts everywhere and the injuries make it hard to move.

Beel sees this right away and the least he can do is offering you help.

He is insisting and so you agree to his help.

Beel does absolutely everything he can for you.

Cooking, cleaning, washing you, dressing you, whatever you need.

You have to stop him several times from going overboard.

This event cared him, Beel will almost treat you like a porcelain doll.

You have to sit him down and tell him that it doesn't change how you see him.

It's hard for Beel to get over this but he tries.

Leviathan

In the middle of a game, he gets very frustrated.

He just throws his controller.

It's very untypical for him to get this angry.

Sadly at the very moment that Levi throws his controller, you open his door.

The controller hits you straight on the face.

Levi almost faints from the amount of blood but he stays strong and gets you help.

Your nose is broken and gets treated in the hospital.

Levi is there the entire time, feeling very miserable.

He thinks that you must hate him now.

Levi knows he messed up very badly and he fears that he lost you forever.

Despite that he doesn't run away, he is ready to face your wrath.

You aren't mad at all, it was an accident.

It might even be something you can laugh over in like 10 years.

Levi still promises to never throw his controller.

He also takes care of you, mostly by playing your favorite games and doing whatever you ask of him.

Levi is just glad that you don't hate him.

Even when he can't forget the look on your face when you got hit, it's his personal nightmare.

Asmodeus

You relax with him after taking a nice bath together.

Asmo just talks about random things and you add your own thoughts to it.

He turns over to show you something but while turning back to you he somehow elbows you right in the chest.

You can only hear a loud crack.

Asmo is pale and calls the ambulance.

You end up with broken ribs.

Honestly, something like this can happen even with a human.

Asmo is feeling so guilty though.

He never wants to hurt you.

How is he supposed to make up for this?

Asmo is very depressed about this.

He barely can face you to apologize.

Asmo can't stand seeing you hurt because of him.

He takes some time to come up with a sincere way of apologizing to you.

Finally, he gathers enough courage and goes to you, with a basket of treats for you.

You are very happy to see him, which already takes much pressure from Asmo.

He now realizes how scared he was of losing you because of his mistake.

He almost cries when you simply tell him it wasn't all that bad.

You aren't mad at all, only sad since it took Asmo a few days to come to see you.

Asmo feels very bad about that part.

He proceeds to pamper you for the rest of your recovery.

Satan

He might be the avatar of wrath but he isn't known to get ever angry at you.

Satan is very well aware of his strength, especially when it comes to his demon form.

One day he is in a rage about something that Lucifer has done.

He storms off to his room and smashes the door close behind him.

Unbeknownst to him, your hand was in between the door and door frame.

Your loud scream ends Satan's rage in an instant.

He rushes you to the hospital.

Your hand is badly injured.

You won't be able to use it for a while.

Satan is in tears when he hears about this.

He apologizes endlessly.

Satan has never felt this guilty in his entire time.

He swears to himself to never hurt you again.

No more smashing doors or other things that could put you in harm's way.

He knows how much his rage sometimes gets the best of him.

Satan starts to visit anger management and starts meditation to get his rage under control.

Other than that he also will do everything for you while your hand is recovering.

Satan doesn't ask for forgiveness, he knows he messed up.

You know that it was an accident and tell him that you forgive him and don't see him any different now.

Satan still wants to be better for you, even if his brothers tease him for being soft now.

He doesn't care, Satan only wants to show you that he won't lose control.

Belphegor

He has a bad nightmare.

This is pretty uncommon for him.

During his sleep, he kicks you.

Belphie wakes up from a loud sound, you have fallen from the bed.

The fall itself wasn't that bad but you got badly injured by his kick and can't get back up.

Belphie is suddenly wide awake.

He doesn't hesitate and checks on you.

Belphie isn't sure but it doesn't look good so he calls an ambulance.

He is in a panic, afraid to hurt you even more.

Belphie had forgotten how weak you actually are, compared to a demon.

He has no clue what to do.

Belphie can't always control his dreams.

What if he hurts you again?

Belphie can't get any rest even after you get released from the hospital.

He is very tense, unable to relax around you.

He is constantly afraid of hurting you again in his sleep.

Belphie always loved taking naps with you but now he just can't.

He has a hard time sleeping in general.

Belphie also takes care of you while you are injured.

It's soon very obvious that Belphie can only barely sleep, much less around you.

You have to sit him down and find a solution for his anxiety.

It takes a while for Belphie regardless of whatever magic you have to use against his nightmares/nighttime movements.

Belphie still sometimes wakes up just to check if you are okay and passing right back out.

My Obey me! Masterlist

[clickerflight]

Hyrum

Here we have the boy. His body is in the state after Ephraim found him and after he gave him the first bath and Margie sewed up some of his wounds. I want to give him a hug so badly. 

Masterpost

Clove Taglist: @wolfeyedwitch​ @the-blind-one-speaks​ @whumpsday​ @extrabitterbrain​

[whataboutmyfries]

Russian roulette

Its here its here its finally heeeeree!!!!! I’ve been so excited for this fic for the longest time and I am so so excited to finally share it with you guys!! It’s been quite a while in the making cause I was nervous about my overall ability to keep up with a multi-chapter thing, but here we are!!!

Before you start reading this, I just want you all to know that this fic comes with a LOT of trigger warning. All of them will be in the tags of course, but I just want you guys to know to proceed with caution.

credits as always go to @lumosinlove​ Haz I have utterly CORRUPTED your characters in this one, I’m so sorry

enjoy!!

~

Chapter 1

Logan could still remember the day it had happened, the defiant fury in his friend’s eyes as he’d gone down, guns blazing 

Logan still remembered it, blood splattering his arms and face, his mouth curved in a deadly smirk as he shoved Logan out of their way, going down, guns blazing, winking at the brunette as he dived into the fray.

Logan still remembered the primal fear that ripped the scream from his chest, his arm numb from the kickback of the M4. He still remembered the screaming darkness that had taken over his head after. He still remembered him.

It was the memory of that night, a job gone wrong that had him working himself to pieces, returning to the sparring ring day after day, week after week. The mere thought of it pulling him from sleep with the sharp edge of nightmares. The what if’s and if only’s shoving his mind into a rabbit hole of unending misery.

Logan huffed in frustration, shoving down the cool rage that threatened to send him over the edge. He closed his eyes, exhaling through his nose, roughly shoving his hair off his forehead. The sweat dripped off his brow as he leaned against the punching bag, flexing his fingers against fabric wrapping his hands. 

Even through the wrappings, he could feel the gentle throbbing of the rage and sorrow that had him back at the punching bag day after day after day. He looked down at his knuckles. Shit. That was going to bruise beautifully tomorrow. He sighed, walking over to the backpack on the far end of the room to get his towel and a drink of water. 

Logan hefted his pack onto a shoulder, heading over to the sparring area to clean up, unrolling the fabric from his hands as he did so. He examined his knuckles, his hands a tapestry of bruises. He couldn’t remember the last time they hadn’t been a splotchy purple-blue. 

The door slammed open, and Logan instinctively ducked to the floor, his hands going for the gun in his backpack, his posture relaxing a little when he saw who’d walked in. 

“What the fuck do you want, Nate? He grumbled, tugging his t-shirt to rights, glaring angrily at the floor as he did so, his cheeks warming at his aggressive reaction.

Nate rolled his eyes at Logan’s attitude, raising an eyebrow at Logan’s reaction to his presence. He leaned against the door, drumming his fingers against his bicep “He’s here, sir, the rookie’s here.” 

~

It took Logan all of ten minutes to shower and get dressed to meet Finn in their office. He shook the water out of his hair as his quick steps echoed in the marble hallway. The palatial mansion was HQ. He lived here, slept here, ate here. They were his family, the lions, they’d taken him in after Wyatt had died and had stood by him through every damn thing he’d been through. Regardless, it was home. It had become Logan’s home after— Logan growled, shoving the intrusive thoughts away.

Finn met him halfway to their door, casually tugging the cuffs of his shirt to rights. 

Finn was impeccably dressed as always, looking really damn good in that white button-down, the gold chain on his neck dipping into where he’s left it unbuttoned at the neck. His bespoke trousers did wonders for showing off his legs, the gold belt buckle matching the golden rings glinting in the sun.

Logan swallowed.

“So, the rookie’s coming in today. The only thing we know is the father sent him. Be on your guard.” Finn said, raising an eyebrow at Logan to make sure he understood.

Logan nodded, cracking his knuckles as he accompanied Finn into their office, the redhead making a few calls to get extra security detail around the house. Dons couldn’t take risks, no matter who sent their visitors.  

Logan shook out his hands, sucking in a calming breath before collapsing onto his chair. 

“You have to meet Dubois at the Excelsior tonight. We got a tip he’s been skimming the funds.” Finn said absent-mindedly, his mind more occupied with reading some file. The Excelsior was one of their biggest casinos, three floors of opulent revelry. And Dubois was the sleazy good-for-nothing who ran it for them.

Logan grumbled, flipping open a file of his own, the name Dubois emblazoned in sharp, black letters on the cover. Being a Mob boss wasn’t all it was made out to be, and Logan never thought he’d get used to it. He could scarcely remember how he and Finn had come to build the Lions, one of the biggest crime syndicates in the world, second only to the snakes; a family of vicious, rabid psychopaths who cared for nothing and nobody, dispatching their targets with gruesome efficiency. 

Finn had a suspicion the snakes had been doing recon work at the Excelsior and had told Logan as much. Considering that Logan had to deal with the slimy manager, anyway, he thought he might as well look into the matter. Finn looked at him over the gold rim of his glasses, as though reading his thoughts. 

“Take Potter with you, ask him to get two of his best with him,” Finn said, referring to their head of security.  

Logan huffed, about to shoot back a retort about how he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself thankyouverymuch when there was a knock on the door. Nate leaned against the wood, a smirk playing on his lips.

“He’s here.” 

~

The rookie as it turns out was no rookie at all, rather son to the most infamous pickpocket and street magician of all time, Wyatt Knut. The man had stolen and pickpocketed thousands of dollars’ worth of goods and cash in his time, there was even a rumour going around that he’d been involved in some of the biggest heists of the era, driving his worth up to millions of dollars. 

And this was his son. Sitting in front of him, idly flicking a folded sheet of paper between his fingers, making it disappear and then appear again, his leg bouncing under the table. He looked nervous, his eyes flicking around the room, drinking up the opulent mansion around him. He snapped to attention when Finn cleared his throat, sitting up straighter in his chair. 

“The name’s Knut, Leo Knut. Lizard sent me.” 

Logan’s eyes widened at the nickname. There were very few people in the world who knew it, and this baby faced blond kid sitting in front of them sure as hell didn’t look like someone who would. The fact that he did calmed Logan’s suspicions. This was real. He wasn’t kidding.

Logan felt more than saw Finn’s interest pique. The redhead leaned forward, bracing his elbows on the table. The tension in the room was palpable, and it took every inch of self-control in Logan’s body to not stiffen, sit up straighter, show he was on his guard. Let blue eyes make the first move. Logan was in charge here, not him. 

Leo’s eyes dipped to the folded note in his hand as he vanished it into his sleeve and brought it back. He sucked in a breath, calming his nerves before raising his eyes to the two men sitting before him.  

“Lizard said to come to you if he didn’t return or communicate his….being alive within four days of that mission.” Leo braced for the confusion and chaos that was going to follow his next words. 

“He had a plan to take down the snakes.” 

~

Logan’s jaw dropped, his hands going slack from where they were crossed across his chest. Lizard had what?!? Granted, he was one of their best reconnaissance men, but this seemed a stretch, even for him. 

Finn, ever the diplomat, had kept a straight face, not a hair out of place. It was only through eight years of being his friend that he noticed the tension and suspicion radiating off him. 

The redhead cocked an eyebrow. “Oh? And do you have any proof of this…..plan?” 

Leo grinned, the simple expression lighting up the entire room.” I thought you’d never ask”

 He raised his slender fingers, pulling a flash drive out of thin air, setting it down on the table before him. “It’s in three parts.” he nodded to the drive. “The drive, a……” He waved his hand in the air, trying to find the right words. “Map? With the targets and the blueprints and an encrypted folder on his laptop.”  

Logan barely registered what he’d said. The second Leo has flicked the drive out from between his fingers it was game over for him. Logan was mesmerised. He couldn’t stop staring at those hands, long thin fingers flipping the note in and out of sight with hypnotic movements, drumming on his thigh, gesturing broadly as he spoke. 

Finn seemed to have noticed, pressing his thigh against Logan’s under the table. He froze at the contact, Finn’s warmth seeping into him through the fabric of his jeans. Shit. Now was not the time. He shook his head, clearing his throat and focusing on the task at hand.  

Finn leaned back in his chair, his finger steepling under his chin. “And you’re just trusting us with this information? It’s been a month, why haven’t you approached us sooner? What’s in it for you?” 

Leo’s smile disappeared, shadows dancing behind those blue irises. “Lizard was like a second father to me. I’ve known him since I was a kid, he and my dad were friends.” He let out a shaky breath. “And when he didn’t return from that raid….I wanted to get revenge. I wanted to hurt anyone who dared to so much as lay a hand on him.” Leo met Finn’s eyes. “I was...hurt for a long time after his death, couldn’t figure out how to deal with the loss. It’s the reason why I’m only here now. And as for trusting you with the information…” He trailed off, putting a piece of paper on the table. 

Logan realised it was the same folded note that had been weaving in and out of Leo’s fingers as he’d spoken to them. The paper was worn, the edge soft in a way only repeated use could make them. Finn’s eyes flicked to Leo before he picked it up, glancing at Logan as he opened it. 

Logan leaned in, reading over Finn’s shoulder. In a familiar, stocky script it said: 

‘Sun, I’m going out on business. It’s the usual. Same as always, If I don't communicate in 4 days, ask around for Logan Tremblay and Finn O Hara, Tell them about mission troy. They’ll know who I am, say Lizard sent you  -P’ 

Logan’s hands shook, and he stuffed them into his pockets, still reading the note, scouring it over and over for clues, anything that would tell them that he was still alive— though he knew he wasn’t going to find anything. His eyes caught on the first word. ‘Sun’? Logan wracked his mind, trying to find any reason why Lizard has called him that. Realisation struck and Logan looked over Leo, sizing him up. 

Leo ‘the Sun’ Knut had was famous for his brilliant smile, those dimples distracting even the most stubborn of men while he swindled them out of their money. Bright as the sun and just as blinding, they said. Logan allowed himself a smirk at that. Like father, like son.  

Leo didn’t back down from his stare, raising a blond eyebrow at the intense look, cocking his head to the side. A shiver of excitement ran through Logan, bigger men had backed away from that look of his, yet this lanky child didn’t so much as falter. Interesting. 

Finn rested his elbows on the table, ever the portrait of unruffled grace. “How do we know this is real?” He asked, nodding his head at the drive sitting on the table. 

Logan could practically see the effort it took Leo to not roll his eyes. The blond shrugged, crossing his arms on the desk. “Believe me, or don’t. It’s your loss. I have my orders and if you aren’t willing to provide the resources, I’m sure I’ll find other people who are.” His gaze sharpened to a flinty glare, “I’m just trying to do right by a friend. He asked me a favour and I will not let him down” He nudged the drive forward with a long finger, the little black device sitting in the middle of the table.  “Help me or not, it’s up to you, but don’t you fucking dare get in my way.”

[strawberresandscream]

Let’s see how long I keep up with Goretober this year lol

Using @anemia ‘s list this year!

[vinnybox]

I couldn’t decide which one I liked best,,, he looks good in all of this SOBs

Please have this as well

I should draw Maddog Majima soon,, but I really like drawing ver 0 of him AA-

[funtime-fredboi]

Aight first day of Goretober. Hopefully I can actually do the whole thing this time. I'll be adding trigger warnings in the tags to any Goretober images that might need them.

This is also my first time drawing bruises so they probably suck.

[nekosatnight]

Loser's Watersports for Yuu from Seija!

Looks like Yuu’s bad luck ability has come out to play again without her being away of it, and it looks like her bad luck was effect Seija time when she suddenly came to her house to fight her.

It wasn’t really much of fight with Seija ensuing Yuu’s bad luck wasn’t a really much of a factor, along with having her pinned against a wall of her house, punching her repeatedly in the stomach till she ended up wetting herself, being thrown back down to the floor in her piss.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for my bad luck to effect you.” She muttered out before having Seija starting stomping all over her body, covering her body in bruised and boot prints, leaving the cat youkai a bruised mess on the floor. She was now panting heavily, closing her eyes slightly when Seija started to relive herself over her punching bag before leaving her to pass out in the piss.

[rainbowmatic-stumpomatic]

Can I get a board based on Camisado? thank you!

[pencil-prince]

Boom boom