#lost limb

[huariqueje]

Lost Limb - Erik Weisenburger , 2022-23.

American , 1968-2023

Oil on panel , 24 x 20 in.

[peanutlolxd]

DTIYS for @tweve-draws Instagram challenge!!! :]

[flamingredanon]

Ellie severely fucked up her arm on a mission. Now she has a prosthetic one. (Doc V wasn’t available.) She’s pretty self conscious about it, but Right’s there to lend a hand. (And his heart. This man has a crush.)

Ellie felt awful ever since that day. Sure trying to punch an engine to stop a group of criminals wasn't her smartest move, but she had to do something to stop them and get back the treasure that they stole first.

Ellie stares at that flesh covered not quite plastic that was her new arm. She hates wearing it, she feels like the whole world looks at her for it and she feels like she is weaker because of it.

Ellie plopped down on her chair and sighed, before a knock on her door got her attention. She told Right to come in, knowing the familiar sound of metal knocking on metal. Right came in, and at one look at Ellie, scooped her up in his arms and sat her down on his lap.

Right asks Ellie what is the matter, but Ellie just looks at her prosthetic arm on the table and Right figures it out fairly quickly.

Right starts telling Ellie how miserable he was when he first got his cybernetics, how he felt weaker and less human, how hard it was to walk or even grab things with his right hand. He saw the stares and glares people gave him and just felt pretty badly.

But Right got better with his cybernetics and people just stopped staring or caring about his different limbs. And some days are still tough, but they are manageable, especially with a cute red head to look it.

Ellie let out a giggle before reaching to grab her prosthetic arm. Right was gentle with helping her put it on, and after adjusting it abit, Ellie put on her coat and Right opened the door for Ellie, kissing her human hand before they went about their day.

[rsm-hq]

Upon the call of death, what will you do?

[haro-whumps]

Bloodloss

CW: Bloodloss, disorientation, lady whumpee, recovery, actually pretty fluffy, trans woman naga caretaker, semi-human whumpee, chaos transbian attempts flirting with a disaster sapphic and vice versa

A continuation of yesterday’s @whumptober2020​ fill, found here

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Marielle woke slowly to the sound of someone humming and the steady thump-whirr-thump of a spinning wheel. Ugh, everything felt sore. Moving hurt. She was so tired. But someone was humming and Marielle was wired in her hindbrain to join in. She trilled weakly and tried to whistle along, but her attempts were little better than a babe’s.

The humming woman turned, and smiled at Marielle with a mouth half full of gums. She was a giantess, which made sense in hindsight. Her scales were a dull red with yellow striping, her skin the same sunless beige as Yuiko’s but wrinkly, gnarled at her knuckles. Her almond eyes were squinty with heavy laugh lines, and Marielle found they made her look kind, which soothed her somewhat.

“Well look who’s awake,” she greeted, the words a little garbled thanks to the missing teeth. “Let’s get some water in ya. Lost a lot of blood, you did.”

Marielle let herself be moved, half-sitting now against the rim of some form of nest. The water felt heavenly in her cottony mouth, settling her twisting stomach by increments. It was faintly embarrassing to need to be assisted in the simple task of drinking, but Marielle was grateful for the elder’s aid.

“You stayin’ awake long enough for Yuiko to come say hi?”

Marielle nodded. She was exhausted, but didn’t need to sleep again right away.

“Bitchin.”

Marielle blinked, a touch dumbstruck, and watched her slither to the door. There were no windows in this room, only candles and glowing stones, she noted, and it reminded her uncomfortably of when she had prepared herself for the ritual.

“Yo Yuiko! Yer girlie’s up!”

The company she kept was… distinctly different, however, so she remained grounded in the present. 

“Are you the,” hm, calling her ‘village crazy lady’ seemed rather impolite, “healer?”

The woman snorted a loud, cackling laugh. “Yuiko call me that?”

“Um, yes?”

The woman snorted again, sounding actually quite congested, and pat Marielle’s shoulder roughly. Not harshly, but rough, in the manner that came from old age and shaky hands.

“I heal folk as come to me, but I am what is called a village crazy lady around these parts,” the elder stated.

“A--Ah…”

“Yo! Marielle!” Yuiko shouted, bursting through the door and then suddenly right there in her space. “You’re up!”

“Uh,” Marielle said intelligently, her tail feathers fanned wide and the feathers of her remaining leg bristling.

“Oh shit is that your threat display?” Yuiko asked, rearing back on her tail in a way that might have been her giving Marielle space, if it weren’t for how she bowed her upper body in, inexorably curious. 

“Well… more of a startle response?” Marielle said timidly, NOT wanting to pick a fight with someone she’d personally witnessed kill a goddess.

“Oh, okay!” Yuiko said brightly, surging back in and running her massive fingers over the tail feathers. “These are so pretty! Love the blues.”

Marielle felt herself flush. A lot of her wanted to slap Yuiko’s hand away--she couldn’t just touch a woman’s tail without asking!--but also… she kind of didn’t mind…

“Thank you. Your scales are quite lovely as well.”

“Naw, mine? They’re all plain and brown.” She was wearing Marielle’s hairpiece, she noted, but what had taken up the back half of Marielle’s skull was more of just a pretty clip behind Yuiko’s ear.

“And green, sometimes,” Marielle pointed out, extending her hand but hesitating before she made contact. “May I?”

“May you what?”

“T-touch your tail,” Marielle mumbled, mortified by her own boldness.

“Oh yeah sure. I ain’t shy.” 

Marielle had gathered.

“She’s a polite one,” the elder commented, once again seated at her spinning wheel. Marielle felt a twist of pride at the praise.

“Yo old lady, you ain’t got your talking teeth in!’

“Bring ‘em here then.”

Yuiko clicked her tongue. “Your tail works! I am talking to my new friend!”

“And?”

Yuiko groaned, but complied. She slithered over to a cabinet and pulled out a cup, which she fished a set of dentures out of. The elder continued spinning as she did, which fascinated Marielle. In her roost, spinning wheels had pedals which they operated with their feet. Here, given the distinct lack of feet among giants, the wheels seemed to be operated with slings that were pulled by their tails. 

Yuiko handed her the dentures, which slot perfectly between her remaining teeth, and the elder gave her a solid thump between the shoulders.

“There, now quit yer nagging!”

Admittedly, she sounded much clearer now.

“Whatchu talkin’ about VCL? You’re the only nag here!” Yuiko laughed as the elder snapped her tail out, whip-like, and struck her scales. Marielle thought it would hurt terribly, but between the giantesses it seemed playful. “Or can’t you see that? Since you can’t even see well enough to know the glutton-gods look like fuckin’ lizards.”

“They look like pigs and we all know it.”

“Marielle back me up here, that bitch totally looked like a lizard right?”

“It…” honestly, it looked like both to Marielle, “It did.”

“Ha! See? My girl Marielle backs me up,” Yuiko gloated, swerving back over to the nest and flicking out her tongue to graze Marielle’s cheek.

Yuiko’s hair was very straight and very long, all the way down to her hips. Er--did she have..? The scales started right about there, and snakes didn’t have hips, but giants weren’t snakes, so… Either way, Yuiko’s hair was long, and had tricked Marielle’s mind into thinking Yuiko has some sort of covering on her top. She did not. She was very shirtless, and now, quite suddenly once again, she was very close.

“I,” Marielle said, swallowing thickly and looking pointedly at her face, “apologize, for the destruction of your clothing. Was it your only shirt?”

“Mm?” Yuiko hummed, distracted by playing with Marielle’s tail feathers again. “Oh, no, I just haven’t put a new one on yet. Like, yeah, getting dirt and rocks on my tits isn’t like, super fun? But it’s fine. This is more of a titty-out look.”

“I… see. This is customary in your culture?”

Yuiko made a high, thoughtful noise, scritching lightly at Marielle’s ankle feathers and scrunching up her nose. “I dunno?”

“Shirts are customary.”

“Yeah, I mean, I guess,” Yuiko relented with a flick of her tail. “But it’s not like they’re super important. And the VCL don’t care.”

“I’ve seen nakeder bodies than that!” the elder confirmed.

“Yeah! Like people’s guts ‘n stuff!”

“Ah.”

“Or like your leg! She got the mangled bit sawed off and cleaned it up and stuff. How are you feeling by the way?”

“A… little disoriented,” Marielle admitted. “Tired. My leg hurts and the rest of my body is sore.”

“I can up the numbing paste if the leg’s buggin’ you,” the elder offered, slithering away from her wheel and pulling an unmarked jar off a cluttered shelf all but overflowing with unmarked jars. She flicked out an absurdly long, forked tongue into the ceramic and nodded to herself. “Yep, this one’s the right one.”

Marielle could feel herself pulling a face, but didn’t have the presence of mind to stop herself. That was her mouth. Her mouth! Marielle could scarcely believe that a woman well past her childhood would just put unknown substances in her mouth!

“Yo Mari, you good?”

Marielle returned her attention to Yuiko, who was now half-inside the nest with her(!) and was still toying with her tail(!!) and had just given her a nickname(!!!).

“Yes?” she squeaked, feeling simultaneously hot but also clammy-cold.

“It’s probably the blood loss, kiddie,” the elder said, touching the inside of her wrist to Marielle’s forehead.

“Hm,” the elder grunted, “Turns out I dunno how hot you teenies are supposed to run.” She promptly ceased to care, scooping out a mild smelling paste with her pale fingers and then slathering it around the tiny ring of Marielle’s leg that both continued to exist, and wasn’t actively bandaged. She rubbed it in with small, heavy circles, initially painful, but whatever it was acted fast. Marielle felt a brief, cool sensation, and then all sensation dulled to a point of near-numbness, the pain only reaching her as though from a distance. 

It did leave Marielle feeling rather squished between the two giantesses, however. Marielle had never been on any particularly short side among her own people, but here she was… little. Yuiko was now fully inside the nest with her, leaning overtop of Marielle to watch the elder rub the salve into her upper thigh. Right, ah, right there at the top of the stump, which just so happened to be very close to her, um, well. Marielle looked away, but Yuiko’s position meant that Marielle came face to fast with her bosom. Flustered, she snapped her gaze all the way down, feeling her feathers flare.

“Oh, woah! Does that feel weird for you?” Yuiko asked, her attention drawn to the colorful plumage. She grinned like a child who’d been handed a toy, and resumed poking at Marielle’s tail. Her tail!

“It--it’s fine. Just a little cold at first.” Marielle was dizzy with mortification, pressed between two women casually handling intimate parts of her body like it didn’t even mean anything to them. And it probably didn’t! The elder was a healer, so Marielle could at least rationalize that, but Yuiko just simply existed outside of any social bounds Marielle knew about.

The idea that this was just a particularly strange afterlife, and that none of this was actually real, resurfaced.

But as she stared downward, she was reminded that she was not the only who’d lost blood on the goddess’s account. Her gaze rested on the padded bandaging on Yuiko’s side, where the tusk had grazed her. It was, despite Yuiko’s disposition, still relatively clean, or else very freshly changed, with only a bit of red spotting on the pale fabric.

“And, are you alright?” Marielle asked quietly, reaching out and brushing the backs of her knuckles lightly against the skin right above the wound.

“Hm? Oh, that? Naw, it takes way more than that to still my sway, don’t even worry about me bro.”

“Bro..?”

“Y’know. Bro? Like brother?”

“I am a woman.”

“Yeah me too.”

They stared at each other for a beat.

“While I am flattered by what I can only assume is a cultural form of endearment, I am no one’s brother.”

“No okay so, it’s like,” Yuiko started, lifting her spread hands by her head, but then paused. She squinted. She licked her lips, clicked her tongue, and turned back to Marielle. Without prompting, that time, which was not something Marielle had ever thought would be a thing worth noting.

“Y’know what. Forget about it, sis.”

Marielle smiled.

Yuiko blinked, eyes gone wide and pupils dilated, and her forked tongue blepped out. It was… profoundly cute, actually.

“Hey are you single?”

“What?”

“What.”

“I think it’s time for Marielle to drink some more water and go back to sleep,” the elder interjected, letting Marielle drink it herself this time. While some of her strength did feel returned, the mention of sleep reminded Marielle of just how exhausted she was, and she shuffled lightly to reposition herself comfortably in the nest. She would figure out what strange definition “single” had in this place later.

Right then, she had a long stretch of recovery ahead of her, and it would start with some more sleep.

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@killtheprotagonist

[icypantherwrites]

Whumptober: Got It

Whumptober Prompt: I’ve Got You — Carrying — Keith

Got It

Summary:  The scene in front of Keith didn’t change no matter how many times he blinked. Dead Galran commander. Downed sentries. Flashing alarm lights. And his right leg, lying there while he sat here in a growing puddle of blood.

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[sandershospitalau]

Aside from the recent lockdown, what's the craziest/busiest day any of you have seen during your tenures as medical professionals? - Birdie

Thomas: The day after the lockdown. I thought I had a lot of damage control to do during the lockdown. I was wrong. I was so wrong. At least I got that week’s suspension afterwards and was able to relax? Eh...

Joan: Thomas’s job was exhausting. Not doing medicine was more stressful than any day of practicing it.

Patton: Besides the quarantine, there was one time when an entire school got food poisoning. I can’t believe a school could be that negligent!

Virgil, scoffing: That would have to be every day before I joined Sanders.

Emile: Do you know that scene in Over the Garden Wall where a man is trapped in a gorilla costume and stampedes around terrorizing people? Replace that with a Mickey Mouse costume during my med school rotations.

Talyn: There was a big wreck on the highway out of Miami with some buses. I was running around all day talking to people.

Dr. D: Work never ends for a surgeon. Being busy is part of the job. I could hardly pick a certain day as my toughest.

*Logan takes a moment. He adjusts some papers and doesn’t look at you.*

Logan: Well, that answer is simple. It would be the day I lost my leg.

[fangirlfromdownunder]

Welcome back friendo, hope the testing went well! Can I get headcanons for Yang, Weiss, and winter with an S/O with a synthetic limb who's starting to feel self-conscious about the parts of them that they've lost

Hey there! It’s nice to be back to writing after a couple weeks. I’m fairly confident on my exams. Anyway~ Here you go.

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Yang:

Yang definitely understands what her s/o is going through, having lost a limb herself she understands how hard it can be to feel capable again

She’ll do everything within her power to make you feel good enough without what you’ve lost

Whether that be training you to fight again with the synthetic limb or decorating it so it’s your own personal thing

She’ll give you constant reassurance of how much she loves you, how good you look, how amazing you are, and so on

She’s very supportive of whatever you want to do to make you happy

If you ever say anything about you not being pretty anymore she will fight you

Not actually

But she will be angry

She’s having nothing to do with you not being confident about yourself

Weiss:

She doesn’t really understand. How can you feel self-conscious about something? You’re amazing in her eyes

She eventually works out what’s wrong though

She’ll have the best protection made for you

Functional and beautiful!

She’ll even design it herself

Happy birthday

If that doesn’t help she’ll shower you with praise and adoration

This is the best she can do to help

She wishes she could do more but she kind of understands that sometimes other people can’t help you feel better about yourself

She’ll try to help you become more confident with you’re new limb

She wishes she could go back and stop you losing it.

Winter:

Winter knows many people who have lost parts of there body, it comes with the profession

So when you start struggling with it she goes to talk to them about how to help you

She’ll take any help she can to improve your way of life

How you feel about your synthetic limb is all that matters to her

Wish it was prettier? No problem she’ll get you a new one

Don’t want to wear it? Okay then don’t

Wish it was also a gun? Of course

She’s very supportive of anything you chose to do to help you feel better about your lost limb