#terminal illness tw

[compassionatereminders]

Hey Kat, curious if you know how cancer treatment is handled in Denmark?

I live in the US and when a relative was diagnosed with cancer, they paid a lot of money for the surgery (to remove the cancerous tissues) and for their chemotherapy. They had really good health insurance but I believe they had to pay 20% of the medical cost (it was thousands of dollars).

And then....I found out that I need to go in for cancer screenings ever couple of years due to my close relation to my family member (I have a heightened risk of getting this cancer so doctor reccs I do screenings every few years). I'm lucky that my insurance covers 100% of preventative screenings/operations, but not all US insurance companies cover that.

Would be interested how Denmark treats cancer patients/preventative procedures/care, if possible. If not, that's fine too. Just am curious because it's wild to hear how different healthcares are done (I'm really jealous of Japan's dental care, for example)

Cancer treatment is the crown jewel of our universal health care system, and as far as I know it is fully covered. We have a full independent system in place JUST for cancer treatment to effectualize that cornerstone of health care significantly, and free screenings are also offered, especially if particularly relevant. Once they suspect cancer they will place you in the cancer section of the system, and fast track you through that as effectively as possible until cancer is hopefully excluded. Both testing, chemo and surgery is completely free. My sister had a cancer scare at a point and recently one of my parents friends got diagnosed, and both times the system worked FAST from the moment they suspected cancer. So I genuinely think our cancer care is especially effective, even with the occasional issue

#chat with kat #cancer tw #terminal illness tw #health risk tw #surgery tw

[weenwrites]

Can you do Predaking Skylynx and Darksteel with S/O with terminal cancer (sorry if this theme makes tou uncomfortable)

Cancer

Summary - When your time is finite, how do your lovers spend their time with you? Characters - Predaking, Skylynx, Darksteel Content - Angst, Hurt & Comfort Category - Headcanons Trigger Warnings - Terminal Illness Mention, Cancer Mention

✎ A/N: It's fine! I'm sorry this came rather late but, I hope you enjoy what I wrote.

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

Predaking

He understands well that your time is limited, so he tries his hardest in order to see every wish of yours come to fruition, no matter what he has to do in order to make it come true. If you've ever wished to see a certain part of the world, he'll bring you there in a heart-beat. Or if you just want to be in the company of your loved ones he'll bring them to you or you to them, whichever is easier and faster. He'd rip the stars down from the sky and serve you the moon on a silver platter even if you did so little as mention the notion in passing.

He's tried to learn as much as he could about your condition, whether it be from asking you or doing research of his own, so he's somewhat familiar with the side-effects that come with terminal cancer and he's always on the lookout for them. He encourages you to take care of yourself and drink plenty of water, and if you ever begin mentioning signs of pain, he's quick to ask where to take you. If it's to the hospital, he couldn't care less about being seen if it means you'll be alright. Or when you get cold he tries his best to warm you up, whether it's by curling up around you, or setting up a little fire.

If you do any activities outdoors or away from your home, he'll personally be there to accompany you whenever he can.

Whenever there are difficult nights where you're brought down by the gravity of the situation, Predaking has made it clear that you could come to him for support whenever you experience times like these.

Skylynx

And when he already thought your life was short enough, it had to be cut even shorter... As opposed to the other two, he opts to take a—for lack of a better word—more "mental health-centered" take to this. That is to say, he doesn't try to make you feel happy all the time or he doesn't try to make every day better than the last, but that doesn't mean he just lets you be sad either.

He'll be there to listen to you talk about how you feel about this whole thing, and if you have nothing to say well he'll do whatever he can to comfort you if you come to tears. And whether you just want to sit with your emotions for a while, or distract yourself from them, he'll go with whatever you want to do.

And as per usual, he does try to keep you company whenever he can. Even if it's doing something very simple and mundane, he's willing to sit there and be with you for as long as he can.

Darksteel

He's upset that something like this is going to take you from him, and there's nothing he can do about it, but he tries not to linger on it for too long. He doesn't want your final moments together to bring nothing but tears when he looks back on them in the future, and besides... Things are already depressing enough as they are, he's not gonna rub any more salt in the wound.

He goes out of his way to make you laugh or smile however he can and as much as possible, even if it warrants Skylynx hitting him over the head for being annoying. And especially if you start to feel depressed, he's completely ready to bend over backwards just to hear your laughter.

If there's anything you're unsure about doing while you still can, he'll try to urge you to do it, especially if you think you might come to regret it. But if you tell him that your decision is final or that you really aren't sure, he won't try to push it anymore.

He tries to see to it that you get to do whatever you want to do no matter what that may be. Even if you want to do something simple that you enjoy, he wouldn't hesitate to crush anyone who tried to interrupt you.

#tfp x reader #tfp imagines #tfp headcanons #tfp predaking #predaking x reader #tfp skylynx #skylynx x reader #tfp darksteel #darksteel x reader #x reader #reader insert #self insert #tw terminal illness #terminal illness tw #terminal illness #tw cancer #cancer tw #cancer #weenwrites

[galaxywhump]

Ending and Beginning

[An Immortal Among Stars Masterlist]

Not really whumpy, takes place after Abandoned.

contents: character death, terminal illnesss, lady whump, immortal whumpee, redeemed whumper.

~~~

“You can leave soon, dear. When I’m gone.”

Karita nodded, staring out the window, her gaze blank, as it had been for the last several years. She flinched when Iris was sent into a coughing fit, which sounded even worse and more strained than the previous ones. Time was running out, Karita’s freedom was drawing near, and yet she didn’t know how she felt about it.

Yes, Iris had tortured her at first, used her as a test subject, a power source, but then… something changed. They were both lonely, and Karita was still in mourning after being betrayed by the people she considered her friends at one point. Iris needed someone to spend time with, and Karita didn’t need anything - and so she stayed, even when she was allowed to leave the tower.

There was something therapeutic about being away from everyone, lost in a new routine, tending to Iris’s small garden, gathering herbs around the island, sitting in the tall grass and looking at the wild sea. In the evenings, curled up in a very old and very comfortable armchair in front of the fireplace, she made use of Iris’s extensive library, and once Iris was no longer able to read on her own, Karita started reading the books to her. She still felt empty, numb, but it was a lighter kind of emptiness, one that brought her relief. 

“Karita?”

“Yes?” She looked away from the window, at Iris. The old mage was pale, her eyes had a sickly gleam to them. She was wasting away, but she had made her peace with it long ago.

“I wanted to apologize,” she said, her voice raspy and forced.

“You already have,” Karita reminded her with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, and she couldn’t remember the last time it did.

“I know,” Iris sighed. “But it doesn’t change the fact that I hurt you.”

“It’s okay. It’s never permanent.”

Iris frowned in concern and shook her head.

“That doesn’t make it right. Immortal or not, you don’t deserve to be in pain.”

It was a simple statement, yet it felt like a punch to the gut. It wasn’t something Karita heard… well, ever. She was always fine, eventually. She always persevered, escaped or outlived her tormentors, and there were no scars to remind her of any of it. She was fine, she could handle pain, and it became inevitable the moment she woke up on the battlefield centuries ago, surrounded by dead bodies, having been one herself mere moments before.

“You poor girl,” Iris said softly, reaching out to her. “You’re crying.”

She was, and she tried to laugh it off, but all it did was force some of the tears out of her eyes. She wiped at her cheek, cleared her throat, and took Iris’s hand.

“It’s okay,” she repeated. “I’m used to it.”

“You shouldn’t be, though. No-one should. I am sorry I contributed to your pain.”

A shaky exhale, even more tears, a suffocating lump in her throat.

“Can we stop talking about it? It’s…” okay. She ended up only shaking her head. “Yes, you hurt me, but you stopped, and you’ve been kind to me ever since. I really appreciate that. It’s been a… more peaceful few years.”

Iris smiled at her and squeezed her hand, and hers felt so frail, so small, as if she wouldn’t be able to gesticulate enough to cast even the simplest spell.

“It was the least I could do. And now the least I can do is give you something I’ve been working on for a while.” She nodded towards the nightstand by her bed. “Open the drawer, dear.”

Karita frowned, but followed the request, not letting go of Iris’s hand. The only thing in the drawer was a bracelet made of small translucent gray beads. She took it out and held it up.

“It’s beautiful,” she said, and Iris laughed, which immediately turned into another bout of coughing.

“It’s not mere jewelry,” she explained once she could speak again, though her breathing remained strained. “It’s imbued with my magic.”

Karita hummed and cupped the bracelet in her palm. With a bit of concentration she could sense the magic coursing within; it was subtle, but undeniable.

“What does it do?”

“It lets you alter your appearance.”

Karita’s eyes widened and snapped to Iris as the implication made her heart skip a beat.

“So I can…?”

“Yes. It’s not a strong spell, sadly. When I tried to make it more powerful, the beads shattered, and I didn’t want the vessel to be anything more obvious than this bracelet. Trust me, I wanted to make it as small as a ring or an earring. Regardless, it should let you create an illusion of aging.” As Karita exhaled shakily, Iris continued. “I remember you telling me that your not aging forces you to move all the time. I hope that with this little trinket you can stay in one place for longer. Make a life for yourself, at least for a few decades. My magic isn’t what it used to be, so the spell won’t work for more than half a day, I believe, but-”

“No, no, it’s wonderful. Really. I… I don’t really know what to say, no-one…” No, she was getting choked up, so she shook her head. She teared up again, and she hated crying, she hated showing weakness, but this was different, she wasn’t weak and didn’t have to act tough, and no-one was going to mock her for crying. Iris smiled at her with sympathy, and gave her hand another gentle squeeze.

“You deserve a good life, Karita,” she said softly. “You really, really do. I hope you can find it when I’m gone.”

“Y-yeah,” Karita choked out, nodding. “Yeah. I’ll try. Thank you, Iris. For everything.”

“You’re welcome, dear. Besides, I should be the one thanking you.”

They stayed like this until Karita stopped crying; then she fetched Iris’s favorite book to read a few chapters to her, looking up from the pages every now and then to make sure Iris was still awake and listening. She continued reading for hours, only taking breaks to drink some water when her throat went dry, until Iris let out a relieved sigh, closed her eyes, and faded.

Karita fell silent, and watched as the mage’s body was engulfed in bright light, which then dispersed, clung to the walls and ran through them in the form of thin veins. The body was gone, but Iris’s life essence had become one with the tower, her beloved home. It would eventually turn back into ruin, just as she had found it, but a part of her would still be here, on the island she’d found solace on.

Sitting on the front steps, Karita looked up at the stars and exhaled. Despite Iris’s death, she felt light. It was a good death after a long life, and she was glad to have helped make the last few years more bearable. But now she was alone, and she had to find a new place, a new life.

She spent a while listening to the rustling of grass and the crashing waves, and for a moment she considered staying here. It was a good place, a place she knew well, isolated enough that she shouldn’t be found for some time. She could continue living in the tower, existing without worrying about anything, but… she would be completely alone, and despite Iris’s repeated claims that people like them were doomed to live a lonely existence, she couldn’t and didn’t want to agree. Besides, the bracelet was proof enough that Iris wanted her to be able to live like a normal person, among others.

She returned to the tower, where she lit the fireplace and spent one last night in the armchair, which felt way less comfortable now, and in the morning she descended the stairs to the basement, where she ignored the tools that were used to torture her once upon a time. She headed for the teleportation device, a circular spot that used to glow with a much brighter, steady light, but now was pulsating weakly. 

“It won’t work forever. I put most of my magic into it, so even when I’m gone it should stay active for a few days, but you should act quickly. I don’t want you to be stuck here on your own.”

She didn’t want that either, despite everything.

Where did she want to go, though? She wasn’t sure. She could go anywhere, there weren’t many places she had strong connections to, and she didn’t want to go back to any of them. She was starting anew.

Just take me somewhere safe, with other people, she commanded as she stood on the device, looking around one last time, taking in the familiar walls of the tower. Right before nothingness surrounded her, she looked down at the bracelet on her wrist, and couldn’t help but smile. She had more of a chance than ever before, and she was… excited.

If the spell worked, she could live her new life for several decades, and she was going to make the most of it.

~~~

taglist: @stab-the-son-of-a @poeticagony

#lady whump #immortal whumpee #redeemed whumper #character death #terminal illness tw #terminal illness cw #space whump #fantasy whump #oc: karita #oc: iris #something a bit different #with comfort vibes even #my writing

[man-made-misery]

I'm not that deep into ESC tumblr so they're probably talking about it there, but I need to talk about Melovin accidentally saying he was terminally ill when he actually meant chronically ill 😭

#linguistically the mistranslation between terminal and chronic/incurable is fascinating #they're so close to being synonyms that a translation software probably would mix them up #anyway love to melovin ❤️ as a fellow diabetic i wish him all the best #illness tw #terminal illness tw

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

oh god… it’s just hitting me that tommy’s last message to techno was him just checking on him to see if he was alright… :(

#its fucking unfair man #fuck cancer #technoblade #terminal illness tw

[kindaorangey]

okay, on a more genuine note - miraculous s5 ep24 representation shows nathalie in a much worse state than she has been previously. i'll put the details under the cut, but if that sort of thing triggers you, be careful watching this episode

she is shown completely bedridden, unable to physically stop gabriel from taking back the graham de vanily ring from her finger. she also has hollow cheeks and a grey streak in her hair. she is in just one scene.

#terminal illness tw #ask to tag #nathalie sancoeur #ml #ml representation #miraculous ladybug #thunder rambles

[rileytakeda]

The San Diego airport is tiny compared to LaGuardia, but somehow no less busy. Riley sits at her gate, motionless with her carry-on at her feet, eyes staring at the faint stain on the ugly patterned carpet. It's the typical hum of travel, with the whine of jet engines and the chatter of families overtaking everything. She got a coffee from the stand just past security, more of a habit to have the drink than anything, and it sits untouched on the table next to her.

The events of the five months play on a loop in her mind, from the conversation she'd had with Aria explaining everything that had gone on with her father, to the phone call she'd gotten from her mother not even a week later.

'It's terminal, Riley.'

With her father, it was easy. Despite the death of her relationship with Aria, there was really nothing else to it. Riley made the proper appearances, parroted the right words, and she left again, free to leave him in the recesses of her memories once more. When her mother called, saying that she had no one else, that was a lot harder.

Kathleen Takeda never raised a hand against her, rarely even had a bad word to say about her daughter. She was stern, yes, but Riley remembered sharing moments with her mother that she will always cherish, despite everything else. No, Kathleen Takeda's greatest sin was always staying silent when she should have spoken up. Riley had learned early on in her life that her mother would never be her savior, and that had been a harder pill to swallow than her father being an abusive fuck. And it made it easier for Riley to agree when her mother asked her to come home.

For the better part of four months, she watches her mother go from the peak of physical health to skin and bones. She deteriorates rapidly, quicker than even the doctors predicted, and Riley carries her through it all. She thinks that maybe the idea of a looming death will allow them to finally talk about the things they've tiptoed around for so many years. She thinks that with her father dead, maybe they can actually talk about the things that happened, and Riley naively even thinks that maybe she could get an apology.

But soon she realizes that is a pipe dream. Her mother avoids the topic at every turn, faking coughing fits until they turned real, or pretending to be asleep, all so she doesn't have to face accountability. The one time Riley presses things, it escalates into a fight that ends with a trip to the ER when her mother begins to hyperventilate. The doctor tells her then that she needs to keep the dying woman calm, that any type of exertion will be fatal for her.

Riley could have left then. She probably should have. What does she owe her mother at that point other than a giant fuck you? But she stays, still too afraid about what people would say about her for abandoning her. Too afraid to turn into her parents, who stopped giving a shit when it got hard.

Kathleen Takeda passes away a week before Christmas. She's given a burial befitting of a military officer and interred next to her husband. A surprising number of people show up despite the fact it's right before the holidays. Riley pulls it together literally overnight, and she realizes she never knew her parents at all. An unnamed soldier hands Riley a folded flag that she accepts with a solemn nod, with the sound of rifles echoing behind her.

"I'm sorry for your loss." Bang. "She was a great woman." Bang. "At least they're together now." Bang.

The chime of the overhead intercom interrupts her stewing with an announcement that her flight is boarding. The ticket price was obscene because of how last minute it is, on Christmas Eve no less, and she's stuffed into a middle seat, but she hopes leaving her hometown will finally allow her to fucking breathe once she's three thousand miles away from her parents' graves.

It doesn't. The air in the city smells like garbage and piss and she feels just as suffocated as she did in California. The cab driver curses at the traffic and flips off no less than four cars, and Riley doesn't feel as comforted as she thought she would. In the weeks leading up to her mother's death, Riley thought it would finally mean true freedom from her parents, like the last remaining tie to that part of her life would disappear and she could move on for good. But she's learning that grief is never that simple, and more than grieving her mother, she mourns the possibility of ever finding real closure from them. Coming back to New York changes none of that.

Her breakdown lasts well into the morning and she feels like a zombie as she starts to come out of it. The TV is playing some cheery black and white Christmas movie, where the middle-age overworked father remembers the true meaning of the holiday in time to bring home the perfect gift to his daughter, and Riley wants to laugh at the irony, but even that feels like too much energy.

"Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals," she mumbles to herself as her eyes slip closed, finally exhausted.

Finally home.

#[ self para ] #terminal illness tw #parental death tw #abuse tw #lmk if there's anything i missed #some insight as to where riley's been over the last few months

[otpcompendium]

TW terminal illness

A has the ability to share time from their life with others. They rarely use this ability until they meet and fall in love with B, who is terminally ill, and start discreetly adding time to B's life from their own in order to be able to spend more time together.

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[splendidissimus]

Whumptober 2023 Completionist Masterlist

For the benefit of Whumptober skimmers: All of these stories take place within the same nearly-canon-compliant Harry Potter AU, the key difference of which is that Voldemort's task to Draco, kill Dumbledore, came with a curse that drained his life until Dumbledore was dead, and left him that way afterward. These stories span time from roughly age 16 to ~40. Draco is whumpee.

"Theo" is Theodore Nott, the ultimate background character of Draco's dorm / Draco's boyfriend it turns out.

Anything listed with "Theo caretaker" is likely to have hints of romance, but anything heavily romantic will have "romantic" in the little warning area. Otherwise it's family feels / friends / professional.

Because these span lot of time, Lucius' characterisation in particular can vary wildly (he's got his own issues). Draco's and Theo's personalities also change, to a greater or lesser degree. Narcissa is eternal.

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“But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.” | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”

#1 : August 1998 - 1500 words Draco faints and falls down the stairs while he's off his meds sickfic // untrustworthy mind // whumpee in denial // Theo caretaker

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Delirium

#2 : November 1999 - 1000 words Draco hasn't been sleeping, Lucius gets pissed abusive parent // untrustworthy mind // passive whumpee // Lucius whumper

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Solitary confinement

#3 : September 1998 - 700 words Draco is badly withdrawing and no one notices or helps depression // caretaker failure

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“I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.” | Shock | “You in there?”

#4 : 2002ish - 1800 words Draco is hit with a fear curse during a duelling tournament vulnerable whumpee // whumpee seems normal // Theo caretaker

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Pinned down | "It's broken."

#5 : 2004 - 700 words Draco wakes up during the magical equivalent of surgery medical whump // romantic // Theo caretaker

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Made to watch | "It should have been me."

#6 : early 2000 - 550 words Lucius makes Draco see exactly when he's done for him mind r*pe // cruciatus curse // abusive parent // self-loathing whumpee // Lucius whumpee // Lucius whumper // Voldemort whumper

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“I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.” | Radio silence

#7 : August 2000 - 1300 words Draco has intense anxiety over Theo not coming home anxiety // romantic // Theo caretaker

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Outnumbered | "It's all for nothing."

#8 : 1 July 1997 - 1400 words Draco is bullied by Death Eaters and realises that Dumbledore's death didn't change anything homophobia

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Alternate prompt: Aftermath of Failure

#9 : Easter 1998 - 700 words Voldemort punishing everyone after Harry & co's escape cruciatus curse // vomit // Voldemort whumper // Narcissa caretaker

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Stranded | "You said you'd never leave."

#10 : May 1999 - 2800 words Draco emotionally cracks and calls Theo back from Hogwarts for help This story got fluffier than normal and is mostly about recovery rather than suffering emotional breakdown // vulnerable whumpee // Theo caretaker // Narcissa caretaker // house elf caretaker

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“All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.” | Captivity | “No one will find you.”

#11 : August 2001 - 800 words excerpt of Draco kidnapped and tortured by an escaped Death Eater beating // bondage // torture // kidnapping // captivity // cruciatus curse // numb whumpee // Death Eater whumper

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“I haven't slept in days, but who's counting?” | Insomnia

#12 : 2004 - 7500 words Draco has found a concoction that lets him go without sleeping for weeks, but it's making him crazy and dangerous. His family have to keep him contained until it wears off. Draco is brutally abusive to all 4 caretakers. captivity // emotional abuse // starvation // sleep deprivation // whumped caretakers // Lucius caretaker // Narcissa caretaker // Theo caretaker // house elf caretaker // Draco whumper

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Infection | "I don't feel so good."

#13 : September 2000 - 1300 words Draco falls sick with the flu while he's working on Diagon Alley sickfic // fever // romantic // Theo caretaker

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"Feed me poison, fill me 'til I drown." | "Just hold on."

#14 : Easter 2000 - 1900 words Draco is found having overdosed on some of his medications, insists it was an accident overdose // suicide attempt (possibly) // vomit // depression // numb whumpee // house elf caretaker // Narcissa caretaker // Lucius caretaker

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Suppressed Suffering | "I'm fine."

#15 : June 2006 - 1000 words Draco is not in the mood for a surprise party, but he does it anyway whumpee seems normal

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"Would you lie with me and just forget the world?" | "Don't go where I can't follow."

#16 : January 2019 - 900 words Draco considers becoming a ghost after his death physical weakness // dying // terminal illness // angst // romantic // Theo caretaker

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Touch Aversion | "Leave me alone."

#17 : 2003 - 3100 words Draco dreams Theo hurt him and has a psychotic break, accidentally harms people with unintentional magic untrustworthy mind // implied noncon // touch aversion // loss of magic control // scared whumpee // Lucius caretaker // Theo caretaker // Theo "whumper"

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Tortured for Information

#18 : 2012 - 4000 words Draco is tortured by a client's abusive spouse torture // blood // gore // evisceration // physical weakness // kidnapping // defiant whumpee // Lucius caretaker // rando whumper

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"I'll take one final step, all you have to do is make me." | Psychological

#19 : 2009 - 1300 words Draco encounters a Dementor suicidal feelings // Theo caretaker

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"You're going to regret touching him."

#20 : late 2001 - 500 words Lucius has Rowle captivity // whumper turned whumpee // caretaker turned whumper // Lucius whumper

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"Don't move."

#21 : August 1998 - 1000 words Feeding time for Nagini human being eaten by animal

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Alternate Prompt: Body Modification

#22 : 2005ish - 2800 words Draco tries to remove the Dark Mark from his arm. With a knife. gore // blood // self-harm // self mutilation // vomit (lite) // self whump // house elf caretaker

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"It's gonna get me by the end of the night." | Shadows | Stalking | "Who's there?"

#23 : late 2001 - 1600 words Draco feels unsafe even though he knows he shouldn't anxiety // mental health problems // romantic // Theo caretaker

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Neglect

#24 : August 2001 - 1200 words Draco has to create his own water while he's being held captive. dehydration // bondage // captivity // neglect // degradation // whumper not present // Death Eater whumper

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Storm

#25 : August 2001 - 500 words Draco experiences a storm while held captive by Rowle isolation // captivity // bondage // Death Eater whumper

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"Sometimes I get so tired, I don't even know myself."

#26 : June 2000 - 1300 words Draco's inability to sleep properly sleep deprivation // night terrors // romantic // Theo caretaker

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Scars | "Let me see."

#27 : late 1998 - 1100 words Narcissa sees Draco's Sectumsempra scar body image issues // shame

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Sacrifice

#28 : 2007ish - 6800 words Theo and Draco are exploring a tomb in search of forbidden knowledge, and Draco plays the role of sacrifice for all of the trials blood // blood loss // self harm (bloodletting) // zombies // caretaker failure // Theo caretaker

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“I only sink deeper the deeper I think.” | Troubled Past Resurfacing | “What happened to me?”

#29 : January 2002 - 2800 words Draco discovers a recurring dream is actually a memory his parents Obliviated out of his mind untrustworthy mind // lashing out // angry whumpee // Theo caretaker // Lucius caretaker // Narcissa caretaker // Voldemort whumper

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“It’s okay, just to say, ‘I’m not okay’.” | Bridal Carry | “Not much longer…”

#30 : January 2020 - 2100 words Draco shuts down his Diagon Alley office and has to put his affairs in order, is too weak to probably ever leave home again dying // terminal illness // physical weakness // angst // Theo caretaker

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#31 :

#whumptober2023 #completionist #fic #harry potter #draco malfoy #draco x theo #dying tw #terminal illness tw #gore tw #blood cw #vomit cw #overdose tw #illness tw #captivity tw #depression tw #parental abuse tw #torture tw #whumptober 2023

[barbiegirldream]

read a fic about friends dealing with terminal illness and just remembered how my friends would tell my professors they were worried about me. promise that i was eating a lot. and how one of my professors called me in the middle of the night having the worst feeling and it's never been confirmed cause i didn't go to a doctor but so much shit was knocked over and i was on the floor we figure i had a seizure and she got me to call my mom to go home. and well idk idk something about community

#terminal illness tw #one of my docs brought it up that he thinks i've had lots of seizures every time i categorized something as a heat flash spasm fog episode #which well now that i think about it maybe we're all dumb for not assuming i was having seizures

[survivalscost]

( kit young. cis man. he/him.) ⸺ 🐏 greetings, bighorns ! walking around campus, sporting his dusty cowboy hat we’ve spotted LINCOLN “LINK” PALMER, a twenty-eight years old who contributes to our thriving community as an ANIMAL KEEPER. according to our intel, he's been around the sanctuary for two years and what we know about him, aside from the fact that he doesn’t agree with the decision of closing the gates, is that he enjoys the escapism element of films and will always attend the cinema when he can, is prone to getting songs stuck in his head and will hum them on a loop, laughs and jokes in stressful situations out of nervousness. doesn’t that make them fantastic ? we think it does, and that’s why we appreciate him so much, grateful for what he gives to our community.

basics !

name: lincoln palmer

nickname: link (preferred name)

age: 28

gender: cis man

orientation: bisexual & biromantic

hometown: fredericksburg, texas

occupation: animal keeper

positive traits: adaptable, playful, benevolent, creative

negative traits: awkward, forgetful, flippant, foolhardy

backstory ! (death tw & grief tw & brief terminal illness tw & child neglect tw)

for as long as he could remember, misfortune followed lincoln palmer around. five short years after his birth, his father got very ill, a year later the family was burying him. the grief was all consuming for his mother to the point that there were nights when link was taking care of her instead of the other way around. things didn't last this was forever though. soon enough a nice lady came to their house and shortly after that visit link was removed from the home.

from there he bounced around to different foster homes in places around the small town he was born in. nothing ever seemed to stick or last the way he hoped. soon enough he aged out of the system and was completely on his own and control of where he went. unfortunately, he didn't have much time to do so before the outbreak started and he was once again forced to move around to survive.

initially, he stuck to a small group he met while looting a place for supplies to survive on the outskirts of the last town he lived a normal life in. for a time, it felt really nice — having a group of friends or maybe even a family to ride out the end of the world with, but that feeling didn't last forever. things started to go downhill, as some of the bigger personalities in the group started to clash more and more and started causing a rift as well as additional problems no one needed right now. link, and anyone else not directly involved tried to ignore it or play a peacekeeping role because at the time staying with others seemed safer than venturing out on their own.

unfortunately, it didn't take much longer until a violent fight broke out between some of the members. it was bad enough that link was now aware that the infected were not the only threats. not wanting to deal with any of the aftermath or somehow get pulled into the conflict, he quickly gathered his things (along with some extras to help him survive) while the others tended to each other and fled without so much as a goodbye. admittedly it stung to leave some of the faces behind, but he convinced himself it was for the best.

hopping from group to group and sticking it out on his own in between quickly became his way of living, which he argued wasn't too different from how he used to live (aside from the new and very real threats to his safety at every turn). not every group took kindly to him coming and going as he pleased though. this way of life caused a bit of trouble for him (and in one instance almost cost him his life), with a few groups accusing him of using them for their resources and making off with more than he contributed. and while he always seemed to weasel his way out of said trouble, there was no denying that his luck was bound to run out sooner or later.

that was when the university popped up on his radar. while issues were sure to arise in a group that size (in his opinion), he figured they had a way of peacefully handling it seeing as though the place seemed so well managed for so long and decided to take a risk on it. maybe the comfort provided there was to blame or the people the place drew in, but link quickly got attached to the idea of this being a permanent home, something he hadn't known in a long time. the attack a year ago almost convinced him to return to fleeing at the first sign of trouble, however, he couldn't find himself to part with those here and decided to stick it out for better or worse this time around.

personality / headcanons !

despite the potential dangers keeping the gates open could bring and his distain for conflict, link doesn't agree with closing them. for one thing, there are plenty of good people who have walked through that gate and for another, it feels unfair that others aren't extended the same opportunity at a life that's as close to normal as they can get like everyone here was offered.

escapism has been one of his main coping mechanisms ever since he was a kid, always making up his own stories or getting lost in the ones told on the pages of books or on the big screen. he can often be found daydreaming while tending to the animals.

absolutely adores working with the animals. he lit up like a kid on christmas when he got to work with them (partly because there's less perceived conflict there than if he was working in smaller spaces with other people).

will occasionally have the confidence to talk a big game but has literally ran away from any serious conflict in the past.

despite his initial reservations towards people, he can't help but strike up conversation with anyone who will listen, craving that connection that was missing most of his life. between his humor in tense situations and general lack of social skills, he definitely comes across as a bit awkward when he first meets people though.

link wholeheartedly means well, but for one reason or another trouble (nothing too serious) always seems to follow him. he's always overly apologetic whenever it happens but his misfortune doesn't show any signs of stopping.

wanted connections / plot ideas !

others who work on the farm: link's a chatty person so he'd definitely strike up conversations with those working around him and at least try to strike up a positive work relationship with them.

fellow cinema enjoyers: just some people he regularly goes to the cinema with and discusses whatever they just watched together.

ride or die bestie: someone he immediately hit it off with either after he or y/m arrived here and quickly became close friends. i think it'd be fun if they have chaotic vibes whenever they're together. like they probably mean well but maybe cause a few minor problems here and there while they're trying to have fun.

a mutual disliking: not serious enough to be considered enemies, but these two have such differing personalities or views that they clash and get under each other's skin anytime they're around each other to the point link would rather just avoid them.

familiar faces: link bounced around different places and in different groups of survivors before coming here so he very well could have met some others that ended up here as well. they could have briefly been in the same group for a while or just had a one off meeting where they helped each other out or traded supplies or something. could be shallow or deeper connections!

anything else! i'm super flexible with plots so if you have any other ideas that you think would work for our muses lmk!

#endureintro #ʚ link palmer ɞ ⁄ intro . #death tw #grief tw #terminal illness tw #child neglect tw #keeping some stuff vague for plotting purposes #tumblr also killed the quality of the graphics i made so nothing fancy for now

[compassionatereminders]

My girls ex, who has been popping up throughout our relationship ( which always resulted in my girl making a bad choice) is now on his deathbed and she is been visiting and arranging things much like a girlfriend or a wife might do. The poor guy is on life support and I feel for him and his dad. She has been breaking her word to me, and putting her health at risk being at the hospital so much. I've been understanding and not trippin because dudes gunna die. Where do I draw the line, or do I even have that right? Sorry if I make no sense

I would be real careful about "drawing the lines" unless she is actively disrespecting you and the terms of your relationship. Dude is dying, not stealing your girl, and you get to have conflicted feelings about it, but I would be real careful about if and how to turn that into an ultimatum.

#chat with kat #death tw #terminal illness tw #hospital tw #hospitalization tw

[rocketfourever]

.. I don't know if .. I want to be brought back, if possible.

It's not right. When something or .. someone dies .. it's the natural order of things. It's how we all know how we should spend our time .. or .. something else. The meaning of life escapes me, haha.

It's not .. fair. For someone like me to have another chance. It's not fair to all those who suffered before me, with the exact same illness. To disrespect the forest's gifts .. I truly deserved this. To bring someone back is to disregard the effort they put into their life. To ignore all the things they did previously. What does it matter what sacrifices you made if the reason you did all those things can be easily over written .. ?

I suppose I'm rambling. My head feels like it's filled with freshly cleaned wool.

#rotomblr #giovanni posts #terminal illness tw #terminal illness

[bellenatty]

dad says 'you don't have to come every day, you can take time for yourself'

but she's dying and the only thing i can do is spend time with her. i don't want to be at home thinking about how i should be spending time with her

we've got so little time left

#death tw #terminal illness tw #bats.txt

[southern-belle-outcasts]

“What’s wrong?” (From Cassia to Nilza!)

@in--somnium

Send me "What's wrong?" And my muse will tell yours why they are upset. Prompt will be chosen with number randomizer from 1-40

20. “It’s…terminal. I have a few months left.”

The words left her mouth in an unimpressed sigh. How else do you face the fact that your coping mechanism for all the shit that you've dealt with in your life is your undoing? You can live out of spite but for so long. Spite doesn't work once you've drank your liver to death. And maybe she had wanted to quit at this point, or at least, lessen how much she depended on it. But it was too little too late there, and the need to take the edge off that pain that never really went away was going to finally end it...in a far more permanent way than she had really intended.

"I have no insurance, so even with my decent savings their billing department will forever have me by the cajones. And I don't qualify for a transplant since I have no fucking family to ask, and no insurance. Oh and definitely haven't been sober for six months." There was no asking her tio between the instruction to never contact him after he kicked her out, and the fact she would rather deal with this than see if maybe he had treated his slightly better than hers in the last twelve years.

Nilza shrugged, shaking her head slowly, eyes studying the floor intently as she scratched at her collarbone slowly, lips so tight they practically disappeared.

"So uh...yeah. Won't be getting out of here until they're done pumping me with fluids enough to be willing to let me out of here. Like it's going to do anything. That slap the sticker on the tank leak meme? Yeah, that's what this is," she said, shaking her hand with the IV in it with a roll of the eyes.

She pulled her eyes up, forcing a wry smirk. "You can go. Don't have to deal with this but uh...maybe you could let Saphira out for me. I'd just get a dog walker, save the bother, but the key is here with me..." That was something she would need to attend to as well, the fact her dog would outlive her even as old as she was.

#in somnium #v; salt and burn #//this is what popped up and I went with it BUT YOU DO NOT HAVE TO REPLY #omfg #this is heavy #and fatalistic holy crap #this can absolutely just be treated as a non-canon meme unless you want to go with it #terminal illness tw #medical tw #illness tw #addiction tw #alcoholism tw

[carmenblake]

statistics / pinterest / biography / connections

ABOUT

Full Name: Carmen Elizabeth Isabela Blake

Birth Name: Carmen Elena Palomo

Nickname: Minnie (by her dad and god daughter)

Age/DOB: October 30, 1989 (34)

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Gender: Cis Female

Place of Birth: Chicago, IL 

Neighborhood: Downtown

Sexual/Romantic Orientations: Bisexual / Biromantic

Religion: Atheist

Occupation: Unemployed

Length of Time in Providence Peak: Six Months

PERSONALITY

Goals/Desires: currently, carmen doesn’t have any goals or desires. she’s living life one day at a time and is struggling to get through that. however, if pressed, she’d be forced to admit that she wants the life she was given by her father for her goddaughter, and knows that in her current state she isn’t able to give her that. she wants to make her father proud, make the sacrifices he made for her throughout her childhood worth it.

Fears: failing her goddaughter, turtles (don’t ask)

Hobbies: drinking is her #1 right now, running (in general and from her problems), reading parenting for dummies books (more like skimming while making a drinking game out of it), mindlessly rewatching her comfort shows, any form of escapism she can find

Likes & Dislikes: bananas, hot summer days, her far too large emotional support stanley cup, the stuffed elephant she’s had since she was two, the smell of fresh laundry, wearing sweatpants right out of the dryer, the feel of freshly shaved legs in silk pj bottoms, red kool aid, musicals, kitchen dancing, gold jewelry, cigarettes, black leggings // the smell of gunpowder, diet soda, country music, driving long distances, overly friendly people, clothes with feathers on them, fireworks, nightmares, silence, room temperature water, getting attached, goodbyes, wet socks, broccoli, crossword puzzles, insincere compliments, pink, the phrase “everything happens for a reason”

QUICK FACTS (quick is subjective tho bc idk how to tldr anything)

Trigger Warnings: lots of death, drugs, sex work, crime, murder, terminal illness, shooting, etc.

Carmen was born in Chicago, IL, to Isabela Maria, a woman who struggled with addiction and worked for a crime syndicate called The Commission.

Isabela, Carmen's mother, became a confidential informant for Chicago PD with the help of Stuart Blake, a Vice Detective, who also assisted her in getting clean multiple times.

Carmen's childhood was marked by her mother's battles with addiction, but with Stuart's support, Isabela got clean when Carmen was 6, providing her with a brief period of stability.

Tragically, Carmen's mother relapsed and died of an overdose when Carmen was around 7, leading Carmen to be taken into custody by the police, where Stuart intervened and took her in.

Stuart, now Carmen's legal guardian, moved them away from Chicago to Phoenix, Arizona, where Carmen got a fresh start and adopted a new last name.

Carmen's passion for ballet began at the age of 8, but her dreams were put on hold when Stuart was shot in the line of duty when she was 17, leaving him paralyzed from the waist down.

Carmen took up various part-time jobs to support herself and Stuart, putting her ballet aspirations on hold.

At 20, Carmen joined the Police Academy to make her father proud, excelling in her law enforcement career and eventually joining the FBI.

After her fiancé left her and Stuart was diagnosed with a terminal illness, Carmen faced personal and professional challenges but continued to juggle her responsibilities until Stu passed away a year later.

Carmen's life took a dramatic turn when she joined the FBI undercover to dismantle The Commission, a crime syndicate linked to her mother's death, leading to complex relationships, loss, and her eventual decision to leave the FBI and care for her goddaughter, Ellie, in Providence Peak.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS

Family of Dani (her dead partner and Ellie's mom), who have been helping her care for the seven year old. Dani was born in Providence Peak and moved to Phoenix, where she and Carmen met, when she was 10. I imagine Dani was about 37 when she passed.

People who have been involved with/know of The Commission - They're a large crime syndicate who I imagine operate outside of just Chicago. Maybe she's met some people while undercover?

Other drinking establishment regulars. When Carmen doesn't have Ellie she's usually sitting at the corner of a bar somewhere drinking away her guilt and her grief. She's not very friendly 99% of the time but all of her energy is going into waking up and keeping Ellie alive and shielded from herself.

Neighbors. She lives in a two bedroom apartment downtown with Ellie. I imagine she's probably a super quiet neighbor but maybe she lives in a building with shared laundry and she's had some negative run ins in the laundry room? Or parking space arguments? Or even just a concerned neighbor who checks up on them when they haven't seen the girls for a bit.

When Carmen doesn't have Ellie she's found herself engaging in rather... reckless behavior. Whether that's sleeping with a stranger in a bar bathroom, running red lights as she drives home, or going for runs in all black in places she probably should be more aware of her surroundings. Anything to help her forget how she's feeling for even a second. So people who encourage/participate in this behavior, hookups, anything. Or even on the other end, people who are worried and try to stop this behavior.

Honestly, as much as Carmen is in bitch mode she's really just fighting for her life tbh. Trying not to be swallowed up by her grief and guilt and anger while doing her absolute best for Ellie (even though she knows her best isn't anywhere near good enough right now). She's lost everyone she's ever loved and while she wants to make them proud she doesn't know how to be alone in the world or how to pull herself out of the hole she's dug. So she needs friends, even if she acts like she doesn't need anyone.

#providence.intro #intro. #about. #death tw #crime tw #sex work tw #drugs tw #terminal illness tw #illness tw #idk i think that's all of them