#TW : injury

[sarathrwizard]

Chapter Cover Art Complete!

I totally didn't stay up til 2.am finishing this! What would give you that idea? 😅

Hope you all have a wonderful day! And I hope to have the next chapter out in a few weeks!

Lord bless ya'll! 💜

[frownyalfred]

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

is there any hope for kook ford being rehabilitated? (<- angst enjoyer but also sensitive bean who cries so so much at tragedy and sad endings and even bittersweet endings but also respects the authors vision and intent)

Good news: Ford does get better! Although, I suppose that depends on what you would consider better, I suppose. Mentally speaking, he won’t ever really be able to return to the same level of cognitive skills as he once had before his injury, at least, not instantly. He did suffer through a traumatic brain injury for 30 years with little to no treatment or anything to help him. It’ll take a lot of time and effort on reworking his brain and rebuilding some bases before he can start tanking super complicated science tomes again, and even then it might end up being less than what he used to be capable of. But nonetheless, better is still better, and his thoughts will begin to restitch itself back together gradually into something more coherent, and his memories will return clearer. He’ll be happy to be able to communicate better, and make himself understood - to make his behaviour and speech understood - without others writing him off as a crazy old kook.

Physically, obviously, he’ll be off the streets so that’s definitely an improvement. His head wound would be a little hard to deal with, since it has been 30 years, and by now it’s already scarred and healed. Ultimately, it’s left alone, along with the metal in his skull, since it’s deemed to probably do more damage than good to remove it now of all times, already far past the prime time to remove it.

So yeah, he does get better! Fiddleford will definitely help when he eventually returns from his multiverse escapade, but so will the others such as Stan and the twins. There’s no way of making Ford just magically better, but he works on it with the support of the others :)

[serickswrites]

Flying/Falling

Warnings: collapse, blood, injury, violence, stabbing, knife, mcd, grief, hurt/no comfort

Smallest Teammate was pinned down, the sound of fighting all around them. They had taken shelter behind a pile of boxes, hoping that there would be an opening in the melee for them to dart out and to safety. They were of no use in a fight. They were a medic. The best they could do was get out of the way of the real fighters in their group and heal the injured.

But now they were trapped. Stuck and unable to extract themself from the situation as the sounds of fighting grew louder and louder. They had messed up. They should have stayed further back like Team Leader had ordered them. Now the team was going to pay the price of losing their healer. And Whumper would win.

Because Whumper and their team were so strong. Whumper was more powerful than Smallest Teammate even realized. Smallest Teammate's team had no hope of beating Whumper, even with Team Leader. Team Leader was small, but mighty. They fought well and hard, but still, Smallest Teammate wasn't sure they were enough to beat Whumper.

"Let's get you out of here and to safety," Team Leader said as they suddenly crouched next to Smallest Teammate.

"Team Leader!" Smallest Teammate was filled with relief. They would not die today.

"Can't have my medic be the one who needs healing. Teammate Two is clearing a path for you. I'll get you as far as Teammate One, and then I need you to run like hell, Smallest Teammate. Don't look back. Don't stop. The battle will be over soon and we're going to need your help."

Smallest Teammate swallowed. Team Leader knew there would be casualties. Smallest Teammate knew there had to be, but hearing Team Leader's grim voice confirmed it. "Yes, Team Leader."

Team Leader stood up suddenly, grabbing Smallest Teammate's shoulder. "Let's go." They started to run, pulling Smallest Teammate along.

Smallest Teammate struggled to keep up. They couldn't let Team Leader down. Not when Team Leader risked everything for them. Even though Team Leader was just as petite as they were, Team Leader was swift. It was all Smallest Teammate could do to keep up.

"Here, Smallest Teammate, take this," Team Leader said, not breaking their stride as they handed Smallest Teammate a knife. "When Teammate Two makes the clearing, run. Don't look back. Use this if you need to. We'll find you after the battle."

"Ok," Smallest Teammate panted. They gripped the knife tightly in their hand. They could do this. They wouldn't let Team Leader down.

"There's Teammate One," Smallest Teammate said as the hulking figure loomed closer.

"Good. Teammate One will get you to Teammate Two. Remember--"

Team Leader's words were cut off as Whumper's hand appeared on their throat. Team Leader dropped Smallest Teammate's hand as they tried to break Whumper's grip on their throat.

"Run," they gasped at Smallest Teammate.

"Look what I caught in my trap," Whumper said as they lifted Team Leader by the throat. Team Leader's back was to Smallest Teammate. Smallest Teammate watched in terror as Team Leader struggled frantically to free themself.

"So predictable, Team Leader. I warned you it would cost you. Now I have you right where I want you."

Smallest Teammate crouched low, frozen as they watched Whumper lift Team Leader even higher. They had to do something. They had to help Team Leader. They couldn't let Whumper hurt Team Leader.

"Oops," Whumper muttered as Team Leader went limp in their grip. "Utterly disappointing," they said as they tossed Team Leader aside.

"No!" Smallest Teammate shouted as Team Leader flew through the air. Their body fell to the ground hard, their head smacking on the ground loudly. "Team Leader!" Smallest Teammate shouted again.

Team Leader remained unmoving on the ground. Smallest Teammate couldn't see their face. They had to get to Team Leader. They had to help Team Leader.

Slowly, painfully slow, Smallest Teammate crawled towards Team Leader. "Just hold on. I'm coming. Hold on Team Leader." Smallest Teammate's progress was slow because they didn't want to be caught. They didn't want Whumper to turn around and come for them.

"Oh no," Smallest Teammate cried out as they saw Team Leader was lying in an ever growing pool of blood. They crawled faster. "You're ok. You're going to be ok. I'm here. I will fix you right up. Hold on, Team Leader."

Team Leader was completely unresponsive as Smallest Teammate reached them. They had to be unconscious. Surely smacking their head on the ground knocked them out cold. It was the only reason why Team Leader wouldn't say something to Smallest Teammate. Team Leader always responded.

"I'm just going to roll you over, Team Leader. I need to see how bad your head injury is. I'm sorry if this hurts. You'll be ok. I'll take care of you. You're going to be just fine."

"NO!" Smallest Teammate sobbed as they slowly rolled over Team Leader and stared into Team Leader's half lidded, empty gaze. Blood trickled from their parted lips.

Team Leader was dead.

"No, please, no!" Smallest Teammate sobbed as they cupped Team Leader's cheek. "Come back. Come back."

But as Smallest Teammate frantically spoke to Team Leader, and they tapped Team Leader's cheek, they knew there was no coming back. Whumper had stabbed Team Leader multiple times in the abdomen and chest. Smallest Teammate knew that Team Leader likely died the moment Whumper had stabbed them in the heart, knew that when Team Leader went limp in Whumper's grip it was because they had died.

"Please, Team Leader. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," they cried as they rocked with Team Leader's body in their lap. "Please. Just come back. I'm sorry. Please. Just come back."

But no matter how much Smallest Teammate begged, no matter how much they cried, Team Leader remained limp and lifeless in their grip. Team Leader was dead because of Smallest Teammate. Had died protecting Smallest Teammate. Team Leader was dead. And Whumper had finally won.

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[nichiperi]

A uh... slightly belated Christmas present for my amazing friends @iodotsys and @banana-zim based on the overture iodotsys created for their IZ AU, Insane In The Membrane!! Enjoy~ :3

Here's the original overture so y'all can check it out!

[aureuscade]

TW: MENTION OF INJURY

I gave myself nerve damage while making an Aaron Minyard figure for my aftg shelf and today is my first hand/wrist doctor's appointment. Wish me luck fellas.

As it stands I have no sensation in a portion of my hand lol.

[plushieroyale]

cuts off your pinky finger

”AAAH WHAT THE FUCK ?? OH MY GOD.”

He is. bleeding profusely . and clutching his hand!

[stinkyeggbow]

blisters and bedrock 🩸

[latepivi]

happy au i don't know her

[honnydoo]

How tf do you guys think he did this

[fraternum-momentum]

jghyhw

[potato-lord-but-not]

i hope this hurts

[mimmixerenard]

Idk if someone has done it already, but

What if he is found after many long years, frozen in his cryo-pod? What if he gets as patched up as possible considering the terrible state he was left in? What if he's given mechanical prosthetics because future and sci-fi and stuff? One can dream....

[bamsara]

great, now they need a bath

[emthimofnight]

Shadow is forward for once and Sonic (rightfully so) assumes he's dying

[ahllohehn]

can life series mumbo k jumbo stop seeking for grian everytime he starts burning im gonna start having delusions again