#cw loss of limbs

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

im curious, how did perkeo become immortal? you say theyre the dont age dont die type but theyve still aged to the point of an average adult. so was there a point where they became immortal? were they born immortal but still aged to the point where they seemed like the average human then stopped?

this is a bit more morbid but im curious about this too

how severe can injuries get if they cant die? how does their body handle situations where the average person would bleed out? would they heal faster? would they just have infinite blood? what if they got into a coma? would they ever wake up? or is it just not possible? how would they heal from injuries that would make it impossible for the average person to come back?

if youre not willing to answer the second stuff thats fine, im just really curious

They do not remember

The earliest memory they have is on the kingdom, and they were already a grown person by then

They remember kneeling, the agreement made with the king

They remember tests, and them stopping with lack of results

They remember doing their job afterwards, and the years that went on as they remained the same

They remember making people smile and laugh and how they cherished that feeling more than anything

That does not mean they never had a family, though

Morbid details under cut

Very. They had to crawl their way out of things no human could even dream of surviving, things no one should have survived — or even lived enough through it as it happened

They can still get dizzy, they can still faint, things can go to black, but eventually their brain will pull them back awake again. Die, but come back

The wound would close, but they can bleed out. They can feel the dizziness, the cold, the pain. If severe enough, they could pass out — either until the wound closes or until their brain decides it gotta keep fighting still. That said, they very likely could deal with a stab wound without passing out if outside factors are not included (if anything, they would just be annoyed)

Sewing a wound would likely make it close faster than leaving it alone

Their heart would always start beating again even after stopping, so I guess you could say they have infinite blood?

They would wake up from a coma I'm pretty sure (how long it would take would depend on the cause), unless it was like, medically induced (which would mean constant upkeep to keep em like that) because yk. Strong drugs

They do heal from injuries that would be impossible for a normal person to survive. Their body puts itself back together – and when it can't, it just makes a new part to compensate

So, for example: let's say they get decapitated. They could put the head back on the neck, and the body would work to glue the two together again

Now, let's say they lost a leg and for some reason could not try to put the leg back in place: then the body would make a new leg. It would take a lot longer, and be infinitely more painful, but it would be back in place one way or another

(Now for what happens to the lost limb — idk it probably rots as the body regens. They are already immortal, might as well throw some nonsense in the mix)

How can they grab their own head and put it back? Idk that's too much to keep track of. Maybe magic who knows

Also! Burned skin will heal and fade, take that was you will

Essentially I would say it's just kind of nightmarish but they do heal pretty fast (how fast? Idk, but pretty fast), and that they would also be pretty used to some level of pain rn

[ash-isnt-writing]

_°-N1GHTM@R3-°_

A drabble in which Kaldera has a nightmare about how he lost his arm.

Characters used/Mentioned: Kaldera Havintash (FNaF inspired OC)

A/N: This takes place after Kaldera had the “incident” while repairing an animatronic, by at least a few months. He has already lost his arm.

STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY. I DO NOT TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR IGNORANCE OF THIS WARNING.

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Kaldera let out a scream as he felt the springlocks clamp down around his arm, cutting into his flesh more every time he tried to pull his arm free.

Kaldera knew he shouldn’t have said yes to this bloody overtime. He knew he shouldn’t have volunteered to fix this hellspawn. Kaldera had the option to say no. He had the option, but still hadn’t anyway.

“FUCKING HELP ME!” Kaldera cried out to anybody that could listen, but it was in vain. He knew everyone had most likely left by now.

He felt like his arm was being cut into pieces, and all Kaldera saw was blood when he looked at it. His blood, red and thick and everywhere, staining the metal, dripping down the suit, coating his mangled arm, everything.

He sobbed, trying to pull his arm out again, but the springlocks just secured themselves deeper into his arm like they had a mind of their own, like this fucking suit wanted him dead.

He felt the sharp blades begin to slice into his bone, and all he saw was red.

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“FUCK!” Kaldera screamed, sitting bolt upright in bed in a cold sweat, hyperventilating. As he came back down to earth, he realised it was the same fucking nightmare again, glancing down at what had once been a full arm.

“…Fuck..” He repeated, although quieter this time. He hated this. Hated this town, this job, this country. It wasn’t fair. He knew something was off about that animatronic the moment he opened it up that night. But he was also worried about a reprimanding.

He wasn’t now, knowing they were understaffed and needed him, given he was the only person with the qualifications, but…

Kaldera sighed, running his good hand through his hair. He felt sick. It was the same nightmare, over and over.

It wasn’t fucking fair.

He grunted as he finally found the strength to get up. He had work in an hour anyway. He may as well get ready. He was just sick of waking up like this every night. He couldn’t keep going like this.

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[artsarasp]

Continuing on the brainrot from here. I'm just having fun making the system the biggest bastard. Now, all the peak lords must do some very fun missions to restore SQQ's account/soul! yippeeeee angst time

[Masterpost]

[gooeseyleo]

He would have nightmares about losing his arm. only Dale knew about them.

[stiffyck]

good evening. brainrot going strong rn sorry

[trashiiplant]

messy pebbles doodles for the soul

[astrophysician]

>BODY MAP INCOMPLETE

gift for @futuristichedge :)

[angelpuns]

CONTENT WARNING FO BLOOD,LIMB LOSS - nothing super explicitly gore, but it is definitely those two things

baby's first 2AL fanart :3

I actually have spent about a month on this - but haven't been able to work on it lately due to being busy :/ Now that I'm not: here's these guys!!!

Are these the og? Is it Sprout n Poptart? who knows >:3

I actually don't have that much to say about this except that I love 2AL and I'm sorry it took so long to finish this Ell :/

If you somehow don't know about 2AL then you need to check out @intotheelliwoods 's masterpost and spend the remainder of your night reading their comic >:3 I LOVE MYSTIC TIME SHENANGIANS OKAY AND IF YOU LIKE THAT KINDA STUFF YOU'LL LOVE THEIR COMICCC

[thrandilf]

replace hand with leg and you see this is just. the worst post ive ever made

[hiirenvirna]

here's my new oc. he can not be killed and loves hearty, savory meals.

[zielemeczennicy]

G&B tober, 4th day prompt: nobility.

this is a quick doodle aight xd it isnt the best shhh

found it on @oh-yas 's blog (tell me if i shouldnt tag you)

explanation: the first guy that came to my mind when thinking of nobility was Tadeusz Soplica the fictional guy you have to read about in school. And since he does actually join the army, why not guts and blackpowder him?

So instead of breaking his arm, he got his arm eaten or some shit xd skill issue

[bluerose5]

More Iron Bull in Faerûn headcanon:

As we all know, I love Bull's concept art and the whole prosthetic idea was so badass, so this isn't super long but warning for discussing loss of a limb.

What if, in the Act 2 fight when you face Myrkul's avatar/apostle, everyone knows to basically get the fuck out of the way and/or duck when that scythe goes swinging? Maybe one of the companions are a little too slow to react on time, and Bull rushes to tackle them to the ground. Given that he sacrificed an eye for Krem (who was a stranger at the time) in the past, I imagine he wouldn't hesitate to make a likewise sacrifice for someone he actually cares for, especially if he's Tal-Vashoth at this point. Which he is in my take on this AU.

Bull doesn't even realize he's been hit and, frankly, while some of the others are gaping in horror because his arm is practically hanging on by a thread, he doesn't pay it any mind because he's raging. He's a Reaver after all. He's only going to fight harder when severely injured, so he adjusts his grip on his weapon and gets the job done. Of course, by the time Aylin swoops in to finish off Ketheric, his vision is already fading in and out. Maybe someone tries to heal him but not only is it really fucking severe, but maybe the scythe left some sort of necrotic damage that stopped any attempts at healing (think of the Bone Chill effect). Anyways, by the time the Emperor —excuse me, the "Dream Guardian" comes along and is halfway through his spiel, Bull passes the fuck out, and they have to finish amputating what is left of his arm.

Cue Dammon making him a prosthetic that allows for shield attachments. By the end of the game, Dammon and Barcus combine their talents and make him that arm cannon prosthetic from his concept art.

This whole situation also leaves a lot of room for further exploration of grief, trauma, and coping too, especially in relation to his role as a spy, soldier, and weapon, but we can always get to that later.

[waywardsou2]

Whumptober 2024 - "Don't move, you'll be ok"

Summary: An AU where Steve goes and finds Bucky. The results are no less heart breaking

Word Count: 1.9k+

Tags: Dismemberment, trauma, alternate universe, blood, hospital, memories, gore

Steve felt like everything inside of him had been sucked out. That his whole body had been dragged under the speeding train.

He knew it hadn't. He could still feel the cold metal underneath his gloves. He could still feel the harsh winds on his face. He could feel the solid metal underneath his feet.

But it doesn't mean anything, because his entire world, the person he had held closest to his heart had just been ripped away from him.

He heard rather than saw, the wind whipping the snow in his face and it was making his eyes water. Instead he heard the cry of fear as the bar Bucky had been holding onto gave way.

He felt the way his heart sank as Bucky fell away from him.

This couldn't be happening.

The part of his brain that wanted to sink to his knees was pushed away, buried as his logical brain took over knowing he needed to complete the mission. He pulled himself back inside the car, refusing to process what had just happened.

He made his way to the front of the car where Arnim Zola had been cornered by Gabe, a gun trained on him and the driver. They were taking the two of them to the meeting point where Colonel Philips and the rest of the 107th would be waiting for them.

After they get back to the camp Steve rushes to Colonel Philips leaving the Howling Commandos by their truck

"Good job out there Rogers, I had my doubts but your team pulled through" The Colonel looked around briefly. "I don't see Sargent Barnes"

"Sir, Bucky fell. We need to go look for him. It's about six miles down from here. I need to take my team to look for him"

"Rogers, we just bagged Zola I can't allow-"

"If he's alive do we really want him in enemy hands?" Steve was trying to play into the Colonel's reasoning and hoped that the idea that Bucky could give away critical intelligence would be enough to convince him. He knew Bucky would never, but Colonel Philips didn't.

The Colonel paused and sighed deeply. Looking like he wanted to say no, but there was an uncharacteristic softness around his eyes when he looked at Steve

"You and the rest of your team take the winter tank. You get an hour, get down there and get back. With or without Barnes"

Steve almost felt like crying, all of his buried feelings coming back in a sudden overwhelming surge. He had to move now, he couldn't stand the thought of Bucky, laying in the snow in whatever condition he was in. Alive or dead he was going to bring him home. Back to his mother and back to Becca.

He went back to the truck where the rest of his Howling Commandos were waiting. They were all staring at their boots forlornly. Gabe had told them about Bucky.

Marching past them at high speed towards where the tanks were stationed he called to them "Follow me"

Instantly they marched into the step with him, their guns now slung over their backs from where they were resting on the hood of the car.

Dugan's hands where curled into fists

"Where are we headed Captain?"

"Back, were going to find Bucky"

The group rushed to the tank and took off, heading back out of the camp and down the mountain. Heading for the ravine where Bucky fell.

As they were going Falsworth calculated the approximate search distance from where Bucky fell to where he could have landed. Calculating in wind, landing place and slope, potential debris intervention and if he was alive how far he realistically would have been able to travel on his own.

That gave them a 2.4 square miles for a search radius

They made their way back to the ravine and Steve's heart sped up, knowing that soon he would have an answer to his bruning question.

Would he be fine Bucky warm or cold?

They stopped the tank and walked the last 3 miles to reach the edge of the radius and spread out. Walking in a line down the ravine. One person on either side of a small half frozen lake. Steve took point, walking several paces ahead of the rest. Though he walked slow, his head constantly on a swivel, there was steadfast determination in each step.

He walked, his face searching the snow and the trees that dotted the ravine. He didn't care that his teeth were chattering and he couldn't feel his nose or his fingers. He had to keep looking until his hour was up.

He walked until he heard Dugan call out. He was crouched near the edge of the edge of the forest.

Steve sprinted, his leg carrying him across the ravine in 7 seconds flat.

The others joined him quickly and here they all saw what Dugan had found.

Bucky was lying on his back. Blood covering his face, a bruise on his eye and a bad gash on the right side of his head. He had blood in his teeth, the white turned stained with the fluid. His breathing was disjointed, full of spluttering and coughing. He didn't take a full breath in, the only indication he was actually breathing was the way his chest jumped. His exposed skin was slowly turning purple and blue. His lips, nose and holes in his gloves indicating as such.

But as Steve let his eyes rake over Bucky's body he realised why Jim had been looking away.

The arm of his vest had been torn away and it was ripped and fraying. The place where his arm should have been was pouring blood, what should have been his bone was stained red. It was snapped, fractured as it stuck out of him and the blood was everywhere.

His arm was laying a few feet away in the tree line. Steve followed the trail of blood connecting the two and he felt like collapsing

There was too much of it, and it just kept coming. He didn't understand how there was so much. The way it stained the dead twigs and snow underneath him. The way it pooled and ran like a river of death. It's warm and sticky texture melting away the snow and carving a trail down the slope to the frozen water below.

A younger Steve would have vomited at the sight of all the blood, his stomach felt queasy but he held up and instead he bent down scooping Bucky up in his arms.

Bucky groaned and cried out in pain. He hoped to God it wasn't irreparable back injury

"Don't move. You'll be ok" Steve said desperately looking down at Bucky in his arms.

It was strange. Bucky had always been the one to carry him. He had always been bigger. Stronger. But he somehow seemed too small in Steve's hands.

Without hesitating the group went back to the tank. Steve holding Bucky as close to his chest as possible. He had peeled back the top of his suit. Taking off his undershirt as he walked with Bucky in one hand. Taking the shirt and using it to stanch the bleeding until they could get back to the supplies in the tank.

Bucky's eyes were open but he couldn't see anything. He could feel movement and something holding onto him. But none of it was making sense inside of his head. The moving sky and the lack of cold snow under him. The muffled voice he knew were shouting but still couldn't hear were filling his ears amongst the ringing inside his head.

His head ached, his back aches, his arm felt like it was on fire and his face felt swollen.

It was all he could feel. His own body was so alive with pain of all kinds in all places. He wanted to cry out but couldn't manage more than a choked gurgle.

He felt whatever was gripping him tightly grip even tighter. Then he was being raised, his eyes seeing the sky come closer. And then it sunk away and he was taken into darkness, a small yellow light being the only source for him to see. Everything was fuzzy and the dim light made it hard for him to focus on anything.

He felt fear, immeasurable fear but all he could do was lay there. He thought of something else, searching his aching head for anything that wasn't the feelings coursing through him.

He thought of Steve. His short straw coloured hair and the way he always made sure to brush it flat and slick it still with gel in the mornings. A habit he's had since childhood.

Or the way he was before the serum, the small scrawny boy he had protected all throughout school. The boy who was too stupid to run away from a fight even though he never won.

He thought about how Steve was always sick. Catching whatever was going around at the time.

He thought about the time he had gotten sick and how Steve had refused to leave his side. The way Bucky would cough and Steve would hand him a glass of water or rush to get him food. The way Steve would sit and read him the Hobbit over and over again because he couldn't sit up long enough to actually get through a page.

He thought of Steve until everything went dark and everything disappeared.

Steve waited, he waited for a whole week by Bucky's side. They had gotten back to the camp and the field Doctors had spared as many men as they could to staunch the blood. Realising they didn't have the proper materials they needed to properly cauterize a wound of this size they took him in one of the medic cars and to the closest Austrian hospital. Steve of course was with them the whole way. The only time he wasn't allowed in was during surgery where they cauterised the wound. Howard had seen what had happened and had rushed off to a lab he owned in Austria and began working on...something.

Steve applauded Howard's brilliance but he had no clue how Howard would A) have have any machine that would help and B) create a machine that would save Bucky's life in time.

So Steve waited. Watching as the hands ticked by on the clock until a nurse came and addressed him. She told him that they were able to stop the bleeding and create a makeshift patch until Mr Stark got here.

He was stable, but he wouldn't wake up for a while.

Steve nodded and thanked her.

She lead him to the room Bucky was resting in. He was laying out on the white linens his face was just as white. They had him connected to an IV drip and a blood bag.

Steve reached and touched it tenderly. He didn't know why his hand stretched for the plastic. Possibly the check if it was real, he needed to know that Bucky would survive. That Bucky wouldn't just slip away and this would all be some horrible dream.

If it was a dream Bucky might still be alive and healthy. But he didn't think so. He'd had nightmares worse than this and had woken up once the worst was over.

'Maybe the worst wasn't over yet' he thought to himself

He mentally slapped himself trying to whisk the thoughts away with the fact that Bucky was right here. He was breathing and he would be ok.

He hoped

Ok guys I am turning this into a full AU but I'm only gonna start after promptober is over. You're gonna have to bear with me for a little while longer.

[gooeseyleo]

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[cokowiii]

I thought his fingers looked short! What’s up with that?

So I’ll put a tw/cw in the tags for it cause it’s a bit fucked up

I remembered a fact about cats when declawed it’s like taking the first part of your finger. Like up to the first joint

For Mikey it’s just that. Not necessarily bad but it has its difficulties.

[platinummice]

Sometimes you just get real fucked up and that’s ooooookay