#AND WHERE IS HIS PROSTHETIC LEG!!!????

[fan-of-chaos]

WHY DOES HE LOOKS LIKE HE WAS CRYING A LOT???

I DO NOT LIKE THIS AT ALL!!! PLEASE TELL ME MIC ISN'T DEAD!!!

#AND WHERE IS HIS PROSTHETIC LEG!!!???? #I AM STRESSING!!! #BUT ALSO!!! #WELCOME BACK DADZAWA!!!!! #THIS TIME OFFICIALLY!!! #bnha #bnha spoilers #bnha 419 #bnha manga spoilers #mha 419 #mha spoilers #mha #aizawa #aizawa shouta #gin posts bnha

[bonefall]

i'm ngl depicting thunder's prosthetic as a burden is pretty uncomfortable even if it is something some amputees experience because like. there's a huge stigma around prosthetics already you know? it's like having a parent forcibly strap a child into a wheelchair when they don't need it and having a horrible experience with it and that being your only character in a wheelchair. some full-time wheelchair users do resent their wheelchairs but when that's the only time you're bringing it up at all it feels like you're playing into our society's perception of wheelchairs and mobility aids in general as useless and best and divine punishment at worst. idk do let me know if i'm wording this wrong because i really do love better bones! it's just that this detail is... strange.

I mean, I'm open to feedback if that's not something I should do-- but I do actually have other characters in prosthetics and mobility aids! A lot of them! Thunderstar's actually the only one who ends up rejecting his own, because I also wanted to depict that it's bad to force a device onto someone who does not want one.

Especially in circumstances like Thunder Storm's, where that sort of device would be actively unhelpful for his lifestyle. It might help in open field environments like moorland, but then I got more feedback and realized that it would just make a lot of unwanted noise in a forest (since cats have carpal whiskers to help them figure out where to place their paws). Then I figured it was a good way to show how BB!Clear Sky doesn't actually listen to his son's needs and acts differently when he's not "grateful" enough for his gift.

But he's far and away from the only one with a mobility aid or prosthetic!

I haven't figured out Frog entirely yet, but he's going to be the first cat with a "wheelchair" type device, to set up a long line of cats through the generations improving on it (Probably not much more than a reinforced canvas or durable leather, as this was the age of very early flax processing)

Wildfur's the next in the big advancements, even making the Great Journey in his own and getting a side story based around Littlecloud and Cinderpelt collaborating over this

The device is then improved upon by Jessy for Briarlight, giving her a level of independence and confidence that she needs to finally cut her mom out until she learns how to behave

Deadfoot has a brace for his front paw because the joint is loose (it was based on a friend's carpel tunnel bracelet) which is affectionately referred to as The Bonker; his name is also now an Honor Title (Old name: Hoprunner) for inventing a battle move by distracting with his good paw, and then SLAMMING his other limb down hard on his opponent. It's called "deadfooting."

I think mobility devices are super important, usually massively improve quality of life, and I just enjoy designing them, so the choice to portray Thunder Storm's as negative was a very deliberate one that I did in response to what I thought was a desire in representation. Even the fact it's a hind-leg prosthetic was thought out, since those have a much higher satisfaction rate in humans than hand prosthetics, but in a cat would probably be the opposite.

Still, I'm not missing a limb, so now with all of that context presented, do you still think the same thing? Should I just add even more limb prosthetics to make the ratio of satisfied prosthetic users vs Thunder Storm even steeper?

Sunlit Frost is actually going to have a bite on his good paw go septic (the other side has permanent damage from the fire). I could have that paw get amputated and have Thunderstar "return the favor" for how Sunlit Frost created the prosthetic he rejected by helping him build his own. A pawsthetic, if you will

OR would it be better to just remove the subplot of Thunder Storm grappling with/rejecting a prosthetic that is unfitting for him entirely, and have all prosthetics be 100% treated as positive in the narrative?

#I especially want to hear from anyone who happens to be missing limbs or uses some sort of mobility or accessibility device #Ultimately I consider myself a pretty confident and well-read person but I'm just a single guy! #So I'm open to changing stuff if it's not accomplishing what I wanted it to #I'm not perfect and don't know everything. So I try to listen. #Though I will admit that I am a little emotionally attached to Thunder rejecting the leg prosthetic #I WILL drop it and back off if it is unpopular #but in addition to just liking there being an example of a time where one is unwanted and being able to explore *why* #(with a very important and powerful POV character mind you) #I do like the symbolism of it #With him chewing it off after leaving with Sunlit #Like he's literally leaving the expectations of his father behind #And Sunlit complaining about good leather and hard work lmao #BUT that said. It wouldn't be worth it if I was doing something very insensitive SO lmk. #bone babble #disability #prosthetics

[chiropteracupola]

another take on these three, with my own designs this time!

#em draws stuff #em is posting about the wizard of oz in this the year 2023 #I had Fun with the last one but not as much as fun as I wanted to have so this is the one where I had More Fun #just stealing all the things I like from various book illustrations and then adding the stuff I felt would work well! #nick's arms and legs are based on some of james gillingham's prosthetic work in the late nineteenth century! #thought that it would be nice to make that a little more practical/fitting to his backstory #and then I think the hat-decoration on scarecrow is borrowed from various other Guys With Big Floppy Pointy Hats #guy with big floppy pointy hat is a gender I think

[meadowsofmay]

so i was re-watching rtte and remembered an old headcanon that i came up with and that i would absolutely love to share with all of you — we all know, that there are days when riders act so insufferable hiccup is about to go mental or batshit crazy or pull a "tiran" and send everyone in different directions with the stupidest tasks possible just so he can have a moment to breathe.

but what if, there are days when riders are so insufferable with their jokes about him that hiccup decides to joke too. during one of the late night checking of the island, he foresees the steel trap and steps accidentally in it — prosthetic leg, of course, but he yells like his only healthy leg got chomped off.

should i mention, that snotlout almost lost his heart and soul when he heard that scream and imagined the worst scenario possible?

«aw, snotlout, were you really that worried about me?»

«only that without both legs you'll become even more annoying... shut up, hiccup»

#this post is brought to you by that scene where hiccup steps into the trap on the hunters ship and goes #'well that's an advantage of having a metal leg' #like BOY? #also #something about hiccup having dark/cruel sense of humor really tickles my brain #or better to say scratches it sooo good #like imagine him picking up tuffnut tendency to joke about his prosthetic #and turning into his own dark coping mechanism #hiccup haddock #snotlout jorgenson #astrid hofferson #fishlegs ingerman #ruffnut thorston #tuffnut thorston #how to train your dragon #httyd #may writes

[galaxyofmylonelymind]

I decided the perfect way to start off my new blog would be to repost the full-body picture of Vali's design I did recently.

I want to be very clear that Captain Null, or @captain0null, is me. This is just a side blog I've decided to dedicate specifically to Vali's universe (and my other original projects).

I want to thank @jookpubstock as always for the wonderful pose references I used to draw this!

#The Wilds #Vali #my art #digital art #digital drawing #my oc #my oc art #art #I figured why not make a dedicated blog for The Wilds and Mythos and whatnot? #It can be a nice archive of everything I write and draw and think of for these universes. #Anyway I'm starting off this entire thing with my beloved Vali who at this point is the oldest character I'll be posting about here #It's really nice to have a concrete design drawn for him #As I only had written descriptions of him in the past #It's interesting to me how much of his design has changed and which of the details stayed the same #He's has blue and yellow eyes from the beginning #And I've used him with a white cloak in the past too though that changed quite a few times #As I roleplay with him quite a bit in modern settings where he's often depicted with a yellow hoodie #The rest of his design is relatively new since I settled him into a medieval setting #He's had a prosthetic leg for awhile though

[engagemythrusters]

domino twins

#part of that same au i did for dogma and tup #yea. so. fives has trauma bc he watched his twin 'die' then he watched tup lose control and then everything was different #his whole life purpose was gone in a flash and he was the cause of it--nobody to blame but himself #and tup is struggling due to the aftermath of the faulty chip and dogma isn't himself and. and echo was gone but now he's back. #and nothing is okay but everything is okay and he doesn't know what to do so he just. he throws everything at helping echo get better. #because what else is is he going to do? tup is focused on dogma. and echo... echo really needs the help. #sure maybe deep down its about getting fives out of his head but it really really is important he help echo #bc you don't just... come away from freezing in techno union's hands--with less than half of your human body--and jump back to normal #those legs and scomp had parts fused to him. parts of him never healed from the explosion. and parts of him got eaten by the frost. #and he's massively underweight because feeding a repurposed mechanised POW wasn't high on priorities #and then the cold fucked up his metabolism so he's trying to gain back weight that he can't... #and overall... #it's not going so great. but echo is home and--while he's healed completely (as far as he can be healed anyway)--he gets a night or two #per week in a bacta tank to deal with the chronic pain. and he's getting used to the prosthetics and the tubes and bags #going into where his stomach used to be. and everything can be so goddamn triggering sometimes but. #he's alive. with fives. #and if he just is alive for fives... then fives will be okay. right? fives will be okay if he's okay... so he needs to be okay... #ANYWAY YEA i got a lot of things to say xoxo #saleucami au #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #fives and echo #star wars: the clone wars #star wars #the clone wars #my art

[kingbuffy]

When fanfics have the mold give Ethan his fingers back I check-out immediately because that's such weak sauce man. Let my man be disabled bro.

#im okay with heisenberg building him prosthetics tho #but having him literally grow his fingers back is lame #ethan winters #resident evil #fanart that gives him scars where his hands and leg were cut off are chefs kiss #re 8 #resident evil village

[fizzing-saturn]

hes practically an oc at this point

#kazuichi souda #artskunk #traditional drawing #sketch #remnants of despair #at some point he just started losing limbs when i visualize him #and i am a SUCKER for animalistic prosthetics #btw his arms are. floating. like tasque manager from deltarune. if you even care #he overcompensates for being short by building himself just absolutely massive bird legs. for maximum damage #mans is like 6’9’’ at least now. idk hes my favorite i babygirlify him sooo much #the tail is for balance and also its spiky/spiney so that he can just swing it and basically decapite/maim a dozen people at once #the ear things are actually comms. #in case you cant tell i have an elaborate AU where they never get caught/the NWP never happens. #theyre all in their thirties. yes there are children. souda has like 5 because of course he would. #NONE of them have names because i suck at naming things/ocs

[jiinglespurs]

Feiyu the Great Illusionist! a traveling magician looking for the murderer of his mentor

#edenart #eden's ocs #feiyu #my beloved sillyguy #i kisses him on the lips #genshin OC #hes from liyue but got his prosthetic leg made in fontaine #thats where he lost his partner and his leg too #been through shit but life goes on! we stay silly

[worm-wood-words]

Too tired to write but also can't stop The Scenes™ from playing out in my mind.

#bits about Arvel's healing magic and also the man in the bar healing Kahn's broken bones #i mean it's not perfect and it's painful for both the man and Kahn for different reasons but it does work in the end #also just sort of trying to flesh out the healing magic in my head. for most people who have it (mostly loethan) it's close #range or on touch. depending on the person it might hurt or drain the caster too and they might have to be able to see #the specific injury or at least where it is (such as when the man in the bar has to cut into Kahn's leg and arm to see his bones) #it almost never works on nerve damage. never on organs except maybe internal bleeding or injuries so severe the organs are #exposed. (basically just trying to say it won't heal organ failure). so it's pretty much best for broken bones and cuts. works better the #more recent the injury was. technically has the ability to regrow limbs but that's most likely never shown. (torn between whether #or not veren gets his arm regrown or a prosthetic. probably prosthetic since he lost it years ago) #doesn't work on illnesses or poisoning or stuff like that. that's still the domain of alchemists. also since on the areas it shuts #does. I'm not retyping that. on the areas it does heal its just rapid cell regrowth which most of the time is fine. but then there's #Arvel. who can do it both on touch and at range and uses the whole rapid cell growth thing as a method of torture. add the whole #light minions thing and the fact that his abilities include a rapid healing factor on himself (and that unlike a lot of people #his abilities work rapidly on others and he can easily get over any drain it has on him) #and yeah it's understandable why Len loses the first fight and why a lot of people don't stand up to him much. even his wife who doesn't #have powers at all ends up progressively more afraid of him. like the only way to possibly wound him in a meaningful way is to get the #drop on him and find some way to inflict severe damage on a vital spot and keep whatever you used to do that inside of him long enough #for him to eventually not be able to heal around it anymore. i don't know just thinking about how he's such a twisting of typically 'good #guy' powers. like his main things are light and healing he should be the hero or like high up supporting cast but nope he's just #trying to subjugate everyone and rule the whole damn continent because of a might makes right ethos and the fact that he does #certainly have might on his side #maggot original

[softgrungeprophet]

if comic artists don't stop drawing flash thompson with his pants inexplicably tucked into his fucking prosthetic legs i'm gonna start biting people

#there are so many problems with the way people draw his legs and literally all of them would be alleviated #by a SINGLE google search for ''above knee prosthetics'' #Like LITERALLY one single google search and looking at even one single image of a real human being #you don't tuck your JEANS or your CARGO shorts into the sockets #the sockets go ALL the way to the groin #(admittedly that one is a bit harder to tell but that's cause you can just. wear pants over them!) #you wear SHOES with them if they aren't running blades #you can just draw him in pants and shoes also! #people with prosthetic legs still wear pants like other people lmao #also i don't care if it's comics because this kind of dismissal of research shows just how little people care about disability #it's an afterthought in every way and it reflects the real world attitudes people have where it doesn't actually matter #you can just make shit up because who cares about what disabilities are actually like #and i hate that mentality a lot

[orangeofthegarden]

Excerpt from a short Jearmin thing I wrote bc I was bored <3

["Again, I could've left you to die at any point, but I never back down from a fight. I'm a lot like Eren in that respect. You could call me a suicidal blockhead just the same. The difference between us two is that I,"

He shot a glance back at Jean.

"-and don't tell him I said this, but, I have the brains to choose my battles." Armin returned his attention to the project laying on his desk. "Eren will rush into any old fight no matter the odds, which is admirable, but arguably foolish. But I take no issue in avoiding confrontation entirely if I don't think it's worthwhile. But I never back down once I've started something. I don't run away."

Armin turned around in his seat to face Jean.

"I considered whether or not to help you out, thouroughly, and I thought it worthwhile. My stance hasn't changed on that.]

#mkay so rereading this it seems very cold but i promise its very sweet in context #for realsies #i make up a lot of scenarios abt my favorite characters when i fall asleep and this was one of them #so like there is context #like #okay so remember when SPOILER Reiner and Bertholt tried kidnapping Eren and Historia #and there was that one like 5 second shot of armin protecting Jean who was KNOCKED OUT COLD after having a whole ass titan thrown on him #and Armins doing this with one arm too like bro had his work cut out for him #bro is betting on loosing dogs #sorry back on track #well this is a scenario where armin lost like a whole leg during that whole transaction #so oops #guilt and stuff #but like #make it comfort instead #(the project on his desk is a handmade prosthetic isn't that neat??) #sorry is it weird to write a whole new post in the tags #am i rambling #well at least im not RUMBLING #BAZINGA #I'll stop now thx if you read allat you're a soldier #here come the tags i actually NEED to put so stop reading #jearmin #aot #attack on titan #jearmin ship #jean x armin #armin arlert #jean kirstein #armin aot

[saym0-0]

grahh i need to remind myself to Not Involve myself in fandom space in this fandom. look at pretty fan creations thats it. im guilty of kinda posting about the fandom (see: this post) but i need to put it somewhere yk. idk everyone is so negative sharing their opinions on other peoples headcanons,, im going back to my complex roseblings/esmp1 centric multiverse that i havent properly posted about even tho its fully how i see the characters. what am i even saying im not tagging this post i dont want people to find it

oh my god guys do NOT open tags i reached character limit on most of them AND got to all 30 tags

#actually though i need to talk about my esmp centric multiverse #ik i just said no tags but #these dont count they're not filter tags #theres like two versions of my silly multiverse. one is like #3 time periods: esmp1 #ocs/the ancient capital before it was ancient and esmp2 #the other version is basically most of the emperors r born nd raised on esmp1 #but when they 'come of age' 17-20 depending on the empire #they go onto other servers and basically become travelled people. they're only allowed 2 come home when the current ruler is gonna die soon #harsh. but we ball. N E WAYS yeah empires is well known across servers as one of the biggest 'home servers' basically where people just liv #like theres games servers like mcc or hypixel and theres like. building servers idk like hc? idk servers are sorted into catagories #empires is a hardcore home server. for citizens. its kinda fucked up how tulers get infinite respawn just bc the world says so but whatever #basically rulers r pretty anonymous they go by their titles so they can live as regular players in that time from adult to ruler. #their faces arent recognisable outside of the server itself. HOOO I JUST REMEMBERED MY FAV JOEL HC THAT I JUST KNOW THE FANDOM EOULD HATE I #THEY KNEW. basically hes a bearded vulture hybrid bc hes my fav and they're my fav bird thats it thats my reasoning. also mezalea colourful #bearded vultures wear makeup u get my drift. also he makes clones and can transfer his soul into them. pre last life where they get yoinked #his bird body has never left the esmp server. as a precaution against kidnapping he has these cuffs on his real ankles like a house arrest #that beep when they go off server #because safety reasons or something idk i just think its funny. ANYWAYS i think its silly fwhip gets away from the rapture scott free so he #gets some pretty gnarly 3rd degree burns and also loses his leg. he builds his own prosthetic like he built his own wings woot woot. #also hes a changeling. and he and gem are twins. and sausage is their half brother older by 3 years but acts younger. if u care #saus inheritef the throne at 18 a year after he went exploring bc his dad became unexpectedly ill #no reason for that i just wanted to. also i stole the changeling fwhip from my fav fanfic ever if u see this ill tell the name #depending on ur tastes roseblings either manage to server hop to hermitcraft bc fwhips default state is a direct copy of gem bc changeling #so they kinda trick the whitelist and he recovers and probably gets help w his leg from the hermits bc theres so many metal hermits jc/pos #thats the silly hurt comfort hermit route the other one is closer to canon where they settle somewhere probably on a private server with #their 3 dragons and they heal pretty isolated from everyone. gem goes back nd forth to hc and after hes mostly healed fwhip goes to hardcor #othef servers like afterlife and esmp2 i think are literally rp like they just want lighthearted fun w friends so they roleplay dragons wit #their illusion magic that they havs or something #I RAN OUT OF TAGS LMAOOOO YALL GET NO MORE ITS 12:37 BYE

[gogogodzilla]

day 31, sex pollen

peeta mellark x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, dubcon, unprotected sex, fuck or die, semi-public sex, slight dirty talk, reader gets sad at the end, multiple orgasms, dedicated to @omgbrcat hope you enjoy it bestie kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

You didn’t think you’d ever run so fast and wildly in your life. Well, except for last year when you were fighting for your life and running away from everything that was trying to kill you. 

Peeta was a few steps behind you, slower and stumbling a bit due to his prosthetic leg. You threw a glance over your shoulder every few seconds, just to make sure he was still there with you. 

The various leaves and foliage of the jungle hit you as you ran. You hardly even notice as the foliage shifts from a  normal lush green to unnatural shades of pinks, purples, and blues. You did notice, however, when one of the plants shoots a dusty substance directly in your face as you run past it. 

You lost your footing as you attempted to wipe the dust off your face. Peeta came up beside you, arms outstretched and ready to pick you up. 

“Don’t!” you shouted as you slowly stood, slightly relieved that your face didn’t immediately burn off. “I don’t want it to affect you, whatever it is.”

Your ears strained as you tried to discern if the mutts were still on your tail. 

“Do you hear them?” Peeta questioned, echoing your thoughts. “Y’know since you have a Capitol-engineered ear and all.”  

You huffed out a laugh as you listened. You couldn’t hear the familiar rustle of leaves, and you relaxed slightly. You knew never to get too comfortable in the arena, but your lungs were burning and you needed to get this stuff off your face. 

“Do you still have the spile?” you asked, attempting to avoid the way your body felt like it was on fire and your heart was pounding in your chest. 

“Yeah,” he breathed, as he began to hammer it into the trunk of a nearby tree. You prayed that the trees wouldn’t be as hazardous as whatever was covering your face. You watched as he stuck a finger under the liquid flowing out of the spile, checking to make sure it was safe. 

He wrapped his hand around your elbow and it felt like fire bloomed under his touch. He was gentle as always as he guided your face under the water. You dragged your hands over your face as you washed off the dusty substance that had covered it. You attempted to rid yourself of the inferno burning under your skin. 

Your cheeks flushed as you pulled away from the stream of water. Peeta’s touch was fleeting but your entire body ached for him. It was a strange feeling, unlike anything you’d ever felt before. 

Your heartbeat pounded in your chest with every shaky breath you took. You hunched over, attempting to calm yourself. A thin sheen of sweat begins to cover your skin, and your eyebrows furrowed in something akin to pain. 

You heard Peeta call your name, but the only thing you could get out was a whimper. He was on you within seconds, gripping your shoulders and shaking you slightly. You scrambled out of his touch, thinking clearly enough to know that you needed to get away from him. 

“What’s wrong?” he questioned, voice desperate and eyes frantically searching over your form. You hurriedly crawled away from him. 

You shook your head, as you pressed your back against a tree. “I— I don’t know. I feel hot,” you breathed, conflicted between clenching your thighs together and spreading them for him. 

 Peeta kneeled in front of you, eyes soft, “How can I help?” 

You remembered before you’d entered your first Games together how he didn’t want the Game to change him. You were thankful that he was still the same sweet boy you entered the arena with. He was different in some ways, of course. No one left the arena unscathed, but who he was at his core was unwavering. 

Your vision was becoming hazy, and a dull ache where you’d never felt it before emerged. You let out a low groan as the heat blistering down to your bones becomes almost unbearable.

Peeta crawled between your legs and cupped your face. You hissed at his touch, leaning into him. You gripped onto his sides, nails digging into the soft flesh through his suit. His touch felt heavenly against your skin, a ravenous hunger for more filled you to the very brim.

“Touch me,” you whimpered out, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. “Please, Peeta.”

He swiped a thumb across your cheek, and your grip on his tightened. You tugged him closer, your limbs seeming to move on their own. You made a small, strangled sound in the back of your throat. 

Peeta’s lips were hesitant against yours as he kissed you. He was always so gentle with you, never wanting to cross a line. You moaned against him, and swiped your tongue across his bottom lip, desperate to taste him. 

You wrapped your arms around his back and clawed at the zipper to his suit, tugging it down as much as you could. He sucked in a breath as you yanked his suit off of his shoulders, practically manhandling him. You were giving the Capitol exactly what they wanted, but you didn’t care. 

The ache deep between your legs was growing with every moment, and your body temperature rose along with it. Your kisses increased in desperation until you were pleading against Peeta’s lips and writhing against him. 

“It’s okay,” Peeta soothed, reaching behind you to unzip your suit. “I’ll help, it’s okay.” 

You hurriedly peeled your suit off your shoulders, letting out a sigh as Peeta’s fingers trailed over the newly exposed skin. Your cheeks flushed as he leaned down to press open-mouthed kisses against the column of your neck and your chest. 

You ran your hands over the smooth expanse of his chest, the feeling doing little to quell the electricity crackling under your skin. His tongue circled your nipple, eliciting a breathy whine from you. 

You raked your hands through the hair at the nape of his tugged and tugged on the strands. A groan vibrated in his throat, and his hands splayed against your ribcage. 

“Peeta,” you whined as he kneaded your other breast and you clenched your thighs around him. 

You couldn’t stand not having him for a second longer and you hooked your arms under his, gripping him tightly as you rolled to the side. You landed on top of him, straddling him. You panted as you finally got a good look at him. His eyes were half-lidded and he was flushed and breathing heavily. His pupils were blown wide as he looked up at you. 

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, “Is it getting to you, too?” 

He nodded, attempting to steady his breathing. You stood and shimmied out of your suit, tossing it to the side. You leaned down to hook your fingers into the waistband of Peeta’s suit and looked up at him through your lashes. The quick dip of his head was all you needed, and you were practically ripping his suit off of him. It wasn’t the first time you’d taken off Peeta’s pants, but you flushed all the same. You were too focused on saving his life last time to worry about being embarrassed. 

You were back on him faster than your hazy mind could process, your hips moving on their own accord as you ground against his thigh. His length pressed against your belly, warm and unbelievably hard, as you dragged your hips against him. 

You reached down and stroked him in time with each rut of your hips. He let out a mix between a whimper and a sigh as you did. Your movements quickened, and you buried your face in the crook of Peeta’s neck. With each twist of your wrist around his cock, he was letting out noises that had heat pooling in your belly. His tip was leaking, and you loved the sound he made when you ran your thumb over it. 

Peeta’s fingertips dug into the plush of your hips so hard you didn’t doubt that he’d leave bruises. The animalistic part of you that had taken control wanted him to mark you in every way possible. Your slick had begun to cover Peeta’s thigh, allowing you to easily grind against him.

Your strokes became more erratic as your pace against Peeta’s cock increased. You both were so wound tight you might burst. You’d never been so aware of your pulse pounding in your ears, and you came with a strangled cry. Tears coated your cheeks as warmth encased your entire being and you spasmed against Peeta. You had a moment of respite as you thought the plant’s effects had subsided, but the drive to ravish him returned with a vengeance. 

He followed you off the precipice soon after you calmed down, back arched and head thrown back as his release covered your knuckles. The fog that surrounded your head cleared just enough for you to realize just how pretty Peeta looked like this. If you were going to die, you didn’t think you’d get a better view. 

Your pace slowed but Peeta was still hard in your hand. The boiling heat still lingered under your skin, and your pulse quickened. You wondered if that was the Capitol’s goal; to make you so fucked out you succumb to exhaustion or burn you from the inside out. 

Peeta looked utterly exhausted and a coil of guilt settled in the pit of your stomach. 

“Just one more, please,” you begged, trailing kisses down his neck. He nodded against you, and you could’ve cried from the relief that washed over you.

You lifted your hips and aligned the tip of his cock with your entrance, gasping at the sensation. Peeta’s hips bucked up unconsciously, shoving himself deeper inside you. A pained hiss left you, and Peeta cried out a thousand apologies, his iron grip returning to your hips once more. 

“I’m sorry. You’re just— Fuck… So— tight,” he babbled out, brown eyes glazing over. You pressed a featherlight kiss against his cheek, thoughts too consumed with his cock inside you to reassure him properly. You slowly lowered yourself onto him, sighing when your hips were finally flush. Peeta had his eyes screwed shut, gritting his jaw in thinly veiled restraint. 

Your hands settled on his shoulders as you began to rock your hips against his. Peeta rested his head against the tree as you rode him, releasing little pants and moans with every thrust of your hips. 

With each moment that passed your movements became more erratic, desperate to reach your peak once again. Peeta’s hands frantically roamed your body, grasping and kneading whatever inch of skin he could reach. 

He reached a hand between the two of you and drew hurried circles around your clit. He lifted his hips to meet yours, jutting himself deeper inside you. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled your ears, and you prayed you were the only ones trapped in this portion of the arena. 

It took no time for your release to hit you, practically knocking the wind out of you as you clenched around Peeta’s cock. Your vision went hazy, and for a moment you feared you’d pass out. 

Peeta finished with a few more rolls of your hips against his. He filled you to the brim, his release hot and steady coated your walls. 

Your vision cleared as you came down from your high. The fire within you had finally dissipated, and you breathed a sigh of relief. You felt exhaustion consume you as you slumped against Peeta. 

“I’m sorry,” you slurred out, clinging onto Peeta like your life depended on it. Your face screwed up and you felt your throat tightening. 

“It’s okay. You’re okay,” he rushed out, running his hands over your body, attempting to soothe you as quiet sobs wracked your body. Your last thought before drowsiness overtook you was of how much you didn’t deserve Peeta Mellark. 

Your heart pounded as you awoke, adrenaline spiking as you heard someone calling your name. You jumped to your feet, eyes frantically searching your surroundings. Your movements caused Peeta to stir and his eyes shot open, the same panic gracing his features. 

You tugged on your suit, grimacing at the dried cum that covered your inner thighs. You tossed Peeta his suit and pulled him to his feet. You didn’t know how long you’d been out, and the thought turned your stomach. Someone could’ve easily come along and killed you both. 

You grabbed your weapon while Peeta removed the spile from the tree. 

“Let’s just hope our sponsors enjoyed the show,” you joked, immediately cringing as soon as the words left your mouth. 

The corners of Peeta’s mouth quirked up, “I’m sure they did.”

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[cy-cyborg]

Writing and drawing amputee characters: Not every amputee wears prosthetics (and that's ok)

Not every amputee wears prosthetics, and not doing so is not a sign that they've "given up".

It's a bit of a trope that I've noticed that when an amputee, leg amputees in particular, don't wear prosthetics in media its often used as a sign that they've given up hope/stopped trying/ are depressed etc. If/when they start feeling better, they'll start wearing their prosthetics again, usually accompanied by triumphant or inspiring music (if it's a movie). The most famous example of this is in Forest Gump, Where Dan spends most of the movie after loosing his legs wishing he'd died instead. He does eventually come around, and him finally moving from his wheelchair to prosthetics is meant to highlight this.

The thing is, it's not that it's unrealistic - in fact my last major mental health spiral was started because one of my prosthetics was being a shit and wouldn't go on properly, despite fitting perfectly at the prosthetist's the day before. I'm not going to use my legs when I'm not in a good headspace, but the problem is, this is the only time non-prosthetic using amputees ever get representation: to show how sad they are. Even if that's not what the creator/writer necessarily intended, audiences will often make that assumption on their own unless you're very careful and intentional about how you frame it, because it's what existing media has taught them to expect.

But there are lots of reasons why someone might not use prosthetics:

they might not need them: this is more common in arm amputees because of how difficult it can be to use arm prosthetic, especially above-elbow prosthetics. Most folks learn how to get on without them pretty well. In fact, most of the arm amputees I know don't have prosthetics, or only have them for specific tasks (e.g. I knew a girl who had a prosthetic hand made specifically for rowing, but that's all she used it for).

Other mobility aids just work better for them: for me, I'm faster, more manoeuvrable and can be out for longer when I'm in my wheelchair than I ever could on my prosthetics. Youtube/tik tok creator Josh Sundquist has said the same thing about his crutches, he just feels better using them than his prosthetic. This isn't the case for everyone of course, but it is for some of us. Especially people with above-knee prosthetics, in my experience.

Other disabilities make them harder to use: Some people are unable to use prosthetics due to other disabilities, or even other amputations. Yeah, as it turns out, a lot of prosthetics are only really designed for single-limb amputees. While they're usable for multi-limb amps, they're much harder to use or they might not be able to access every feature. For example, the prosthetic knee I have has the ability to monitor the walk cycle of the other leg and match it as close as possible - but that only works if you have a full leg on the other side. Likewise, my nan didn't like using her prosthetic, as she had limited movement in her shoulders that meant she physically couldn't move her arms in the right way to get her leg on without help.

Prosthetics are expensive in some parts of the world: not everyone can afford a prosthetic. My left prosthetic costs around $5,000 Australian dollars, but my right one (the above knee) cost $125,000AUD. It's the most expensive thing I own that I only got because my country pays for medical equipment for disabled folks. Some places subsidise the cost, but paying 10% of $125,000 is still $12,500. Then in some places, if you don't have insurance, you have to pay for that all by yourself. Even with insurance you still have to pay some of it depending on your cover. Arm prosthetics are even more expensive. Sure, both arms and legs do have cheaper options available, but they're often extremely difficult to use. You get what you pay for.

they aren't suitable for every type of environment: Prosthetics can be finicky and modern ones can be kind of sensitive to the elements. My home town was in a coastal lowland - this means lots of beaches and lots of swamp filled with salty/brackish water. The metals used in prosthetics don't hold up well in those conditions, and so they would rust quicker, I needed to clean them more, I needed to empty sand out of my foot ALL THE TIME (there always seemed to be more. It was like a bag of holding but it was just sand). Some prosthetics can't get wet at all. There were a few amputees who moved to the area when I was older who just didn't bother lol. It wasn't worth the extra effort needed for the maintenance.

People have allergies to the prosthetic material: This is less of a problem in the modern day, but some people are allergic to the materials their prosthetics are made from. You can usually find an alternative but depending on the type of allergy, some people are allergic to the replacements too.

Some people just don't like them.

There's nothing wrong with choosing to go without a prosthetic. There's nothing wrong with deciding they aren't for you. It doesn't make you a failure or sad or anything else. Using or not using prosthetics is a completely morally neutral thing.

Please, if you're writing amputees, consider if a prosthetic really is the best mobility aid for your character and consider having your characters go without, or at least mix it up a bit.

For example, Xari, one of the main characters in my comic, uses prosthetics unsupported and with crutches, and uses a wheelchair. They alternate between them throughout the story.

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[rdr2gifs]

Each time Arthur has helped someone without expecting payment (that I can remember) because I’ve seen some weird takes circling around about how Arthur only cares about money/doesn’t help people (yet again)

He helped a city photographer take pictures and acted as his protector because he liked him

He helped a doctor retrieve a stolen wagon full of medicine, he wasn’t even asked to do so, he did it out of his own good will

He wanted to make an old cranky man happy and proposed finding his lost trinkets for him

He helped Deborah MacGuiness find dinosaur bones out of curiosity. He didn’t receive any financial reward for it. Just a few trinkets and he was satisfied

He risked his life for Marko Dragic’s experiments (his main motivation in this mission was again, curiosity)

He rescued a boy being held hostage by the gunsmith in Rhodes

He rescued people from being trafficked and gave them a large sum of money (he could’ve kept it for himself) for a better life

He helped Mr. White and Mr. Black gain freedom and even helped them again after they got themselves into trouble

He rescued Charles Chatenay on at least 3 different occasions

He instantly hurried to retrieve Sister Calderon’s cross even though he has never met her before

In his first encounter with Marjorie and Bertram, he helps to calm Bertram down and is understanding even though Bertram gave him trouble. He even puts the bartender in his place after he speaks about Bertram in a degrading manner

He agreed to help a man get rid of nigh folk occupying his property and after he payed him with only a rat pelt, Arthur didn’t get angry and still asked him if he’d be really fine on his own after knowing he wouldn’t be able to pay

He let a homeless man hug him and listened to what he has to say

He helped to save Jamie from becoming a cult member and stopped him from taking his life

He helped a boy look for his lost dog

He saved an injured man’s life after driving him to a doctor

He helped a woman get rid of a body after she claimed she had to kill the man in self-defence

He donated to the poor and even to build a shelter for war-veterans

He taught Charlotte how to survive on her own

He tried to save a crazed village out of his own good will

He helped a war veteran retrieve his prosthetic leg and helped him hunt

He helped a man look for his lost friend in the snowy mountains

He helped Rain’s Fall retrieve sacred items important to his people

He helped to retrieve stolen medical supplies for the Wapiti tripe

He saved Captain Monroe’s life after hearing he was in danger

He helped Beau and Penelope escape from their terrible families

He has saved many hunters from getting mauled, given many ladies a ride home, saved people from dying of poisoning, helped gather herbs, helped a lost New Yorker find his way to the town, helped save many people’s lives (lady being held hostage in her own house in Lemoyne, folk getting tortured by The Murfees or Lemoyne Raiders etc.)

Let’s not forget the fact that Arthur is a provider for over 20 people. He cannot be running around and risking his life for free for everyone he meets. He needs money. Even so, he has helped all the people above for no reward and out of his own free will. When I see someone say that Arthur is only motivated by money and never helps people otherwise, I just instantly assume they stormed through the story and didn’t pay any attention. The encounters listed above make up the majority of chance encounters/side quests and in almost all of them he is helping people. 80% of these are also pre-diagnosis.

He has a hard time accepting any compliments or gratitude for his good deeds and always downplays himself. Even in the main story he is never thinking about himself and he always puts others first.

“You did not ask for anything, you only gave”

The encounters where he does require payment pale in comparison to those in which he doesn’t, and even so they are very justified as they are often dangerous, time consuming or straight up ridiculous. It’s weird to assume Arthur only helps people for money when he doesn’t want to deliver love letters, interview dangerous people and sneak into heavily guarded properties for free.

#writing this so I don’t get brainwashed in the future by people #claiming Arthur’s indifferent to everyone and everything unless they give him money #obviously this is based on high-honor #obviously Arthur has done terrible things in his life but I feel like majority of players just straight up ignore this?? #I know I mentioned this many times already but I am forever annoyed by people saying Arthur only started helping people after getting sick #arthur morgan #text post #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2