#broken hands au

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

afton'd reader sets a man up to be straight up point blank Murdered and honestly, good for them, wish i could do that when someone flirts with me when im working smh

(i say that like i've been flirted with more than maybe two times in four years of customer service type shit)

[clownsuu]

Yknow- iv been asked a lot for a while if it’s possible to leave Wally’s mob family-

there’s only one way to truly leave smhh

cw death

✌️

[pinktrashgoblin]

friendly reminder that flowers do, indeed, have teeth

And yes. They’re ALL sharp.

they basically have mouths full of tiny razors.

also lots of bacteria and plant toxins n shit. So getting bitten by one would be like rubbing poison ivy on yourself. The more you know!!😁😁

[absurdumsid]

If you still taking requests can I have some error x nightmare?

ABSOLUTELY !! errormare cant kiss ? errormare cant hold hands ? NO, I. WILL ! MAKE !! IT !!! WORK !!!!

Error! Sans belongs to CrayonQueen/LoverofPiggies

Corrupted! Nightmare belongs to jokublog

[wampabampa]

WAMPA HIII WAMPA DO YOU HAVE ANY ART OF MOB CHEDDAR 😼😼😼😼

HI TECH HI HELLO

Yes I do but it’s only one singular doodle thing cause I haven’t gotten around to doing a full ref

She is so so stinky ♥️♥️ so stinky she’s made to sleep in the cellar ♥️♥️

Uhh mob cheddar lore is that when Wally/home first kinda “blocked” her previous memories out he kinda muddled a bit to much so she’s mad forgetful😔hence why she was tagged so if she got lost they could at least find her tag

In the mob she works as a guard and also is the reason they have a “beware of mouse” sign out front (she’s a little unhinged, just a little bit!). When she’s not in the cellar she roams the perimeters of the hideout? Bar? Da club house? Anyways she roams outside primarily in the alleys to scare or finish anyone off that tries sneaking in! She’s useful in that manner

Because of her job she doesn’t rlly like, bother cleaning herself much. Obviously she’ll do an occasional grooming but is fine with sitting in her own filth as long as that means the family is safe and sound! Even though everyone covers their nose when she walks by

[factorialsotherfandoms]

It is late when Missa returns home. Philza is half-awake, determined to stay up but exhausted from the day. He tries to call out that there is food still on the side for his husband, but the laughed reply implies it came out of garbled nonsense instead. He listens to Missa shuffling around the house, getting ready for bed, and has little to do to prepare himself for sleep.

Maybe five or ten minutes pass before Missa slips into bed. Philza reaches up and takes his hand, twining their fingers together.

Or he would, but something is wrong.

The bones of Missa's hand are jagged and uneven, sharp and he can feel coarse string around them.

All sleep fleeing, Philza shoots up. He does not bother faffing about with the lamp, instead grabbing a torch from beside him. Quickly it is lit and on the wall.

"Phil? What's wrong?"

Missa's head is tilted to the side in genuine confusion.

Philza looks down at their hands, still intertwined. It is worse than he had thought; two of the joints are missing entirely, while the other bones are crooked and splintered. Even the bones of Missa's palm are broken, snapped in half and seemingly hurriedly tied together. The carpals are mostly intact, at least, one with a massive crack running through it but structurally sound.

"Missa," Philza whines ever so slightly on the name. "What happened?"

"It's nothing! It's nothing!" Missa waves his free hand about. "Roier will fix it in the morning, yes? You sleep."

"You hand is broken, Missa, I'm not just leaving that," Philza runs his fingers over the breaks, assessing them. "Doesn't it hurt?"

"Feels funny, but I don't have, um, nervios. In my hand. It cannot hurt."

Philza thinks the tone is supposed to be reassuring, as is the news. It absolutely is anything but - who knows how bad the damage could possibly be, if Missa no longer had nerves to feel it?

"Sit there," Philza squeezes the hand, then Missa's shoulder. "Do you have the missing pieces? We can sort this out tonight. I'm not leaving you with a broken hand overnight."

"Are you sure it's not-? I just dropped a block, it doesn't hurt, it's okay!"

A little too tired to work out if Missa is starting to panic or not, Philza shuts him up with a forehead kiss. Seeing the blush turn his husband into a stuttering mess, he squeezes his shoulder again, "I'm not going to sleep if I know you're hurt. What do you need?"

"... Bone soup?"

Missa looks a little hopeful at the question. Philza, knowing some from Chayanne is still warm on the stove, smiles, "bone soup, bandages, tape, and you are taking a health potion after."

When Missa tries to object, Philza puts a finger on his lips and raises an eyebrow. Once he is sure the message is received he removes it, before darting off to find everything.

Nothing is difficult to find - Philza makes sure emergency supplies are always to hand - but it is still in the bunker. One of their many first aid kits is tucked under his usual chair - he grabs it, and also a roll of reinforced tape kept atop the pile of chests for when furniture inevitably breaks. Considering Missa's fingers like furniture is an awful thing, but Philza does not trust anyone in the family to ever keep still.

Quietly, making sure not to wake his children, he then slips into the kitchen. Sure enough, Missa had missed the food left out for him - Philza quickly plates it up, turns off the stove, and leaves cleaning the pans for the morning.

With a whispered "good night Chayanne, good night Tallulah", he heads back upstairs and to his shared bed. Missa is still exactly where he was left, looking only slightly nervous.

"Chayanne left it out for you."

Philza passes the soup to Missa's good hand, and puts the other supplies on the bed, before dragging himself over.

"He is a good child," Missa agrees.

Philza's smile is his agreement, though it falls into a frown as he remembers why he is awake. "You eat and explain, I'll sort this out. Do you just need them stabalised, or is there anything else I should do?"

Missa shakes his head, balancing the soup on his lap while he digs the missing bones from his pocket, "you don't need to! But, the magic will fix it in a few days."

"And with a potion?"

"It doesn't hurt?"

Philza tries not to scream at how just because there isn't pain doesn't mean this isn't serious. Like the adult he is he takes a deep breath, and nods, "I'll be gentle."

"I won't feel it if you aren't."

He will be anyway.

As Missa describes working on his theme park - the cause of the injury is simple enough, Missa having simply slipped and dropped one of the iron support beams over, landing on the hand he caught himself with - Philza gets to work. He tests the tape on his own skin - uncomfortable, but not painful either to leave there or remove - before applying it to Missa's bones.

First, he tapes over where bones are simply cracked, hopefully preventing things from getting worse. Then, he starts undoing the ties Missa had clearly made one handed, and without aligning things first.

As he cracks a piece of splintered bone back into place, Missa yelps. Philza immediately stops, checking on him.

"It's okay, it's okay," Missa waves the spoon this time. "Doesn't hurt, just the noise."

Philza doesn't quite believe him, but nods anyway, "definitely sounds worse without flesh to muffle it. Am I good to continue?"

Missa looks a little surprised to be asked, but nods. "It's good soup. I'll try be awake to thank Chayanne."

"If he manages to wake up," Philza tries to joke, but his focus on the bones is intense. A small chip is missing from one, seemingly having slipped out of the tie. It really is only a tiny chip, but he pours a little of the splash potion directly on that break before taping it up. He doesn't know if it will help, but he'd rather try than not.

Reattaching the two joints that had been entirely removed proves both easiest and hardest. He has to line everything up correctly - at one point he borrows Missa's other hand to compare - but once that is done the magic tethers them into place. The connections are still much weaker than the ones between the other bones in Missa's bands, but it is enough to hold them still and in place.

Philza tapes them both in place, just to be sure.

Then, he glances up. Missa is done with the soup and now watching him, the bowl set aside. Seeing that there is no longer a threat of burns, and finding no more injuries, Philza brings up Missa's hand, and kisses one of the breaks.

Immediately Missa pulls his hand away, eyes blinking rapidly, "Philza! What are you doing?"

"Kissing them better."

"Oh..." there's a pause before Missa offers back his hand, shyly this time. "This is so much, too much, you don't need to. This is enough."

"Do you want me to stop?" Philza asks, voice dropping quieter.

"... No."

Missa's reply is but a whisper hidden in a blush.

Carefully, Philza kisses each of the other injuries in turn, before taking the potion. He pours the rest of it over Missa's hand, catching the excess on a bandage he then wraps it with.

And then, wraps a dry bandage around, cushioning the fragile bones from any further knocks.

"There," he says. "All safe, now. I'll change the bandages in the morning and see how its doing."

Missa leans forward, resting his forehead on Philza's shoulder, "I don't deserve you."

Philza reaches up and holds him, "there's nobody I'd rather raise my children with."

Missa doesn't reply, but Philza can hear the doubt in the silence, and remembers the mutterings of 'clumsy, idiot, stupid' he sees on the translator from time to time. He holds his husband a little tighter and says, "why don't we get some sleep?"

There's a hesitation before Missa nods.

"... Do you want me to tell you a story instead?" It's half a joke, but Philza is perfectly willing. Without waiting for an answer he begins. "Back in the days of the Empire, there was a dragon who lived on the moon..."

[cranberrytea451]

Uh oh

*insert obligatory Jo Jo reference here*

I worked on this last night when I couldn’t sleep lol

Playdate Part 2 @lazyasyoucansee

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/lazyasyoucansee/717814999222992896/cross-likes-pat-pats-on-the-head-dust-enjoys

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

btw do you have any designs for the. ghosts

That I do.

[a-yaos-little-murder-beans]

Sudden realisation that Jiggy wasn't my first little guy in gold with a silly hat. It was Moist von Lipwig.

But now I have two guys in gold with a silly hat.

[anyoldfandom]

The problem with starting to think about the Pack more is the fact that now I want to grab Skalamander the same way I grabbed Bobo like. My house now. I want to use your character potential.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Afton Virus’d Y/N AU: Inciting Incident !

(don’t worry tho they’re ok they’re just murdering ppl now 😌)

(Alternative take on how the blood could’ve looked and a fun fact abt the au below!)

Fun fact, in the very first original babies-first-au-concept of this AU, reader’s ‘inciting incident’ (aka what would’ve started them on the path of Violencing) was finding an old spring lock suit while clearing out some storage! They found a piece of the instructions on how to operate the suit, got curious, tried it on, and got spring’d! Ain’t that just the worst. They survive, but are now traumatized and covered in grisly scars, and FazCo, being completely and utterly unable to read the room, is like ‘heyyyy so we know u almost died but uh. What if we fire u and make u sign an NDA buuuut u get a nice check out of it <3’ and reader is like wtf no????? Ur gonna promote me and let me stay here or im telling everyone and FazCo is like ‘Jesus fine be like that’ AND THATS HOW IT STARTS IG LMAO

(Also, yes, reader’s hands were destroyed by this machine (no idk what it is exactly sorry lmao) bc they thought it was off when in reality the light that’s supposed to indicate when it’s on was busted or burnt out lol rip)

[darlingpwease]

modern au, where CHU WANNING, who often heard stories like 'person A talks to an animal but person B thinks kind words are said for them' and always found this very embarrassing, especially imagining that it would happen to him.

therefore, when he comes back from work with his students and just breaks down emotionally, sitting somewhere on the grass in the park or leaning on a tree with his back, with his eyes closed, wishing for a simple ordinary desire to stop feeling so fucked up every day, he does not even react when he hears a slightly familiar, affectionate and playful voice that someone gently addresses and talks, clearly praising.

perhaps that's why when he finally turns around, wanting to see who is behaving so lovingly with their pet, he stumbles upon your face looking straight at him with a hint of teasing, and it dawns on him that all these words were said in relation to him — and he instantly does some kind of 'a stupid thing that he remembers for years' like the fact that he completely slips to the ground or stumbles over something and flies down from shock.

[pinktrashgoblin]

“The past is a funny thing, isn’t it?”

random idea I got in the middle of the night, wanted to practice my painting style!

so yeah, snake man is getting a lot of love lmao

[dostyaak]

Is there an AU where everything in YTTD is the same, but instead of Kai dying in the first Main Game Sou dies?

[ani-and-the-corries-au]

Random au thought.

So I briefly mentioned Ani's smuggling in an earlier post, and because I love it I've decided that I need to elaborate.

It starts when he discovers that the only thing that the Corries (and most of the GAR) have ever eaten is ration bars and weird nutrient supplements. He has feelings about this of course.

And those feelings result in him smuggling in a couple of pretty much any snack he can get his hands on during visits, something that increases when he discovers just how little food that they actually have.

Around the time he discovers that they also have some severe shortages in other areas as well, he ends up subtilty recruiting the handful of senators who are working to improve clone rights in the Republic into his plotting because. "Negotiations with the masters are a lost cause, trust me. if you really wanna help you have to find more subtle ways."

With their help they also manage to add extra medical supplies and sometime new equipment almost entirely under the table.

The Corries are all deeply confused as to how it is that a 10 year old pulled this off.

It actually wasn't that difficult, mostly because Senator Amidala is weak for Anakin's puppy eyes and she still feels guilty about what happened with his little outburst after he found out about the slave army.

[nerosdayinanime]

crippling need to draw this image i have of sabigiyuu pressed back to front, giyuu holding onto the arm thats hand is splayed over his stomach/ribs, easily leaning his head back onto sabito's shoulder, his soft barely-there hold on giyuu's neck with their cheeks gently pressed together