#cw missing limb

[jester-privilege]

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Android Stone comic! I ended up not colouring this one because... it took me so long as it did, lmao.

[foxsoulart]

Blorbo for Mystic Summons au, takes place after Leo loses his arm.

Leo opened his eyes, half-lidded and drowsy still. The world spun in a kaleidescope of blurred colors and shapes. He scrunched his eyes shut, tensed, and willed it to go away. It did. Gradually. Once the spinning and subsequent nausau stopped, Leo reopened his eyes and settled into his body. The crinkle of sheets under him and the shift of a blanket when he moved told him he was in a bed. Not his though if the scent and color choice said anything. Which it didn't literally but still.

The dimmed lighting either meant it was night or someone was worried about waking him.

Tilting his head to look on either side of him felt like a momentous task. Muscles aching in tandem with his brain fog. Geez, what did I do before this? Run a marathon or six? I am so tired.

To his left was the rest of the room. Which if his eyes would focus he could tell what that was, but alas, it wasn't meant to be.

To the right was the door. And a slumbering figure in a chair that looked like it was dragged in from another room. Because, wow, that does not match the decor in here that I can see at all. I hope it is not normally in here. Otherwise I'm gonna need to have a talk with somebody.

After straining to pick out details with his still unfocused eyes for far too long, Leo gave up and closed his eyes with a sigh. Letting his head flop back onto the pillow with a thump. The motion jolted awake the guy in the, absolutely hideous, chair.

A grey sweatshirt over baggy worn blue jeans, long black hair pulled in a messy half pony, and startingly blue eyes.

Ah, I know this guy. Casey.

"Still a walking self-care disaster." Leo mumbled outloud, potentionaly unintentional.

Casey heard but elected to ignore that comment. He instead slipped around the end of the bed and checked Leo's pulse using his left wrist. Comparing and counting with a watch he was wearing.

The yokai scrunched his brow in confusion.

"Dude, you could have just done that with my right. Less work."

He lifted his right to wave it around to prove his point. Or tried to anyway.

He was met with the sensation of.....nothing. He felt his shoulder move, but nothing after that. Feeling just.....ended. Leo's beak twisted in further confusion, his mind on the brink, the precipice of remembering something important, of clearing his fuzzy head.

Casey was saying something but Leo wasn't paying attention, too preoccupied with the mystery of why his right arm wasn't responding. He turned his head and lifted it to see better, ignoring his body's aching protests. What he saw...was nothing. A small bit swathed in white bandages extended a little past his shoulder. But that was it. His arm just ended. It wasn't there.

What. Why isn't...

Then the brain fog cleared and let the memories come crashing back in.

The glint of metal, the all consuming burning pain, a horned face cruel and cold.

Horrible re-realization and panic pulled him into a sitting position, lurching up. His left arm held onto his shoulder, feeling the absence of that arm. He hunched forward, eyes blown wide, pupils pinpricks, his breathing shook and convulsed in his chest. Tears fell unbidden. He leaned forward pulling his knees up to grind his forhead on. His whole body tensed, fingers and toes curling in, then released inone long shuddering breath.

"I'm never going to see a triceratops the same again, am I?"

".....No." Casey said, remorseful. The experience had already been ruined for him, but it must be 10x worse for Leo and his brothers.

".....Cool." It wasn't. "My favorite was brachiosaurus anyway." Leo tried to joke. Emphasis on tried.

He really needed a better coping mechanism. But laughter was supposed to be the best medicine right? Too bad his laughter died deep in his chest. And dang, the tears just wouldn't stop. No matter how hard he tried. So he dropped his resistance and let them flow. He just lost his entire freaking arm, facade be damned.

This felt better that holding it back anyway.

Leo was a quiet cryer, quieter that even Donnie(who wasn't as quiet as he thought himself) He didn't sob loudly, it was just silent anguish. Over time his brothers figured this out and learned how to tell. Leo would say he preffered to cry alone if it wasn't a lie, he absolutely hated it. It was just so hard to take that first step. Once he started, moving anywhere by himself was out of the question; he just couldn't.

Leo had curled further into himself. The solitary arm hugging his knees to his chest had him crying harder.

Now a Leo from another time might be thinking himself selfish for crying over his arm before making sure his brothers were okay; but those same brothers had drilled into his brain (and their own) that if no one was dying right that second, to take care of himself first. They were all still working on that, but they were working on it.

Casey was panicing.

"Um, it's okay. I'll uh I'll go get your brothers? Would that help?" I have no idea what I'm doing.

Every action was faltering, not sure what would help or make it worse. He moved toward the door, deciding to find someone else who would know what to do, at least more than he did.

Leo noticed Casey leaving and was clutched by fear, he hated crying alone.

"Don't leave!" was choked out past his tears in desperation.

The utter and absolute panic in the slider's eyes told Casey that the best course of action would be to stay. So he did. His hand lifting off the doorknob to hang awkwardly at his side. Casey came back around to sit back down in the chair Leo had first seen him in.

"I won't." He promised.

Leo sagged in relief. Silence only broken by shuddering breathes settled over the room. Surprisingly the atmosphere was not negative.

Casey was still uncertain if he should be doing something more, so he fidgeted nervously. Carefully studying Leo when he sat back up, wiping away his remaining tears with his remaining hand, sniffling.

"Do you....um.....do you want a hug?"

For Casey a hug always made him feel better after crying.

Leo looked surprised by the offer but recovered quickly, smiling softly and shy. "Sure, I'd love one."

Casey stood and leaned over, wrapping his arms around Leo. He gave his best, most comforting hug he could, mindful of Leo's injuries.

It reminded Leo of Raph's hugs. Of a big brother. Of warmth and safety. It wasn't nearly as crushing and all-encompassing, but it was still absolutely amazing and exactly what he needed.

[sleidog]

felt like runa needed a comprehensive guide to his visuals across the board, from sapling to his more known/recent mordrem self form 1: sapling! this is how he spent a good few decades of his life, his eye motif are only markings, much like an aspen tree form 2: the big oopsie that happens shortly after the first time he heard mordremoth's voice, he's horribly burnt and most of his left arm crumbles off, along with some of his hip, this makes his ability to stand evenly difficult form 3: taken in fully by mordremoth, his body is imbued with a huge amount of regenerative power and having access to better nutrients and abundant dragon magic has his body repair and overcompensate, ending up with this charcoal-like armour [his shift in colour is also caused through staining over the decades from the charcoal dust flaking off of him] this armour extends down his leg to strengthen it after the burning left him with an awkward stance/limp the 3rd form can drift back towards his original sapling look as well, but it's purely an illusion [it's as tangible as any other illusion from a powerful mesmer]

[spicy0pudding]

OC of mine, Ohm. He is pretty much a zombie but not really. Maniac and a fool. Was not happy that one experimenting surgeon cut his dick and balls off, and sold a few of his organs on the black market. 🌝 how dare,,,

[ungojirasapiente]

mysterious monsters have invaded Iceberg Isle and killed everyone... but Rocma won't give up that easily, she still needs to protect the only thing she has left, her daughter! ------ misteriosos monstruos han invadido Isla Iceberg y asesinado a todos... pero Rocma no se va a rendir tan fácil, ella todavía tiene que proteger la ultima cosa que le queda, su hija! --- Ice Scream (and Rocma and Mafuyu) by Funamusea

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Oh definitely. This guy barely reacted or tried to do anything about his arm being torn off and covered in blood, and calmly said he was “completely fine” even when Nightmare was asking if he was okay.

I think something a lot of other people can relate to is the way that you get so conditioned to discomfort that you stop registering it.

I remember sitting at the table with my family, eating dinner as a child. I’d try to eat, because of course I was hungry. But sometimes the flavor or texture was so repugnant that it moved into a category of Not Food.

“Two more bites before you can leave the table.”

“I can’t,” I’d say, trying to explain the impossibility.

But because I was a child they heard, “I won’t,” and made me sit at the table. I’d sit in dull agonized silence, bored and hungry for hours until bedtime when they’d give up. I’d hate myself for not eating and my parents for forcing me to sit there. The few forcefeeding moments ended in vomit.

They’d say, “If you don’t eat this you can’t eat a snack later,” and I moved past trying to communicate my discomfort into accepting that I’d just be hungry.

That state of affairs didn’t last, because my parents realized nothing could force me to eat so they catered to my palate, worrying they’d starve me. But the message stuck. If you can’t do anything about a situation, just accept the suffering.

A few years later my mother called me off the playground to ask, “Are you limping?”

I shrugged. My feet had hurt for a long time, but that was just the way things were now. My mom pulled my socks and shoes off and gasped. The soles of my feet were covered in huge painful planters warts.

“Why didn’t you say anything?!” She demanded but I could only shrug at her. I’d learned a long time ago that saying things about my discomfort didn’t matter, so now I had no words. Sometimes things hurt and sometimes they don’t. I simply accepted and did my best.

Now as an adult trying to learn to improve my own conditions can be hard. If I make food that I can’t eat I’ll force myself to sit at the counter still, full of guilt and self loathing, trying to will myself to eat it.

At first I needed my betrothed to gently take it away to present me with something I could eat. Now on my own I can usually admit that it’s not happening before too long and get something else, but I still feel guilty.

Laying in bed at night waiting for my betrothed to finish getting ready I let out a huge sigh of relief when they turned the lights off.

“Why didn’t you turn them off if they bothered you?” they asked the first time it happened.

“I didn’t even know it was bothering me until it was gone.”

Assessing my physical state now to see if I can improve it is something I’m still relearning but I’m relieved to finally have the space and support to do it.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

couldnt draw my thang for mid-autumn so treated myself to a calne redesign instead

[gr33nguys]

Met this little Harvestman the other day walking around on only six legs! He can still have a nice arachnid life, and hopefully it won't shorten his lifespan. You can see the remaining coxa of his missing far back right and second front left legs.

[overthattwilight]

So...I just wanted to draw something edgy and...well, I drew this

Haven't made any specific details, but the concept here is "Ingo was sucked into the internet, Emmet uploaded himself to the internet to find Ingo, eventually finds him but Ingo is corrupted by some computer virus"

So yeah, just angsty sci-fi submas. Ingo is now going to harm Emmet

Sorry if you thought I'd only make fluff

[asktheevilgeniusesson]

It was just supposed to be some normal briefing of how a fight went. How infinite had to report to the doctor they had been chased away and forced into retreat, again. How he failed. He didnt WANT to do this. Nor did he feel the need too, but if he didnt he’d get yelled at anyway, so he had no choice really.

As the jackal moved to make his presence known and step into the doctors workspace, door slamming shut behind him, he took a sharp breath and walked up twords ivo, who was already waiting for him and standing up, facing the jackal. Infinite took a deep breath as he stood infront of the tall man and gave a small salute, and cleared his throat.

“The hero’s drove us out again, Doctor robotnik. We did significant damage to the city you sent us too but they overwhelmed us. Despite the intense use of fire.. we lost about 300 Badniks from what i counted when we all regrouped..” infinite spoke up, his voice devote of any emotion as he explains, ears swerved back abit.

Ivo was silent. Infinite looked to the floor, expecting to get yelled at. And honestly spaced put to ignore whatever his ‘father’ would scream at him about. He was spaced out so easily that when the doctor was right infront of him, he had no clue until he was yoinked upwards by his arm with a startled yelp, he could hear the doctor yelling and shouting curses at him, but he couldnt focus on his incessant yelling when the grip and pull on his arm made it hurt and sting, he could hardly feel it with how strongly ivo gripped it. Causing the jackal to yelp and struggle, he couldnt help it, the pain as too much to dangle in silence about as he kicked around to get freed. Which only caused him to squeeze more and earn a cry from the poor dog. He lifted his free hand and with a loud bark, slashed his claws at the doctors face and connected as he heard skin rip off and lifted his claws. Teeth bore aggressively as his free hand drips with blood. A mean gash across the doctors face, narrowly avoiding his eyes. The two lock eyes. And before infinite can realize the amount of danger hes in, the other hand grabs his face and pulls. Before he can even register what happened, hes falling as hes slammed into the floor violently with blood splattering onto and from him. He slides on the floor. Just abit. And lays there on his side with heavy breaths. Loosing his mask in the fray of the chaos. And slowly his eyes turn to the arm that’d been grabbed. Why couldnt he…?

His.

His arm was gone. It wasnt there anymore. His eyes widened as the second he realized such a thing, the pain began flooding through his veins with a loud cry of pain. Broken-off bone jutting out from where it used to connect to the rest of the arm, blood and fur dangling from where the breakoff connected- it was gruesome and it sent the jackal into a howling fit of agony and crying. Clutching the nub of an arm he had left as he went hysterical in absolute pain. Writhing and crying like a pup as ivo grumbled, he didnt know where the doctor put his torn off limb as he was grabbed by the neck and dragged away in a howling fit of pain. The last thing he could remember through his hysteria was a needle jabbed into his skin and getting tired. Essentially put under anesthesia so he could stop screaming.

When he awoke next, he was in some rickety old hospital bed, his arms bandaged up rather.. crudely. Not even advanced robots knew how mobian anatomy worked that well. He was exhausted, body aching in pain and just wanting to go back to sleep. He assumed he wasnt getting a new arm until he behaved. He wss going to look ridiculous the next he faced those heros.. gaias above- how was he going to explain this to that fox? He was going to be pestering about it the entire time.. fuck. FUCK. The ruby couldnt help him here, it would just make an illusion for himself.

He laid there in pain. In regret. How would stone even react to this? He didnt know. He was so tired. He wanted the dad that actually wouldnt hurt him. Or just to sleep. He wanted dad. Or sleep. Whatever came first.

[9cherryfairy9]

TW Gore

I made a second version 😇

[themlemever]

Well, I did it. I angsted the bnnuy.

CW: Blood, missing limb. ⬇️✨️

Bro thought he could get away with human transmutation, now he got no kid and no husband 😒

This didn't actually turn out that well but I can live with it. Witness my inability to draw hands. GRAMMERLY JUST FUCKING NERD EMOJIED ME WHILE WRITING THIS TF????

FUCKING BNNUY

Hehe bnnuy

Me yapping about this au for context ✨️

[kxllerblond]

niche shitpost but this soooo fucking giving clark out in the woods while his werewolf partner is off transformed and running amuck and/or hunting him for sport.

[excelsior9173]

damn you snapchat…

sent me a “flashback” pic of my bulldog and my black cat. my sweet sweet mojo and salem.

both my boys are gone now, but they used to be my shadows. my constant companions. always at my side- my big, stinky bully and my sweet, goofy giant of a cat. they used to cuddle up at the foot of my bed, keep me company every night. mojo’s snoring was the most comforting sound in the world and salem being near always kept me settled.

i miss them both so so so much. i lost salem 5 years ago because he was a very sick cat. lost my dear mojo just over a year ago now, he was so very old for a bulldog. i honestly think those two were my soul animals. haven’t bonded with a dog again like i did with mojo, and i still wake up in the middle of the night thinking i heard salem trying to open my door

i am in for a very emotional night now i think 😭

[vilereign]

goretober pieces that i finished today 🕴found two prompt lists i liked so i'll be alternating between them every 3 days, (tomorrow will be the other one)!

[ripchaos69]

Automaton

Warning: Gore, decapitated limbs, blood