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lullabiestoparalyze · 1 year

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so i'm here on the other side of this situation, having lost most of the joint function in my right hand. while things are certainly more difficult without any real hand function, they haven't been as bad as i feared. there are ways to make things work.

yeah, i have to depend on my partner and my mother for anything that requires grip or dexterity. however, i can still

feed myself (as long as my food is cut up for me or is finger food)

comb my hair (as long as the comb has an extended handle)

maneuver my toothbrush around (as long as the handle is built up)

write stories on my phone

text loved ones

create art in photoshop or ibis paint x

play many video games thanks to this adaptive controller for the switch (and mobile games that can be played with one finger — there are more than you think)

pet cats and give them treats

read ebooks

there's still plenty i can do that impacts my life in a positive way, especially where tech is involved. i may not be able to hold a pen or paintbrush or book anymore, but i sure can use a smartphone or laptop! also, it's always worth looking for specific tools/aids, even if you doubt they exist. i've found that there are some unexpected inventions out there (like these one-handed scissors, this one-finger pen, this doorknob converter, this key-turning grip, and this alternative kitchen knife). seriously, just go find a site that sells durable medical equipment and smaller aids and poke around their selection. there's probably going to be at least one thing that surprises you

disability, especially when you steadily lose functionality, is frustrating. nobody can deny that. but life after that loss isn't as bad as i expected or feared. i think you'll be amazed at the workarounds and adaptations you can come up with when you need to find a way to figure your shit out and keep going.

#look we all know that toxic positivity blows and is super fucking annoying #but there are positives that don't rely on being aggressively and unrealistically cheerful #disability #disability positivity #ankylosing spondylitis #degenerative disease #chronic illness #chronic pain #body disfigurement #joint changes

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wolflingd · 2 years

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So here’s my 2am Poem that I made while feeling extra worthless lol

TRIGGER WARNING: DEATH, GORE, BODY MUTILATION, DEAD BODY, Also this is kinda sorta a vent poem

The Acceptance of Quietus

Curseth body of flesh and scum

Be laid upon a patch of young

It languishing there as crows start to gather

Peck by the peck, veins start to scatter.

Cacophonies of tearing, shredding, and, shrieking

Start to pour from the wretched figure who’d begun thy weeping.

Hands reduced to stubs, ribs cleared of their bits, but the mouth still yells and screams, but it just echos out of many ears.

Eyes now vacant, ear no longer adhered, but the damn fool is still not at rest, much to the despair of those who watch from near.

What a mess, one can attest, as it shambles along the forest floor among the crows it carries upon its half-eaten remains, the thing carries itself among the flowers and boars, it looks back but then returns its gaze upon the ground, for it knows that the only thing it has in store is it’s rest upon the flowering floor, whether it be peaceful or has its organs strung for decor, all it knows is that it must be sequestered for its death to be ensured.

It crawls and scratches, sensing the path to its destination, making sure it is vacant, so that its heart may finally be in a state of stagnation.

She makes it to the bed, all things finally in accord, as the crows prepare for a feast, their cheers and shrieks sounding off as applause, finally her destiny comes to reap its reward.

She rests her head amongst the grass, closing her eyes, she listens to the clasps of leaves, as it’s her final song, a resting melody.

The crows continue stirring as they are still deeply yearning for the thing that keeps turning, a plagueful thing that keeps her body animated and mind ticking even if it’s concerning- finally, at last, a hasty crow had bored it out: its heart, torn in two, as many crows come and taste the bejeweled meat fresh from its dying tomb.

More crows flew and ghastly ate the now morsels of a jewel, as the young girl, no longer present, stared with no more sense than a tool.

They ate and ate till not a crumb was left truly, finally leaving the young girl, half-eaten, heart taken while her eyes still drooling and now strayed a-skewed.

-From, Ya boi, Wolfling

#original poem #bored #just chilling #tw triggers #cw: gore #body disfigurement #body mutilation #2 am feelings #sorry yall #brrrr #brain go brrrr #burnout go brrrr #i have no life #kinda hungry #kinda cringe #cw vent

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ecoamerica · 21 days

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sealed-valkyria · 8 months

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Hank couldn't just wait for a few more seconds.

#madness combat #digital #myart #gore #blood #hank j. wimbleton #2bdamned #body disfiguration

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dukesnukes · 4 months

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JASON X!

LAST PIC IN SET DONE WITH A MOUSE CUS MY HAND WAS FUCKED UP FOR A MINUTE THERE.

#art #my art #jason voorhees #jason x #tw body horror #body horror #disfigurement #gore

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rabid-mercenary16 · 5 months

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HORROR DRAWINGS WARNING-

This is if Erebus was in the freaks show au of tadc i love this au as well and it let me explore the creepier side of things!

Freak show au by @hootbon

Love their stuff

#artists on tumblr #ditgital art #digital circus #tadc fanart #the amazing digital circus #oc artwork #tadc oc #tadcfreakshow #horror #body disfiguration #catortionist #tadccorruptionau

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idk-im-just-here-now · 6 months

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A PIECE OF FANART FOR @onejellyfishplease's SNAPDONNIE AU I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT KEEP IT UP

IT TOOK A WHILE BUT I REALLY AM PROUD OF HOW THIS ONE TURNED OUT

#rise of the tmnt #onejellyfishplease #snapdonnie #tw blood #cw body horror #cw blood #cw gore #cw disfigurement #rottmnt donnie #cw ommetaphobia #rottmnt donatello #idk art

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dragonwritersblog · 6 months

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bowuigi werewolf fic premise

"Help...get help..."

That was the last thing Luigi heard Mario say, watching his brother's complexion fade from pale beige to translucent white, a pained scream escaping the red plumber's throat before his human form was replaced with a terrifying boo instead.

It had been a while since Luigi had seen King Boo, hoping that he was finished with the poltergeist's schemes. But it seems that the undead monarch had other plans.

At first it started out the same, E. Gadd requested for his help at a new mansion, Mario had been captured as well and Luigi spent most of his adventure sucking up ghosts while collecting any money he found along the way.

Expect it wasn't E. Gadd who was asking for him to come, and Mario was only bait for a trap laid out by King Boo. Soon, the brothers were trapped in separate cages, the older trying to comfort the younger as best he could until King Boo came back holding two potions.

Luigi was first, being levitated out of the cage by two other boos holding onto his arms as the king forced the liquid down his throat, making sure he downed every last drop. Once the bottle was empty, Luigi was thrown to the floor as a sharp pain pierced threw his spine.

His bones cracked as his clothes began to tear and his body shifted and molded into something totally inhuman. The green human watched in horror as fur protruded from his skin and his mouth stretched and twisted into a snout. Luigi wanted to scream, but he was in so much pain that he barely has any energy to make no more than a whine. When it was done, he looked down to see that his hands were now paws and a tail was poking through his overalls. His stomach churned when he realized that King Boo and managed to accomplish turning him into a werewolf.

He all but collapsed on the floor, helpless to do anything but watch King Boo take the other potion and repeat everything with his brother. He knew he couldn't just lay here, he had to do something!

When he successfully managed to stand on all fours for the first time, he turned to his brother, who had unfortunately drank his potion as well, leading to Mario turning into a boo and whispering his last sentence to Luigi.

Adrenaline kicked in, his new nose twitched, his fur stood on end, everything felt alive! Once King Boo turned back to face the younger brother, the new wolf was already bolting out the door, his new form giving his an unimaginable speed he never felt or saw before.

He ran through each hallway, past each ghost and boo, not bothering to look back as he managed to escape through the mansion doors and into the nearest pipe he could find, ignoring King Boo's shrieks of anger.

On the other side, the adrenaline was finally fading away, leaving Luigi to hobble throughout wherever he landed upon. His bleary eyes took in their surroundings as best as they could, lit up by the bright moon, there was something familiar about the rock and lava he passed but he was too tired to let himself remember.

Finally, he came across a huge fortress, hopefully whoever was in there could help him. He lifted a paw to pitifully scratch at the door, pleading interally that someone would answer, every second he could feel himself wasting away.

As though his prayers were answered, the doors opened, revealing an extremely large and confused koopa. Only it wasn't any koopa, the last of his lucidity kicked in when he realized that it was none other than King Bowser who answered the door.

"Wha?- What is the meaning of this?!" he demanded, "Why the hell is there a mutt at my castle?!"

He tried to give a response, but the sun began to rise and he let out a pained whine as his bones cracked and clicked back into his human form, ready to repeat the process for every morning and evening to come.

"Luigi?" the koopa's harsh gaze was gone, replaced with confusion and a lace of worry?

"Please," Luigi whimpered, "I have nowhere else to go."

He stumbled, slumber catching up to him as he fainted, only for Bowser to catch him and hold the human in his arms.

"Easy there greenie," Bowser murmured as Luigi drifted into sleep. Bowser's heart plummeted at the state the plumber was in, "Oh Luigi, what happened to you?"

Feel free to use this as inspiration for any fics you want to write!!! <3<3<3

#tw: body horror #tw: body disfigurement #I wanted to write something for the spoopy season #how about some good old fashion angst and the 'i had nowhere else to go' trope #bowuigi #luigi #bowser #mario #mario bros #mario movie #super mario bros #luigi brain rot #luigi my beloved #dragon rambles #my writing #fanfic #fanfiction #werewolf!luigi #boo!mario

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lesbianralzarek · 2 months

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why does every article reporting on idf war crimes go "hamas, who started the war on october 7th with their brutal terrorist attack slaughtering innocent israeli civilians, has condemned the idf's use of-"? like, nearly verbatim every single time. we know about october 7th. we know by now. half the time, hamas isnt even relevant but they gotta find some way to sow doubt and numb any potential compassion responses. will you get fired if you show sympathy for murdered palestinian civilians without first adding a disclaimer saying its all their fault for being born in gaza? if you call "palestinians under 18" children? if you use the words "murdered" or "brutal" or "massacre" for acts that didnt occur on october 7th? if you call a spade a spade? why are israeli reports front page news without proper fact-checking but palestinian reporting is always "allegedly" even when theres video evidence? why does the idf not get the hamas treatment of reminding everyone that theyre biased before treating their words as law, like they havent been caught bold-faced lying again and again?

#soooooo fucking infuriating #'palestinians are allegedly starving but thats what hamas (who are savage terrorists in case you forgot) said as well so who knows?'#'idf soldiers are allegedly bragging about and showing pictures and videos of their war crimes on social media but #its not in english so we may never know what theyre saying. palestinian ''civilians'' are translating so whatever they say must be wrong'#'in other news. heres what ''doctors'' are referring to as a ''calendar'' but is written in arabic (terrorist language) so the idf must be #telling the truth when they say its proof they are all evil and must in some nebulous way suddenly stop living'#to be fair. the 'secret hamas names list disguised as calendar but REALLY about oct 7' shit was the target of skepticism quite early on #but it really does show how often the idf lies to justify obvious war crimes #maybe they should provide verified evidence or even just be given a bias disclaimer before printing their claims as fact???#every single fucking death toll is phrased as 'hamas-run ministry of health reports death toll of x' like?#yeah? thats their fucking government? what else do you expect?#you do understand that the healthcare portion of their government is probably more reputable #than what the phrasing of those headlines are obviously trying to imply?#i understand that bias is still possible there but its not armed combatants making shit up #its doctors who receive govt paychecks doing their best to identify the disfigured bodies not buried under rubble #youre not slick with that wording

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sealed-valkyria · 8 months

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Going to kill Hank when he gets to hell

Fun Madness fact: Only one ATP Engineer ever (as of now) throughout the whole canon series has had a deagle. It was in 9.5.2.

For perspective, out of the 38 armed* ATP Soldats, 3 of them had deagles. Out of the 127 armed* ATP Engineers, only 1 had a deagle. This makes sense.

*armed meaning having some sort of weapon. Thus, those who had no weapon were not in this total appearance count.

#madness combat #digital #full color #atp engineer #hank j. wimbleton #blood #gore #body disfiguration #myart

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nopes-and-dreams · 6 days

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hey folks please do me a favor and don’t tag scars, disfigurement, and amputees as triggers on my art. that’s not cool that is people’s bodies. you would not tag a fat person as ‘fat tw’ or a black person as ‘black tw’ so please for the love of everything holy and profane do not tag scars, disfigurement and amputees as ‘scars tw’ or ‘amputation tw.’ amputation as an act can be warned for but not amputees.

#If you’re triggered by amputees now is a great time to start working on desensitizing yourself because that ain’t something you should make #other people’s problem. thank you.#And scars and disfigurement are not body horror so again do not do that!

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chopper-base · 8 months

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Plan 99

Day 7 of @tbb-appreciation-week

I will be posting the days I missed. I just need to get my shit together.

MAJOR SEASON 2 FINALE SPOILERS

Summary: Tech finds himself alive but in the empires hands. Extremely injured and alone, he can only hope his brothers managed to escape as he fights to escape with the help of a brother long lost.

Prompts: Fix-it, nightmare

Warnings: A lot of blood, body disfiguration, nightmare, graphic character death in nightmare, non-consensual body modification, trauma, major injury

(Pls let me know if there are other tags I need to add!!!)

Chpt1 | Chpt2

Chapter 1

"Plan 99."

Tech had calculated every possible outcome to his current situation, and in every one, his team, his brothers plummeted to their death. He knew there wasn't a scenario that he made it back up to the rail car. He knew one way or another, he was going to fall. He made his decision without a second thought; he wasn't going to let his family fall with him. The fear in Wrecker and Omega's voices was prominent, weighing heavily on him.

"Don'tchu do it, Tech,"

Tech knew under Wrecker's helmet, he was watching him, his eyes pleading. He knew the realization was setting in on his brother as Tech raised his blaster, "When have we ever followed orders?"

Everything seemed to slow as he pulled the trigger, the blast hitting its mark, severing the connection between the railcars. The line kept him tethered to the plummeting car, Tech now free falling, his eyes glued to his brother's armored form growing smaller and smaller as he disappeared into the fog below. Wrecker's devastated scream burned into his mind as the wind whistled past him, the reality of his situation finally fully hitting him. He reached up, turning off his com, not wanting to hear Omega's desperate cries.

Tech always knew death followed the batch everywhere they went. Always sitting in wait, ready to take them and yet, they always found a way back. They always found each other again and they never let the fear of death stop them from completing what they started. But as the ground below grew ever closer, Tech found himself fighting the fate he had accepted merely seconds ago.

The rail car above him was just waiting for the solid ground, waiting to crush the pilot under tons of metal and machinery. Tech reached down, disconnecting his line, trying to position himself away from the car. It was then that Tech finally looked towards the ground, the fog clearing enough for him to see the dense forest below him. Through the mess of branches, he noticed a river, flowing heavily between the thick canopy. He managed to change his trajectory enough to put the river below him but between him and the water was still a whole lot of tree.

He didn't have time to think of how to slow himself down before he hit the first branch, snapping harshly against his thigh. There wasn't time to regret not having armor on his thighs before he was hit by another branch crashing into his side. He never felt the third as his consciousness was ripped from him, leaving his limp body to crash through branch after branch.

Tech awoke seconds later to a burning in his throat, a freezing blanket seemingly wrapped tightly around him. He realized in fear that the burning was water, forcing its way down his throat, filling his aching lungs. The rushing river around him made it almost impossible to tell which was up. He began to kick, swim as hard as he could, hoping to reach the surface. Excruciating pain shot down his right leg the moment he tried to move it. Biting the inside of his cheek to keep from inhaling more water, he continued to kick through the pain. His hand broke the surface first, his head quickly following. He coughed, trying to force the water from his lungs and trying his best to keep more out as the rapids pushed his head below the waves once more. He fought to get his head above the water once more, spotting the edge of the river over the white water rapids that continued to beat down on his already aching body.

His foot brushed against what he assumed was the river bed, trying to use it to push himself towards the shore. The river's rapids began to calm, making it easier for the pilot to swim closer to the edge. He finally began to feel the solid dirt of the river bed as he half crawled half dragged his way out of the river, collapsing in a heap of drenched armor.

He pried his broken helmet off his head, unable to stop the agonizing scream at the burning in his eyes and the sharp pain shooting down his arms. His limited vision was swimming, white spots dancing across what he could see. He started to notice the lack of vision on his right side and it wasn't long before he realized he couldn't see anything out of that eye. He slowly reached up, his finger brushing over his goggles. He let out a pained hiss as his finger met the broken lense, finally realizing his problem. The lenses had shattered and had pierced into his eye.

He pulled the goggle strap over his head, carefully pulling the broken goggles away from his face. He let his arm fall, dropping the goggles falling beside him, trying to breathe through the burn in his chest.

"Well isn't this interesting," a voice called, bringing Tech to turn his head lightly to where it had come from. "Here I thought we were coming to collect a body. This is quite the surprise.”

The next few hours became an unintelligible blur as what Tech assumed to be TK troopers moved him from the river bank onto a transport. His chest burned with every shaky breath he stole of the ship's recycled air. He wasn't sure when it happened but eventually, a mask was placed over his face, breathing becoming ever so slightly easier. Every shaky breath left a painful rattle in his chest, his own wheezing echoing in his mind. There wasn't a single word spoken around him that made sense in his head. The voices sounded as if they were underwater, the slight rocking of the ship causing more nausea to set in. He couldn't bring himself to open his eyes, every movement causing blinding white pain to stab through his eyes. He opted to focus on his breathing, trying to steady the painful intake of oxygen to his burning lungs. He had long forgotten about the pain in his limbs, all his focus on trying to stay awake; to stay alive.

The noise around faded to almost nothing. The hum of the engine vibrating through the ship was the only thing that kept Tech from slipping into the darkness that called to him. Tech didn't know how long he lay there, unable to feel anything but the stinging in his lungs and the cool air that he forced in. Tech couldn't even flinch when a hand landed on his shoulder ever so briefly, his body refusing to respond to any command. The engine must have been shut off at that soothing vibration Tech had been holding onto so tightly vanished. The stretcher he was on began to move, and Tech wished so badly to know where. The air around him became colder, leaving the pilot to hold on to that chilly sensation as he fought to keep that sliver of consciousness. He wasn't sure if he was truly conscious. He couldn't hear a single thing, his eyes refused to open, his burning lungs were the only thing he knew to be true. That question was quickly answered as several hands appeared over his body, moving him. The stretcher beneath him disappeared only to be replaced with a hard surface. Something touched his neck, something he couldn't place. He felt as his last remaining sliver of consciousness began to be torn away from him. As much as he tried to fight it, the darkness enveloped him, swallowing him whole.

"Don'tchu do it, Tech."

Wrecker? Tech looking around him, greeted only by darkness.

"TECH!"

Omega? Her screamed echoed in his head. He turned again, searching for his sister but all he was met with was her terrified screams. He called out to her, his own voice all too loud. He turned one last time to be met with a sight that left him biting back the bike in his throat. Omega's small body lay before him, blood pooling beneath her, staining her blonde hair a dreadful shade of red. He ran towards her, only to realize he wasn't moving. No matter how fast he forced his legs to go, she never got closer. Her eyes were locked on his, terror written on her young features. He couldn't do a thing as he watched that bright light leave her eyes. He watched her body fade away as her name escape his lips in the form of a broken scream.

"Tech."

Another voice echoed around him. He whipped around only to be met with a pair of broken eyes. Crosshair stared at him, unmoving. Blood was streaked across his black imperial armor. A shattered helmet lay discarded at his face.

"I thought we never left our own behind?" Crosshair's voice cracked, broken as he stared at his younger brother. "...why? Why did I get left behind?"

Tech's voice caught in his throat, any hope of an explanation was left to the wind.

Crosshair stared at him, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, leaving it to dribble off his chin. "You abandoned me."

Tech couldn't even bring himself to cry, watching as his brother broke before him. Those once sharp eyes now held nothing but pain. He too began to fade, leaving Tech to reach out for him, his mouth open in a silent scream that never came.

The ground beneath him seemed to fade, leaving Tech to plummet down. A painted sky of red formed above him as he fell. Clouds of a sickly gray dotted the bloody sky, staring down at him as he fell. His back hit something solid, leaving him trying to scramble back to his feet. He froze as he noticed the scene that surrounded him. His squad, his brothers lay scattered around him. Their bodies bloodied, disfigured in all the worst ways. Their glazed eyes were all pointed at him, driving daggers into his soul.

He fell back to his knees, blood soaking through his blacks, staining his white armor red. His eyes fell on the small body between his brothers. Omega's limbs were bent in directions they should have never been able to, blood flowing freely out of her mouth. Her eyes. Those young innocent eyes stared right back at him. Her mouth was open in a terrified scream that never came. The scene around him began to vanish, leaving Tech to stare at where his Vod'ika once lay. He opened his mouth, a broken screaming echoing around him. He screamed until he couldn't, leaving him to curl in on himself, sobs wracking his body.

Why couldn't he have saved them? Why wasn't he able to save his family?!

Tech's eyes flew open only to be squeezed shut immediately at the pain that flared through his entire body. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, only that he felt too much all too quickly. His entire body seemed to spasm as pain ripple through his chest leaving him wanting to scream only to choke. Something had been shoved down his throat, forcing him to breathe. Tech was able to force his eyes open again just enough to see light. He was floating. Something was suspending him from above and it was then Tech recognized the cool liquid that was surrounding him. He forced his eyes open a little farther, recognizing the transparisteel of a bacta tank surrounding him. He stared at the blurry room before him, unable to place how he ended up here. His vision was limited, leaving Tech to focus on the confusion of his whereabouts. His vision on his right side seemed… wrong. Colors seemed to register differently on his right side which led to more confusion. He attempted to move his hand towards his face only to be met with pain rippling up his body in excruciating waves. His entire body felt as if liquid fire had been pumped through his veins. He choked around the tube in his throat, wanting nothing more in that moment than to be able to scream. His chin fell against his chest, his eyes screwed shut. He fell limp, letting that karking tube push and pull air from his burning lungs. He pried his eyes back only to wish he didn't. He had been stripped of his blacks, leaving him feeling exposed. But what had him forcing back the bile in his throat was his leg. His right leg was gone, leaving a metal prosthetic in its place. The skin around the prosthetic was red and swollen, the tortured nerve endings leaving him to stare in what could only be described as horror. He forced his gaze away, trying to assess the rest of his body. His entire body was littered with scars, some he recognized from previous missions, and some that clearly were still healing. The pain slowly subsided as did what consciousness he had. He only caught a glimpse of a person entering the room before he found himself fully enveloped in the darkness.

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