#loss of limb

[dashing-through-ecto]

Are you hopelessly alive or optimistically dead?

After 2 weeks I'm finally done with this pic.

This picture is a companion piece for my AU were Danny sustained more realistic injuries during the portal accident.

More Infos for this AU are under the cut

While activating the portal Danny suffered through a severe electric shock. The shock was so bad that logically it should have killed Danny, but the high amounts of ectoplasm that went through his body revived him as fast as the electricity killed him.

So while he was still alive, he still sustained severe burns all over his arm up to his head and heart.

The voltage of the shock was so high that it melted most of his Hazmat suit into the skin of his arm. His lower arm was so heavily burned from the molten rubber and plastic, that it had to be amputated up to the elbow.

Even months after the accident, he still has little to no feeling in his left limb. The scar-tissue and damaged nerves make it hard to feel anything.

A little while after Danny started fighting ghosts and protecting Amity Park, he developed his ice powers. Forming an ice limb was almost second nature to him. (Later when he meets Frostbite for the first time a lot of things suddenly make sense to him)

The ice limb of his reacts a lot to his emotions, because to Danny it's more of an extension of his soul then an actual bodypart. His icecore creates the limb without Danny having to consciously contribute, so at times it shifts with his mood. Becoming smooth and mirror like when he is calm, forming spikes in his anger and losing it's shape in his confusion.

This AU is really fun to think about. I have another realistic injury AU that has to do with Danny's eyes. That one could be combined with this or separated, either way would be fun.

[i-dont-know-anything-anymore]

Sw- Prequel + Text Posts

[animatedwhump]

Hurry and go through with the plan. It'll be over fast. It's not that big a deal. Compared to what Falin went through... this is nothing!

Delicious in Dungeon | S01E11 | Red Dragon I

[teainthesnow]

The blue and yellow of his ninpo glows brighter as blood drips freely to the floor. Yet Leo pays neither of those any heed, his eyes and attention locked only on one thing.

“Let me show you pathetic.”

And Mikey can only watch, horrified, as Leo lunges.

[Art of chapter 18 of At My Worst]

[savebatsartedition]

A bunch of "oil" gore incoming. (We were learning about power sources and the countries that use them the most or something.)

Specific warnings: Impalement with uranium rods, minor body horror, oil that looks like blood, implied radiation, burned skin holes in skull, removed limbs, slit throats, vomiting blood/oil, suffocating, coal mining in general.

Also Bonus Statetalia:

[depressed-sock]

Hard, the land we call our home ( 1,241 words) by Anonymous Gift for tiend! Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Mature Relationships: Jango Fett/Shmi Skywalker Characters: Jango Fett, Shmi Skywalker Additional Tags: Fanart, Digital Art, Loss of Limbs, Blood and Injury, Shmi defending Jango

Preview:

Shmi pulls Jango close, gun still raised and hand steady as she stares down the Mandalorian's who've approached them. His head lulls into her chest, he’s blinking but she doubts he’s conscious of what’s going on around him. The blood loss from the missing half of his leg finally setting in.

There’s so much of it and she hasn’t even had a chance to help stop the bleeding after they’d been ambushed the first time.

Her grip tightens on the fabric of the clothes under his armor.

This should have never happened in the first place. The fact that the they’ve been betrayed-

She doesn’t let herself dwell on it as one of the Mandalorian’s approach both hands up in a show of peace.

“What do you want?” Her voice scratches, and she unconsciously licks her dried lips.

He raises his hands a bit more, going for his helmet to take it off and behind it is a face she knows. From Jango’s shared holo’s.

“I want to help save my son.” Jaster Mereel says giving her a look of determination.

She sags in relief, hand with the gun dropping to her side as she tilts her head to press her lips to Jango’s hair.

[s-does-art]

Introducing my ocs!! : Bea and Fey

Bea is a full time mechanic and a part-time clocksmith. She lives in a modified trailer with a shed/garage built to the side of it where she does her work and keeps her tools. She lives on the outskirts of the city, she used to travel a lot in her early 20s but has since settled in her current location for stability. She has a fascination with old technology and prefers to work with this kind of steampunk-esque tech as opposed to the modern, sleek, all-electronic type. Bea is friendly and boisterous, however, she has a disdain for authority and will not tolerate selfish behavior.

Fey is an inventor and a robotics engineer. They used to work for one of the largest tech companies in the world as one of their top inventors, but now own a much smaller tech company that they built from the ground up after being fired. They have a decently-sized personal tech lab where most of their projects are conceived, only some of which are able to fully come to fruition. They lost their arm in a freak work accident, however as far as the public knows, they lost it to cancer. Their best friend is their cat, Wrench. They found him limping and injured on the street the day after they were fired, so they took him in and nursed him back to health.

[kyathedino]

i love it when a character's arm gets cut off and they can still use it. like yeah ofc all my nerves are disconnected, but ill still absolutely whoop you

[glowbug252]

Tmntober Day: 29

Prompt: That Is Not A Person

Gen: Rise, takes place at the beginning of the bad future, or what would have happened if Casey Jr hadn't been sent back in the movie

TW: Body Horror, Loss of Limb

Leo had compromised their attempt to stop that worm guy and Hypno from stealing the strange wooden artifact, and Raph had been pissed. Leo was too. Why wouldn’t Raph just take the leadership back if he was so bad at it?! It was the easier solution! He didn’t understand why Raph didn’t see that. So he had maybe gone and pushed a few of Raph’s buttons. 

Ok, a lot of Raph’s buttons... 

But really, what did it matter that a tiny wooden statue got stolen? Leo was sure the owner would get a nice insurance payment regardless, and maybe The Foot just wanted some more decor for their evil hideout! And with luck, this would be the final straw that would set things back to their rightful place with Raph as the leader and him comfortably as the faceman! 

But that didn’t happen. Instead, Raph and him started to fight, despite their brothers’ attempts to stop them. Leo hadn’t wanted to push Raph this far, but he couldn’t back down now without admitting the real reason for his actions. So when Dad finally got involved to break them up, Leo was secretly grateful. They had left to slink off to their separate rooms, and Donnie and Mikey left to go Mikey’s room for a bit, Donnie leading the way, pushing gently on his shell while Mikey stared after them. 

Mikey and his twin had grown much closer over the two months since Leo had become leader, and he was pretty confident as to why. Leo knew that his attempts to get rid of the mantle of leader were causing him and Raph to fight much more and also more aggressively than they had in the past, but he couldn’t make himself fully take the blame. (Even though he should,) but he half-blamed Raph for it. If he would just accept that Leo couldn’t do it, if he would just stop being stubborn, this could stop. Deep down though, Leo knew he was tearing his family apart. He and Raph weren’t close anymore, and Mikey hated to hear them fighting. Donnie was the only one there for Mikey, and as a result, Leo could feel his twin’s respect for him lessening. Donnie couldn’t back up Leo in his attempts to stop leading, he had to be there for his little brother as their family was in turmoil. For the first time, his younger twin really had to be an older brother for Mikey, and it was all Leo’s fault. 

And so now, here sat Leo in his room with the new hole in the wall, trying to patch it up with a blanket as he fought to tamp down his feelings of guilt and self-loathing. He reminds himself that this could all be fixed, everything would be ok, if only Raph would take back the leadership. Once that happened, he could fix everything. 

About an hour later, Leo, who was lying on his bed and pretending to be focusing on a Jupiter Jim comic, hears footsteps from outside his room through the -less than soundproof- blanket-covered hole in his wall. He could tell, just like he could identify all his family’s footsteps, that it was Donnie and Mikey, probably headed to the kitchen. (Mikey liked to bake during times of stress, and Donnie was never opposed to eating it.) They were talking quietly, but then, from some tech of Donnie’s, comes a chime. The footsteps pause as Donnie checks on it. 

“Huh, news articles are reporting on a strange light blasted into the sky from an island off of New York. That’s… concerning.”

Mikey hesitantly volunteers: 

“Should we get Raph and Leo? Just to check it out?” He doesn't sound too eager, though.

“... I- I don’t know. I think they should be apart for right now.” Donnie takes a deep breath. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll turn on notifications for any related news stories, and if anything else comes out, we’ll get them. But I don’t really want to deal with them both fighting the whole time, especially if it turns out to just be some teenagers with fireworks or something.”

“Yeah…” Mikey agrees. “That makes sense. Plus, I just don’t really want to be around them right now. I can’t take all this fighting anymore, Donnie.” His voice is shaky.

“I know, Mikey.” Donnie responds softly. “Let’s go to the kitchen. Baking always makes you feel better.” and the footsteps continue, until they’re gone. 

Leo doesn't sleep that night. Usually he values his sleep schedule, or at least tries, using a sleep mask and soft, patterned pajamas, but tonight, he just sits there. What had he done to their family? 

He must have fallen asleep at some point, because he wakes up to frantic pounding on his door.

“Leo!”

“Leo, get up! It’s an emergency!”

“Oh, why are we-” 

Leo winces as the blanket covering the hole in the wall is torn away, flashing blinding light into his eyes, only half-covered by his crooked sleep mask. 

“What? What is it? I’m up!” He gasps, tearing the mask and the pajamas off and hurriedly reaching for his katanas. 

Through the hole in the wall, he sees his brothers. Mikey looks tearful, Raph’s expression is tight with emotion, and Donnie’s too busy looking stricken at what looks like a news feed, projected on his arm. Raph picks him up by the back of the shell and hustles them all to the living room. 

“What’s going on, guys? What’s happened?” Leo asks, his heart sinking lower by the second at the expressions on their faces. 

His questions die on his throat as he catches sight of the news feed projected on the living room wall where Splinter sits, watching horrified. On the screen, Metro Tower, the tallest building in the city, is overrun by some sort of pink, disgusting slime. It covers the windows and doors, all the exits covered. Leo knows how many humans work in that building, and the thought of them all trapped inside by an unknown substance is very alarming. A News Lady speaks on screen, explaining that the police are unable to communicate with or reach anyone inside the building. Then, the feed cuts to a feed on a news helicopter, recording a police helicopter, with guns aimed at two small shapes on the roof of the tower. The camera zooms in, and the newsperson as well as Leo and his family all gasp in unison. Two non-human, fairly tall creatures stand on tentacles, their sharp teeth bared at the police helicopter. They don’t look like mutants. They don’t resemble any animal Leo’s ever seen. 

“What-” He gasps, his voice faint.

On the feed, the smaller creature turns its back to the camera, pressing two tentacles to the ground. Out sprouts more of the slimy pink substance, identical to the stuff that was covering all the exits on the ground floor of Metro Tower, while its larger counterpart leaps at the police helicopter, the gunshots not phasing it in the slightest. In seconds, before Leo can even process what he’s seeing, the police helicopter is falling to the ground. 

The creature leaps from the police helicopter, to the news one, causing the filmer to scream, begging to live, as alien teeth and tentacles take up the screen, before the news station cuts to static, the sudden quiet overwhelming the room.

Nobody dares to speak, everyone looking at each other in horror. 

Raph is the first to break the silence. 

“Leo. Portal. Now.”

“I- ok.” He gasps out, his voice shaken.

One swipe with his swords later, his brothers and father are following after him, to the base of Metro Tower. 

No sooner do they arrive, however, than a blast of energy bursts from the top of the tower, almost knocking them all over. The streetlights and signs around them flicker for a second, then all the power in the city goes off at the same time, plunging the street around them into shadow. 

A portal opens above them, and a huge, tentacled shape emerges, throwing its shadow over everything, and sucking debris into the heavens. People around them are running, screaming and crying, not even sparing them a second glance. Cars fly upwards, with people still inside, and people cower on the street. 

The city around them is in flames. 

Then, the pink goo covering Metro Tower cracks open, and a flood of figures stumble out, their bodies in shadow. 

They separate, dispersing around the city, but one figure walks slowly towards Leo and his family. 

They all stand there, completely out of their depth, watching the person slowly approach them from the shadows. 

“Hello?” Leo asks cautiously. “Do you need help? Do you know what’s happened here?”

The person picks their head up and their pace quickens slightly, until they’re running towards his family, but mainly, towards Leo, who was standing in front. He still can’t make out any of their features from the shadows.

They take another step and they emerge from the darkness finally, the person’s face illuminated by what little light there was offered from the suddenly pink sky. 

Pink goo covers their skin, sprouting out of it and covering their hands in slimy-looking tentacles. Green eyes burst from the pink, blinking out of sync with each other. They open their mouth, displaying rows of inhuman, jagged and pointed teeth. Their tongue is longer than it should be, and pointed. Saliva pours out of their gaping mouth. They let out an animalistic screech and charge at Leo.

That is not a person. Is all Leo’s horrified mind can begin to process. 

They leap at Leo, who is completely unprepared for it, and they bite deep into his arm with their razor teeth, creating such a horrible crunching sound, so vivid and disgusting, that Leo knows he’ll never be able to stop it from replaying inside his head. 

He screams, suddenly in so much pain that he can’t think straight. Blood is everywhere, covering him and the street. The world around him blurs, even as his family reacts with horror, quickly leaping into defensive positions to protect him. 

His breathing comes in ragged gasps. 

Weakly, he reaches for the spot where his injured arm should be.

But it’s gone. 

All he feels is blood and torn flesh, coating the fingers on his good- and now only arm. 

The invasion has begun. 

@tmntober-2023

get all my Donnie and Mikey during the movie dynamic headcannons lmao

[rayeverydangday]

Powering through art block, but reading some wikis help

[insane-control-room]

Choice

ink demonth day 4

WARNINGS: Threats, Body Horror, Horror, loss of limb, Forced Decision, Doppelganger, blood mention, decapitation mention, death mention

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49167892

Henry gets a choice cut. Heh. Heh heh. It'll cost him an arm and a leg. Haha.

The blood dripping in his rapidly twitching eyes was not the only reason for the tears that tracked down his ink smeared face. 

His eyes darted like flies between the two brothers, who were bound back to back and were gagged together, their own wild eyes staring at Henry as they screamed behind rags. He knew that he could save neither, he was already well aware of that, but that monster wearing Joey’s Essence was giggling behind him, his hands firmly on Henry’s shoulders as he leaned over him.

“Come on, Stein, it’s not that hard of a choice,” the Doppelgänger beamed at him, teeth so white they hurt to look at. “You just have to pick whose arm and whose leg. You promised me when we got ‘em that they were worth that, so now they’ve got to pay up.”

“Joey, come on, this is- this is disgusting,” Henry choked out, trying not to think of Norman’s gurgling as he had been beheaded. Guillotined. Guillo-fricken-tined. It sickened him, and his stomach turned violently. “They’re- they’re so young, you don’t need to do this-”

“But I do, Henry!” Joey boomed, waving his arms like a prophet, a lunatic. “We need their donations, you see. We really do. Their flesh and blood in the machine- now, stop crying. It really is silly, Henry.” 

“It’s not silly that I don’t want to cut off either of their arms or legs!” Henry screamed back, and choked as a hand tightened on his throat. Wally shouted hoarsely behind the gag, and Willy whined and whimpered as he sank against his brother, the buzz saws coming dangerously close already. Henry knew that if he did not make a choice, the saws would kill them both. Brutally. He stared at the False Joey, wondering where- who- the real one was. “Okay!” he wheezed through the iron grip on his throat. “Okay-” 

The grasp on his neck tightened and then vanished, Joey leaning close with that false smile. Henry hated it, hated this man, wanting to be comforted and consoled, reminded of Norman’s execution once again, and his stomach dropped like Norman’s head had fallen into the ink. 

“Wally’s arm,” he managed to gasp out. “Willy’s leg. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry….”

“Took you long enough!” Joey remarked, pulling two levers. The twins sagged against each other as the saws changed trajectory- they knew what was coming. They heard it clear as day, without even a panel of glass separating them from Henry and the Not-Joey. Wally gave Willy’s hand a squeeze, and then decided that it would be best not to hold on during the dismemberment. God, what a horror that would be for his brother. “Well, boys! The blood loss will conk you both out real good, and then you’ll wake up feeling better than ever!”

Henry wanted to kill him. Instead he was yanked up once again by the ink.

“Now if you excuse us, we’ve got more donations to collect.” 

[zoethehead]

Yet another part of my soldier oc; "Elliot" 's story.

Btw, vulzal is supposed to be my take on a fairy tale troll.

Tw for amputation, panic attack, a small desc. of the rotted arm, and near death.

Bonus: imgs of Elliot and vulzal that i made in Fábrica de heróis, and heroforge

Elliot soon came to from the many blurred and hectic moments haunting him.

He felt the searing pain dulled down to little more than an ache. He opened his eyes-- or rather... only one.

The other was wrapped up with gauze.

He was laying down on a bed, with a comfortable blanket pulled up to his shoulders. His head swam as he turned his head to check his surroundings. He was in a room-- it's design was almost cottage-like in nature. He tried to sit up, but the stinging pain pushed him back a bit. The blanket slipped off of his body, and that's when Elliot knew the full extent of his injuries.

There were various bandages wrapped around his body; his thighs and calves had bandages wound around the various cuts, gashes, and scrapes. His stomach was similarly wrapped up, but the worst was his left shoulder.

There were bandages wrapped up underneath his arm and around his clavicle and top of his chest, which lead to the stump that was once his left arm.

His left arm was gone; in its wake was a stump--- he came to the realization that his left arm couldn't be salvaged from how bad it had rotted away.

He let out a scream of shock, which alerted someone, he couldn't hear the door open because of the thoughts clouding his mind.

Elliot felt a hand against his shoulder.

"Easy does it there, you've been out cold for a week or two." The stranger said.

Elliot recognized this being's voice....

It was the same person who found him in the cave.

Elliot could now clearly see this being near him.

They looked to be a goblin, but slightly taller, and with a fluffy tail like that of a gryphon.

Elliot's breathing slowed as he tried to calm himself down, he felt a wave of dizziness and pain rush over him as he collapsed back onto the bed, closing his eyes.

Elliot hoped that this was just a nightmare; he didn't want to believe that he lost his dominant arm to an untreated infection.

He fell back into slumber

-

-

Vulzal sat near the man, feeling terrible for him.

When he had first found this man, he was bruised and bleeding. There were bits of shrapnel lodged in his skin, he had numerous burn wounds: one of which was badly infected enough that his left arm looked like it had belonged to that of a zombie. Unfortunately due to the man's state, that arm had to be amputated so he wouldn't die from sepsis.

This man had surely been through something rough, he may have been an outlander, but that didn't stop Vulzal from trying to help the injured man out.

He tucked the quilt back up around the man, and left him to rest.

[ichoosechoasandbeingqueer]

Frustrations (part 3)

This is Day 29 of Fili whumptober!

Warnings:  missing limb, Fili x Bofur if you squint

Word count: 944

Fili wakes up after the rock slide to find the consequences of the accident. 

Please refer to the warnings of this story.  If you go past this point you are consenting to reading this content.

A groan sounded as Fili’s eyelids fluttered open. The first thing he recognized was the pain throbbing through his body and the sound of his own heart beating in his ears. His back was stiff as stone and his chest felt heavy and in a despite attempt to sooth his pain, he rolled to his right.

Fili cried out, the sound bouncing around the room like a roar. Something crashed to his left but the prince was too busy trying to breath through the pain with his eyes clenched close. If wasn’t until a pair of callused hands rolled him back onto his back that he dared open his eyes.

Bofur looked down at him, worry dancing in his eyes and his hands gentle on his chest. Dark bags sat under the miner’s eyes and he was close enough that Fili could smell his gentle scent of tobacco and vanilla. He groaned again and fell into his friends embrace, a strange sense of comfort coming from the darrow.  

“Easy now lad. Can’t go run’n off on us so soon now, ya hear?”

“Bofur?” he croaked, his voice thick and sounding tied even to himself, “what happened?”

“Aye lad, you were in a pretty nasty state when we pulled you out of that rockslide. Ya blacked out on us before we could get ya to the healers. You’ve been out almost a week now,”

“A- a week?”

Bofur gave a nod and Fili narrowed his eyes, scanning his friend.

“You’re missing your hat,” he stated flatly.

It was a strange sight to see, the darrow almost never taking it off during the quest, and rather shamelessly Fili stared.

Bofur’s hair was messy, like he hadn’t brushed it an a few days, but what caught his attention was the way it was braided. Fili had always assumed that the miner’s hair was simply plated around his ears, short and dark. But now, without the hat hiding his head, he saw the multitudes of braids that wrapped around the crown of his head showing off the different tones of brown his hair held. It made Fili flush to think just how long and lush it would be it he was to keep it down.

Bofur gave a sheepish smile and pulled on the tooth earing that hung from his left lobe. It was a nervous hobbit of his, one that made Fili flush even further.

“Aye, I uh…it came off when we were getting ya out. Lost it when the stones came crumbling down after,”

“Bofur,” Fili gasped, his eyes wide, “I’m so sorry,”

The miner held a pain in his soft brown eyes but shrugged it away, “Just a hat lad,”

Fili sent him a look. He knew it was a lot more than that to Bofur, he could still remember the way he had pulled in down over Fili’s head to make him feel safer as the stone creaked and groaned around them, but he didn’t press on about the matter any further. He just hoped that his friend held no hatred towards him for it.

“I- thank you. For getting me out of there I mean,”

“No need for thanks. I’m just grateful the stone held as long as it did. You’re a lucky dwarf you know Fili,”

“You don’t need to remind me,” he groaned as a new wave of pain struck him, “Can you help me sit up?”

Wordlessly Bofur wrapped his sturdy arms around him and lifted him from the bed, stuffing the pillows around his body to sit up comfortably. The blankets rolled down his body, showing off his bare things and Fili froze as his legs were uncovered. Well… one of his legs.

“I’m missing a leg,” he said dumbly, rummaging through the blanket like it had casually fallen off.

“Um, about that-”

“My leg is gone,”

“When the rocks come down-”

“Gone! It’s gone!”

“Fili please I’m trying to-”

“Where did it go!”

“Fili!” Bofur grabbed him by the shoulders and held his still, slowly loosening his grip as the initial panic wore off, “It’s gone lad, I’m sorry. It got crushed in the slide. The healers had to take it off,”

“Gone,”

“Gone,”

“Ma’s gonna kill me,”

The miner let out a snort, “That’s what your worried about? Ya ma?”

“Hey, you’ve met my mother, she’s bloody scary when she wants to be,”

“Aye, that is true,” he nodded before a look of guilt crossed his features, “Does it hurt?”

Fili gave a nod as he traced his shaky fingers down his skin. It had been cut just above the knee and was wrapped in what looked like a hundred bandages. It was light to lift compared to his other leg and despite the pain he swung himself to the edge of the bed to let them hang.

Bofur watched him carefully pulled himself out of the chair next to his bed, walking around the one of the shelves and grabbing a bottle of white liquid. He ground up something into a cup, adding the white liquid all the while Fili stared blanky at where his leg should be.

“Here Fili, take some on this. Oin said it should help with the pain,”

The prince took the cup, pulling a face as he downed its contents. Almost instantly he felt its effects, the throbbing in his body dulling but his mind fogging also.

“Easy now,” Bofur hushed, guiding him to lay back down as the medication took over, “Rest now, and I’ll grab Thorin and Kili,”

“No,” Fili slurred back, “Just… just stay I little longer first please?”

“Of cause lad. As long as ya need me,”

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See full 31 day whumptober 2022 Master List here

[dopp-likes-shitty-ocs]

Tried something new for this. Consider it a promo art ig???

[13eyond13]

this is kind of messed up, tw for amputation/loss of a limb.

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okay so, au where L has body identity integrity disorder. basically, he's uncomfortable with his lower right leg and doesn't want it. Light finds out, maybe L knows he knows, maybe he doesn't.

Light decides to grant L's final wish, maybe he decides to be nice, maybe it's out of respect for his greatest foe.

So he death-notes that L gets into an accident, loses his right lower leg.

It doesn't affect L that much since he spent so much of the time sitting, but it's still upsetting, and he knows it's not a coincidence.

(question mark the key is broken)

Hmm. It's an interesting thought to have Light trying to grant some sort of secret wish for L with what he writes down in the Death Note, though I am not 100% sure if the notebook would work with something like just amputating a leg? I mean maybe if the accident also led to the victim dying afterward as well. Whatever's written down has gotta be the thing that finishes them off though, so probably not usually something they could survive to sit around and ponder about for long. I personally like the simple iconicness and symbolism of the Kira heart attack too, so I might not be the right person to bounce an AU like this off either, I suppose!

[savebatsartedition]

Goretober Day Two: Operation

I'm using this prompt list by ibishop5 on Deviantart, and here's day two!

Warnings (so you can mute words AND tags): Surgery, gore, loss of limbs, amputation, slit throat

Character: Sun