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[kikker-oma]

Hello! I have just learnt to crochet the past few months! I started with amagarumi because making blankets didn't interest me that much. I learnt everything I know by taking out crochet books from the library. Most pattern books come with instructions with pictures of the various stitches. I would highly suggest when working in the round (going around and around a circle rather than along a row and then flipping) to mark each first stitch. That way if you screw up you just have to undo one "round". You don't need fancy plastic stitch markers if you don't currently have any, when I first started I just stuck a small piece of left over yarn in there. Also when making your magic circle tension is key! If you are finding working into the stitches to be difficult, make sure you aren't pulling everything to tight. :) keep at it!

Ooh I should definitely go the the library👀👀

Thank you for these tips!! I didn't know about marking stitches, but it definitely sounds useful so I don't have to start everything over lol. Maybe I can use some bobby pins ! I only have the yarn the kit gave me atm

Year tension will definitely be a learning curve for me! It's giving me trouble so far, but I'll get there haha

[kikker-oma]

I literally can't stop listening to the new EPIC ep, someone help mmeeeeeeee

The BRAINROT

ITS SO GOOD

I WISH I COULD ANIMATE SOO BADLYYYYYYYYY

[kikker-oma]

BLARE YOU LOVELY WOMAN!! 😭😭😭😭 Ok this actually did help so much!! I think what was really tripping me up was I wasn't including the tail in my stitches and I didn't know that you were supposed to pull the circle together hehe🥴

You're amazing, thank you for making this for me😭❤️❤️

Magic ring/circle tutorial

@kikker-oma I decided to make you one to help a bit, as I learned how with a video tutorial

note that when I said “pull” at the end (video didn’t catch what I did) I meant to pulll the TAIL string (string that ISN’T connected to yarn ball)

[kikker-oma]

I saw your crocheting dilemma. I just want to say that it’s always hard in the beginning. I have been crocheting for years (I frequently have to go back to watch videos to re-learn some techniques, so I always rely on videos since they are they easiest way to learn) and have a few tips if you would like? If not, feel free to ignore this- start ignoring now, cause the rest is advice:

First, the crochet circle is very hard for a beginner, typically flat projects are best, so don’t get discouraged- also did you mention that you are learning this from a kit/book? Good on you, but videos may be a little easier to learn from if you want to see different hand positioning. If you still want to work on the circle, PRACTICE, it first. What I mean by practice is-set up a practice run, you should get a length of yarn, use a large crochet hook (larger than recommended for initial practice (if you have a larger hook)-it makes the stitches larger, so it’s easier to see what to do), also make sure your stitches are looser, one of the hardest things for me to learn when I started crocheting was to maintain yarn tension (same also applies to knitting). If the stitches are too tight, it’s extremely hard to continue stitching, but if it’s too loose, you’ll lose it’s form and it turns into a mess.

Like I said, the only way to get better is to practice. I think you are doing a double magic ring? I highly recommend watching a video, it is really hard to do this by just following a book. This one is pretty good, she even explains how it works:

https://youtu.be/bvQsM7VzRMo?si=7CMpQqG6Jr64NMcq

I wish you the best of luck, try not to get discouraged, yarn crafts are always hard in the beginning. Even the picture you posted looks better than my first attempts. The magic ring is more intermediate than for beginners, so don’t worry, you’ve got this, just go slow.

Alright, I will stop advising, I’m sorry if I got a little too lecture heavy, especially if you didn’t need it. I just wanted to help since I know how hard it is to start.

But you’ve got this, it may just take some time. YOU CAN DO IT!! Soon you’ll have friends asking for you to make something for them.

Aahhh these are wonderful tips, thank you so much!❤️

The kit I bought includes some videos, and I thought it was gonna walk me through the whole thing but it went , "this is not for beginners""magic circles are hard" and basically only showed how to do a slip knot and then was like, "now you're ready to do the pattern on your own😀"

It was really funny honestly😂😂 thankfully I only paid $7 for it so it wasn't a giant waste of money lol

I'll definitely be looking up videos and should probably start with something simple until I get a bit more knowledge on how different patterns work. Thank you for the encouragement! I need to practice so I can make ALL the plushies haha.

Even tho this was a frustrating start, new things tend to be frustrating so it's ok. And honestly I can already see why people love it. I know I will too!....eventually😂😉

[kikker-oma]

Hehe I don't like using hooks with crocheting. I also don't like patterns. I kind of developed my own way of crocheting with just my fingers and bigger types of yarn. I use the stitches of crotchet and my fingers- and I can make everything! (Like everything. Blankets clothes bags stuffies life size models of animals whatever | can do it.) | make my own patterns and I make everything without starting new sections- it's one whole piece with different yarns connected. I just keep going until my vision is in my hands. It's so satisfying- I work with my fingers and make something. Just me, yarn, and stubborn will.

But the struggle is real. Easy patterns makes no sense when you don't know how to read them. (You can ask me or others for help if you want- we've all been there lol)

And circle stitches are HARD. You can do it! But feel free to deviate from the traditional way if you want. I'm just wierd.

Idk I just saw you were crocheting and wanted to share my experience. I do it too, just in a unique way bc I do what I want until it works. I still hate hooks. Have fun!

That's awesome you've kinda figure out your way of crocheting! Ice had a coworker tell me that they hand/arm crochet too and that it helps to have larger yarn to start with.

I think I just had too much faith in my crochet kit and inyself for immediately starting off with a stuffed animal instead of like, grandma squares haha

I wanna keep trying, tho it may not be consistent practice until after Fan Joy July is done. But I WILL be returning to it, cus I have SO MANY stuffed animal designs I wanna make!! A whole Pinterest board full lolol

[kikker-oma]

I call upon my forest magic and cast upon you the magical spell of NELUMBO NUCIFERA!

You are now a plant! (Psst the magical spell is the Latin name of the plant.)

~ 🌲

🌱🌱🌱🌿💮

🪴🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿

🪴🪴🪴🪴🌻🌻🌺🌺

🌱🌱🌱🌿🌱🌱🍀🌲🌲🌲

🌵🌵🌵🌴🌴🌴🌴🌴🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳

🍄🍄🍁🍀🍀

(me lamenting that I am now indeed a plant but then coming to terms with the fact that I can now sunbathe all day)

I'll have to rename my blog Lotus-Oma now😂 lol

[kikker-oma]

This is SO FREAKING GOOD!!!!

@skyloftian-nutcase 's Imprisoning War trio! :) I had a lot of fun drawing this and revisiting some techniques I used a lot in the past with a new perspective. And looking at Gerudo design. Eheh.

[kikker-oma]

Behold, my crochet masterpiece🥴🥴🥴🥴

Why do y'all do this, it makes no sense😭😭😭 so much more respect to crocheters, this is hard as CRAP

I can't even do a crochet circle. End me lol

[kikker-oma]

remember that wip of the writing I shared with you a while back?

There’s more now >:)

His brown curls tickled his nose slightly, its natural color hiding the blood and sweat that lingered in the thick locks. Freedom felt like a curse at best. The cost of the ability to roam around free would never feel truly as it said in legend. Graves were eroded by harsh winters, acid rain, and sand sharp enough to stab into over-walked feet if not careful. The air in itself had the faint feeling of poison, but mostly held the call of tears and an everlasting depression that wouldn’t relent its hold on the once vibrant land. The magic in the air felt muted and scarce, as if confirming the absence of hope. 

So the traveler kept walking. 

He followed his feet, a silent prayer whispering in each step for somewhere, or even simply, something, that would give him the sense of life again. He couldn’t comprehend who he was praying to, that was beyond his limited knowledge. Youth still clouded his features, his cheeks lifting to every smile, eyes that held wonder at the simplest of things, or perhaps the way his hair still held the soft bounce to it, how it glowed in the sun, as if reaching up to the ball of light, so close he could just touch it. 

But he couldn’t. 

RUULLLIIIEEEEEEEE

oh what a way to set the scene!

BLARE WHY IS HE BLEEDING🥺🥺🥺

Girl, this is beautiful! And so somber and heartbreaking. His youth and innocent and his still round cheeks and he's just- broken

Waaaahh

[kikker-oma]

Hey, Oma!! *squeezes you with hugs* ❤️❤️❤️🫂🫂🫂🫂

How are you!!!?

PLINK!!*SQUUUEEEEEZE* Hello my dear❤️❤️

Im good! I'm halfway done making my Fan Joy July list☺️ it's taking so much longer to read through all these stories than I thought, but it's been so much fun! I need to finish my list by the end of the month tho so I can start drawing, cus it's definitely gonna be quite the undertaking for me😬

How are you?? You're in school right? How's that?

[kikker-oma]

Hi friend

checking in, how are you doing?

Did you drink water? did you eat? Did you sleep?

and most importantly…

Did you BLINK

(^ really thought I did something funny there 🥲)

LOL hello Blare my lovely!!

I'm doing good! I had a coupon for a free omelette from a breakfast restaurant and I used it today and it was SOOO GOOOOD. like, it was one of those decked out omelettes that you dream about, and it came with a HUGE PANCAKE🥰🥰

It's my day off so I did sleep extra and oh man, I've blinked SO many times haha😂

How are you? Have YOU blinked and eaten and slept?? Drink some water now, I dare you

[kikker-oma]

🥹🥹

The crisp, cool air and bright sun heralded the death of winter, a welcome reprieve from snowy patrols and freezing in metal armor. Abel enjoyed winter, honestly - snow brought a beauty and silence to the world that he rarely experienced, and both he and Tilieth could get lost staring out at the white expanse until they were both dragged indoors by her parents because they were shivering. Nevertheless, spring brought new life to the world, and it was Tilieth’s favorite season, so Abel liked it too.

Most importantly, though, the eve of springtime was when Abel was given a break so he could return home.

Breathing in the scent of flowers, Abel guided his horse from the Dueling Peaks Stable, feeling his heart swell with excitement as he headed towards the fort. He hadn’t been home in nearly six months, and he couldn’t wait to see his family. He glanced to his right to see wild horses grazing in the distance, giving him comfort and making him smile. This area was the most beautiful in Hyrule, in his opinion. He remembered when he was first stationed near Hateno Village, and he thanked Hylia every day for that blessing.

Movement up ahead caught his attention, and the knight squinted as he saw someone riding his way at a full canter. Abel moved his steed towards the right side of the road to make way, senses alert for trouble, when he recognized the white spotted mare and his heart sped up in eager anticipation.

Tilieth’s smile was as bright as the sun, but the way she held herself was strange. She slowed her horse’s pace, one hand hidden under a cloak that she had tightly wrapped around her while the other guided the reins. Her light blonde curly hair was in its usual half up style, frizzy but carefree in the breeze. Abel sped up to cover the distance, and within seconds the two were side beside and in each other’s arms.

“What are you doing out here?” Abel asked as Tilieth giggled in his embrace. He didn’t let her go, he couldn’t, not after being away from her for so long, but something felt strange. Tilieth seemed in high spirits, but he didn’t like how he picked up on a change in atmosphere. Was it simply because it had been six months? What was wrong?

Tilieth looked up at him, face radiant, eyes sparkling with anticipation and tears. She kissed him first and foremost, and he returned it in full, enjoying the texture of her lips, the smell of her skin, the way his body melted under her touch, the way he felt safe and loved. Whatever was different, surely it couldn’t be so bad.

When his wife finally pulled away, she gave him one last kiss on the tip of his nose, giggling. “Oh, honey, it’s so good to see you.”

“I missed you,” Abel admitted with a soft sigh, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before continuing with his earlier questioning. “But how did you know I’d be here today? What are you doing out here?”

“I spent yesterday planning out your route,” Tilieth answered with a little shrug. “You’re pretty predictable, you know, once I knew where you’d last been stationed based on your letters.”

Abel chuckled. He supposed he was predictable. His wife certainly wasn’t, though - he hadn’t expected her to meet him at the fort rather than waiting in the village.

“I just couldn’t wait to tell you!” Tilieth continued, squeezing him tightly as their horses waited patiently alongside each other.

“Tell me what?” Abel asked good naturedly, nuzzling her with his cheek.

“Oh, honey,” Tilieth gasped, pulling away, too excited to contain herself. “I’m—here, look!”

Abruptly, his wife reached forward to grab his hand, pushing her cloak off one shoulder to reveal her clothes underneath a little more. Abel wondered if perhaps she’d made something new, knowing she enjoyed to sew, when he noticed that her body shape was different.

Her abdomen was…

Tilieth guided his hand towards her belly, letting it rest there. Abel froze up entirely, his mind very quickly coming to the conclusion she was hinting at.

The little movement underneath his touch confirmed it.

“You—you’re—” He couldn’t even finish the statement, brain stopping short of the words, entire being reeling at the realization. Then the anxiety immediately hit. “You shouldn’t be riding, Til, what if—we need to get you home, and—”

Tilieth laughed outright now, kissing him again to silence his worried words. “I just had to see you, Abel! But come on, we can go home together.”

Abel stared at her, worries and happiness and relief and terror mixing together to the point that he didn’t even know what to say. So he just held her again, never wanting to let go, never wanting this moment to end, never wanting to get over the realization that he was a father now.

I’m a father.

What did—how could he be—what was he going to—the baby—there was a baby.

Tilieth was pregnant.

Abel laughed. He laughed until he cried, he held Tilieth as he trembled, and she rubbed his back lovingly, and he didn’t know what to say or do but by the goddess he would do everything he could for his wife and child. He would. He promised.

The couple moved side by side on their horses, the sun bright, spring in the air, new life all around them, and despite the silence that hung between them for the moment, their eyes spoke far more than any word in any language ever could.

And for one, beautiful moment, everything was perfect.

[kikker-oma]

(content warning: heavy angst, SI, despair, and some body horror) Link felt sick.

He’d done it. He’d found one of their graves. He knew if he lingered here too long it would give his position away. He knew if Ganondorf took control at any point from here on out, he’d find out his daughter could be found, could be resurrected and controlled like Link was.

It was an accident. He had been looking for sword shards and had stumbled upon this place, nondescript as it was. Hemisi had never been one for flair, unlike her father.

He couldn’t do this. He refused to let his beloved be corrupted like he’d been. Link would rather die a thousand deaths, would rather burn in the magma of Death Mountain, than let Hemisi feel the agony and torture he felt when Ganondorf used his dark powers to bend his will.

Death Mountain. Death Mountain.

A thought crept into his head, dark, twisted, sickening and horrifying but efficient. It came from his heart, a desperate desire encased in love and fear, sharpened into clarity by his crumbling mind.

With trembling hands, Link picked up the urn. Gerudo more often than not burned their dead. The desert was not a forgiving place in general, and bodies rotted quickly. It was the quickest and cleanest way to lay them to rest. Link wasn’t sure Ganondorf could work with just ashes, but considering he’d managed to resurrect Link from likely dust—given how long it had been, he was surprised there had been much left of him—he wouldn’t put it past him.

Link walked for a long time. There was no way he could teleport with the gloom - it would give everything away. He ducked around canyons, hid behind monster camps; he knew the layout of a majority of the Depths like the back of his hand by now. He certainly knew this area.

In the distance it was brighter. Crimson glowed, a dichotomy of innocence and foreboding in comparison to the purple dim glow of the gloom everywhere. Link made his way towards it, feeling the air growing stiflingly hot. He didn’t have any elixirs to protect himself. He didn’t care.

The lava’s heat made the air swim. Link was already sweating, his footing growing unsteady as his lungs screamed in protest. He felt like he could breathe fire at this point. He still didn’t care.

This is the only way. He can’t resurrect what no longer exists.

May Hylia forgive me. May Hemisi forgive me.

I’m so sorry.

Link was close now. The lava was beginning to make the area unbearable. He nearly dropped the urn with as much his hands sweat and shook. He grimaced as a fiery wind tore through him, his skin blistering, his nerves crying for relief, his mind screaming to accomplish his goal before it was too late, his heart begging to join his beloved in this fate.

He was close enough now. Flames licked at his feet, snapping hungrily at his clothes. He took a breath.

He threw the urn into the fire.

The old clay shattered immediately, and the precious ashes it contained couldn’t even be seen in the lava’s voracious hunger. Every last piece of Hemisi disappeared in a heartbeat, as if her memory being erased were simply an afterthought.

Link threw up.

The force of it made him fall to his knees. His head was spinning, and the dirt here was more hot coals than soil. He didn’t have it in him to scream, even though every fiber of his being was doing so. The rancid smell of bile was only compounded and worsened by its cooking in the heat, and Link heaved again.

A scream finally did tear out of his throat as his hands started to smoke.

Leaping to his feet out of instinct, he tried to scramble back, but he wanted to move forward.

To hell with the sword shards, to hell with Hyrule and Ganondorf’s plans for it, he wanted to go home, he wanted to see her—

He was so tired. He was so lonely.

Link stumbled ahead, tears dried before they could ever leave his eyes. The lava was so close, it wouldn’t take much longer before he—

A hand gripped his wrist, cold and clammy, a blessed relief to his skin, but his mind screamed. Link gasped, trying to run, when another hand grabbed his other wrist, and then his body froze up. Cold, dark energy snaked around him from head to toe, except on his forehead, which burned. Link felt his breath stop, his muscles seize, and then, with agonizing effort in each move, he slowly turned away from the magma. A gloom spawn was directly in front of him, easing him away as he walked with it, his mind and heart screaming and flailing and kicking despite his body placidly going along with the beast. The sword shards were warm in his pouch, a comforting kindling fire in an ice cold abyss, and he almost felt himself hesitate despite Ganondorf’s control.

But no. It wasn’t enough.

His head exploded with pain as he fought the puppeteer, as he tried to break free, but he couldn’t. He never could. Unconsciousness was pulling fast, but he’d lose control entirely if he gave in.

Just do it, his mind whispered. Just let him win. What difference does it make now? He can’t hurt her.

Link was so tired.

Just give in. Let him guide you, go along with it. Let him take care of you.

Link was so lonely.

Let him love you.

He couldn’t stop himself from getting sick again, dark control or not. But since his body was no longer his own, he continued to walk, though his steps stumbled to a halt as he vomited. Gloom spread under his feet, easing the burning from earlier, and Link was pulled under.

When the darkness faded, he was back in the Center, the focal point of all the dark energy, and he heard footsteps rushing towards him. The world was spinning so dizzyingly he could get sick again, but miraculously he didn’t - either that or he just had nothing left in him.

The icy puppet strings that infected his muscles receded, leaving him with a pounding headache and body wide shivers. His knees buckled just as Ganondorf reached him, catching him.

“Link, what were you thinking?!” his fa—abuser demanded, voice shaking. “Why were you over there?”

He’d been playing his role so well. He’d been distracting Ganondorf, helping him in smaller ways, gaining his trust. He didn’t want to do it anymore. He just wanted to die.

“I’m tired,” he whimpered, the tears beginning to fall.

Ganondorf held the boy with trembling arms, but his grip tightened as Link fell apart. The child had no more words to say, only convulsing with full body sobs as Ganondorf gently picked him up to support him better. Link gripped his tunic, quickly soaking it with tears, and the demon king found himself at a loss of what to do.

The image of the boy laying in his arms, bleeding and crying and dying flashed through his mind, and he held him tighter, swaying back and forth.

Ganondorf didn’t understand what had happened. Link had been fine, hadn’t he?

His cries clearly indicated otherwise.

He felt his anger start to swell, an automatic response as his heart screamed, as he felt it race in terror at what had almost just happened. He didn’t like feeling afraid and out of control like this, so desperate to try and fix something that he couldn’t just fix. He bit back a snappish rebuke, channeling his anger into energy as he started to walk around the chamber, holding Link close, so close, he’d almost lost his boy—

For once, he didn’t know what to do.

This was why he had placed his magic in the boy. This right here. Because he’d done this before, this was how he’d died before! He’d sacrificed his life to save that pathetic excuse for a king! Why did the child think he could just throw his life away like this?! Did he not realize how important he was?

Ganondorf again found himself fighting his anger. It wasn’t particularly easy, as he usually just let it out, but years of parenting had taught him some self control.

This place was taking a toll on the boy. He needed to fix that, to help him. He channeled his rage into power, reaching up above into the Surface, feeling the swell of the Blood Moon like a high tide pushing on to land. Gloom gathered around the pair, and he made it take them above.

The air was suffocating a moment as they moved, and then it cleared substantially. A breeze blew, cooling the Gerudo’s hot cheeks, and he took a steadying breath. The smell of cherry blossoms and sweet honeysuckle saturated his nose, too unfamiliar to be comforting but pleasant enough. But for Link, it would mean the world. He’d taken them as close to Kakariko as he could manage. He hoped it was enough.

Link’s sobs hitched and paused as he felt the change in atmosphere, and he peeked his puffy eyes out from the folds of his guardian’s tunic. Ganondorf swept a hand up and down his back as he gazed around in wonder and confusion, a glimmering hope shining in his eyes for a moment.

When he looked upward, red eyes matching the moon perfectly, his face fell.

“W-what—what are you doing?” he asked shakily, eyebrows pulling together in worry. “Stop it, you’re going to hurt everyone—”

“My power is slowly growing. This is not hurting anyone.” Ganondorf assured the boy. “When the time comes we’ll take what is ours.”

Link wiggled feebly in his grip. “No, why can’t you just—stop—”

Ganondorf frowned, tightening his hold. “We had nothing but the harsh sun and winds, while Rauru sat on every resource this bountiful land had to offer. The only way he offered aid was through a vow of fealty, yet he did not have the strength or impetus to rule. Everything about Hyrule is a disgrace - a people who think peace is a more palatable option to the point of laziness and stagnation, an over bloated land full of weak fools! I am a true king, Link, and I will rule this land properly. Nothing will stop that.”

Link’s energy drained out of him, and Ganondorf brushed some hair out of his face. “You’ll see, child. When it’s all over, you’ll see how much better it is. Just trust me.”

Link closed his eyes, crying once more. “Let me go.”

“Link—”

“Let me go.”

“No,” Ganondorf said firmly, placing a hand on the boy’s cheek, demanding his attention. “You’re my boy. Your life isn’t a waste, you’re not destined to be cast aside and forgotten. You’re a prince, and I am never letting you go.”

Link watched him, some kind of yearning and desperation fighting the dull look in his eyes, those eyes that used to be so bright with fire and determination, that used to reflect the blood moon beautifully. Ganondorf felt his heart break a little at the sight of it, and his hand shifted to behind the teenager’s head, pulling him forward so he could kiss his forehead. The magic he’d imbued there was a promise of protection, and he would ensure this boy was safe, even from himself. Link trembled under his hold, and he heard him sniffle.

Sighing, he let the boy sink into his embrace once more. “I love you, Link.”

The young boy’s cries carried on the wind, filling the blood stained land. The demon king swayed back and forth, soothing him with gentle hushes. And in the distance, a Hero perked up at the sound of crying, pausing from his meal and grabbing his gear to investigate.

[kikker-oma]

A Brother's Support

[kikker-oma]

Healthcare Quotes!

(dark humor)

Four: My patient really needs a liver transplant. I want tonight to be the night he gets it. Legend: What’s your blood type? Four, rolling his eyes: Not my liver. I want to see him recover and all! Sky: That would be the fastest way to procure it, though. The ultimate sacrifice for your patient. Truly being a patient advocate. Legend: Let us know when you off yourself and we’ll give it like six minutes so you can be properly brain dead and all. Four, huffing: How about Warriors? He’s strong, healthy— Sky: Nah, he drinks too much, you don’t want his liver. Wars: >:O I DO NOT Legend: *wheezing*

…

Mo: *coughing* Hyrule: You good? Mo: I’m dying Aurora: None of that crap until the shift is over, we’ve had enough call outs tonight! Mo, sadly: Aw man

…

Warriors: *exiting a patient’s room laughing* Legend: What’s so funny? Wars: This dude has the absolute best insults ever. Legend: Who was he insulting? Wars: Me, because he didn’t get his water fast enough, but man was it amazing. Legend, interested now: So what did he call you?? Warriors, smirking evilly: You’ll never know. Legend: Wha—YOU CANT LEAD ME ON AND THEN LEAVE ME HANGING LIKE THAT

…

Twilight, staring into the void: Ilia: What’s wrong? Twi: The girl in 15 said I couldn’t play with her ponies because I wasn’t cool enough. Ilia, biting back laughter: That’s rough, buddy

…

Wild: This one teenager I was transporting to MRI said I was so bad at directions I couldn't find my way out of a paper bag. Twilight: She ain’t wrong. Wind: Did you say anything back? Wild: I said “Actually I can, animal control tried to use a bag to catch me and I found my way out of it just fine.” Twi, sighing: I can believe it

…

Time, stopping a surgical resident from doing something: That is what we call an artery. When I said don’t kill the patient, I meant don’t kill the patient. Since you were about to cut the artery, I think we need a lesson really quickly on what does and does not kill a patient. Time: For example. Bleeding to death leads to dying. I know this might be hard for you to understand but— Malon: *narrows eyes, raises eyebrow* Time:…But I understand you’re still learning.

…

Fable: Yeah, so she was supposed to get a mini-MVR, they perfed her LV, then they fixed that and her papillary muscles tore, then they tried to fix that and she got a VSD, so they just put her on ECMO and balloon pump and shipped her to us. Wild: What does—what?? Time: Her heart woke up and chose violence. Or her surgeon did, I’m not sure which.

[kikker-oma]

hey so uhhhh I was DragonLoreRanger but then my account got deleted cuz thats apparently what happens when you get a new phone😃

Hello again and I love your idea for July!

Ooh nooooo I'm so sorry😭😭😭 that's so sad, I hope you're eventually able to log back in!

Though your new username is super cute hehe

Besides losing your Tumblr account(and hopefully nothing else), congrats on the new phone and welcome back! I'm glad you like my Fan Joy July idea hehe. I'm already starting to draw some fics!

[kikker-oma]

Here’s a list of prompts I’m using for my silly little whump writing:

Can’t tell apart friend from foe

Unconventional restraints

Persistent fever

Presumed dead

Adrenaline crash

Manhandling

Rope burns

You weren’t supposed to get hurt

Guilt

Accidentally left behind

touch starved, ough….

Alone surrounded by others

Survivor’s Guilt

Sleep deprived

I might add more words as I think of more ideas, but if you wanna write or draw whump just like me, you’re free to borrow these prompts and do your own thing :) thought I’d share for that reason!