#implied surgery

[goofygoobercreature]

More fan art of the silly guyy + (ref image)

My next nightmare is becoming him irl. Like that's gonna happen.

[b0amagination]

“Passing out before we’ve started? You know I have plenty of ways to prevent that.”

Febuwhump 2026 | Day 25 | Medical Restraints

Febuwhump tag list: @chaotic-orphan @whumpinthepot @ziptiesnfries

[piplupfluffwritingstuff2]

Christmas with Kiran

Kiran Masterlist

Merry Christmas everyone! I had some downtime between festivities today, so I pumped this out for you! I hope you enjoy it! It is very long, so it is going under the cut!

It had been about a month since Y/N had moved in with Solar Flare, also known as Kiran Blaize. He had revealed his identity to her that day in the med bay. According to him, it would be a lot easier if Y/N knew upfront, rather than having to sneak around in his own house and make frequent excuses for any behaviors that seemed too much like one identity or the other.

Y/N, like most people, didn’t know much about Kiran Blaize. The only reason he was in the public’s eye at all was because of something that happened near decades ago. Y/N pulled up some old articles on her phone that explained as much as anyone could. The headlines pieced together a fairly cohesive story.

First Baby Born in Space Loses Parents in Cosmic Event

ASTRA Mission Gone Wrong

Organization Sends Two Astronauts Up, One Child Comes Back Down

A Tragedy and a Miracle: The First Space Birth

Is John and Kristen Blaize’s Baby Legally American? Immigration Officer Weighs In

Kiran Blaize: Human or Martian?

After the first page of links on the internet browser, the articles started getting weirder and more like gossip from reality TV than an account of Kiran’s birth. Because he was the first to ever be born in space, a lot of organizations had been chomping at the bit to examine him, test him, and study him. He probably would’ve grown up in a petri dish were it not for Dr. Yamada.

ASTRA Adopts Space Baby

Can An Entire Scientific Organization Have Custody of One Child?

Tired of Dark Circles? Try This One Trick Heroes Swear By!

Memorial for John and Kristen Blaize Erected in Lightbridge

Hot Single Women in Your Area

Y/N closed out of the tab. Now it was just getting weird. Somehow, Kiran had managed to stay out of most of the limelight, even in scientific circles. ASTRA, mainly Dr. Yamada, had raised him from an infant, and trained him when his powers started to develop. Naturally, that last part had been kept under lock and key.

The doorbell ringing had Y/N setting her phone in her pocket and getting up. The guest room Kiran had gave her was spacious and well-kept, but still mostly barren of anything sentimental. Y/N had been slowly setting out what personal belongings that Apollo’s Guild had been able to recover for her. At least her wardrobe had survived the trip. She couldn’t imagine wearing the designer clothes that Kiran sported.

She made her way down to the foyer, where Kiran greeted a small group of people Y/N didn’t quite recognize.

“Merry Christmas, Kiran!” a girl with brown hair and blue eyes beamed.

“Merry Christmas, Laurel,” Kiran said, moving aside to let the girl in.

Laurel stepped through the doorway, nearly wobbling from the weight of several brightly-colored packages and bags with festive tissue paper sticking out.

“Oh, hi! You must be Y/N!” Laurel greeted, “Kiran, where can I set these down?”

Kiran came over to help while a girl with wild, curly red hair zipped inside on roller skates, followed by a young man with blond hair and a deep-green turtleneck sweater. Finally, Dr. Yamada entered the house, closing the door behind the lot of them.

“Merry Christmas!” he said, “I bring supplies!”

He held a wrapped, glazed ham that needed cooking. He also balanced fresh rolls in his other hand the way a waiter would.

“Hey, Y/N~” the red-haired girl greeted, untying her roller skates and setting them by the door, “Merry Christmas!”

“Hi,” Y/N said politely, “…have we met?”

Her eyes went wide.

“No! Nope! We, uh, we have definitely not met,” she said, “I did not meet you, and you did not meet me. I know your name because-”

“I told Coral about you,” Kiran finished, coming up to them, “and showed her some pictures of us.”

Kiran’s tone was light, and his expression cheerful, but the hand he put on Coral’s shoulder squeezed a little harder than what was considered congenial.

“Heh, yeah, of course,” Coral said, “that’s what I was gonna say. Sorry, I’m kinda all over the place today.”

“You’re telling me,” Kiran sighed, releasing her.

…

Everyone was seated in the living room, save for Dr. Yamada, who busied himself in the kitchen.

Merit, that was the blond man in the turtleneck, turned his head in the direction of a cry.

“Dr. Yamada?” he called.

“I need Kiran,” he said, “now!”

Kiran got up and Y/N followed. She wasn’t a professional chef or anything, but if the man needed help, then she’d of course try to oblige.

Dr. Yamada looked sadly at the glazed ham in the open oven, which had completely turned off. The digital clock wasn’t even showing.

“It never finished cooking, it’s underdone still!” Dr. Yamada said, “Kiran, I need you to-”

“Way ahead of you,” Kiran said.

He folded his hands in front of him, stretching. Then he formed a fireball between his hands.

“Stand back, Y/N,” he said, grinning with something akin to wicked glee in his eyes.

Within seconds, the ham came up to the desired temperature, and was evenly and perfectly cooked throughout. Kiran blew smoke from his fingertips.

“You’re welcome,” he said, “Christmas is saved.”

He looked like he was going to gloat some more when a grimace came over his features. Y/N tilted her head. The expression was gone in an instant, replaced by a triumphant smirk.

“I want the first slice for my trouble, Horatio,” he said.

“Oh yes, all that trouble.” Dr. Yamada rolled his eyes, “how tedious that must have been for you, almost as bad as blinking. Dinner’s ready!”

Everyone gathered in the dining room. Merit sat on one end of the table, and, at Dr. Yamada’s request, said grace.

A few slices of ham found their way to each plate, along with mashed potatoes, buttered rolls, cooked vegetables, and drinks ranging from sparkling grape juice to actual wine.

Y/N tried to focus on eating, but she could swear she heard a few winces escape Kiran as he sat next to her.

“Are you okay?” she whispered.

“Fine,” Kiran said, “just a little…argh!”

He clutched his side and curled inward.

“Kiran?” Laurel asked.

“It’s nothing,” he said, “just a stomachache…”

He tried sitting up straight, but that brought tears to his eyes, which made him curl in tighter.

“Oh my gosh,” he breathed.

By this point, Merit had jumped up from his seat, along with everyone else.

“I’m good, I’m good,” Kiran panted, “don’t make a fuss over-hhng!”

Merit pulled Kiran’s chair out with him in it. He pried his fingers from over his right side.

“Kiran, does it hurt when I-”

Kiran howled at the feather-light touch Merit made over his side.

“Yes!” he cried through gritted teeth.

“You don’t think it’s-” Coral started.

“That’s exactly what I think it is,” Merit said, lifting Kiran into a bridal carry.

It was clear Kiran was trying not to scream. His eyes screwed shut and he bit his lip until blood dribbled down his chin.

“I’m calling an ambulance,” Laurel said.

“No!” Kiran and Merit shouted.

“Secret identity,” Kiran bit out.

“And they won’t get here in time,” Merit said.

He glanced at Y/N.

“I’m taking him to the med bay at the base,” he announced.

“Merit!” Laurel exclaimed; her eyes bounced to Y/N and back to Merit.

“She was going to find out eventually,” Merit said.

Merit ran through the front door and jumped into the air… and stayed there. He flew up, up, up, until he was several feet off the ground.

“Meet me there as soon as you can,” Merit said.

…

Kiran felt like his stomach was being stabbed with a knife bigger than his arm. His breathing was labored and shallow. He dared not take a deep breath, that only made the pain worse. He was distantly aware of Merit laying him down in an operating room, while guild doctors surrounded him.

“I know this is short-notice,” Merit said, “thank you for coming on a holiday, I know that-”

“You’d do it for us, Resonance,” one of the doctors said.

Something cold pierced Kiran’s skin, and then ice flooded his veins. Someone manhandled him into lying flat, and he screamed. He felt one of the doctors lift his shirt up and clean the area with an alcohol pad.

“What’re you-”

“Count backwards from ten,” the other doctor instructed.

“Why-”

“Do what she says, Kiran,” Merit said.

“Ten…nine…”

Kiran never got to eight. The lights faded above him, and then… nothing.

…

“You can come in now, Y/N,” Merit said.

Y/N shuffled into the recovery room. Coral, Laurel, Dr. Yamada, and herself had all piled into the scientist’s little red Miata and blitzed off to the Apollo’s Guild base. Oddly enough, Dr. Yamada never put his hands on the wheel.

“Appuru,” he had said, “take us to the guild please.”

Some blinking lights and some beeping noises, and the car had roared to life.

“Quickly, if you don’t mind.”

At that point, little rockets had popped out of the back of the car, and they were at their destination in under five minutes.

Kiran’s operation had taken much longer. Almost forty-five minutes. Appendicitis, the doctors had said. His appendix had been minutes away from bursting. If Merit hadn’t acted when he did, Kiran would likely have died from complications like peritonitis or sepsis. There were a lot of other fancy words the doctors used, and while Y/N wasn’t one hundred percent sure what they all meant, the general meaning got across: Kiran had been very, very lucky.

As Y/N stood in the doorway, she noticed how small Kiran looked in the bed. Kiran had never seemed so small before. Small, weak, fragile. Y/N hadn’t really registered before that even superheroes weren’t invincible. Now, however, it was crystal clear.

“Heyyyy,” Kiran slurred.

“Hi,” Y/N said.

She approached his bed.

“How do you feel?”

“Tired,” Kiran admitted, “really tired. Am I dreaming?”

Y/N held back a chuckle.

“No, you’re awake,” she said.

“Ohhhhh. Am I dead?”

“Nope.”

“Ohhhh. Well then how’d you get in here?”

“What do you mean?”

“Angels don’t show up unless you’re dreaming or dead,” Kiran mumbled, making a lot of clumsy gestures with his hands, “so, like, are you on a Christmas mission or something?”

Pink rose into Y/N’s cheeks. She stammered, looking for something appropriate to say to the clearly inebriated superhero.

Dr. Yamada entered the room.

“Daaaaad.” Kiran beamed.

Dr. Yamada didn’t show a visible reaction beyond his gaze softening. He sat down at Kiran’s bedside and produced a blanket he had been carrying under his arm.

“You scared us, Kiran,” he said, tucking the blanket around him, “you need to rest for some time. I’m telling you now before you can weasel your way out of it. No arguing.”

“Awwwww…”

Dr. Yamada fixed Merit with a questioning look.

“He’s on the good stuff.” Merit shrugged.

“He must be. Surrender isn’t his style.”

Coral and Laurel would stop by later to check on him. Merit would arrange guest rooms for Y/N and Dr. Yamada, but they would barely use them, opting instead to stay in Kiran’s hospital room for most of the night.

The Christmas presents sat neglected on a side table in Kiran’s house. It looked like the festivities were going to be stretched across a couple weeks.

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[floortile34]

hivemind girl who experiments with herselves. bioengineering. she is making all sorts of cool girls :3

girl with wings and claws. catecholamine hyperviolence girl who sleeps 23 hours a day. girl in time loop. all sorts they r swag

[stone-97]

GGY: SB - Truth

-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-CRACK-THUMP-THUMP-CRACK-

“I’m furious, beyond furious actually. This anger had been building ever since Becker was butchered by Glitchtrap and his obedient murder slave. Being stripped of control like that is nerve-wracking. It was important to send Becker on a goose chase, all those morons had to do was leave multiple trails out of the city. Should’ve known the plan was doomed to FAIL, but I’m not omnipotent, just overly cautious and paranoid.”

-BZBBZZZBZZBBZBBBZBZBZBZBZBZBZBZBZBZBBBZZBZZZZZZZBZZBZBZZZZZ-

I CAN’T BE EVERYWHERE; SLEEP IS A MUST FOR US! STABILITY REQUIRES SLEEP!

-BSBSBSBBSBSBSSBSBSBSBSBSBSBSBSSBSBSBSBSSBSBSBSBSBSBSBBSSB-

I CAN FEEL OUR BODY TREMBLE AS THE A FAMILIAR VOICE YELLS IN MY HEAD

              My head shakes as the buzzing fades away again, refocusing on the matter at hand. It had slipped my mind what the ramifications of denying the blinding weasel and the braindead puppet. Although, HIS plans went beyond resurrecting a worthless zombie, unlike my “associate’s” belief in the zombie’s gospel. I’m not a fool, the only reason Vanny was still useful was because she has VANESSA’S BODY. My host’s existence was testament to the zombie’s failed initial plan. Then again, it was a miracle that Glitchtrap didn’t order Vanny to dispose of Gregory.

“God dammit! What’s the point of gaining remnant if the dumbasses want child remnant specifically.” My hands vibrate from pain as I tore up failed notes to grasp ointment and gauze.

-RRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP-POP-SQUEELCH-FWIIIPPPP-RIP-TACK-

“Those two are doing as they please, disregarding the consequences and this new “plan” of theirs will be blown-up in their faces, don’t need to be a genius to see that.” My hair is ruined, and my base is dusty.

-CCCCCRRRREEEEEEEEAAAAK-

              I look at the worn photos in a corner, an echo of nostalgia filling my host before fading into obscurity. Gregory had turned every mirror in the base to the walls, but I know he’s hiding from that specter. I know the specter isn’t harmful, but Gregory suffered enough at the ghastly apparition of my “Boss” to leave mental scars. The apparition is talkative, a mechanic, and clearly a past victim, I don’t know who it is though they value family if their staring at pictures isn’t obvious enough.

“Gregory is an orphan by no fault of his own, I still see flashes of that night he became one by Glitch’s orders. I desired to be FREE, now I’m tired of it all, so fucking tired. Just a few more tuning sessions and I can set it all in motion.”

-CREAK-FWOOSH-CLICK-CLACK-CLICK-CLACK-FWOOSH-

-HRUM-HRUM-HRUM-HRUM-HRUM-HRUM-

              The comforting, amber glow of Gregory’s remnant illuminates this room, the jars are quiet and calm in his presence. However, the room adjacent to this crawl space closet is different, almost joyous in the windy whispers. Although I hadn’t the reason to look into Gregory’s memories, I’m aware of their shared past, but the remnant isn’t picky in what is transferred back into the body. So, I see Gregory’s childhood before the headset, yet it’s clear that Vanny existed before it all. I can’t understand what made her wait to kill THEM, she could’ve done it at any time prior. I can theorize but no proof exists to answer this query of mine.

-CLICK-CLACK-CLICK-CLACK-FWOOSH-CLICK-CLACK-CLICK-CLACK-FWOOSH-

-HROOO-GIGGLE-HROOO-GIGGLE-HROOO-GIGGLE-HROOO-GIGGLE-

-TINK-CLANK-TINK-CLANK-TINK-CLANK-TINK-CLANK-

“It’s all irrelevant, I need to finish what’s in store before those two get wise to my lip service and platitudes. Lucky for me, Vanny’s forethought isn’t beyond covering up her crimes, or she’d ask about the remnant I’m using. Time to check the others.” Crossing the gap to the door.

              This was the other secret I’d kept for so long, these jars are almost gone, soon nothing will stop me from getting what I want. I can feel the exhaustion in my being, but I’m almost finished, soon nothing will matter after this is all over, not Vanny, the missing children, nor the past. Gregory will wake believing it all to be nothing short of a bad dream, it’ll be better for us all in the end.

-Staring into the, now hung, mirror, with the ghost behind me-

              It’s merely a feeling, but a warm echo settled into my chest, guess you agree with my plan. I’m no longer looking at a reflection of blue eyes, only weary amber stared back, a splash of ever-present pain apparent in them. How it feels to watch an imposter live your life, steal your friends, and continuously bloody your hands until knee-deep in bodies. That is a kind of trauma I could never understand, but freedom is near, yours and MINE.

“Cassidy won’t agree to your plan, no longer will HE be in her grasp.” Sorrow hangs in the room from the ghost.

“What SHE desires is irrelevant, after all, she is still hiding from the consequences of HER actions.” Tis wrong to snap at him, but her actions led to this nightmare’s existence.

              I turn to the machine, Vanessa’s unconscious form strapped into the comfy chair. Moving her was easy, but Gregory worries, she’s gaunt, starved of nutrients, and so pale it’s as if she’s already dead. Yet, tis an improvement over how near-death she had been before the “tuning” I began. Calling it tuning was quite clever when the truth was that I’d been feeding the agony Vanny pulled from Vanessa back into Vanessa’s body.

-SLOSH-GURGLE-TINK-

              I stared down at the faintly glowing, emerald liquid sloshing and coiling the jar like a water snake. It YEARNS to return to the host. I lied when I told them that Vanny would overtake Vanessa, it wasn’t the opposite either, this would weaken Vanny’s hold tremendously, but it won’t be a miracle fix-it as I mentioned to the ghost. There are still other safeguards that warden set up.

“When the stage is set, I won’t be able to communicate with him, so you’ll have to in my stead.” My eyes glance to the darkened corner.

-TINK-SHINK-TINK-SHINK-TINK-SHINK-WWWHHHIRRRMMM-BUBBLE-BUBBLE-FSSSSS-

“Now then Vanessa, this is your final round of shots. Soon, you’ll be right as rain and on your way.” I slot the jars into the feeder before pressing the button.

              I’d set up Gregory’s feeder last night, so all I need is to sit and let the machine work as we sleep. Everything is done, soon Freddy will deliver Vanessa to the Lost and Found office. As for Gregory, my faithful partner will hide him in one of my burrows near the Atrium, just in time for the show. Vanny and Glitch will be scrambling to brainwash him again. I’ll be laughing the entire time, wherever I land when they realize the chip is gone, from Gregory.

              Remnant is a wonderful quick fix, as long as the one healed matches the one it’s pulled from. I glance at the faded scar that’s hidden by Vanessa’s right bang; it was shrinking more, and soon it’ll be completely gone. How easy those two were to convince, an unexpected accident with a Monty endo in P&S was all I needed as an excuse to put her under. Now, to get rid of the last piece, her chips.

-POP-HHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSS-SQUEAK-HIS-BUBBLE-SPARK-BZZZ-ZIP-GURGLE-

“It’s time for you to return, Gregory. This night will be nightmarish, perhaps traumatizing. No need to worry, you won’t be alone. Neither of you will be alone.” Situating myself comfortably, nodding to my assistant bot.

-WWWHHHIRRRMMM-BUBBLE-BUBBLE-FSSSSS-

              My vision blurs as the needles gently poke and the injections start flooding Gregory’s veins at once. No surprise, I feel at peace, my mind tranquil as the blur turns from white to black.

“-sigh- It’s finally time, will be amazing to sleep, uninterrupted.” Gregory’s head lolls as the rest of him relaxes into the chair.

“It’s time; wake up, Gregory, wake up.” My eyes close forever.

[bornetoblood]

Amature Hysterectomy

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

What if Tool got away and then a few years later they got sick/injured and ended up needing to be intubated at hospital? (For surgery I guess I do not understand medicine) I can just imagine them waking up early and a bit off from the drugs thinking that they’re in the machine again, would they openly panic or just go quiet and obedient?

[Tool.... comfort? Look I am making this up as a go.] 

CW: implied hospital setting, implied intubation, implied surgery, dis//sociation, flashback 

[Other Tool things (NOT FLUFFY)] 

They woke to a familiar feeling. Not a good one, oh no not a good one, but familiar nonetheless.

They hadn’t even opened their eyes before they let their consciousness slip away. They phased out, not letting anything reach them. If nothing could reach them, nothing could hurt them. They could just kind of drift, not fighting or suffering. Just waiting until things got better.

There was a sniff and the rustling of clothes. Someone else? The Mechanic? Was he here? Was he watching over them? They – Tool turned their head towards the sound and began to open their eyes. He liked that. Liked it when they tried to come back when he was there. He liked it when Tool got scared, light eyes ringed in helpless terror.

But it wasn’t the Mechanic. It was a girl, dark hair in high ponytail. She looked tired, head resting on her hands.

She looked familiar. They couldn’t place why.

After a moment, she looked up and saw they were awake.

“Hey,” she said softly, moving a little closer to the bed. Bed? Tool let it go. They started to let themself drift again, away from the world that could hurt them and scare them.

“Hey, Casper, hey you’re okay.”

Tool’s brows furrowed. Who – their thought process got interrupted by someone taking their hand and rubbing a thumb across it softly. They glanced down, distracted by her nail polish. Three of the fingers were purple, one was green, and the other was a glittery silver. Julie always did that though, saying that she had enough nail polish to make every finger a different color everyday.

Tool blinked, looked back up to the face. Julie?

They remembered their first day in the apartment, unnerved by all the people. Sharing a space with four other people? They hadn’t ever done that before. There would be a lot going on, wouldn’t there. Lots of people coming and going.

But they knew these people. Liked them. They were all nice, if a bit loud sometimes. They had chosen to sign the lease and move in with them. And there was a room, that was to be all theirs. They were going to pick out paint later.

“Heads up, Casper!” called a voice from behind them. Mike, carrying a mini fridge up the stairs. They moved out of his way, a bit confused.

“Casper?” They asked quietly. Julie popped her head out from the kitchen.

“Like the cartoon.”

They shook their head. They didn’t know what that was. Julie’s face lit up.

“Ohh, we are so watching movies tonight.”

Someone distantly yelled something about popcorn. Julie fake-gagged. “I swear to GOD Kai. You can make that truffle popcorn if you want, but I’m making the microwave stuff the way the farmers intended.”

She disappeared behind a wall again and they smiled. Casper. They kinda liked it.

They looked at her again, started to get scared. They wanted to go back to the apartment, they didn’t know what happened.

Julie shushed them, rubbing their hand. “You’re okay Casper. You’re in the hospital. Had a little surgery, but doc says you’re doing fine. You’ll be home soon. Can you try and get a little more sleep?”

They nodded, closing their eyes and squeezing her hand.

~ 

Tagging @unicornscotty @as-a-matter-of-whump @starnight-whump @whump-me-all-night-long @whump-it @rippedjeansandfadeddreams @valkyrie-whump cause Raccoon Comfort is so rare

[drinksss]

surprise asleep vivisection turned awake vivisection featuring @kwillow's lovely rat gentleman for artfight :^)