#post-amputation

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

Febuwhump Day 28: Recovery

Whenever he stirred, even for a few moments, the first thing Mikey registered was someone’s hand around his. Sometimes the grip was so fiercely tight, the IV in his dorsum ached; if the shadow at his bedside noticed he was awake, they squeezed even tighter.

A reminder that he still had one good hand to hold.

Sometimes their grasp would go slack, if the shadow was dozing too. Sometimes their fingers trembled with grief. But they never left.

He wouldn’t just leave.

“Donnie…?” Mikey slurred.

A stifled sob. A blue mask could be easily confused for purple in the dark.

[kepppler-22b]

holy

ho;ly shit holy fuck sometimes i forget i have legs and not metal sticks help

[juniemunie]

CW/TW: Blood and Amputation

@tenebrius-excellium's post got my creative gears turning, its just a rlly good idea and i just had to draw it out a bit hehe

[frownyalfred]

things that are not easily separated: a Green Lantern and their Ring

things that are unfortunately easily separated: a Green Lantern and the extremity their Ring is attached to

[lovesickgoose]

It's sweaty medic season

[bloobydabloob]

My little awfully made guys. I think they’re endearingly bad looking

[firecurls-27]

Me and @the-crazy-echidna-lady have had pirates on the brain for quite a while now. Specifically pirate sonknux.

(Tw blood, bright colors, stabbing, limb loss)

We’ve been having way too much fun /pos

Also here’s the pet chao we gave Sonic that she designed lol

His name is Neptune. Lil shit.

[asaethiel]

fleet captain!! are you okay, you've been awake for an hour and you've been crying the whole time 😰

[sketchygabz]

A take on Sir Knight’s Master 🥰

[arthurs-better-half]

Malevolent - Arthur and Grief

Reblogs much appreciated

Memento Mori - Crywank // Malevolent - Part 20 // Christina Marie Brown, Ghost I // Malevolent - Part 20 // @/ojibwa // Malevolent - Part 12 // Stephen Dobyns, Grief // Malevolent - Coda // Nunemaker's Parable - Everybody's Worried About Owen // Malevolent - Part 18 // song for a lover - of long ago - Justin Vernon // Malevolent - Part 13 // Stephen Dobyns, Grief // Malevolent - Part 31 // C.S. Lewis // Malevolent - Part 21 // Trista Mateer, Cold Spot // @/robertszombie-deactivated202407 // Malevolent - Part 20 // C.S. Lewis // Malevolent - Part 26 // Youadan Teddy // Malevolent - Part 33 // Lisel Mueller, When I Am Asked // Adrienne Kalfopoulou, "Poem in Pieces, a Log," A History of Too Much // Malevolent - Part 20 // @/jb-blunk // Harriet Caie, Who Wears Grief Long // Anne Carson, The Glass Essay // Malevolent - Part 20

Everyone I love is gonna die And I will die as well I think about this before I sleep And have since I was a child

THE KING: Death surrounds you, Arthur. It stalks you like a black shadow that takes everything you touch away. You're cursed. You're damaged. A boy playing with matches that kills everyone sleeping in the house, while you escape unscathed.

There's a ghost in the house. But, I've learned that the house is me. And the ghost is also me.

And I would lie, if not to say, our relationship was pure, I am young, a cause of grief, Of this I am quite sure.

Grieving, grieving, constantly grieving. I mourn what could have been, what will not be, what I can't save.

ARTHUR: Hello? Faroe, darling? KING IN YELLOW/ "JOHN": Why is this the memory you refuse to let go of?

To say your name was to be surrounded by feathers and silk; now, reaching out, I touch glass and barbed wire.

FAROE: Dada.

Turns out that the god he found was just a little girl Sitting on a swingset Just a little girl She said "Mister, you look tired I will let you go, but first I think that what you're asking for It just might make things worse"

THE KING (a whispered version of John's voice): Let her go. (Thunder rumbles) (A melancholy tune starts to play) ARTHUR: I will not. Not her. Not ever.

I have buried you In every place I've been You keep ending up In my shaking hands

JOHN: Call it embracing my human side, but I've learned that I can choose what I want to remember. No different than you. (Faroe's Song plays.) ARTHUR: You think I can choose what to remember?

I was dancing when I learned of your death; may my feet be severed from my body.

KELLIN: There's that fire that burned her. ARTHUR: Shut up! (Arthur starts to repeat 'this isn't real', very softly.) KELLIN: That burned so bright it brought your house down around you! That drowned your girl!

I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.

ENTITY: If you go out there, we'll both die. ARTHUR: I don't care! You're not fucking John, you're not my friend, you're a goddamn parasite!

every ghost story sounds like a love note if I use the right tone of voice. Which is to say- I don't always know the difference between haunting and hanging on.

"don't live in the past" okay well the people I loved are there

ARTHUR (passionate): Because I can't lose another person! (He breathes hard.)

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.

ARTHUR (quietly pleased): Yes. Yes. Why did that pop into my head? You - You said bedrock. That's something that Parker would say. I hadn't heard it before him. (In a deeper, less accented tone, as if mimicking Parker's voice) 'You look like you've hit bedrock, friend.' (Returns to normal voice.) I wonder why that popped in...

At the end of the day, there is only you and your grief; reluctantly dancing, trying to avoid stepping on each other's toes, and occasionally failing. You'll dance until you've become familiar with one another. And I know people quiet the song, pause the dance - but when you go home and finally manage to fall asleep, grief will gently shake you awake and you'll have no choice but to dance again, your footsteps echoing with the weight of it all.

JOHN: It will drown you.

I sat on a gray stone bench ringed with the ingenue faces of pink and white impatiens and placed my grief in the mouth of language, the only thing that would grieve with me.

Grief will keep you reaching back / for what is not there

And there are nights, where he needs you, and he still crawls out of bed, And walks towards your bedroom door, before recalling that you're dead.

I want it back = I drag its dead weight forward

Incurious and undesiring, With memories for daily wine and bread, He goes his way, no more requiring. Take grief away, the man falls dead.

It isn't like taking an aspirin you know, I answer feebly. Dr. Haw says grief is a long process. She frowns. What does it accomplish all that raking up the past? Oh--I spread my hands-- I prevail! I look her in the eye. She grins. Yes you do.

And I want that someone to be you, as I write this, but alas, This pain will linger with me still, I pray this too shall pass."

[day-azevir]

WHATS UR FAVOURITE THING ABOUT THE AU consider this a free opportunity to rambles about what you want

This is such a loaded question because there's so much!!!! All of the little dynamics and relations between characters and also just the act of creating again has been so much fun

If I had to pick one thing tho I think it'd be the parallels between Etho and Tango and how they both deal with their disabilities. Both got injured doing something loved that changed the trajectories of their lives forever, but while Etho felt stuck in the past and trapped in what could've been, Tango almost redefined himself and refused to sit still despite what everyone said to him. The roles could have been so easily reversed, but Tango as a person is so passionate and Etho said it himself; he's a runner. Then also having them realize this helps drive Etho to want to get better and work himself out of that emotional rut

[yanderefarm]

im on my amputation shit again ....

imagine crybaby being declared defective but he's too much of a threat to be allowed to go freely so you convince them that if you remove his limbs he won't be a threat he'll just be a docile sweet pet.

and you're not wrong. he tries really hard to help you around the house and sometimes he goes into a trance but he can't do anything about it. he can't hurt himself or anyone else like that. sweet thing is just left to flop over into his little dog bed and roll around.

leaving him on a short leash with toys anchoring him in place so he can watch tv while you're at work. rewarding him for good behavior by letting him try to bounce his hips on your lap. blindfolding him and giving him an open mouth gag when he's acting up so he can stop existing and just be your onahole....

no one would ever expect someone so dangerous like him is now more than ever just a cute doll for you to play with

[seapigeonn]

Tennis jfj from me and marinas modern Terror AU. She’s a specialist Doctor that makes like 160k a year and lives in a nice house with her big ass dog and old man husband who is making significantly less than her.

[truebluemenace]

I don't normally write angst/whump/hurt no comfort like this but the idea wouldn't leave me alone.

Tails has a bad time in this. Sorry

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All things considered, it didn’t take them that long to find Tails. There had been a time, admittedly before the two of them had any other friends, when Eggman had kidnapped Tails for days. It had taken Sonic a long time to even track the man down, let alone break into his base and rescue his friend.

Things were different now. Sonic was stronger. He had friends to back him up.

Sure, maybe the idea of kidnappings was a little more concerning now than it had been before Sonic’s six month… vacation. But what had happened then wouldn’t be repeated.

Especially not with Tails.

He had only been missing for a few hours when they found him. Or, more accurately, Sonic found him. Once he, Knuckles, and Amy had breached Eggman’s base, his friends let him rush off to find Tails without question. They’d stay behind and cover for him if any badniks tried to impede the rescue, but they knew how anxious Sonic was to get to Tails. Trying to keep him from getting there first would not spell out good results for anyone.

The cells were easy to find. Eggman usually built at least one or two into any new bases he developed, and it was simple to locate them if you were familiar with Eggman’s architectural style. They were normally underground and close to the center of the base. All Sonic had to do was find an elevator deep enough in and, sure enough, the cells were just outside of the doors when they opened.

The smell of blood and medical supplies hit his nostrils, and his heart started hammering.

“Tails?” he called out; the closest cell was empty, so he had to move past it to an adjacent one before he was able to catch sight of the fox.

He couldn’t prevent a gasp from escaping at what he saw, eyes going wide as he immediately plucked a quill from his head, plunging it into the lock on the cell with a significant amount of urgency.

Tails was lying in the corner, curled into a ball, trembling. Sonic couldn’t see what the cause was from outside the cell with the way Tails was lying, but he’d also caught the sight of white bandages with splotches of red soaking through.

“Tails, it’s me, I’m gonna get you out,” Sonic spoke as he fussed with the lock. Lock picking was not his specialty, and his inefficiency made his stress increase. He let out a frustrated grunt, kicking the bottom of the door as he kept fiddling with the detached quill in the lock.

The little pile of golden fur began to shift, unrolling from the ball he’d been in to look up. “S-Sonic?”

Tension drained from Sonic’s body at the sound of that voice. If Tails was conscious, everything was so much better than it would be otherwise. “Yeah, bud, it’s me.” He took a moment to pause his lock picking to look over at his little bro, and sucked in a gasp, almost wishing he hadn’t.

There was a haunted look in Tails’ eyes. It was like a shadow had fallen over them, despite the almost too-bright lighting in the cell. He didn’t seem entirely present, either, as if he was in a kind of daze. Any relief Sonic had felt evaporated in an instant. His little bro should not look like that. He dropped his focus back down to his task.

“Just hang on for a minute, I’ve almost got this open…”

“Use two quills.”

Sonic looked back at Tails again. “Huh?”

“Use two quills,” Tails repeated, now starting to shuffle around into a sitting position, back against the cell wall. It let Sonic see that the bandages were wrapped around Tails’ hips, but he couldn’t see more than that. “One to put tension on the lock and the other to move the pins.”

Sonic snapped his fingers. “Thanks, bud! I knew I was forgetting something.” He plucked another quill from his head and got back to work on the lock, noting that Tails didn’t perk up at his lighter tone like he’d hoped. Something was definitely wrong.

The first pin popped into place. Tails would be out soon. “What did Eggman do? How badly are you hurt?” he asked as he kept working away at the lock.

He didn’t expect Tails to whimper. The sound made him freeze. “Tails, bud--” He cut himself off when Tails whimpered again. The kid flinched and squeezed his eyes shut. Okay, this wasn’t good. Sonic focused his full attention on the lock.

After a few more clicks, he was able to turn it and open the door. Immediately he rushed to Tails’ side.

He wasn’t prepared for Tails to cower away from him.

“Hey, buddy, it’s just me,” Sonic said carefully, kneeling down on the floor next to him and holding his hands out. “Whatever Eggman did is over now. I’m getting you out of here.”

Tails shook his head, still not looking up at Sonic, still squeezing his eyes shut.

“At the very least I need to know how hurt you are,” Sonic tried to reason, reaching out a hand. “Can I see—”

“DON’T!”

Not expecting such an outburst, Sonic jumped, startled. Tails’ eyes had flown open and he, somehow, pressed himself further into the corner where he was sitting.

This was not going well.

“Tails, I need—” He cut himself off again when Tails flinched at the sound of his name. Was… was there something wrong with the name? Every once in a while, Sonic would ask his brother if the nickname was still okay, to make sure it wasn’t bringing up bad memories unnecessarily. Every time, Tails insisted that he liked the name, that it was better than “Miles”. But maybe Eggman had done something to change that opinion?

His eyes drifted down to the bandages around Tails’ waist. They were wrapped loosely around the front of his body, in a way that suggested they were simply holding in place the more important bandages on the other side. Tails’ back. Or, more accurately…

“He did something to your tails.” It wasn’t a question. The fox kit was positioned in a way that hid his tails from view. Now that Sonic had put the pieces together, it was obvious.

The whine that Tails let out was enough confirmation he was right.

“C’mon, bud, let me see,” Sonic tried to coax gently, unsurprised when Tails shook his head immediately. He forced himself not to sigh. He understood Tails’ sensitivity about his tails, but in situations like this, it could be a problem. He had to change tactics. “Alright, I don’t have to see right now. But are you too hurt to walk? I need to know if I have to carry you out of here or not.”

Tails just shook his head again.

“No? No what? No, you can’t walk? No, you don’t need to be carried?”

Tails didn’t answer, just sniffled.

It was easy to forget, sometimes, that Tails was just a kid. With how insanely intelligent he was, and how easily he kept up and fit in with his older friends, it wasn’t always obvious just how young he was. But Sonic knew better than anyone that he was just a child still. And on occasion, in rare situations like this one, he had to be treated like the age he was, and not the age he acted.

“Kid, can you look at me?” No reaction. “C’mon, just for a second?”

Two baby blue eyes opened slowly and met Sonic’s. There were emotions there that he couldn’t read, and that scared him. Sonic knew Tails better than anyone else on the planet; it was rare that he wasn’t able to read him flawlessly at this point.

“I’m still not sure what Eggman did to you, but it was bad, wasn’t it?”

Hesitation, then Tails nodded. Gaia, he looked absolutely miserable. Sonic was about ready to track Eggman down and make him pay, but Tails needed him right now. He had to hope that Amy and Knuckles were giving him a bad time for him.

“I’m not sure if you’re more hurt or more scared, but it’s okay to be feeling those things,” Sonic continued. He wasn’t sure if he was getting through to Tails, but he hoped he was. “You’re gonna be okay though. Whatever happened, it’ll be much better once we get out of here, but that means we actually have to get out first. Which is why I need to know if I have to carry you or not.”

Tails held his gaze in silence for a few seconds, biting at his lower lip. Then he turned his head away. The arms wrapped around his torso tightened. “It’s not gonna get better.”

Oh, Sonic’s heart could break at that. What the hell did Eggman do to his little brother in such a short amount of time to break his spirit like this? “Yeah it will, li’l bro, you’ll see—”

“No it won’t!” Tails didn’t yell as loudly this time, but it still startled Sonic. “You can’t say that, you don’t even… you don’t know what he…” The kid’s breathing started to accelerate, the signs of panic evident. Sonic was completely messing this up.

“Tails,” he said, wincing as he caught the flinch at the name again. “Please just let me help you get out of here. Whatever happened, we can find a way to fix it once we’re safe.”

Tails shook his head again. “It can’t be fixed,” he insisted, voice wavering.

“I doubt that’s true—”

“It can’t. It can’t.”

“Bud—”

“He took it.”

Sonic froze. “...What?”

Tails sniffled. “It’s… he…”

Realization dawned on Sonic like a bucket of ice water being poured over him. He pleaded to every god out there that what he was putting together was wrong.

“Your tails…” Sonic said, feeling like he was going to be sick.

Suddenly, Tails lunged forward and wrapped his arms tight around Sonic, burying his face in Sonic’s chest and letting out a wail. His entire body was shuddering with the force of his sobbing, the wetness of his tears soaking through Sonic’s fur in only a few seconds.

He wrapped his arms tight around his little brother, rubbing his back in a way that he hoped was soothing, gently shushing him and instructing him to breathe. But Sonic felt like he might need someone to console him, too, because he now had a clear look at what had happened.

At the base of Tails’ spine, there were bandages with just enough blood soaking through to be of note. They would have to be changed as soon as they could.

Because where there should be two tails, now sat only one.

[multifandomer537]

//OOC

Me: "Oh, I'm not anxious and sick at the stomach for the first time in months now! I almost forgot what it feels like!"

My brain: *already moving my fingers to open AO3 and gliding over the keyboard* "I'M GONNA MAKE YOU ANXIOUS AND SICK AT THE STOMACH AGAIN BY MAKING YOU READ ONE-SHOTS OF YOUR MOST RECENT FAVOURITE BLORBO WHO IS THE ONLY ACE CHARACTER IN MEDIA WHO YOU'VE COME ACROSS AS THEY'RE GETTING GROPED/STRAIGHT UP RAPED INSPIRED BY FAKE SPIOLERS"

[coquettejohnny]

dally the typa guy to wear shorts when it's like -20° and snowing