A Sweet Couple
A formal suit, sure, but great bat wings, bat ears, a prosthetic nose, red contacts, fangs, and fake bloodstains. somebody was going to appreciate that before the night was done, or stop them by force.
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 53
The way he was able to walk immediately on his brand new prosthetic foot the very same day dad finished it. he can't feel pain. banno slowly shook his head. "that's not true, girl."
OJB: Absinthe
Our faces prosthetic our smiles are untrue, and yes; i know you want an anesthetic too!
Reunion, Part 2
James tried very hard to break down his tech-talk; what we understood most was his enthusiasm and that his designs for new prosthetics, or parts or controls for them, were getting a lot of attention.
Broken Pieces. Chapter Twenty-Four.
Why did pb never get prosthetics throughout the years. there were hundreds of individuals who lost their tails or ears or body part in some kind of accident. it was normal, even socially acceptable to get a prosthetic. pb never had.
AE: Maiya Station Disaster
“is that the one with the lykain captain who has a prosthetic limb?” the first girl asked, looking up for the first time. “and tail.” “that must be one heck of a story.” the only male lykain on the trip scoffed.
Outcast - Chapter 2
"it's a very delicate operation but the end result far surpasses what limited mobility prosthetics could have given you." i looked at my mother, a pleading look in my eyes.
Dragon of Ossogoth: Part 5
“i’m sure the prosthetics might help supplant the lost hand. we are going back to arkari to ask the bioengineers to fashion a proper prosthetic for your hand.”
Found (Ch. 35)
Eric looked down at his prosthetic and barked out a harsh laugh. "and we're not even talking about folks with mental issues, like schizophrenics.
Phantom Pain Prologue
prosthetic clinics of dubious reputation competed to attract the most desperate or ambitious modification enthusiasts, even at the tangible risk of cyberpsychosis, either short-term or long-term.
Fool's Gold
She helps make prosthetics for the rest of us too. scoundrel’s a clock-making bull who goes by it/its. hornless and castrated, it found its quiet dignity in the structure of the object, a dust speck in space/time, form and function aligned.
Love Is... Chapter 9
At least, not without a crutch, a wheelchair or some sort of prosthetic to accompany them? would he never be able to run, to jump, or to even play footsie under the table?