#shoulder dislocation

this is gonna be my own little whump rant from personal experience but i see dislocated shoulders in whump all the time and then they’re just popped back in and glossed over but as someone who has dislocated their shoulder(s) multiple times it is so fucking painful and takes a while to heal and then feel right again (and it never really does)

it also becomes easier for it to pop out and is weaker and aches and sometimes if you carry something wrong or sleep on it wrong it hurts to do stuff — doing random stretches or things can also suddenly cause immense pain like i was spinning around holding hands with a friend dancing and then she crossed my arms and suddenly it felt like my shoulder popped out so use that in your hurt/comfort recover yall

i also find i roll my shoulder as a reflex when i’m gearing up to do something which is a little detail to add to a whumpee maybe

and the funniest whump potential is when you workout and do like pushups or planks sometimes it gives out and then you fall on your face lmao

for your boys, just a thought: a moment where archie has to patch simon up. role reversal. like if simon tried to protect his boy and got himself hurt, and now he has to talk archie through patching him up.....

your boys are so lovely. i can't wait to see them get whumped to bits in the event!!!

- @whump-kia

kia this was genuinely such a blast to write that it ended up a tad longer than i originally planned for, thank you SO much for the prompt (˃ᆺ˂) i hope u like it as much as i loved writing it because these boys are SILLY.

to anyone else: see this post for character info!

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There was a rumor circulating that there was an “inconspicuous medical student” spotted “aiding the activities of a notorious vigilante” in the city, and it was safe to say the crime lords and such were not happy about it.

The rumors were true, of course, but it didn’t make them any easier to deal with.

And Simon was currently dealing with them.

Falling Muses Prompts

Thank you!!

Content Warnings: falling from a height, injuries, broken bones, bruises, chased, hunted down, demon whump, referenced past captivity, recapture arc, passing out

I started writing a completely different story for this one but then I had a better idea. Nathan needed a break from being the center of my whumping tendencies. Also I have 3 more slots that I'm currently working on so be on the lookout for those too.

Tagging @whatwasmyprevioususername, @tears-and-lilies, and @abitefullofeverything to follow the Jock Boys adventure!

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CW: unsportsmanlike conduct, shoulder dislocation, serious injury, hockey appropriate hurt

"This is for your own Good"

The other team's captain was a harsh and violent person. He only cared that his team won and not whether it was achieved fairly. The referees had been paid off to look the other way for many of the physical penalties which gave the rival team near free reign to play as rough as they wanted. 

Brody had been illegally hooked by a stick, slammed into the boards, and cross checked multiple times that game and the referees had said nothing. He knew the game was rigged at this point but a lot of those penalties were causing him some serious harm. 

He had stubbornly been placing himself in front of other players so that the other team would either go after him or mess up their attempts to carry out the illegal actions on the ice. 

The rival team's captain was getting fed up with Brody for messing with their attempts at cheating. He decided that in order to win they would need to really scare or hurt the Snow Dogs's forward player. The captain was sent onto the ice to play and take care of the problem player. 

Brody caught a glimpse of the captain getting on the ice and knew only bad things would follow. He turned his attention back to the puck as it whizzed toward him on the ice. He passed it to another player as the captain came up on him. 

"You're getting on my nerves Snow Dog. You should quit while you're ahead" the captain threatened in a harsh tone.

"I appreciate that you're thinking of me, but I think I'll stick to fucking with you instead" Brody retorted as the puck was passed to him. 

He passed the rubber disk to a fellow player just as he was slammed into the wall again but this time it hurt though his protective layer of gear. Suddenly his jersey was being grabbed and he was being yanked to the ground. 

A few words filled his ears as he felt his arm being yanked harshly. "This is for your own good, Snow Dog" was what the captain said as he threw a punch at the fallen player. 

The two threw punches as the other team's captain managed to straddle Brody's waist to keep him down. Brody's arm was pulled harshly in a direction it wasn't meant to go. The captain continued to put pressure as Brody let out an anguished scream when the arena echoed with a deafening pop. 

Brody's world was filled with pain and agony as his shoulder was pulled out of its socket. He felt tears spring to his eyes immediately as his body screamed in pain. The other team's captain was ripped off of him officials as Dan appeared in his view along with the paramedics. 

He was immediately dizzy and sobbed as the paramedics carefully lifted him on a gurney. He put his good arm to his head and gripped his helmet hard. He had been injured on the ice countless times but this was the worst yet. The captain's words still rang sickeningly in his ears.

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Prompt: Passing Out From Pain

Characters: Luke Costello (oc)

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Luke is kept chained up, arms pinned behind him. Every movement, every breath pulls them further out of place.

He'd cried at first, deep, heaving sobs, and they'd just laughed at him, watching the chains tighten. His wings trail on the floor behind him, and he can feel the feel the clamps digging into the skin along them. At least, he could. Everything is numb and burning. He drops his head, holding in the whine as it pulls at his shoulders

“Are you ready to apologise yet?”

Luke stays silent, refusing to look up. There's another minute of silence, and he can feel the tension growing.

“I asked you a question, feathers.” He doesn't expect the hand grabbing his curls and turning his head to face him.

“I didn't- didn't do anything-”

The slap echoes around the basement, and it takes a moment for Luke to catch up.

“How dare you? You'll pay for that.” He laughs, gesturing to the mirror, before crouching down in front of him. He cups Luke's face, gently running his thumb across his cheek. “Maybe next time you'll listen.”

She presses down between his wings, just enough pressure to not dislocate his shoulders.

“I've been wanting to do this since he brought you in. Of course, he wanted to try break you first.” Luke just whines in response, desperately trying to pull away.

Her hand wraps around his throat, hard enough to make him struggle, bucking against it.

“You're so pretty when you're desperate, but I wouldn't do that if I were you.”

He keeps fighting until everything starts to blur, until all he can think about is her hand around his throat.

His knees give way first, and the quick press on his shoulders dislocates them both. He thinks he screams, but he doesn't have enough strength.

She just laughs, trailing her fingers through his feathers before leaving.

When he finally comes to, the first man is back, sitting cross-legged in front of him. He seems bored, waiting for Luke to wake up.

Luke stays still, daren't move, his small, panicked huffs blowing up small clouds of dust.

“Are you ready to apologise?” It mustn't be the first time the man has asked, as he sits, waiting for Luke to look at him.

Luke tries to speak, but only manages a small groan, trailing off into a whimper. His shoulders were definitely still dislocated, he could feel that. They had been kind enough to let him down, let him lie on his side, undressed and unchained.

His eyes, desperate and wild, search for an escape he knows isn't there.

“I was talking to you.”

The man. He'd forgot about him.

“Are you going to apologise?” Luke nods into the ground, wincing at the movement. “Will you be good? For me?”

Luke must have nodded again as the man seems satisfied, but it's getting harder to focus with the pain. He can feel himself drifting, being anywhere but here.

The fingers pressed into his shoulder drag him back.

“No” It's more of a gasp than a fully formed word, but it's enough to draw a frown from the man.  

“You don't want me to fix this? I can leave you like this.”

“sorry” He continues to repeat it to the ground, unfocused and barely holding onto consciousness.

“You want me to hurt you?” Luke nods, ignoring the tears falling down his cheek.

He grabs Luke's arm and twists. He keeps pulling until he hears the pop and feels the grinding of the bone as it slips back into place.

Luke is barely conscious, only letting out a small keen of relief. He knows he should be grateful, should thank him, but he can't form the words. Instead, he looks towards the man, the shifting shape in the darkness and thinks it, hoping he'll notice.

“If I do this one,” his fingers twist in the joint, sending spikes of pain throughout his left side. “then you've got to promise to be good.” Luke doesn't answer; he can't hear past the rushing in his ears. He briefly wonders if he's drowning. Again.

The man decides to be kind. After all, Luke looks so pretty when he's broken.

There's no delay this time, no watching the pain etched on his face. He just pulls, letting the shoulder move back into place, and letting Luke give in.

He does look pretty when he's broken and begging, but there's something else about watching him slip away, watching his face relax as he's finally allowed to pass out.

From his position, he can see the bruises spreading across Luke's neck, small, perfect marks.

Luke will be perfect soon.