#oc is fodder

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[foddercaptain]

★ "Kinsona" alt to my Starweb Sonic, I'll make a thing that shows their differences soon, for now I'm just coloring doodles‼️

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[winged-eggers]

1.) Amon demon beast form fiddling

2.) post credits sheep peeling scene (important) (domestic sheep need to be sheared regularly for their own health)

3.) in AU Forgort Land. We see him

4.) The throwaway joke has taken root within my heart and grown out of control

5.)

we aren’t translating that

[crankycorvid]

comfy cozy (??????)

[skuffsy]

I'd fuck Technical paints if given the opportunity.

Also going out to buy Bush pieces now

Luv me fodder.

[thesilverlock]

Doodling random lore visuals ✨

[pigeonwhumps]

Infection

Immortal Cannon Fodder masterlist

Taglist: @extrabitterbrain @wolfeyedwitch @fuckcapitalismasshole @ghost-whump @whump-tr0pes

@rainbowsandwhumperflies @painful-pooch @i-eat-worlds @a-funeral-romance @rainydaywhump

@whumpinggrounds @augusnippets

Augusnippets day 18: apocalypse | infection | self administered medicine

Phoenix tries to treat an infected wound without Aaron finding out.

Set while Phoenix has been kicked out by Indigo and Segun, and is living with Aaron.

730 words

CWs: immortal whumpee, low self-esteem, infected wound, abuse

Phoenix takes a deep breath through clenched teeth to steady themself. It's okay, it's not a very bad wound. Really, the hardest part is stopping Aaron from finding out and worrying.

They tilt their head back as they peel the old bandage off. A healthy wound isn't supposed to smell like that. Fuck.

They'll be fine.

Old bandage off. Antiseptic wipes, clean cut, new bandage on. The cold porcelain of the bathroom tiles feels good against the sweaty heat of their skin.

Should they be taking antibiotics? They're not sure. It's all so hot in here. But they'll be fine without them anyway, they'd be fine without any medical treatment, and they're not going to Aaron for help. It's a waste of his time and of medbay resources, and this is their own fault anyway, so it's even worse to go to medbay with it. It'll heal.

They don't even deserve this.

There's a soft knock on the door.

"Hey. I can't find the first aid kit in the cupboard so I'm guessing you're in there with it, Phoenix. Are you okay?"

"I'm, um, I'm fine."

Phoenix rolls up the bandages and stuffs everything unused back in the kit, doing it up and pulling their hoodie down. It's not the best they've ever done but they don't want Aaron to know, so they stand and pull open the door, doing their best not to throw up. They hold out the pack and Aaron takes it.

"Thanks." His eyes narrow in concern. "Are you sure you're okay? You look pale."

Phoenix nods, feeling guilty. He's been very busy for days and now he finally has a chance to breathe he has to worry about them. It's not fair. He shouldn't be worrying about them anyway.

Aaron's eyes drift, widening as they land on– oh. It's the old bandage, that Phoenix hasn't had a chance to tidy up yet.

"Show me. Please, kid?"

"It's, um, it's fine. It's only small. I don't, um, I don't want you wasting time and resources on it, please, and it's my own fault. I don't want to bother you."

"You're not bothering me, it's my choice to help. Please let me help."

Phoenix bites their lip. They're not supposed to be getting medical help and after everything he's already done for them... but they don't want Aaron to feel bad.

"It's just a, um, a cut. You don't need to waste your time on me."

"I'm not wasting my time, you're my friend and I want to help. Besides, judging by the smell and look of that bandage it's not a healthy cut. When did you get it?"

Aaron tugs on Phoenix's hand gently, leading them to sit down on the toilet. They pull up their top again.

"On the, um, the solo mission. Yesterday."

"So it should be healed by now." He gently peels back the bandage, nodding approvingly before sealing it back over. "You've done a good job on this."

"Thank you, s– um." They fidget and bite their lip. Aaron doesn't like being called sir.

Aaron feels their forehead and squeezes their shoulder. "You're burning up. I'm going to prescribe you some antibiotics. You could've told me."

Phoenix shakes their head. "It was my own fault, I'm stupid and a, um, a bad hero and not worth helping. It would be a waste of, um, medical supplies, I'll heal."

"You're not stupid and you're not a bad hero. Regardless of anything, you're always worthy of medical treatment. There's no entry criteria. And we have more than enough to go around." He pauses to grasp both their shoulders. "Are you listening, Phoenix? You're worth every bit of medical treatment, and I don't want you to listen to anyone telling you otherwise."

Phoenix looks away. "Yes, sir."

"Was it really your fault?"

Phoenix shrugs. "I shouldn't have let him near me."

"That doesn't make it your fault, kid." They stay quiet. In most people's eyes it does. In Abbie's eyes it does. "Do you want a hug?"

Phoenix nods, feeling faintly nauseous. Maybe they should've told Aaron. They're not sure how they expected to last the infection out in his flat without him noticing. But even so...

They fold themself up in Aaron's arms. It feels so good.

"That's it, kid. You just relax. You don't need to do everything for yourself all the time."

[vio1315]

Skye Progress 2012 - Present

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happy pride

[gremlincorner]

I have made a teensy OC finally. whoops.

rough color/marking reference (mostly for myself) under cut bc this image has a multiply gradient lololol

my favorite cringefail boygirl. who knows how old he is. i sure dont have a damn clue.

[badly-drawn-doflamingo]

Fantastic art of Borne by @humans-are-tasty

[kazoosandfannypacks]

kazzy's 50th ouat moodboard celebration: a set of moodboards based on my own season 7 rewrite

henry mills + red and gray after spending a decade travelling the realms and recording people's stories, henry returned to storybrooke, where he published the tales of his adventures. he remained in storybrooke a few years longer, spending his time working on his next novel and DM'ing a D&D campaign for a new generation of heroes

Age: 33 years old | Faceclaim: Andrew J. West | Dungeon Master | wants to help people find their place in their story

neal "cj" nolan + blue after graduating as captain of the football team, "charming junior" began work full-time on the farm with his dad. he enjoys his small town life, but secretly longs for an adventure beyond the town lines of storybrooke.

Age: 20 years old | Faceclaim: Sam McCarthy | D&D Class: Paladin | wants to live up to his father's legacy

robin "hood" mills + green robin began an internship at the mayor's office with her aunt shortly after graduation. although she did well with her year in bureaucracy, she's still unsure about her future, and has always felt a call toward the forest.

Age: 19 years old | Faceclaim: Tiera Skovbye | D&D Class: Rogue | wants to find out more about her father

gideon gold + gold at seven years old, gideon spent a year travelling the realms with his parents. this held him back a year in school, though he spent much time learning outside the classroom. when he's not studying books with his mom and potions with his dad, he spends a lot of time tinkering.

Age: 19 years old | Faceclaim: Anton Starkman | D&D Class: Sorceror | wants to find a way to free his father from the dark one dagger

charlotte nolan + lavender always the social butterfly, charlotte enjoys spending time with her friends and family and organizing events and celebrations. although she may not look it, she's very protective of the people she cares about, and hopes to inspire people like her mother always did.

Age: 18 years old | Faceclaim: Bailee Madison | D&D Class: Ranger | wants to make a difference like her mother did

hope swan-jones + pink hope is only a month younger than her aunt charlotte, and they've been best friends all their life. she spends her free time sailing and practicing magic. when her half-brother, henry, returns to storybrooke, they spend a lot of time swapping stories and making new memories together.

Age: 18 years old | Faceclaim: Sabrina Carpenter | D&D Class: Fighter | wants to find out who she truly is

When Hope, Charlotte, and Gideon graduate, Henry takes the gang on an adventure through the Enchanted Forest, where they discover their own place in the stories they grew up hearing so much about.

[i-eat-worlds]

A Late Night Discovery

This is a crossover with @pigeonwhumps ‘s story Immortal Cannon Fodder, who Phoenix and Aaron belong to. Set during Joseph’s time working in Hero Alliance London’s medbay.

cw: medical whump, depictions of wounds, discussions of abuse; primarily denial of medical care and fear of punishment, hospital setting, author’s questionable knowledge of British English

Joseph sighs as he finishes organizing the last shelf of supplies. His shift has been pretty slow, and he’d spent most of the time doing housekeeping. They’d gotten a shipment of supplies, and since he had nothing better to do, he ended up restocking the supply rooms. That was how he’d ended up in the fifteen hundred hallway supply room with twenty minutes left in his shift.

If Joseph is being honest, he doesn’t know why the fifteen hundred hallway even has a supply closet. The old patient rooms had been converted into office space, but the supply closet still needed to be stocked, for some reason. When he’d done inventory, most of the stuff had only ever been touched to move it somewhere else. So, he is very surprised when another person walks in.

They’re wearing a battered HAL uniform, minus a mask, arm wrapped protectively around their waist and panting heavily. It’s obvious that they’re injured and in pain. His medic mode kicks in as he steps out from behind the shelf and moves closer. “Hey, are you okay?”

The hero jolts when they see him, scampering away into a corner of the room. Joseph would’ve sworn he’d seen them before, but he couldn’t quite place where. He squats down in front of them, keeping his expression neutral. “Are you injured? I’m a medic, I can help.”

The words seem to make them more nervous. “I’m sorry,” they blabber, “I didn’t mean to intrude, please.”

Joseph sighs. This is going to be complicated. “I’m not going to hurt you. You look like you need some help, that’s all. Do you want to go to the medbay?”

This helps even less. “No, no, I wouldn’t do that.” They shake their head vigorously. “I don’t-I don’t wanna waste.”

So no medbay. At least not yet, though it’s an odd response to the question. He can see the long, bloody gash on their side from the other side of the closet, though. They need help, sooner rather than later. “Can I take a look?” He offers instead.

The hero hesitates before nodding yes. They seem to be in a state of petrified silence, eyes following Joseph as he opens up one of the brand-new boxes of gloves he’d just placed on the shelves and pulls a pair on, then kneels down next to them. “I’m Joseph, by the way. Do you have a name?”

“Phoenix,” they say quietly.

So that’s where he knows them from. The name is all it takes for him to finally recognize them. They’re the poor kid who came in a couple of weeks ago with their mouth stitched shut, the one who apologized continuously for just existing. He’s pretty sure they’re on one of the teams that Aaron does medical for. “I’m gonna pull your hand away so I can look, yeah?”

Phoenix nods, letting Joseph carefully move their hand away from the wound. “Sorry if this hurts,” he says as he inspects it, trying not to poke or prod too much.

It’s not as bad as he’d thought it would be, especially considering Phoenix's healing abilities. It’s about six inches long, but he can’t see any lobules of fat sticking out, so it probably won’t need stitches. The bleeding isn’t horrible, and he doubts Phoenix will notice by the morning. Still, he’d like to clean it out, get something on it, and maybe get them some antibiotics.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” He asks as he tears open a package of gauze and presses it into the wound.

Phoenix barely inches at the pain. “No, sir. I’m not.”

“Alright,” he says, keeping pressure as he speaks. “I’m going to need to clean this out and bandage it up, and I’d like to do that somewhere a little nicer than a storage room floor.” Phoenix is looking up at him with the same fear filled eyes he’d seen a few weeks before. “Can you walk to the medbay, or do I need to get some help?”

Their eyes go wide at that. “I don’t need the medbay.” He’s never seen somebody shake their head so much. “I’m immortal, I’ll be okay. We can do it here.” There's a couple seconds of silence, then Phoenix speaks again. “I’ve been to the medbay too many times recently. Abbie says I can’t go anymore, or else-or else I’ll get punished.” They speak very quietly.

So that’s what’s going on. Aaron had warned him about Abbie when he first arrived, and now he knows why. She’s an abusive asshole. “We don’t have to tell anyone,” Joseph says. “I can’t tell anybody anything without your permission, and the medbay is pretty empty right now.”

Phoenix hesitates before answering. “I’ll go. I’m sorry for disagreeing.”

“It’s okay,” He says, using one hand to keep pressure while he unpackages a roll of bandages. “I’m going to wrap these around you, okay?” Phoenix nods, repositioning themself so that it’s easier. “Does anyone else know that Abbie would punish you for going down to the medbay?”

“Aaron, and Kai,” They say, voice shaky as they speak. “Please don’t report it. I’m getting a transfer. It’s just for a little bit longer.”

“I won’t,” he says, and he means it. He will talk to Aaron about maybe expediting that process though. “Let’s get you up.”

He helps them to stand, then wraps their arm around his waist-Phoenix is too short for his shoulders-and guides them out the door.

The halls are all pretty much empty, and most of the staff is used to seeing bleeding, injured heroes around, and they probably wouldn’t have batted an eye at Joseph helping Phoenix down the hallway anyway. As they get closer to the medbay, things get busier. He can feel Phoenix leaning into him, and he can hear the way their breath hitches with every step. “We’re nearly there,” he comforts, “Just a little bit longer.”

Finally, they arrive in the heart of the medbay. The room is pretty calm, some nurses bustling about, a couple gathered in the break room. Tori, the charge nurse, is sitting at her desk, busily typing away. She looks up when she hears him walk in “I thought you’d left…”Her voice trails o when she sees Phoenix leaning against him, bandages wrapped around their abdomen. “Treatment six is open.”

“Thank you, Tori,” he says as he walks through the nurses station to get to the room. “Can you page Dr. Thomas?”

“No problem,” she says, already reaching for the phone.

Joseph thanks her before pulling the curtain around treatment six closed and getting to work. “Can you hop up on the table while I get some things ready?”

Phoenix listens, paper crinkling as they pull themself up onto the exam table and carefully lay down. “I’m sorry for making you work late.” They swallow nervously, watching as Joseph replaces his soiled gloves with fresh ones.

“Don’t worry about it, I don’t mind,” he says, grabbing the blood pressure cuff from the basket on the wall. As if he, or really any decent human being, would’ve left them bleeding in a storage room because their shift was over. “I’m gonna take some vitals, and then I’ll treat your wound. Aaron might pop in soon, is that okay?”

They nod, but their eyebrows furrow like they’re confused. It’s quick and painless; first temperature, then blood oxygen, heart rate and respirations, and finally blood pressure. He’s typing it in their chart when Aaron walks in.

“Good evening, Joseph,” he says as he rubs some sanitizing gel on his hands. “How are you doing, Phoenix?”

“I got hit, I’m sorry, sir,” they say with a hint of shame in their voice.

“It’s not deep. It’ll be okay.”

“We’ll get it taken care of,” Aaron says, then turns to Joseph. “Obs?”

“Pretty much normal,” he reports, “Pulse and bp are elevated but that’s not surprising.”

Aaron nods, and he’s about to ask another question but Phoenix starts first. “I tried to deal with it myself, sir. Mr. Joseph caught me. It’s my fault, I know, but please, please, please don’t tell Abbie.” The words fall out of their mouth in a panicked string. They sound like they’re pleading for their life. Joseph worries that it’s not far off from the truth.

“I won’t do that, Phoenix, I promise.” Aaron is seething right now, and Joseph can tell, even though he’s got his doctor face on. “I’m going to take a look at your wound now. It might hurt a little bit, but I’m not going to cause more pain than I need to, alright.”

Joseph hands him the scissors, and he quickly cuts the bandage away. “Oh yeah, that’s not too bad at all.” Arron sounds pleasantly surprised. “You feel okay with Joseph closing it? I need to go get you some antibiotics.”

“Yes,” Phoenix says, though Joseph can see them shift towards Aaron. They look less nervous when he’s in the room.

“It’s okay if you aren’t. Nobody will be angry.” Aaron assures them.

Their bottom lip starts to tremble a little bit. “Please stay,” they whisper, desperate. “I-I’m sorry. I know it’s stupid because it's not that bad and I’m gonna be fine, but please stay.” They sniffle, trying to keep the tears in. “It’s okay, I can stay,” Aaron says, squeezing their shoulder. “How about I hold your hand while Joseph takes care of your wound. Would that be good?”

They nod tearfully. “Thank you. ’m sorry for causing trouble.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not your fault.” Aaron moves over to Phoenix’s uninjured so Joseph can get to work. He takes their hand, smiling comfortingly.

Joseph steps up to their side. “I’m going to have to clean it out first, and after that, I’ll use some strips of silk tape to keep it closed,” he explains.

Phoenix watches in what looks concerningly like awe as treats their wound. Joseph apologizes in advance before he flushes it out, and he can see on Aaron's face how tight their grip is during that part. The flushing doesn’t knock too many clots loose, and it doesn’t take him very long to get the bleeding back under control so he can close it. It’s not deep enough to need stitches, which makes Phoenix very happy, and the process of taping it closed is almost painless. The look on their face when Joseph says that he’s done makes it seem like they were expecting something a lot worse. After he’s done with his notes, Aaron reminds him that it’s about an hour or so past his shift change and that he should probably go home. After he leaves, he presumes that Phoenix gets the “please seek help from medical staff when you are injured” speech. He’s given that one a few times, but never in a situation like theirs.

When he showers that night, he scrubs himself extra hard, eager to remove the icky feeling that hearing them beg caused. Because they weren’t allowed to get medical treatment. They were afraid that she’d do who knows what to them, because they got medical treatment, and it makes his blood boil. Abbie is a pathetic excuse for a team leader, heck, she’s a pathetic excuse for a human being. He promises himself that if he ever gets the chance, he’ll make her regret every single thing she’s done to them. Every. Single. Thing.

[2follylove]

Redmon pleasd pleasd please please please please please pleale please please please

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lottie and her older brothers

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Large collection of

Boys ✨

From my WIP Turnip28 regiment

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