#broken fingers

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Afton Virus’d Y/N AU: Inciting Incident !

(don’t worry tho they’re ok they’re just murdering ppl now 😌)

(Alternative take on how the blood could’ve looked and a fun fact abt the au below!)

Fun fact, in the very first original babies-first-au-concept of this AU, reader’s ‘inciting incident’ (aka what would’ve started them on the path of Violencing) was finding an old spring lock suit while clearing out some storage! They found a piece of the instructions on how to operate the suit, got curious, tried it on, and got spring’d! Ain’t that just the worst. They survive, but are now traumatized and covered in grisly scars, and FazCo, being completely and utterly unable to read the room, is like ‘heyyyy so we know u almost died but uh. What if we fire u and make u sign an NDA buuuut u get a nice check out of it <3’ and reader is like wtf no????? Ur gonna promote me and let me stay here or im telling everyone and FazCo is like ‘Jesus fine be like that’ AND THATS HOW IT STARTS IG LMAO

(Also, yes, reader’s hands were destroyed by this machine (no idk what it is exactly sorry lmao) bc they thought it was off when in reality the light that’s supposed to indicate when it’s on was busted or burnt out lol rip)

#blood tw #tw blood #blood #tw gore #tw mutilation #hand injury #broken fingers #broken hands #workplace accidents #afton virus au #afton au #afton’d reader au #art #digital art #fnaf au #fnaf dca au #color palette #bones of a rabbit au

[jackcast2021]

Cheer leader casted after a fall which broke her wrist, fingers and ankle.

#disabled girl #broken wrist #broken hand #broken fingers #broken ankle #short arm cast #short arm cast girl #short leg cast girl

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

Aww, did you think the garden wouldn't be booby trapped?

#my art #maj tag #maj art #reverse au #whump #whump art #whump tropes #whump prompts #whump community #defiant whumpee #whumpee #whumper turned whumpee #whumpblr #whump ideas #whump inspiration #whump things #whump scenario #failed escape #beartrap #broken fingers #hand whump #fingore #broken bones #bruises #bloody nose #eat shit malik lmao

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1091

Everything was going wrong. 

A was frustrated, livid, a constant burning under their skin that fried their nerves. All it takes is for A to slam (and break) their fingers in something (car door, hatch etc), for them to finally lose it, and weeks of tension finally fight their way to the surface for one epic breakdown.

Do they sob? Do they scream and yell and curse and punch walls? Do they just... mentally check out? 

How long does it take for them to calm down enough in order to get their hand looked at?

#ideas #writing #prompts #angst #breakdowns #on edge #anxiety #acting out in anger #crying #broken bones #broken fingers #accidents

[401present]

Here’s an early Happy Halloween from Dave and Tristan!

(My wrist hurts so god damn much after drawing this-)

#dave and bambi #shitpost #artwork #dave fnf #tristan fnf #dnb #im dying #happy halloweeeeeeen #invader zim #costume #broken fingers #broken back #i’m in so much pain #Tristan and Dave in costume!! #I spent 7 hours on this #I stayed up ‘til 12AM for this #Here’s a lesson: Don’t ever draw Dave without some practice first

[idkwhat132]

Broken fingies

This is how his fingers got broken the end

Axolotl dreamzzz

#art #fanart #Lego #lego dreamzzz #dreamzzz #dreamzzz fanart #axolotl #broken fingers

[off-brand-likes]

Recording

"Zeb," Kallus whispered into the large ear mashed against the Glimmer of Hope's main cabin floor beside him. "Zeb, wake up."

Zeb growled softly. Since he faced away from Kallus, Kallus couldn't see if Zeb had opened his eyes. "Bounty hunters are--"

Heavy footsteps approached, fast. Maybe one of the hunters who'd taken the ship had heard Kallus whispering, or they'd figured that their stun bolts would wear off about now. Kallus rolled onto his back, away from Zeb, a big, obvious move that drew the hunter’s eyes to him.

A human stomped in the cabin door and pressed her boot to Kallus’s throat, with a blaster angled to burn his face off if she pulled the trigger. His wheezing breaths were loud in the small cabin.

"Kal?" Zeb mumbled without stirring. He'd taken a lot more stun bolts than Kallus had.

"Get down here," the hunter shouted over her shoulder in Huttese. She stepped out of Kallus's stun-clumsy kicking range to level her blaster at Zeb. "Stay still or he dies."

"I understand," Kallus wheezed in Basic.

"On your face.” Kallus rolled over to lie stomach-down on the floor. “Hands behind your head." The hunter kept speaking in Huttese, which was fine, and as long as she was out of his reach with a blaster on Zeb, he’d do what she said.

“What’s going on?” Zeb whispered.

Before Kallus could answer, more footsteps announced the arrival of two more humans and a big Trandoshan. All three of them surrounded Kallus to put binders on, and then the human with the blaster shifted her aim to him while they bound Zeb.

“Ready to move them?” one of the humans asked, still in Huttese.

“Yeah. They know what we’re saying, so, watch it.”

Kallus wasn’t actually certain that Zeb spoke Huttese. He barely made it to his hands and knees before the hunters dragged them into the Glimmer’s common room and dropped them on their knees in front of the holotable. It was on and ready to record.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” Zeb muttered. Kallus nodded. What were these hunters doing?

“Gags.” The hunter who’d stepped on Kallus earlier seemed to be the one giving the orders. He and Zeb exchanged worried looks as the hunters who weren’t holding guns on them approached with a cloth gag for Kallus and what looked disturbingly like a muzzle for Zeb.

“Wait,” Kallus said. “Who hired you? What are they pay—”

The leader didn’t interrupt her underlings gagging him before he’d finished offering her a better deal. She must be sure she already had one. And there weren’t many buyers who’d pay that much. Zeb was right. This looked bad.

“You two.” The hunter in charge paced around in front of Zeb and Kallus. “If you want to keep those hands, keep them behind your heads. Gags stay on, no blinking coded messages or anything, or you’ll regret it.”

She checked some readouts on the holoprojector that Kallus was at the wrong angle to see. “They’re all in, let’s go.”

The other three hunters moved to stand behind Zeb and Kallus with their weapons aimed at them the whole time Kallus could see them. Kallus would have to thoroughly distract all three of them to give Zeb an opening to take them out. Zeb looked a lot more alert now, but it wouldn’t hurt to give him more time to recover.

The bounty hunter in charge spun toward the holotable and hit the Record button. “Welcome, buyers,” she said in accented Basic. “Bringing you in now.”

Behind his gag, Zeb said something three syllables long, his tone a mixture of disgust and fury.

One by one, the holotable filled with people. Most he didn’t recognize, although he’d recognize ISB Agent Coomlin anywhere, and the nervous looking Mon Calamari wore a rebel captain’s rank badge, which wasn’t terribly encouraging. He was fairly sure he’d seen the Kitonak on a wanted poster for some deeply unpleasant crimes done for the Hutts. He was faintly proud that he and Zeb commanded such an audience.

“The targets on offer today are Alexsandr Kallus, former ISB, current rebel, and Garazeb Orrelios, part of the Phoenix Squadron. You got the ID confirmation we sent, or you wouldn’t be here. All buyers are muted for now,” she added while Coomlin silently said something about the Empire’s right to Kallus and Zeb, if Kallus was reading his lips correctly.

“You send us the bids, bids get displayed on the channel we specified. You want to make deals on the side, do it, but we’re only staying here fifty minutes. Whoever’s got the top bid by then gets whatever pieces of them they want.”

Zeb said something incredulous and two syllables long, probably repeating “pieces.”

The hunter ignored him. “Let’s start bidding at ten-thousand credits. That’s your buy-in to ask questions about them,” she added to the rebel Mon Calamari, who was also attempting to speak while muted.

A smaller and grainier holoprojector on the floor made a pinging noise. As the hunters refocused on it, Zeb rolled onto his back, grabbed one of the bounty hunters behind him with his feet, and flung him across the room.

Kallus went for the leader, but the stun bolt from her blaster caught him while he was still reaching for her. He landed hard but didn’t go all the way out. His nose bled onto the floor under his face as he fought to turn his head and watch the struggle behind him. The human hunter who Zeb had thrown across the room stayed on the floor a few steps away from Kallus, bleeding from the head.

The noise behind him quieted down. When the leader dragged Kallus back to his knees by his hair he managed to keep his balance. She grabbed one of his hands in both of hers and he expected her to put his hands back where she’d told him to keep them. Instead, she bent his trigger finger back, fast.

The wet-stick snap of it came with a vicious burst of pain. Kallus screamed into his gag. She drop his bound hands behind his head and stomped over where Zeb lay on his back on the floor. Instead of bending one of his fingers back, she stomped on his bound hands until something cracked. The muzzle didn’t do much to muffle his roar of pain.

As tempting as it was to lunge at her again, Kallus held himself on his knees. This wasn’t the chance he was waiting for. They could fix Zeb’s hands, if he survived long enough to get to a doctor.

“I’ll break something you care about more, next,” she told Zeb. She glanced between him and Kallus and grinned. “He doesn’t need all his teeth, does he? Think about that.” She turned back to the holotable, where the auction bidders watched mostly with amusement, although the rebel representative looked more nervous than ever.

“Right,” the lead bounty hunter said to the bidders. “Who’ll give us fifty thousand?”

#star wars #swr #yes him again shush #whump #No effort Whumptober #text #recording #no.6 #also some forced to watch! #broken fingers #on his knees #i forgot i don't actually have to get people OUT of the situations for whump #so nice #can't believe I'm keeping up with this challenge #not everything has to be good enough for ao3 #auctioned off

[painsandconfusion]

“I’m All You Need”

The Merry Whump of May - Day 19

[Broken Bones | Screaming | Passenger Seat] (tw: kidnapping, yandere, broken fingers, language, overstimulation)

“Stop looking in the fucking mirror. Eyes forward.”

Whumpee flinched at the words, dragging their eyes from the window and locking them on to the floor between their feet. 

The seatbelt was too tight. The car too warm. Whumper’s voice too loud. Everything was a little more than a little too much. It swirled in their mind as their eyes slid back to the mirror, watching their home shrink over the horizon.

“What did I fucking say??” Whumpee’s face snapped back to center, but Whumper’s hand caught theirs. The gesture would be romantic - affectionate - were their grip not a little more than a little too tight.

“Stop thinking about them. You don’t need them. Got it?”

Whumpee winced at the bite of their tone and their fingers. “I’m not- I was-was jus-”

They screamed as their ring finger snapped, sending fire racing up their arm. They tried to wrench it away, but Whumper’s grip didn’t move. “L-letgo! Let of o- AARRRCCHH-” 

Another crack. Another scream. 

The sound echoed a little more than a little too long in the little more than a little too small car. It rang in their ears and sent their blood spinning down their veins.

“Would you Stop. Talking.” 

Whumpee’s tear-stained eyes slid over to Whumper’s, trusting their throbbing hand with theirs. 

“Stop thinking about them. I’m all you need.”

.

[The Merry Whump of May Masterlist] Shoutout to @themerrywhumpofmay for putting on this event!

(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams @batfacedliar-yetagain @suspicious-whumping-egg @wormwriting @jadeocean46910 @villainsvictim @thecitythatdoesntsleep @heathenwhump @cryptidhongo @rainbows-and-whumperflies @cursedscribbles @whumpy-catfish @whumpworld @bandages-andobsessions @deltaxxk @whumpasaurus101 @whumpsday @wingedwhump @ha-ha-one @morning-star-whump @pickywhumpreader)

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#kidnapping #yandere #broken fingers #language #overstimulation #the merry whump of may #I'm all you need #I WROTE THIS IN SIX MINUTES LETS GOOOOOO

[faofinn]

No. 13 CAN’T MAKE AN OMELETTE WITHOUT BREAKING A FEW LEGS

@whumptober

@whumptober-archive

Fracture | Dislocation | “Are you here to break me out?”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

One of the men looked over at Henri, who was enjoying the way Harrison’s chest heaved and he struggled to cling onto consciousness. “Boss, he doesn’t look too good…”

He tutted. “Again.”

“Boss?”

“I. Said. Again.”

Harrison couldn't hold on. He was going to die, and that, apparently, was that. He coughed and spluttered, giving a final, desperate attempt to get free.

They let him struggle for a little longer, before Henri raised his hand and the water stopped once more. 

“Sit him up.” He ordered, and the men rushed forwards to lift the chair he was sat on. 

The change in position was the final straw for Harrison. His head lolled forward as his body gave in, and he slipped into empty blackness.

Satisfied, Henri looked at his men. “We’ll leave him, let him reflect for a while. Looks like we’ve found our in.” He said. 

The men filed out, leaving Harrison alone in the middle of the room. Now they knew they could break him, things seemed easier. They just had to get their information before the Daniels caught wind of where they were. 

Harrison struggled as he came round, disoriented and confused. His hair dripped down his face, and he flinched every time. He was soaked through, the chill seeping into his bones. 

The peace didn’t last long for him. They watched him carefully as he came round, Henri particularly interested in the way he flinched every time his hair dripped water into his face. Perfect. They waited until he’d just started to drift off again, clearly exhausted from the day, and slipped inside. It was simpler than before, and Henri hung back as they emptied a bucket of water over Harrison’s head. 

He shouted in shock, jerking backwards and almost tipping the chair over. It took him a moment to catch up, confused and more than a little terrified. He caught sight of Henri, of the stupid grin on his face, and he lowered his head again. 

He reached forwards, fingers below Harrison’s chin to raise his head. “Hello, Carlos. Back with us, are you?”

Harrison had nothing to say, no sarcastic comment or smartarse remark. He didn't look Henri in the eye, he knew he'd been beaten. 

“No stupid comment? I was enjoying them.” He purred. “Are you going to talk to me now?”

He shook his head, his voice cracking. "No."

He hummed. “Come on, I can tell you’re desperate to get out of here.”

"I'd sooner die."

“Be careful what you wish for.”

"Stop teasing me."

“It’s not fun otherwise.” He murmured. “We all love a tease.”

Harrison pulled his head away. "I've had enough."

“That’s fine, just tell me what you know.”

"I don't know anything."

“You do.” Henri purred. “I know you do.”

"Even if I told you, you wouldn't let me go."

“I might. I’m sweet, really. I’ve not touched you, hmm?”

"You broke my nose." He managed a wry smile. "Think that's enough.'

“I can make things worse.”

"You can stop with your games. I've got nothing to tell you."

“You’ve told me that lie a hundred times now. I don’t believe you.”

"You'll kill me before I say anything."

“We’re careful. We don’t want you to die.”

"I'm as much use dead as I am now."

“That’s just not true.”

"It is. You think the Daniels want me? Of course not. And everyone else just uses me for their shit they don't want to have to do."

“You’re only here because the Daniels want you. Doing their dirty work for them, no?”

"They pay me to do what they don't want to." He raised his head. "That's all."

“Lying really isn’t a good look on you. Which is a shame, because you’re pretty.”

"Flattered, but you're not my type."

“I’m everyone’s type.”

"You've really got an ego problem, haven't you?"

“Are you going to talk to me? I know you know things.”

"I know you're an arsehole." 

“Now now, let’s not be rude.”

"And a hypocrite."

“Let’s see if we can change your feelings.” He said, trailing his fingers down Harrison’s arm.

Harrison clenched his fists, glaring at Henri. "Doubt you will."

“I wouldn’t be so sure. I can be very persuasive.” He said, digging his nails into Harrison’s hand, aiming to get him to open his fingers.

He knew exactly what he was aiming for, and he wasn’t looking forward to it. Despite his best efforts, Henri managed to pry his fist open. "Fuck you."

“I thought I wasn’t your type?” He said, and grasped his thumb, quickly twisting it back until he felt it break. 

Harrison couldn't help his whimper, despite his jaw clenched tight. The audible snap made his stomach turn, but he knew it was only the beginning.

“Oh, did that hurt?”

"No."

He laughed. “Sure, if you say so.” He grasped his index finger this time, and again pulled it back until it snapped. 

"I can't tell you anything."

“I know you can. You might be the Daniels’ dog, but you’re a smart man, you hear things. Just tell me.”

"I don't know anything." 

“I think I’ll break a bone for every lie you tell me.”

"Then you're a cunt." Harrison managed a grin. "That's not a lie."

“I think I can live with that.”

"And you'll regret this."

“I’m not regretting it so far. Actually, I’m rather enjoying it.”

"Then you're a psychopath too."

“As though you’ve never done this. I know what you’re capable of.”

"Do you?"

“You’re just like the rest of them.” He said, pulling a knife from his pocket, which he used to cut the bindings from Harrison’s wrist. 

Harrison didn't move, watching Henri closely. "Am I?"

“You have to be.” He said. “They say it takes a lot of force to dislocate a shoulder, but really it’s all about the biomechanics. How you use your body.” His voice was cold, almost disinterested, as he gripped Harrison’s wrist.

His eyes widened, and he tried pulling his arm back. He'd be fucked if Henri did dislocate it.

He chuckled. “You could tell me what you know. When are your next deals happening? When is your boss meeting with his buyers?”

"I don't know. I'm not part of that."

“Of course you are.”

"I'm not. I'm really, really not."

“Where was it you said you’d been? France? I know you work internationally for him. You’ll know when the meetings happen, who the buyers are.”

"I went to get pissed. Not on business."

“Hmm. It’s a shame you lied.” He purred, putting his other hand on his bicep. He was firm as he extended Harrison’s arm, twisting it back behind him until he found the point where the muscles stopped the joint. “Tell me the truth.”

"I did."

“Except you didn’t. You can’t even remember your own lies.” He said, and twisted, forceful enough to feel the joint clunk out of its socket. 

Harrison gasped in pain, the room spinning as the blood rushed in his ears. "No."

“See? Easy enough. It’s just how you use your body.”

He hung his head, each breath a whimper. He'd known Henri would find a reason, but he'd pushed it too far. Harrison couldn't keep doing it, he was close to breaking, but he knew he couldn't say anything. 

“Still nothing to say to me? That’s alright, I’ll let you catch your breath.” He said, gripping the disfigured shoulder firmly. He dug his thumb into the muscles around the joint. “So stoic.”

Harrison retched, spitting onto the floor. The movement only dug Henri's thumb further in, making the pain so much worse. 

“Alright. I’ll be back later.” He said, and clapped him on the back before he headed out, stepping delicately through the mess. 

Harrison gave a quiet groan, dropping his head. Henri wasn't going to give in without a fight, and Harrison was struggling to keep his mouth shut. 

They left him like that for a while. Henri knew full well the pain would get worse the longer the shoulder was out of joint, and with the fingers too, he’d be in a whole world of pain. They’d wait just long enough for him to lose consciousness, and then they had more water waiting. Sleep deprivation was a powerful tool. 

His arm pulled with each breath, and the residual coughing from the water made it even worse. Despite the pain, he began to drift, and he wasn’t convinced it was just from tiredness. He couldn’t keep his thoughts straight either, his confusion only growing. It worried him, of course it did, aware Henri was only doing it to loosen his tongue. 

They left him like that for a while, watching how his head lolled as he tried to cling to consciousness. He was close to breaking, they knew that. Once they were happy he’d had long enough, Henri sent another man in with another bucket of water, this time ice cold. As before, they threw it straight over his head, laughing. 

Harrison screamed as they did so, the pain and trauma overwhelming him. His jerk awake had pulled his arm yet again, his hands automatically trying to clench into fists. The pain was too much, blackness growing in his vision as he slipped under once again.

They’d not expected him to black out again after the water. But, Henri supposed, it showed how broken he already was. He strode in after the men, watching the water drip from Harrison’s hair and clothes. It was easy enough to rouse him, they just needed more pain. Henri could certainly do more pain. He grasped Harrison’s fingers, twisting those that were already broken. 

The stab of pain cut through the darkness, and he groaned, slowly raising his head. He wasn’t surprised to see Henri by his side, and he glared at him. 

“Ah, there we go, that’s better.” He said brightly. “Didn’t like the water?” 

"Like you would."

“Perhaps, but it’s you that has to deal with it, not me.” He said, moving to stand in front of him. “You’re starting to test my patience, Carlos. Are you going to tell me anything?”

"I've already told you no." He said weakly. 

“That really is a shame.” Henri said, drawing his gun. 

Harrison looked up at him, eyes wide. "I can't tell you anything."

“You know I hate it when you lie.” He clicked the safety of the gun off. 

"I'm not lying." 

“Oh, but you are.” Henri said. “I could kill you. But I think maybe by now that’s what you want. What could I do instead, hmm?”

"Does it matter?"

“I’ve taken away one of your arms, and, well, you’ve already sorted one of the legs for me. I suppose with no prosthesis it’s going to be hard to walk… especially if something were to happen to your good leg.”

A well aimed shot could easily take his other leg away, permanently. Or, Henri could miss what he was aiming for and kill him anyway, let him bleed out in the cell. 

Henri pressed the muzzle of the gun into his thigh. “What do you think?”

Harrison swallowed thickly. "I can't tell yu anything."

“Can’t, or won’t?”

"Can't." His voice wobbled slightly. "I really can't."

Henri tutted. “That really is a shame.” He said, and pulled the trigger. 

"Harrison!" 

Through the ringing of his ears he'd almost convinced himself he'd heard Steve, Fred shouting orders behind him. It wasn’t real, of course it couldn't be. It was just a figment of his imagination, his mind making something better up rather than facing his reality. 

He didn't realise it was his scream at first, dizziness threatening to overwhelm him once more. He dropped his head to his chest, sobs wracking his body as he gave in. Henri had done it, he'd broken him, he'd finally broken him. 

It wasn’t Harrison’s imagination. After days of searching, they’d finally found where they were holding Harrison. Fred had gone himself, Steve as backup and medical. It wasn’t hard to see how he felt about Harrison, he was pretty obvious. Fred knew full well he wouldn’t be able to stop him coming. 

The door to the holding cell was forced open with a well placed kick from Steve’s boot, and his heart dropped as the gunshot echoed around the room. He’d shouted, and shot, but missed. 

Gun forgotten, he fell to his knees in front of Harrison, Henri already vanished. 

“Harrison. Fuck, Harrison.” He breathed. The gunshot hadn’t been fatal, thankfully. Steve didn’t have to lose another son. He couldn’t. He fumbled to get something, anything to stop the bleeding, spilling through his fingers. There was so much of it, too much. 

Harrison was barely conscious, each moment he'd come to, pain would push him straight back over again. He gave a quiet whimper as hands pressed against his leg, unable to do anything else. 

“I’m sorry, I know it hurts. You’re okay, we’re going to get you home. I promise. We’re getting you out of here.” He fumbled with the bandages as he did his best to sort things. 

“Fred! We need to go, right now!”

"Busy, Steve! Do what you can!"

Harrison finally spoke, his voice rough and throat raw. "Steve?"

“I’m here.” Steve said, quickly glancing up. “I’ve got you now.”

"Are you here to break me out?" He asked, feeling so small. 

“We’re going to get you home.” Steve told him. “Just hold on for me.” One arm was still bound to the chair, as were both of his legs, where they could. The other hug uselessly at his side, obviously dislocated and clearly fingers broken too. There wasn’t a lot he could do about that here, and now he’d finished his bandage he grabbed his knife, cutting at Harrison’s bindings.

Without his arm tied to the chair, he fell forward, unable to hold himself up. The change in position coupled with the flare of pain left him unconscious again, a quiet groan as he slumped. 

Steve swore. “Fred!” He called more urgently. “We need to go!”

Fred appeared, blood smeared on his face and gun drawn. "Quickly, come on. We've got a window."

Steve hefted Harrison onto his shoulder, groaning at the weight of him. “I just need to get him out. That cunt’s already gone.”

He looked him up and down. "How bad is he?"

“Bad.”

"Could really have fucking used Fao then." Fred muttered. "Come on."

“Shouldn’t be anything I can’t handle.” Steve said, eager to get out. Harrison was freezing cold, soaked to the skin, and he was acutely aware of the blood all over him. 

Harrison let out a quiet groan, dizziness and nausea rising. He still wasn't convinced Steve was actually real, but it was better than the alternative. 

“I know.” Steve soothed. “I’m sorry. We’re going to get you home now.”

#whumptober 2022 #no. 13 #can't make an omelette without breaking a few legs #are you here to break me out? #fracture #dislocation #fic #oc #whump writing #whump prompt #whump #harrison #fred daniels #henri lécuyer #steve cunningham #crime au #crime #dislocated shoulder #broken fingers #torture #dont call him carlos #the wolf and the ghost #gunshot to the thigh #shot #gun #gunshot #sorry hars #henri is an asshole #and the best tag from the message i sent ev last night as we wrote this #Kick doors down daddy Steve 🥵

[broitsf-ckingfreezing]

A reminder to my fellow duelling enthusiasts, remember your fucking padded gloves

#yes this is a Star Wars post #lightsaber #lightsaber duelling #duelling #sword enthusiasts #hema #wear your fUCKING GLOVES #OR FACE THE CONSEQUENCES #broken fingers #I’m talking about broken fingers #nearly lost my lifelong streak of no boney breaky #get ur calcium #drink milk

[apollyonmic]

arcaea is going to be the reason why I finally fucking crack istg, tempestissimo literally broke my damn fingers.

#arcaea #tempestissimo #broken fingers #help me pls #kill me #t-pazolite

[furrynerdchaos505]

proof that I need to touch grass. [maybe it's too late]

#meme #rythm games #rythm game #phigros #tone esphere #arcaea #BROKEN FINGERS

[flugsvamp88]

broken fingers

(17/5/23)

for old times' sake heartbreakingly beautiful for the love that used to be here it was reason enough kissing shredded knuckles in quiet solitude

c.m

#momoka poetry #poem #poet #poetry #poets of tumblr #poetry community #spilled poetry #writer #writing #writerblr #writers of tumblr #writing community #spilled ink #literature #art #artist #aesthetic #author #inspired #broken fingers #for old times sake #poetblr

[alison321singer]

Talking To The Moon 1b

I am singing my version of this song and Broken Fingers is playing the piano for the song called "Talking To The Moon by Bruno Mars" recorded through my microphone.

"Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use." All rights go to their respective owners. No Copyright Infringements of rights intended. I make no money from my videos, which means none of my videos are monetize.

Yes, I have permission to use this music as a backing track. From Broken Fingers, "Yes you can do that, no problem".

Piano arrangement by Broken Fingers Link to original video: https://youtu.be/4fDc_CrBGE0 Song: Talking To The Moon Artist: Bruno Mars Genres: Pop, R&B

#microphone #singer #vocal #condenser #usb #music #song #singing #cover #mk-f400usb #pop filter #piano #video #Alison Mason #Broken Fingers #Bruno Mars #Talking To The moon #Youtube

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Art of MY DREAM =]

#artwork #shitpost #broken fingers #dnb oc

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Broken Finger Stalker Contract

Online multiplayer item. Record of contract with the maidens of the Finger Reader.

Be summoned to the world of a player who has been invaded by a Broken Finger.

The Broken Fingers have betrayed the Finger Reader. They are a cancer that afflicts the ties that bind the Tarnished to one another. They must be excised, and eradicated.

#multiplayer #finger readers #tarnished #broken fingers