#implied amputation

[3y3-jesters]

I support women's and feminine enby's rights and wrongs.

[whump-in-the-closet]

Pirate Whump

the brig!! thrown in there and forgotten while saltwater seeps through and drenches whumpee constantly leaving them coughing and miserable

lack of sleep, forced to be on duty for hours at a time

smacking whumpee to the deck with a blow that leaves their eyes watering.

scrubbing the deck until their hands are scraped and bleeding. their arms and back ache so badly that when they stand up, they immediately double over.

flogging for minor mistakes. the humiliation of having their shirt ripped away and the stabbing, sharp pain of the cat o'nine tails on their skin is enough to break down the most stoic of the crew

collapsing on deck. in general. fainting. nausea. suddenly light headed and woozy from blood loss

falling to the deck on hands and knees and scraping them on the rough, worm-eaten wood

hostage situations on “friendly” terms. whumpee can wander around on deck and maybe they even joke around with some of the pirates. but the minute they try to escape, there’s a sweeping blade at their throat and someone roughly manhandling them to the captains quarters to be “dealt with”

being made an example of for misconduct is often extreme and cruel. there are no laws on the high seas

the damage left by the opposing side’s cannon fire? timber embedded in limbs, gaping wounds, and formerly brave sailors curling up in fetal positions to try and protect themselves

a captain whumper who calls their prisoner whumpee “darling” in the most derogatory way possible.

emergency first aid being applied hurriedly and with unskilled hands.bandages made from old shirts, amputations done unabashedly and crew mates being carried back fireman style to their ship.

“bite down on this” and “don’t look” as they cut away a damaged limb, multiple crew members holding whumpee down

mer whumpees— caught and put on a leash so they’re dragged along the side of the boat. sometimes they pull whumpee up and “have a bit of fun” as whumpee thrashes and gasps for air.

captain whumpee found stranded on an island by an opposing captain. they’re “taken care of” by being humiliated and beaten, laughed at, and forced to be the cabin boy

[diabolicallywhimsical]

My own little doodle from Mouthwashing, the 2024 game. Being a person whom struggles a lot with general guilt and anxiety the game struck a weird note with me, especially with the visuals. Captain Curly especially was striking, beyond just how he looks.

[blondebitch7k]

Not sure if this has been asked, but how'd you lose your arm? What trial was it? Who or what did it?

*sighs reeeeeeeeeally deeply* okay, I'm just gonna summerize this the most PG way possible to get it over with.

So we were in Ingvarr for the Iron Trail, fighting some of @engineer-donella's goons when @firecracker-yong threw a lit firework at one of them and I was in the way and well....

Ill let you use your imagination for that one.

I don't love talking about it and I just want you to know Sparky IT WAS NOT YOUR FAULT YOU HEAR ME? I AM FINE, I LOVE YOU KID SO QUIT BLAMING YOURSELF FOR IT!!!

@starprincessnuru took care of it, everything healed up decently well so its fine. Plus, my new arm's a LOT cooler and I can do this "need a hand" joke with @goggles-varian in the lab and just take it off and throw it at him >:3

So yeah, that's the story of my fallen arm (and how I ruined my favorite gloves too) sooooooo Blonde Bitch out! ✨️💅🏳️‍🌈

[falloutspammer]

[allenkel]

Parker Luck Chapter 5

Chapyter 5-"Fever Beaver"

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Summary: Peter is sleepy and sickly while Bruce finds where I put the plot

Notes:

HIIIII!!! I finished chapter 5 here yall go! Also, I finally have some sort of plot happening in this chapter! yay!

Warning: -Sick -Mentions/implied experimentations on corpses -Mentions/implied amputations -Plot

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Bruce was standing in front of the cave, its thin entrance visible. He stood there for a few moments, his mind filled with questions and no answers. 

Where’d the cave come from? Who revived the kid? Does the LoA know?

All questions without answers, but now he has the means to find them. Bruce activated his body camera and headed inside. The cave was long and narrow, the ceiling filled with stalactites. The closer he got the more humid and damp the air around him felt, like a pot of boiling water condescending. 

When he reached the main room, the glowing green of the Lazarus Pit was toxicating; even just looking at it reminded him of the many they had destroyed in the past, of Jason. He pushed those thoughts aside and looked around-it just looked like a normal cave besides the pit, no evidence of it being man-made or tempered with. Bruce followed the wall until his hand hit a small almost invisible latch, similar to the batmobiles car door. 

He gripped it and pulled, revealing a sliding door one that grated against the ground; definitely hasn’t been used in a while. It revealed an abandoned lab of sorts, broken beakers and large empty glass tanks covering the center wall. To his left were tables with papers and files strewn about with a large layer of dust covering them. 

He un-mutes his comms with a crackle evident in doing so, “Oracle, could you figure out how long this cave has been here?” He took a few steps towards the files strewn about, all notes or profiles of either the victims or scientists themselves. 

“From what I could find its been there long before the manor was build, but has shrunken compared to how big it used to be.”

“Hrnh.” He grunted before picking up a file with a picture on it. Its a picture of the boy they found, 

[Name: S1P349-AC

Status: Dead-Forced Cell activity through electric therapy on the subjects cells, allowing them to act as if alive, allowing us to see results to living cells.

Age: Unknown-estimated to be 10 to 12 years of age.

Height: 3,7-4,7 (Has changed overtime)

Appearance: Brown hair, brown eyes, pale tan colored skin, scars strewn about the subjects body, freckles located around the face and arms.

Test#1: Injecting the subject with serum, 5187. No effects other than the slowing of heart rate-next test evident soon.

Text#2: Injecting the subject with serum, 5188. Subject has shown and increase in muscle mass, giving the subject a lean build.

Test#3: Injecting the subject with serum, 5189. No results.

Note: After injecting the subject with serum 5189 no other changes have been noted and any future serums bare the same result. Due to this we have resulted to adding or removing codons in his DNA. This has caused the subjects cells to multiply and evolve rapidly, we estimate that if not corrected subjects Arachnid DNA will override the Human DNA similar to Killer Crocs mutation. 

Estimated time until override is one year. Most likely changes if not corrected are, instinctual hunting, fengs, molting, extra limbs, feral behavior, spinnerets, UV light vision, extra eyes, change in vocal cords. 

If the DNA is corrected most of these changes will not happen, feral behavior, extra eyes, and extra limbs. The other changes and others that may not have been listed will happen even if the DNA is corrected.

End Note.]

God, Bruce felt like he was gonna be sick. He flipped the page and continued reading-

[ Week 2 Update.

We have corrected the subjects DNA, this caused the subjects cells to slow. We started to test the subject's abilities starting with a healing factor. We amputated the subjects legs and slowly they grew back.  

Due to the state of the subject's body that’s all we were able to test but we are able to estimate enhanced strength and agility. We will now do a lobotomy to explore the subject's body in a closer light.

H.E.I.R

End Note]

Bruce crushed the file in his hands, they did a lobotomy on a child AND they amputated his legs! He shoved the file into his belt and left. 

“Oracle, get alert everyone that tonight we will have a meeting. Everyone is required to be there. Also look into a group called H.E.I.R when you can.”

“Alright, you okay B?”

“What these people did…it’s not something I would wish upon anyone.”

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Peters body felt like it was on fire, he did know what caused him to et sick but he was hating it. He had woken up a few minutes ago, Jason was in a chair near the bed passed out with a blanket on him. There was a wet towel on his forehead that made him shiver a bit more, overall he felt like dying.

Not to mention how his wrists and gums were aching, his migraine apparently got worse because anytime he tried to move his head, pain would stab him harshly-making his head swim. So now he’s stuck lying here until Jason wakes up. 

“Chirp” Jason!-what the hell? Peter tried a few more times all coming out in chirps, clicking, or slight growling, every now and then a word or two would come out. After a while he got the hang of it, he just had to mess with his vocal cords a bit-ignoring the new sounds-”Jas-on.” His voice was scratchy and strained but it worked, Jason stirred before opening his eyes. “Hmm?” Jason rubbed his eyes before stretching, “You feeling better kid?” 

Peter gave him a deadpan expression, like really? Does he look okay? His body is still aching and he’s shivering still, so no, no he is not feeling better. Just more awake. “Okay, stupid question. How do you feel then?” Besides his throat-mainly his vocal cords-slightly aching there’s nothing of importance to note…he thinks. 

?-Newdifferent???

Oh thanks spider-sense! That’s so helpful! Peter mentally rolled his eyes. His attention snapped back to Jason as he began talking again. “You still haven’t answered the question Pete.” Right, the question-”Achey an-d cold.” God his voice sounds awful, “Well you’ve got a fever so feeling ‘achey’ is normal.” Jason used finger quotations at the use of the word achey, which-rude! “Also, mind tellin’ me why I found you in the library?” Jason crossed his arms, looking him straight in the eyes with an eyebrow quirked upwards. 

“...” Peter looked away, because he can’t just admit to trying to leave! Well..he could butttttt-”Peter.” Crap, should he just tell him? Probably, even if he tried to lie it would be obvious he was, “I wa-s trying to-o find the e-exit…” Jason let his arms fall before sighing, “I know it’s probably weird to just wake up in some strangers house, but if you haven’t realized-you are safe here.” 

“I didn’t wan-t to be a both-er..” He said looking down, if he just resisted taking that stupid nap! He could’ve been gone before he caused any trouble. “Pete, you're not gonna be a bother. We were the ones who agreed to help you not because of pity or charity, but because we wanted to.” Jason said it with such vigor and confidence that he could only believe it to be the truth. 

Stayrestsafefriend

But-

STAY!

Okay! 

Jeeze! When did his spider-sense become so bossy? Now they’re sitting in silence…the awkward kind too. His wrists started to itch, scratching them wasn't helping either. A Yawn came out of his mouth, just now realizing his eye’s drooping. “Go to sleep kid, I’ll wake ya when it’s dinner time.” With a nod he let himself drift off to sleep.

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Jason did in fact wake him up when it was time for dinner, he still felt like crap but he tried his best to just ignore it in favor of eating the meal given to him. It was jasmine rice with fruit, it didn’t bother his stomach and it was in general really good. Alfred also brought homemade orange juice, with the pulp! Healthy and tasty! 

Now that he had more food in his stomach his vision has cleared a bit and his migraine has dulled back down to a headache. Thank God. 

When he looked up at Jason he was back to reading the same book he was earlier.

Curiousfamiliarinteresting

Peter squinted his eyes to get a better look on what the title says-Pride and Prejudice-huh. It looks worn, and there's a bunch of sticky (hah) notes sticking out of the book. It reminds him of the science books he got a while back, some of the pages on it are ripped and filled with sticky notes. 

“Curious?” Jason was looking at him, crap-he was staring for too long. “I-I um..A bi-t, I guess..” He sounds so awkward, Peter covered his face with his hands out of embarrassment. He wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole..

He heard Jason huff out a small laugh, “Alright Mr. Tomato.” Then he continued on explaining what the book was about, around halfway Jason’s phone dinged and he held up a finger. He checked his phone for a moment before pocketing it again and continued explaining. By the end Peter was barely keeping his eyes open, exhaustion pulling down on them. 

Tiredsleepsaferest

Jason got up and ruffled his sweat filled hair before huffing out another small laugh, walking towards the door. “Go to sleep kid, it's late and you need to rest if you want to feel better anytime soon.” He opened the door and left.

Peter closed his eyes and immediately fell asleep.

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Everyone was down in the debrief room of the cave, Jason was the last to arrive because he was making sure the kid was okay before leaving. 

“Alright Bruce, what’s going on?” Tim was of course the first one to ask what everyone wanted to. 

“Yeah B, you don’t usually call the whole family to a meeting unless something really, really bad happens.” Steph agreed, waving her hands around to emphasize her words.

Bruce sighed before starting, “I went to check the cave where the boy-Peter, was found to see if Dick and Jason might have missed something. They did.” The TV screen in the middle of the room showed files most were of random people but the screen stopped at a specific one, Peter.

“There was a small lab located behind a hidden latch door near the back of the cave. Inside held large tubes and broken beakers with files strewn all around. When I checked the files I found the one that was about Peter.” The screen scrolled down a bit, showing the lab notes written about the kid. 

“It was stated that they were experimenting with corpses and using electricity to revive their bodies cells to test and/or experiment on them.” Everyone was silent so Bruce continued, “From what I can tell they only did 3 chemical experiments before they gave up, they moved to checking the boys body for abilities starting with faster healing…They cut his legs off..” 

Everyone looked horrified, worried, and mostly angry. “They what.” Everyone turned to look at Jason who had his hands balled up into fists, his eyes glowing a burning green. But then his face morphed more into confusion, “Wait, then how come he isn’t-y’know-legless?” 

“The report stated that they grew back, very slowly.” Bruce had his eyes narrowed looking down at the table, he was probably just as angry as everyone else, and horrified. 

Then Barbara continued for him, “From what the report says about the kids DNA, and from what Tim found-the kid has a mutation that he was born with or gained through the meta gene. It had to have come from some other third party-most likely from past experimentation before his body ended up in that lab.”

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Dick felt like he was going to be sick to his stomach, Peter had gotten experimented on twice, and one of those was when he was dead! He looked over at Jason who was covering his mouth looking like he might puke, along with Tim and Duke. Steph has her hands balled into fists and Cass is wide-eyed. Alfred has an impassive expression but his brows are furrowed slightly. 

All of a sudden Duke gets up, “I’m going to the bathroom.” and rushes out of the room. “Sorry, but we have more news. What Tim found in the kids DNA was spider DNA, that looked messy and unstable if messed with. Along with one of the notes on his file stating that his mutation was rapidly evolving so they had to correct it to stop it from overriding the kid's human DNA. It also listed some mutations that will or will not occur no matter what afterwards.” The screen showed two lists now, one labeled ‘Will happen’ and another labeled, ‘Will not’.

“Molting?” Everyone turned their heads to him and then back at the screen, “Hey Babs? What does it mean by molting?” Steph said anxiously. 

“Some spiders molt their skin, as they grow. I can only make an estimated guess on how that would work on humans and I can say it’s most likely painful. Spiders shed their exoskeletons specifically, it lasts a few hours and when done are sensitive to touch until their skin gets accustomed.” 

“So, we have a human spider child who got revived by a Lazarus Pit and has no family from what we know.” Jason said, covering his face with his hands and letting out an exhausted sigh. 

“Yep!” Barbera agreed with fake enthusiasm. 

Everyone just looked so done at this point and he can’t blame them. 

God, why is life such a mess?

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End Notes:

I hope you all enjoyed! I'm just glad I came up with some plot for this! yay!!!

Make sure to comment if you want!

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[summerroseart]

More Final Space AU!!

A few character dynamics/roles, and ...less angsty than the last one :')

Can you tell I rewatched a few episodes

[scrybe-of-death]

Best Served Cold

oooo, dead plate fanart.

rbs very appreciated! /nf

[wiggog-y-wrath]

[It relaxes into the hug, at some point hugging back. It becomes freighting clear that some pieces are, in fact, missing as the green drips onto their clothing.]

"It's alright. 'M okay. Are you?"

[It focuses more on lyrs' well-being, willing itself to ignore the gore and pain in order to comfort him, more concerned over his brother than itself.]

[Thr remotes buzz as he smiles to himself. He could hear the results of it. The musical sound. It'd probably get louder as they got closer. In his hand, he holds a device with a red button on it.]

[cuppanova]

it's what makes you you

[wangxianficrecs]

💙 in payment, a hand by justdoityoufucker (orphan_account)

💙 in payment, a hand

by justdoityoufucker (orphan_account)

M, 10k, Series, Wangxian

Summary: “It was a kindness she didn’t take your right hand,” Jiang Yanli is the one to say, when she’s arrived with Jiang-shushu and he’s finally been taken to the healers. Not that the healers can do much. - Or, the one where Wei Wuxian's hand is taken. Kay's comments: I absolutely adore this series and I'm still heartbroken that justdoityoufucker orphaned all their works, but thankfully, the stories didn't get deleted and are still here for us to enjoy! This story has everything that I love: a fix-it that it's rooted in "it gets worse before it gets better", canon-divergence, Wen siblings feelings, Wei Wuxian finding his own path away from the Jiang Sect and Wangian finding their way together, it's the perfect package! It explores how the story could have gone, if Madam Yu had cut off Wei Wuxian's hand to save Lotus Pier and I love which directions it took. Excerpt: When Wei Ying wakes again, he initially thinks himself alone in the room, Wen Qing and Wen Ning’s beds neatly made up and the two of them not in eyesight when he pushes himself to sitting. He’s wrong. He’s not alone. There’s an achingly familiar white-clad form at the low table, sitting with perfect posture, writing with exact precision. Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan, he thinks the other boy’s name but he must say it out loud because Lan Zhan turns to him like a flower toward sun. He doesn’t know why, but upon the sight of Lan Zhan, upon the way his eyes soften with worry when he sees Wei Ying, Wei Ying bursts into tears. It’s all so much, too much, and he wants to go to sleep and wake up and have it be before all this, before his hand got cut off, before the Xuanwu, before everything. If he didn’t know better, he’d think Lan Zhan was starting to look worried about the sudden tears, which was a funny thought, but not funny enough to override the sudden realization of just how much his life has been ruined by those he once thought to be his family. “Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan finally says, standing and stepping forward until he’s right next to the bed. He hesitates for a second, then flicks his sleeves out and neatly sits there, on the edge of the bed, and doesn’t even flinch when Wei Ying collapses into him.

pov wei wuxian, canon divergence, fall of lotus pier, sunshot campaign, family of choice, found family, amputation, injury recovery, major character injury, jiang family dynamics, not jiang family friendly, implied/referenced abuse, love confessions, getting together, first kiss, self-reflection, angst with a happy ending, no golden core transfer, angst with hurt/comfort, recovery, weddings

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

[otter-chaos-violence]

Prompt by whump-mania

“Ah, you remember this scar, don’t you? The day we met…god, what I’d give to break you like that again.”

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TW amputation, torture, implied conditioning

Whumpee looked up at Whumper and took the order. They started kicking and screaming in reply. Whumper laughed and drew the since-unused knife that had given Whumpee that first scar. Whumpee didn't stop fighting. They'd never stop fighting until Whumper gave them the order.

Whumper eventually got frustrated and leaned in close, then hissed, "You'll regret this,"

Whumper raised the knife and slowly cut off their pinkie. Then ring finger.

"Stop fighting," Whumper ordered.

Whumpee obeyed, and Whumper hissed, "Good. Did you enjoy that? We should do this more often!"

Whumpee swallowed and nodded, and Whumper finally let them rest.

[aidenknow]

Took the time to draw and colour Yakuza Magenta… or Magenta Yakuza whatever that rolls people’s tongues. Not confident in how I coloured this piece especially with the skintones. I’m happy with Magenta’s but not Ballman’s cuz I messed it up :,)

This is for my Opposite / Reverse PiB AU

Here’s an old unfinished drawing of Magenta as a Yakuza

[wiggog-y-wrath]

[It let's out an unhappy noise, but moves forward either way, being careful as it removes its shirt for easier access. There seems to be a burn scar on the back of its neck. Besides that, there are wounds and, what remains of its tentacles in this form on its back.]

[It has remained in the basement for the past day, not wanting to worry anyone but also not wanting to bandage itself or look weak in front of them. It's just sitting on its bed, the door closed but unlocked as it remains inside the guest room]

[bleezebrew-writes]

Injured

She was fine. Sure, it hurt, but she healed fast. Humans weren't that lucky: exhibit A, arm chopping.

She got why Boss was panicking and Nemesis was about to pass out but it was fine. It was an accident. "Told you, I've had worse."

"Nimona, your arm—"

"I know." She braced herself. "Much as I might want to join the cool robot arm club, that one's not in the cards for me." One shift, two shifts, then she sat down, breathing hard. Reintegration sucked. "Sorry about making a scene—"

Ballister hugged her tight. Nimona awkwardly patted his back.

[rta-user-2025]

"I'm here, Marcellus."