#tw: blood&injury

[aburningmemory]

[ @thegadgetandthepower ] | USING: " i'm so... tired... " PROMPT. unaffiliated with Werecat Arc /vpos |

The fox had been in a panic.

One moment, Tails was successfully holding Metal off while defending Sonic who had been dealing with Eggman and Starline, the Next, Tails found himself having to guilt-riddenly bolt from the scene. Sonic had gotten so tied up in the fight to realize that Tails had to Retreat, which you might think is a bad family dynamic but Tails was more than used to it by now. Tails knew Sonic wouldn't judge him for retreating, because of near-fatal injuries.

Metal had landed some rather deep claw rakes onto him, as well as dislocated the Fox's Shoulder. Tails' namesakes would've been the next to get damaged if he hadn't stunned Metal long enough to throw himself into the air and take off. but where was he bolting off to? Not even Tails knew. he just knew that he wouldn't be of any use if he was dead.

When Tails drops out of the air, he doesn't realize one of his gadgets opening a portal between their dimension and the Sol dimension. plummeting down through the air half conscious, he plummets through the portal his work-in-progress gadget made and continues falling until he eventually makes contact with a roof, to which gravity has him roll off and land on the ground on his chest.

Atleast it was near the Sol kingdom's Castle? Tails could hardly tell. he just knew he was in critical condition and he couldn't lift himself up anymore for the moment.

Blaze had been well, busy doing princely duties, that was until the maids came complaining about something or someone? Falling from the damn sky, onto the8r roof, and now on their large ‘front porch’ near the entrance. Which ofcourse, blaze was no stranger to robots hailing from the sky to attack them, so he quickly made his way through the castle and twords the massive doors, throwing them open with a pissed off, and ready to fight, expression and body stance. Until that was, he landed his eyes on Tails- who was lying there in critical condition and his tough act dropped immediately. The prince practically flew down the stairs as he rushed twords the fox and yelled back to his maids to fetch help for him, skidding to a stop infront of tails as he moved to scoop the fox up and knelt down to hold him properly.

“Oh great gaias— tails! Tails, little flame. What’re you doing here of all places— and what has happened to you?? Can you hear me, still respond? I need to know how bad your condition truly is, little flame.”

Blaze spoke, his voice held worry but he maintained his composure to not freak tails out if he was freaking out. Holding the fox as comfortably as he could manage.

[stinkyeggbow]

blisters and bedrock 🩸

[pidgydraws]

🩸 And Nothing Else Matters 🩸

part 2 - part 3

[emthimofnight]

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

[sayruq]

[bamsara]

Finally finished this, one of the many comic wips I started the last few months (you can kinda see where I got lazy and changed up some stylization in a few panels lmao)

Anyway, a scene I have planned out for The Rehabilitation of Death.

Some extra doodles below:

[eggsoups]

[seldompathic]

He can't say he didn't try

[funfairsundaes]

💙💔💙🌼💙❤️‍🩹💙

[isjasz]

one eye open

day 3 - prompt list by @definitelynotshouting

[moonsharky]

BUDDIE ★ BEST FRIEND (PT 3)

previous parts

[zeropro]

he's been...disarmed!

[beaudesoleil]

redtail

[frownyalfred]

Bruce: nonchalantly digging a bullet out of his shoulder so he can analyze the fragments, frustrated half the League followed him to the Cave

Oliver: critiquing his technique and suggesting some weird herbal salve he makes at home for the pain (Dinah will roll her eyes and bring it if he asks)

Hal: feet up on Bruce’s desk, snacking on Alfred’s grazing platter until they ask him to use his Ring for analysis, mentally comparing the roast beef roll ups to Bruce’s bloody arm

Clark: hovering, trying to help Bruce by x-raying the fragments but keeps wincing sympathetically when Bruce digs the forceps in

Diana: taking the opportunity to admire Alfred’s tea set and Bruce’s photos of his kids, completely unfazed by blood

Arthur: trying to figure out if that trident on the wall over there is Atlantean without being rude (it is), will slap Bruce’s arm when he leaves just to see if he’ll wince (he won’t)

J’onn: reluctantly fascinated by Hal, Arthur, and Bruce’s thought patterns

Victor: subtly trying to analyze the fragments via x-ray but keeps zooming back out whenever Bruce’s internal hardware lights up like a Christmas tree because it gives him a migraine

(Bonus) Alfred: would have gotten the bullet fragments out 20 minutes ago if Bruce had let him try instead

[bamsara]

great, now they need a bath

[eldritchcryptids]

“maybe helio wouldn’t have let that happen.”