#tw: spinal stuff

[thedisablednaturalist]

Tw for weight loss mention

The whole exercise will cure your disability thing is a fucking joke. Yes exercise is beneficial for your health, but only if you aren't already on shaky foundations. You need to be on a treatment plan that WORKS before going into the maintenance phase. You wouldn't do regular maintenance on a broken item, you'd work on getting it up and running first. And maybe it would even need specialized maintenance afterwards if it's especially fragile.

I have fibromyalgia and acute degenerative disc disease. My immune system attacks my nerves and discs in my spine are slowly calcifying and causing the bones to constrict and damage my nerves (i think thats how it works). I have days where it feels like my body is on fire from nerve pain and days where it feels like my spine is about to rip from my back. And days where I have both (like today!). I get numbness in my hands and feet. I have horrible migraines. I can no longer walk unaided more than maybe 5 minutes without severe pain. I have something wrong with my knees and hips but the doctors don't know what yet.

You'd think I live an obviously seditary lifestyle correct?

Hell no.

I walk aided on average 6 miles a day over difficult terrain OUTSIDE of regular activity almost everyday. My legs are muscular and strong. I get my heart rate up and a good sweat, like all the gym rats swear on. I am often doing physical labor such as weeding, digging, sample collecting, pruning trees etc.

I'm not saying this to make other disabled people feel bad or prove that they can do anything if they just tried harder. This is an extremely painful lifestyle I've chosen that takes a lot of lifestyle management AND BOUNDARIES to keep up with the work. I also have an extremely forgiving boss who is also physically disabled and knows what I'm going through (deciding between your passion and your health and having to do so each and every day) No one should ever be expected to do what I do. I'm not even sure if I should be doing this myself.

This is to prove that exercise? Has not cured me. My muscles are strong but still hurt as if they're broken and I have to take more breaks than my coworker. I am constantly getting out of breath and I flare up regularly if I'm not careful. I am in excellent physical condition outside of my disabilities. I go to different doctors several times a month to get checked out.

I previously went through a diet program and lost a lot of weight (basically starving myself and got off my depression meds which cause weight gain but are also the only ones that work) and guess what? That didn't do shit either!!! I still felt horrible!!! I've since gained back the weight anyway after switching to focusing on adding more nutrient dense foods than taking stuff away from my diet (also muscle weighs more than fat, and fat helps cushion my aching joints and spine).

The muscle doesn't do shit for my disabilities outside of maybe some stability. Exercising everyday doesn't make the pain go away. Without my medications and aids and nutrition plans and steroid injections and spinal adjustments and physical therapy (that takes my fibro and spine into account) and alternative work methods I WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO DO WHAT I DO. Exercise alone is like trying to make a car run with no oil. Yes it'll go but it'll get more and more damaged till it can't and will need its entire engine replaced!

And yet I see new doctors and they look at me and the first thing out of their mouths is do I exercise? I should try doing a little every day :) and then i fucking blow their minds when I tell them about my job. No longer can they use that fucking cop out on me. I've been through this rodeo. Ive tried their suggestions. If you are in pain and nothing is helping? Exercise ain't going to do SHIT. You need to get to a point where you can move without severe pain first (if that's even possible). Then and only then should you consider implementing regular exercise if you can. Also weight loss talk is a red flag and a cop out. They made me lose 50+ lbs before they would look into the reasons behind my pain. Weight loss did nothing for me and exacerbated my pain.

I am living proof that all that shit is a lie and a cop out. That is the point of this post. I cannot believe people with serious medical conditions are being forced to put their bodies through extreme duress just to be believed. You are not disabled because of laziness or because you sit a lot. Plenty of people live seditary lifestyles and do not live in constant excruciating pain (they may develop disabilities later in life due to this however, and should be doing preventative exercises to maintain their health)

Please, share my story with doctors. Use me as an example. I am proof that "exercise first treat later" does not work. I should not have had to wait years to have my pain validated. I'd rather hundreds of fakers get (what? A blood test? An MRI?) than one chronically ill person get told to try yoga and go away by a doctor.

#wrenfea.exe #doctors and nurses dont fucking clown on this post #anything you say needs to be backed up by sources with apa citation thrown in for good measure #this is my personal experience dont tell me im exaggerating or just havent tried hard enough #i will kick you with my horse legs and then go lie down for 4 hours #bedbound people i am sending you so much love and will probably be joining you in a few years #chronic disability #chronic pain #spoonie #fibromyalgia #disability #chronic illness #from the field #physically disabled #this also applies to neurodivergent and mentally ill people but pls don't derail #this is mainly about physical disabilities #you are welcome to make your own post and reference mine if you want @ me and ill reblog it #sometimes im like oh i cant be disabled bc i do all this stuff im a faker inflatrating the community #and then i have days like today where i cannot leave my bed #i am so pissed off that people with long covid and ME have to go through that fucking exercise rehabilitation program #that actively makes their mitochondria worse #you wouldnt start using a vase without fixing the cracks first #the water will spill out and the flower will die #degenerative disc disease

[fl3shm4id3n]

𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓵𝓵𝔂𝓼

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫?

Tw: some angst but fluff, reader is human, reader is gn, kiri’s seizure

Author’s note: I came up with a story, it’s somewhat of a Jake story but different. I hope this doesn’t offend anyone, I looked up some stuff up and I also hope you like it.

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It was an accident, long ago when you were a child, you and Spider had went to play with the Sully kids like you normally did. You were all having fun, until Spider and Lo’ak had the Idea that you all should climb a tree. You were the one that had climbed the highest, beating everyone. You wanted to climb higher, but you grabbed a really lose branch, when you got a hold of that branch, it snapped off. Causing you to fall down and hit the ground pretty hard. 

Neteyam was the one to get Jake, when his dad saw you on the ground unconscious surrounded by Spider, Kiri and Lo’ak who had been crying because you had passed out. He took you back to Norm and Max as fast as he could. They had checked you, and you where fine, but something wasn’t right. The fall had done something to your spinal cord and that had caused your legs to paralyzed. When you woke up, you asked what happened. Norm and Max were glad that you had woken up, but when you had asked why you couldn’t feel your legs. They broke the news to you, that you won’t be able to ever walk again.

This destroyed you, you wouldn’t be aloud to run or climb trees like Spider and the Sullys. Norm had told Jake about your spinal injury, he felt horrible. You were only a child, when he told his kids Lo’ak felt guilty, it was his idea that you were in that situation since he suggested the climbing trees idea. Neytiri told him that it wasn’t his fault and that it was an accident. 

Since then majority of the time you’d just stay in your room, upset that you weren’t able to go outside and play.

Spider would go and stay with you, he felt bad that you couldn’t come with him anymore, so he’d stay with you. When he’d go out, he’d come back with flowers for you, to make you feel better. 

Long has passed since your accident, Norm had a talk with you. At first you didn’t want to listen but you did. He had told you that it’s not good for you to stay in your room all day, that if you keep doing that then you’ll always be upset.

As the time you had been thinking about Norm’s words. He was right. Then youo come out of your room. Jake had left his wheelchair behind, so it now became your wheelchair. You learned how to move yourself with your upper body along other things. 

Since majority of the time you were indoors, you began to draw. You had asked Norm for some paper and a pencil, once you got them you began to draw. 

Neteyam, Lo’ak, and Kiri would come to the lab to see you. They had brought you flowers since you weren’t able to go look at them outside.

During their time in the lab, you’d draw them, when finish you’d give them their portrait. When they’d go back home, they’d show their parents your drawings of them.

You were able to go outside, but only be on a certain areas. When the Sully kids had found out, they were happy to know that you can come outside, they didn’t have an issue that you couldn’t go further, they were just glad that you were able to be outside.

Sometimes Jake and Neytiri would come with the kids to see you and Spider. You had also began to draw both Jake and Neytiri, as well as gift them the drawings you made of them.

You’d get praises from Jake and encouragement from Neytiri, they believed that you’d become a very talented artist.

As the years passed, your drawing skills had become better.

You’d spent hours and hours drawing, putting in as much details as you could into your work. You also began to study to be a field botanist. When Spider would go see the Sullys, he’d come back with a plant for you to study. 

When Kiri and Lo’ak would come to see you, but Kiri also began to come see her mother’s avatar. You and Kiri would spend hours talking about things, not really paying attention to the time.

As a gift, you decided to draw Grace and give the drawing to Kiri. You spent days drawing both Grace human and Avatar in the same paper. Until finally you were finished, you were going to give the drawing to her when she and Lo’ak would come to visit.

You had gift her the drawing you had been working on, and you saw how Kiri had gone into tears, seeing a picture of her mother’s two forms. She hugged you and thanked you for the gift while in tears.

That day was actually your birthday, and you noticed how everyone had been acting suspicious. Until you were surprised by everyone in the lab with a small surprise party, you had thanked them for the surprise, but they weren’t done yet. Norm and Max had taken you to a tank that had been empty for years, but this time it was occupied by something, or rather someone. Once you got a better look, you saw it was an Avatar, your avatar. You saw how the avatar twitched in the tank, but  you noticed its features, your features. You were now in tears, you had thanked Norm and Max for the amazing gif.

That same day, you were going to experience your avatar. When you woke up, you felt different, the first thing you saw was a bright light and heard Norm talking. You slowly sat up, then looked down, seeing that you were in a hospital gown, but you did not miss your now blue hands. Then you looked over at your feet, seeing that you were able to move your toes. You got up, standing up for the first time in years. Norm had told you that he needed to see if everything was alright, but you were just too excited.

Once his back was turned, you literally bolted out of the place, outside. Ignoring Norm’s calls, you had ran. Across the forest, feeling the dirt on your feet and plants. You were able to smell the air, was refreshing. You ran and ran until you stopped, trying to catch your breath. To pumped up with adrenaline. You got on your knees and felt the grass under you. You laid on it and looked up at the sky, seeing how blue it was.  All of a sudden your eyes welled up in tears, you were crying but not because you were upset, but because you were happy. Happy that you were able to walk and run again like when you were a kid. it felt great.

You had gone to the Sullys to show them your new avatar, at first they didn’t recognized you, but when you got closer they realized it was you. They were shocked to see that you in an Avatar, they didn’t think it was possible but it was, you were standing right in front of them. Lo’ak had been the most excited about you being a na’vi, he had now planned all the things, while Jake was a bit worried about this. He did not want you do reckless things while on your avatar body since it was your first time walking again and because of the excitement you had been feeling. Jake had a talk with Norm and Max about this.

The Sully kids had began to teach you, they began to teach you the ways of the people, since you had arrived in your avatar they had wanted you to like them. But you also had to be careful, since Norm had a talk with you about taking responsibility with your avatar, that you can’t be reckless among other things. 

During the days they had been teaching loads of things, with the help of spider since he knew more.

First you were thought how to hunt with a bow and arrow, then you were taught on how to bond with a Banshee, you were scared at first but you manage to tame a banshee.

Then came a dire horse, but what you loved the most the banshee. You loved flying in the sky, feeling the air in your face, you didn’t have to wear the mask which was better. 

Lo’ak had wanted you to come to a war party, but Jake forbade it, you were still new to your body and movements, he did not want anything to happen to you.

That day Spider was going to step out, and he had asked if you wanted to join. You told him that you wanted to get some work done, it had gone late and Spider had not returned. 

Then the next day you heard that Spider had been taken away and the Sullys had to leave. It crushed you, you felt as if you had gone with them, non of that would of happened. The Sullys had come to say goodbye to you, you begged Norm to let you go with them but you couldn’t.

When they left, you had stopped using your avatar, you had stayed in doors like before. You only used your avatar when going to collect samples or to go see Mo’at to see how she had been doing. 

You missed them terribly, both Spider and the Sullys, they were your family just like the scientists. Months had passed, they had not returned, it’ll be a while since the RDA had put a target on the family along with Spider being captured.

Then Norm and Max got a call from Jake that Kiri needed help, this was your chance to see the Sullys again. You had asked Norm if you could come, he hesitated at first but they agreed since you were worried out of your mind for Kiri, once you were in your avatar, you left with Norm and Max.

When you had arrived, you saw another species of Na’vi that you had never heard off, you had been worried for Kiri, she had been your close friend since you were both kids. Norm and Max weren’t able to wake her up, then the tsahik had come in to help Kiri.

You sat with Neytiri and Tuk worried, and hoping that Kiri would wake up, then she did. You and Tuk were glad that she had woken up, Neytrir had been reliefed the most seeing that her child was awake. 

After Kiri had been better, Norm and Max had stayed to make sure Kiri was getting better. 

When Lo’ak and Neteyam had heard that you were here, they had been happy to see you again in a while. You had caught up with them and told them about how Mo’at’s has been doing.

You had also met their friends Ao’nung, Tsireya and Rotxo, who had helped when Kiri had her seizure. You had thanked them for helping Kiri in that time. When you had to leave

#avatar the way of water #avatar 2022 #avatar x reader #avatar x you #avatar x y/n #atwow #atwow x reader #the Sully's #sully family #sully family x reader #platonic #platonic relationships #the sully family #gn reader #gn y/n #atwow headcanons #aphrodite's writing #aphrodite's headcanons

[assortedvillainvault]

I've had a little request/prompt in my head for you for ages, bc it relates specifically to your characterization of Blitzwing. You have established that your version is constantly plagued by processor-splitting headaches. How do you think he'd react to the realization that his headache is GONE when he's around his S/O?

Midnight I've rotated this ask in my head like a snowglobe for weeks - thank you for being one of the biggest fans of Blitzwing on this blog, genuinely love your prompts for the guy.

I didn't even realise I'd put headaches in every headcannon but I went back and reread my stuff and. Yeah - chronic headache is now a Thing. Due to the severity of the triplechanger process it felt a bit 'handwavy-poweroflove-sumthin'-sumthin' to render them GONE, but Better? Better I can do. Hope You Enjoy!

Tw: descriptions of migraines/pain, allusions to maladaptive coping with said pain, kidnapping but like. In the Megamind way.

Blitzwing x Reader: 'Headaches'

Ever since the triple changer surgery, Blitzwing has a had a constant, splitting pain in his helm that pain blockers and all manner of defrags won’t touch. (And no it’s not his alters, ha ha funny joke fragging die-)

He’s not sure if it’s somenting physical, and he doesn’t trust Blackarachnia’s surgery technique one iota, but the deed is done. The pain never fades. Sometimes it lances through him so sharply that it forces his audio and visual feed to cut, rendering him blind and deaf at the worst moments.

And on other days it races down his spinal strut and through his wings to the point that even gentle breezes feel like sandpaper, his touch sensors scrambled and sore.

On better days it’s a low, pulsing, grinding ache at the tip of his neck and behind his optics, and at the seams of his faces. One that can be covered up by other, newer pains, or by switching faces so fast he gets dizzy.

Coping mechanisms are coping mechanisms, if you call him out then congratulations for sacrificing yourself to the Decepticon cause for target practice.

Upon meeting you (aka – scooping you off the street for a hostage meatshield and subsequently being told to keep you for a bit), his headache pulsed so badly that his balance teetered and he nearly crushed you in his fist. Great. One more thing to fragging deal with.

Your specific hostage situation didn’t take long, only a few days due to Prowl and his cyberninja sneaky ways, but you left a genuinely lovely impression on Blitzwing in the meantime. Not too screechy, no unnecessary fluids, a sense of slightly unhinged humour?? 10/10 would kidnap again!

So he does.

Little and often, in snatches and starts. And it isn’t immediately obvious to either party, but there’s a...lightness, creeping in. Like sounds are clearer, and his head has room for more stuff. He shrugs it off and thinks nothing of it, distracted and humming along as you chat about anything and everything - kicking your feet inside his cockpit.

Apparently a quirk of both biology and technology, is that the mind will translate emotional and mental hurt into physical hurt. Ease the former...and the physical will begin to follow.

Huh.

It still takes him several months to recognise that with you and you alone, he loosens up and calms down enough that the pain is lower than it has been in years.

Never gone, but better. And that’s more than he’d ever expected.

#thalassa responds #thanks for the ask! #blitzwing x reader #tfa blitzwing #blitzwing #yeah no seriously that surgery is so fucked up on a conceptual level #there's no way he's not come out of it with chronic pain of SOME kind #give that mech a break some playdoh and a smoothie #transformers animated #maccadam

[and-stir-the-stars]

Hello.. Blah blah blah I'm drawing zombie AU Evan because I am a self-indulgent.. But I don't know what to do with his face.. Does he completely heal from the bite is there just a chunk missing what's going on??

As the expert of all things Evan I hope you could help

tw for body horror stuff

And I'll preface this by saying that idk if any of this stuff is logically or medically accurate. It's just my uneducated guesses about what I *think* might happen

I don't feel confident in whether ur asking abt Ev being bit by Fredbear or by a zombie in the au so I'll just answer both

Okay so if u look closely at the Bite, Evan sorta starts out with his entire upper body inside Fredbear's mouth, but by the time the jaws clamp down, it appears to be Evan's head, neck, and upper shoulder area getting the brunt of Frebber's bite.

So typically when I think of Evan's injuries from the Bite, it's like this:

Evan's skull gets crushed, not so much by the teeth, but by the metal "roof" and bottom of Fredbear's endoskeleton mouth. Think of what happens if you pinch a grape too hard between two fingers: this is Evan's skull.

Fredbear's teeth dig into Evan's neck and upper shoulder/collar bone area, likely with enough force to shatter some bones since a normal animatronic shouldn't have had the strength to kill Ev with a bite but Fredbear somehow did have the strength

So an au where Ev heals from the Bite of 83. Doctors would have to piece Evan's skull back together, likely with sutures and screws and metal plates until the bones heal back together on their own.

And in an au where Evan lives, the doctors would need to be really worried about the state of Evan's brain: if Fredbear's jaw or the metal of Fredbear's inner mouth crushed his brain as well and not just his skull, and if any of the shards of Evan's skull accidentally pierced or even got lodged into Evan's brain.

No idea how doctors would approach this if something like this happened, but there have been extreme cases of people surviving severe brain trauma (being shot and having a bullet lodged in the brain, metal pipes being completely shoved through the brain, etc etc). Though these cases are often associated with severe personality changes and deficits in memory and logical functioning afterward.

Post-Bite, Evan's head might always be a little (or a lot) misshappen, depending on how well his skull grew back together. I imagine he'll have a lot of scarring as well. He can have trauma around his eyes as well: eyes missing entirely, or perhaps one or two "lazy eyes" that cloud over and loose their vision, or his vision might remain intact but not be as good as before. Just depends on what you want.

And then I imagine he'd have scarring around his neck and shoulders as well. He might have long-term breathing problems if Fredbear's teeth punctured or crushed his trachea. He could become mute or have problems speaking if the teeth punctured or crushed his vocal chords. Likewise, he could have problems with being able to eat/swallow depending on what happened to his esophagus.

I imagine in an au where Ev survived the Bite, the damage done to his neck by the teeth would be a little less drastic than the damage done to his head by the roof of Frebber's mouth. Any damage done to the spinal cord (which would be very easy to do at the neck like this) is either going to be fatal or can lead to paralysis, from minor to severe paralysis. Paralysis might be something Ev deals with after the Bite, though that could be a bit impractical if he's trying to survive in a zombie au. It's up to you.

if Evan gets bit by a zombie is a bit harder to answer because there's, yk, not any canon content to work with

Generally the head is very hard for a zombie to "bite into" because the skull is just so hard to break. Zombies tend not to have the conscious awareness that it's hard to bite into a skull, so i can see a zombie's rotten jaw coming apart from how hard it was trying to bite into a skull. Which means if Ev gets bit in the head by a zombie, he might come away from the incident with teeth loged inside his skin or even the zombie's entire (or most of the) severed lower jaw lodged into his skin by the teeth.

If the zombie that got Evan managed to open the skull, you might see evidence of that in Ev's zombie form: the skull is cracked, blood and brains spilling from the cracks or from the whole in his skull. If Evan dies from the zombie, then he won't have any scars since his body died before it could heal anything. He'd have a lot of open wounds and bruises on his face from body that will never heal: open, infected cuts everywhere from the zombie scratching at and biting at him, as well as from any wounds Ev may have got from trying to run or fight back. Evan's blood likely would have clotted and curdled in his body in his zombie form.

Whether or not Evan dies/gets zombified depends on how severe you want his injuries to be, and on how the zombie virus gets passed from one host to another in your au

If Evan were to heal from the zombie bite (which tends to be very difficult in zombie aus because they tend to have society collapsed, and doctors/meds are in short supply, plus wounds get infected so easily) then his skull is likely not to grow together very well. This can lead to a section of his head (where the Bite was) OR his entire head being misshapen when he heals, depending on how bad the Bite was/how much of Evan's skull got ruined.

#evan afton support center #fnaf #fnaf au #the crying child #evan afton #tw body horror

[n-anon]

Septictober Day 7: Contortion/Dislocation

TW: Broken arm and unnatural body movements (Septictober prompts by @jselorekeeper) His mustache was itching. However, movement was impossible, the strings were so tight around his arms he could see the red lines forming along them, shudders along his body as he's forced to stand and dance for the puppet master. "Enjoying yourself, Jameson?~" Anti's voice was a purr, watching him with those silverish eyes, Jameson gritted his teeth and leaned down, trying to bite one of the strings, only for Anti to pull them far behind his back, straining his bones and muscles as he let out a silent scream, drool coming down his mouth as a flare of pain went up his body as it was forced to bend back at an unnatural angle, white hot burning as a sickening crack along his arm sounded and echoed in his ears "Behave, puppet, or I'll break your entire spinal cord. Keep Dancing." Anti demanded, as the strings yanked him back upright, and he was forced to continue to the glitchy classical music in the background (A/N: Eyyy Im back at it again, took a break due to writers block and frustrations, but here we goooooo)

Tag List: @fear-is-nameless @a-bnana @altr114209anon @spooky-draws-stuff @therealtiger77 @vwoop-prince @pyranoia @randowaffle @heely3feely

#jacksepticeye #jameson jackson #antisepticeye #septictober #N writes

[tokyogruel]

tw: medical procedures, especially spine and heart stuff milgram fans who know medical information please help me dissect kirisaki shidou’s story with this information ( @limegelatin​ i had seen you mention youre in med school through this thinkin-bout-milgram ask you sent , im tagging you so i can get your thoughts on this, but please dont feel obligated to respond!)

“transmigration” is a very specific word for him to use. i was originally focusing on the 3rd definition, but looking at the points you had made about the pomegranates in “triage” resembling hearts & blood cells... what do you think?

im also curious about the foods chosen in these segments.. the pomegranates could be hearts, but avacados? oranges? the lobster in particular.. reminds me of spinal surgeries. i havent looked close at any spinal work being done on people, but from what i have seen that i can recall, the skin on someones back is usually held out of the way, in a similar way to how the forks are dug into this lobster. does anyone have any thoughts on this?

#milgram #creature speaks

[crowcussion]

yall the weirdest thing happened last night

TW TALKS OF VOMIT, CONCUSSIONS, MEDICAL STUFF, IF ANY OF THESE TOPICS TRIGGER YOU DO NOT CONTINUE OR PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!!

ok so last night i randomly felt like i was about to throw up and i went to a trash can and water maybe water idk came out my nose and nothing came out my mouth, a similar thing happened a few months ago when i got a concussion and spinal fluid came out my nose but i’ve felt fine ever since that happened, it’s just really weird im so confused on what happened to me and whether or not i should be concerned

#ink’s brain vomit #worst part is i have play rehearsals tomorrow #so if something is wrong this is like the worst timing ever

[snailsagere]

Please read my dni in my bio before interacting

Life update #1

So you guys voted for the life updates so here we are :3

I'll post them whenever something significant happens and I'll include a trigger warning at the top of each post!

Tw- mentions of ED, talk about poor mental health, m*d!ca! mentions etc this post will pretty much be a brief rundown on why I am so not good haha, I'm not going to go into detail but still!

So I originally started my silly tumblr account in 2020 and definitely wasn't expecting to get as much attention on it like I did, obviously I appreciate it so so much but I wasn't expecting it, but I am mentally ill so it makes it hard sometimes for me to post-

1) I have anxiety so interacting with people is very hard for me which is why I think I may come across as rude sometimes, I really don't mean to but I just struggle talking to anyone because of my brain

2) I have depression so my motivation is usually not very good, I would like to be able to complete requests faster but I really can't and I'm sorry about that

As well as all this I have a lot of issues with my day-to-day life, I don't really talk about more serious topic but a quick run-down of my diagnosis' and extra stuff I guess-

I have been diagnosed with anxiety, depression, ptsd and autism

And I believe I had anorexia and am currently recovering from that, I also strongly believe I have borderline personality disorder due to childhood trauma which I don't really want to go into rn and I'm very certain that I have chronic pain as I have had constant back pain since I was around 12 after my spinal surgeries I had when I was 10 and 11 (I had really severe scoliosis), also I have come to the conclusion that I likely have these things based off lots of research! I believe you should always make sure to research anything before assuming you may have it! And I do want to talk to my doctor about a bpd diagnosis at some point but my ptsd is medical (from my surgeries) so doctor trips are not ideal so I've been a bit slow with it but as I said I have done lots of research into it!

In general lots of stuff in my life make everything really difficult for me so yea, but I'm trying my best!

I will post these little life updates whenever something significant happens etc as you all voted for me to post these so I will try my best to do so!

If you wanna ask any questions about anything really I'm fine with that! Obviously if I don't feel comfy answering I won't but I'm ok answering most things I believe! Just please be kind! :3

#snailsagere

[yae-energy]

mini rant under the cut — tw! mentions gr00ming, inc3st, trauma, etc.

the way y’all will get on here and romanticize, glorify, and sexualize trauma will never fail to make me gag. like, there’s such vast amounts of content on here pertaining to incest, grooming, and abuse, like i just can’t fathom how people genuinely enjoy shit like that.

not to mention the people who sit there and defend it, saying “well it’s just fiction”

???

like have y’all genuinely lost your marbles ? like actually.

there’s a difference between fiction and writing about actual scenarios that have done irreversible damage to so many individuals out there. and for y’all to get on here and post your non-con stepcest fics is actual insanity to me. like how would you feel if your parents or loved ones found out you were writing stuff like that?? could you verbally say “i write about getting assaulted and stalked by my favorite characters on the internet !” then y’all have the nerve to clog up all the x reader tags with that bullshit, and it gets much more attention than actual good (and morally correct) content on here.

i genuinely don’t care if i’m being mean or if i’m hurting someone’s feelings. y’all who write shit like that are weird as hell and i hope you break your spinal cord <3

p.s: if you age up canon minors for smut, you’re weird too, i don’t care.

#tw rant #yall don’t gaf about me rambling ik ik #but i just had to get that off my chest #anyhow #carry on #<3

[cleoselene]

tw suicide, cancer

My Uncle Art, who married into the family when he married my Aunt Leslie, he's a great guy. He wasn't always, I'll be honest, he was a real dick for most of my childhood, but he was an alcoholic. And when he quit drinking, it was like a personality switch was flipped and he became this gentle, loving, helpful, compassionate person when he was none of those things before he got sober.

This last month alone, Art has been down from Ohio where he lives to visit his sister, who lives in the same town in Florida as me, three times. He comes down from time to time because he owns the condo she lives in (and pays all her bills and expenses... while she goes through a fifth a vodka a day. How she is alive, not one of us can comprehend. But while he was here, Art took time to A) install a new hot water heater for us and haul the old one out, B) do the same for our dishwasher (and then he went to the grocery store and bought us a huge tub of detergent pods and a bottle of rinse aid, because he's thoughtful like that and noticed we were low on pods when he was fussing around under the sink), and C) fixed the garbage disposal. He didn't have to do any of these things, he volunteered because he's one of those old guys that likes to, as my mom says, "putz around and fix things" because it's his love language, honestly. Acts of service.

Her daughter is a little younger than me? I'm almost 45, I wanna say she's 35. Anyway, I didn't know her super well, but I know her. We shared an aunt and uncle, not quite like a cousin, but she was nice. Chill. She sold me weed at cost (she was a weed dealer) a few times, we smoked out together a few times. She had survived leukemia, and we bonded over being in the Terribel Illness Club, right down to the fact that my disease-modifying drug is Kesimpta, which was used to treat leukemia under the name Arzerra. Bonded over the joys of poisoning your body to save your body.

Well, she unfortunately succumbed to mental illness yesterday, taking her own life. My poor uncle, he is devastated. So is my aunt. It never makes sense when these things happen, and it's sticking with me a little not just because I knew her and considered her a friend, but because she had been in the Awful Illness Club with me and she's beaten hers! I love when people get the diagnosis and beat it! It's one of my favorite things! My roommate had spinal surgery last year and he has recovered so much more mobility than he could have possibly dreamed of and I see him thriving more and more each day and it warms my heart, and he told me he feels bad because he knows there's no miracle procedure to make me suddenly turn around and feel better. But I don't want him to feel that way! I love living off successes like this vicariously!

Anyway, it turns out that leukemia was the one she could beat. Mental illness she could not. I'm so sorry, Emily. I hope you've found peace.

It has been a bad week for uncles. My Uncle Chris was diagnosed with prostate cancer. They think they caught it early, but given that he's 78 years old they have to look everywhere to make sure that's the only place the cancer is. I gotta admit, I'm scared. I know prostate is one of the more survivable cancers, one of my other uncles had it and the treatment was so fast and effective that the extended family didn't know it had happened until he was already in remission. But Chris is not Bob -- he has a much more fragile constitution, and probably an eating disorder? All his life he's been scary skinny and obsessive about his weight. Bob climbs mountains and stuff, Chris sits on his porch and sips vodka and watches the ducks. There's just a whole different level of healthiness here.

Also, to be frank, Chris's wife is a wretched succubus. She is AWFUL to be around because she is one of those people that just CREATES stress out of thin air. It's like her magical power, creating stress out of nothing at all! She has alienated him from all three of his sisters (well my mom not as much, but she also doesn't spend nearly as much time with him as she used to? They used to go to the beach and see the sunset 2-3 times a week. Now it's like. 2-3 times in the last year) .

I am not on speaking terms with the wretched bitch or her daughter (this child has been a brat since birth, and continued to be. Last I talked to her was an argument because she thought I was vagueblogging about her on Facebook, which, lol? I do not care enough about her life to be passive aggressive to her like that. She also accused me of being jealous of her life, which is HYSTERICAL because she has three small children (that she cannot handle and honestly didn't want more than one, but well...) and a Republican husband with the personality of damp toast. He's like 6'7" and I think she fell prey to the "he's not hot, just tall" trap. Anyway my cousin accusing me of being jealous of her life, really funny stuff, she's probably projecting? But sure, she can imagine that i'm jealous of her 3 children under 6 and her ugly inside-and-out husband and her exciting career shilling cleaning products for an MLM scheme.

But I love my uncle and I really am worried between his wife and his daughter they are going to stress him to the grave. They have stressed him out constantly for 4 decades now, don't see any reason they would change when they can both enjoy walking all over him. Which they do. It's depressing. My mom worked with DV offenders for 3 decades and she says their relationship has all the hallmarks of verbal and emotional abuse, and I believe it. Sometimes the things my aunt would say about my uncle would make me tilt my head because it would be some outrageously offensive thing that my uncle would never, ever say.

It goes like this: Aunt Beeyatch: Your uncle told me I looked fat Me: *head tilt* Really? That doesn't sound like something he would say. *turns to uncle* You didn't really say that, did you? My mom: Say what? Me: Aunt Bee just said Uncle Chris said she looked fat, which i thought was really weird, because it doesn't sound like something he would say it all. My mom: Of course he didn't say that, *dismissive as all hell, turns to Aunt Bee* Why would you make that up? Aunt Bee: I'm just joshing you (I kid you know she says "joshing" all the time -_-) Me; *politely* Oh okay. I knew it didn't sound like something he would say!

some version of this conversation has been had MANY times over the decades

all this to say I'm worried about my uncles :( send good thoughts to them both.

#mehh tbd probs idk family stuffff

[aurumacadicus]

The goal is something new, right? Have you ever done arriving in an afterlife? Maybe with Marvelous Warbirds.

Uuuuuuh I don't think I have! If I have I don't remember <3 I think I would like to explore the horror of Captain Marvel’s powers a little bit 🤔

Anyway obviously TW: Character Death, the afterlife exists off the mortal coil.

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Carol had been alone for a long time.

James had been the first to go. While he’d healed from his spinal injuries to the best extent he could, and he’d helped remarkably with research on quadriplegic and paraplegic rehabilitation in Stark Industry’s medical division, it didn’t change the fact that that research hadn’t been for his benefit. It was for those who came after him. He’d passed away quietly, between one day and the next, and Carol had had to fly to space to scream out her pain so she wouldn’t damage anything when she realized he was gone.

She still regretted it to this day, that she’d left Maria alone to deal with it. As if Maria hadn’t also been full of sadness and rage and pain. ‘I’ve been through this once before,’ she’d tried to assure Carol later, but that hadn’t made it right. They were partners. They’d lost someone precious to them. She shouldn’t have gotten the privilege to leave until she could get a handle on herself when Maria hadn’t gotten the same opportunity.

His funeral had been beautiful. Mrs. Potts had bought the flowers. ‘Tony and Jim had an agreement they would pay for each others’ florists,’ she’d said, eyes bright with tears that didn’t detract from the beauty of her sad smile. ‘Tony left a piece of his estate behind specifically for it. He wanted rhododendrons.’

Carol had felt strange, standing beside his casket, looking down at his peaceful face. She hadn’t experienced this, not really, not yet. Not a death that hadn’t been at the hands of a battle. She couldn’t fight old age. Couldn’t blame anyone but human frailty. The church was so packed. Jim was so loved.

She hadn’t gotten to love him as long as she’d wanted.

She’d gotten more time with Maria, but it still didn’t feel like enough. ‘Maybe part of the reason Jim’s loss hurt so much, was because we didn’t get a chance to tell him we loved him one last time,’ Maria said, wrinkled hand trembling in Carol’s smooth one.

‘Maybe,’ Carol had replied, and then asked, ‘Why do you bring that up?’

‘He’s come to get me,’ Maria had said, and she’d passed that very same night.

Monica had helped her plan her mom’s funeral, because she hadn’t been very involved in Jim’s, couldn’t wrap her head around some of the stuff needing taking care of. It was good practice, because she’d realized years before that she wasn’t aging the same as her friends. Her skin hadn’t wrinkled like Maria’s had, her hair hadn’t grayed, her vision hadn’t blurred.

She’d gotten good at planning funerals. So good that she couldn’t stand it anymore. So she’d said her regretful goodbyes to Maria’s great-grandchildren, told them she probably wouldn’t be coming back, and they’d looked at her with the same eyes Maria had had and wished her well.

Carol didn’t know what year it was anymore. She’d been exploring the galaxies. She’d checked in with Talos’s family, but she’d realized that they aged faster than her too. She didn’t know how their funerals worked, and she wasn’t keen to learn. She kept moving, never staying in one place too long, never letting anyone get too close. She was tired of missing people. But, if she wasn’t going to age, she could at least be helpful in battle. She was more careful this time, doing research, learning about the conflicts because she stepped into them. She’d learned patience. She wanted to help instead of hurt.

So she was very shocked to wake up from being slammed into the surface of a planet to find Jim and Maria waiting for her to wake up. “Am I hallucinating?”

“No,” Maria told her gently.

“You’re dead,” Jim added, more blunt.

Carol stared at them, stunned. Jim looked... young. Younger than she remembered him the last time she saw him. He was wearing his dress uniform. He only wore that to important things. Maria looked like she had when Carol had come back to Earth in the nineties, eyes as mischievous as they’d always been.

“...No,” Carol said after a moment. “I can’t be. I was--I’m still--”

“Even if you were still young, you can’t expect to always survive direct attacks from spaceships,” Maria cut in.

Jim waved at the ground. “And you’re not exactly a spring chicken anymore.”

“Huh?” Carol said, and then turned.

There was a woman lying on the red dirt of the planet’s surface. She looked... old. She... reminded Carol of Dr. Lawson, sort of, wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, a sort of exhaustion that clung to her like a shroud.

There was blue blood coming from her nose and visible ear.

“That’s me,” Carol breathed. “I aged.”

“It’s been a long time,” Jim agreed.

“Longer than you probably think,” Maria added. She held her hand out to her. “It’s time to go, Carol. It’s your turn to rest.”

Carol turned and looked at her hand, unable to help sniffling. “I don’t know if I can.”

Maria opened her mouth, but she was cut off by Jim scoffing and rolling his eyes. “With the parties Tony throws, we’ll see how much you actually get to rest. He’s managed to get three Norse gods, two super soldiers, the spider kid, and a sentient rock drunk. He’s very excited with the prospect of doing the same to you. Pepper promised not to stop him.”

Carol stared at him, struck speechless. As she stared, his dress uniform faded, replaced by a garish Hawaiian print shirt, slacks, and sandals. If nothing else convinced her she was dead, that would have. “You still have that ugly shirt Monica bought you for Father’s Day?”

“Monica likes when I wear it,” Jim sniffed.

Maria laughed, shaking her head, and the formal dress she’d been wearing faded into the denim romper Carol remembered her favoring. She held her hand out again. “We missed you,” she said gently.

Carol looked down at it. Swallowed thickly. Reached out a shaking hand. Stopped just before she reached it.

Jim seized her wrist and yanked her forward, stepping closer himself to draw both Maria and Carol into his arms for a squeeze. “C’mere.”

Carol let out a sob, burying her face in his shoulder. She’d forgotten how he smelled. “I didn’t get to tell you goodbye.”

“I was in so much pain, it was a relief to go,” Jim murmured, and Carol couldn’t help the way her shoulders relaxed. She’d always sort of felt she should have at least sensed something was wrong, that she could have done something to prolong his life. If he’d been relieved to go, she decided she wouldn’t blame herself anymore. “I’ll tell you more about it later, once you’ve grasped what’s going on.”

“I missed you both so much,” Carol whispered, clinging to them.

“We missed you too. But it’s time to go,” Jim said, pressing their foreheads together, then turned, leaving an arm wrapped around both of them.

Maria leaned forward to smile at her. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” Carol choked out around the lump in her throat. “Yeah, I think I am.”

“Then here we go,” Jim said. “Hold on tight.”

“I’m never going to let go,” Carol promised.

#aurumacadicus answers #ask meme #new trope/plot meme #marvelous warbirds #tony gets carol SO DRUNK and you know hangovers shouldn't be possible after you're dead but if anyone can manage it it's tony

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Kirsty angst hurts but the headcanons? 🥺🥺

TW: Medical content, eating disorders, alcoholism, drug abuse/addiction, miscarriage, abortion, emotional abuse

feels like i'm still missing stuff but like oh well

Kirsty was born with underdeveloped inner ears, she has always had moderate hearing loss (undiagnosed) but when she gets a head injury in the s2 car accident, it becomes more severe and finally gets diagnosed

Whenever Kirsty is really stressed or overwhelmed, she goes into a deep cleaning overdrive until she physically can’t anymore and just ends up laying on the floor wherever she was last working

Kirsty starts wearing hearing aids when she's 17, she gets her first cane at 18 but doesn't need it all the time, and as an adult she gets a second cane (she gets the floral cane in high school, the chair cane as an adult)

Kirsty suffers from a lot of chronic pain from dance (especially hips, knees, and ankles) and is almost always using at least one hot water bottle when she’s at home

Kirsty also struggles with chronic fatigue, she struggles to force herself out of bed most days which is a significant factor in her coffee addiction, though even then it doesn't help very much.

Kirsty has Wolff-Parkinson-White syndrome, which is an abnormal heartbeat. It's present from birth but it's common to not exhibit symptoms for a long time – in Kirsty’s case it first flared up the summer after s2 but with cutting back caffeine and getting treatment for her anxiety it got under control before much testing was done; she’s had a few episodes since then but it doesn’t get really bad again until season 7 where it also leads to more heart issues

She doesn’t realize it until her s7 heart issues but she’s absolutely terrified to die

She's allergic to latex and mushrooms

Kirsty has had an eating disorder since she was eight years old – this isn't including the fact that she is autistic and very particular about her food as well. It was the result of Emily's constant criticism of Kirsty's appearance and eating habits, and a bit of Kirsty's major control issues spiralling

She started taking anxiety medication in New York, but has kept it a secret because she knows that both Emily and Lorelai would react very negatively

Kirsty battles with alcoholism and drug addiction for most of her life. It starts in her freshman year of high school – originally with alcohol and smoking but then she also starts smoking weed (doesn't particularly like it but it makes her less socially anxious at parties) and starts doing coke. She is able to get mostly sober but has some relapses over the years.

Kirsty has five children, four pregnancies, and two labours. Her first pregnancy is before season 1, she gets an abortion (Chandler is the only person who knows, she tells Logan a couple of years later but pre-Yale). Her second pregnancy is either through s3 (in piece) or just after graduating Yale (my way/most AUs). Her third is in either s6 (in piece) or s7 (my way), she miscarries. And her fourth is when she's in her thirties, the labour almost kills her. She has twins the first time and triplets the last.

She also struggles from postpartum depression. She's mostly okay the first time, throwing herself into preparing for Yale helps to distract her, but it's very bad with the triplets

Kirsty absolutely adores the snow. She loves rain too, but snow is as magical to her as it is to Lorelai.

Kirsty is also always cold. So while she loves snow, she does end up suffering a lot because once she gets cold, she really struggles to warm back up, but she'll curl up under blankets with her hot water bottles and tea/hot chocolate and look at the snow out the window

Kirsty fractures her ankle in Presenting Lorelai Gilmore ( only in My Way ), she also fractures her wrist in Teach me Tonight. She gets a severe concussion in Teach Me Tonight as well, and has a spinal injury and another severe concussion from Forester pushing her down a flight of stairs in Keg Max

When Kirsty has her bad heart flare up in s7, Colin and Finn drop everything to move into the apartment and help out – in both verses, as does Jess (in My Way, he already lived with her in Piece) and Tristan (in Piece, he already lived with her in My Way), and Logan tries to come back to New Haven as often as possible

Kirsty is the absolute worst when she’s sick!  She does not take care of herself and will keep going until the collapses!  She’s very self sufficient and will insist that she’s absolutely fine, no matter how bad things actually are!  It’s very difficult to convince her to let anyone help, or even to get her to admit that she’s sick — it started when she was a child because of her refusal to miss a dance competition over being sick, so she would just take as much cold medicine as she safely could and just kept dancing, and she’s carried that well into adulthood

(and in more serious cases, of which she’s definitely had some, her deep rooted fear of hospitals and doctors absolutely leads to her doing anything to not have to actually see a doctor, she also really is deeply deeply terrified of doctors and if she has to go to a hospital or doctor's office she will have at least one panic attack, regardless of whether or not she's the patient)

Kirsty is very prone to dissociative episodes and goes nonverbal when they happen, it's her brain's way of protecting her from her anxiety – they're set off the most by Emily, Lorelai, Forester, and Christopher

Kirsty is the reason that Paris doesn't get into Harvard. She calls Kirsty the R slur (in front of half their grade and multiple teachers) and Kirsty flips her shit and immediately goes to Charleston, throws a bit of a fit, he’s just kind of like “sucks to suck”, and looking him in the eye she takes out her phone and calls Emily. needless to say, he backtracks quickly and suspends her, and removes her as editor of the paper (I’m sort of considering having this be in s3 during the student council mess bc then she could also be removed as class president)

Kirsty is beyond pissed to end up in a quad with she and Rory at Yale, and is trying to petition to be able to move rooms. Ultimately, after Emily decides to redecorate the dorm without permission, Kirsty gets a note from her therapist saying that for her physical and mental safety/wellbeing, Kirsty will no longer be living on campus – she gets herself an apartment and doesn't tell anyone where she lives

Kirsty has endometriosis. Her periods are very irregular and very painful, it's also one of the factors in sex being extremely uncomfortable for her, and causes her severe nausea

Kirsty has (at least) three service dogs over the years, starting in s7! They're all introduced here!

#ask #answered #the witching ash #kirsty gilmore #about kirsty

[thefallenangelsgang]

This is the incomplete scene the line from the tag game is pulled from. I'm not tagging it with anything in the hopes it gets hopelessly buried but I am too excited to not share. I am not kidding when I say narrative has not felt this easy in a long time.

Spoilers for Act 3 of Baldur's Gate, TW for Blood and Body Fluids (spinal fluid to be precise), I wanted the stakes to feel a little higher so I peppered in some bodily trauma hence the blood 'n stuff, brief uncouth language (there's a few fucks sprinkled in there)

Some context for it: this picks up after the failed Elder Brain Domination sequence immediately as the portal closes with the Party in the Astral Plane. The Tav and Narrator is a High Elf named Wynleth, she romanced Gale. All of the Companions (minus Minthara cause she didn't make it into the cool kids club) plus two OCs (repped by hirelings in my gameplay) are present.

Also, Emperor hate if you are sensitive to that. I'm not the Tentacle's biggest fan frankly, hence why this exists.

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At times the squirming feeling had been uncomfortable. It even had been painful, distracting from whatever I was attempting to focus on. This is a whole other plane of being. The fire in my cranium consumes me, making coherent thought impossible. My mouth is filled with the distinct taste of copper and something I cannot place. Pressure builds and it makes it feel like my eardrums might rupture or perhaps my head might just explode altogether. That almost would be a welcome release from this torture

Then all at once it stops. The sudden shift from everything being too much to feeling nothing at all is damn near deafening in a different way than the pressure and pain was. I loll in disorientation and hands steady me, bracing my shoulders. 

My vision swims at first. Blues and purples and greys swirl like strange liquid in a glass jar. It only adds to the dizziness brought on by the pervasive numbness. The hands are still gripping my shoulders. I can almost feel my hands, almost. The gritty texture against my palms speaks to handfuls of dirt clenched in my fists. I will myself to release them.

It’s muffled but I think someone speaks my name. So close I can feel the vibrations in my chest yet we might as well be separated by an eternity. It’s an effort to bring my hand up to grip their forearm. It’s an even greater effort to bring my head up to look them in the eyes. 

I can’t discern exactly who it is through the intricate dance the colors are doing in my eyes. The figure is dark against the shimmering ethereal background so it is not one of my fairer companions whose complexions would only muddle my identification more. I try to ask for a name but a strained sound is the only thing to push past my lips. Well that and a bit more blood.

A new wave of numbness washes over me starting from the crown of my head and spreading to the very edges of my person. A little clarity comes with it this time and the vertigo subsides.

“Take it easy, you gave us quite a scare.”

Shadowheart. Still muffled but sounding closer by the second. Something I’m hoping resembles a smile graces my face. 

Then The Emperor speaks and a crashing wave of pain drowns the words out, ripping a cry from my mouth. No fresh blood this time though. 

A pulse of Shadowheart’s healing magic surges through me, a touch too harsh considering she is dealing with my brain pan, but I think that can be forgiven given that it sounds like she is reaming the Illithid for all it’s worth. 

“-stupid? Her brain has been scrambled enough. Until she’s stable, kindly shut the fuck up.” 

The silence after is telling. That round of healing must have knocked something back into place though, the dirt comes into sharp focus. I never thought I’d be so happy to see pebbles. I’m less pleased to see the amount of blood and clear liquid that mars the ground and both pairs of knees in my field of view. “Sorry about your pants.”

My speech is still lethargic and ungraceful and I certainly missed the mark on the coy tone I was going for, but the way Gale’s face floods with relief at my coherence feels almost as good as the magic coursing through my veins. 

“My pants? Don’t ever scare me like that again!” The incredulity of his initial statement melts into something of a mix of concern and joy as he cups my face. His eyes betray the fright I put him through though. I wish I had the strength to feel sorry about that but I really can only make room for relief at the moment. “I really thought that was going to be it,” I say thickly before gathering some saliva to spit the fluid in my mouth off to the side. 

“So did we. It was… a lot.” Shadowheart is somewhere behind me. The fear peeks through her usually even cadence. I must have put on quite a show. “Is this clear stuff what I think it is?” I venture and really hope she doesn’t affirm my suspicions. Spinal fluid means something was desperately wrong. I grit my teeth as I wait for a response.

“Y-Yes. I think so at least.” Now she touches me. A gentle hand between my shoulder blades. “You’d think they turned on a hose the way it sprayed out of you, darling.”

The urge to laugh at Astarion’s colorful retelling of the events is a difficult fight, one I lose. I bury it into my shoulder and try to cover it with a cough but the way Gale clucks his tongue at the comment of very poor taste breaks the dam. My reaction cracks a smile on the wizard’s face, however miniscule, though. 

“I’m sorry my love, it’s all just a little absurd,” I say, still gallantly attempting to retain some composure.

“You’re cracking.” 

“Spectacularly.”

Teasing each other in this moment seems entirely irreverent to the fact that I almost just died and that the situation we are in just got a whole lot more grim but the Gods can strike us down for attempting to find some levity. 

Gently I lean forward and rest my head against Gale’s shoulder. I’m fucking tired and I feel lightheaded despite everything Shadowheart has done but there’s very little she can do about that without actual supplies. I’m short a not insubstantial bit of liquid between the blood and the spinal fluid. It certainly looks worse than it is though. We could try a cocktail of potions and elixirs to get me back up to speed but I think I’d rather rest a bit before we try drugging me into fighting shape. Gale’s arms around me feel nice.

“Am I all clear Shadowheart?” I turn to rest my temple on Gale’s clavicle. From this vantage I can see my party gathered around in a tight bunch wearing grim faces of worry. Shadowheart looks exhausted, I likely took quite a bit out of her, but she nods. 

The Emperor floats back over and makes a motion like it’s asking permission to speak, shocking me more than it probably should. But if the psionic link is going to turn my brain to soup then maybe it is best to ask the cleric first before she has to revive me again. Her stern gaze is comforting and promises hell if I end up with more liquid leaking out my nose. 

The psionics aren’t painful per se, they certainly are more uncomfortable than usual. I try not to grimace too much and make Shadowheart call the communication off. Charades are not indicative of good battle plans and I have a feeling reading is only going to make the lingering headache worse. Besides, we really don’t have time.

“The situation is worse than I thought.” I watch Astarion roll his eyes theatrically. He chooses to keep his mouth shut. Smart man. “What you went up against is an Elder Brain no longer. The magic of the crown has caused it to evolve. It has become something more - a Netherbrain.”

“Is that why I took up the role of a garden water feature when I tried to dominate it?” The withering looks I get from my companions are severe. I roll my eyes gently and burrow into Gale’s neck a little more. Try coping with this clusterfuck in a reasonable manner. 

“I wouldn’t have used that turn of phrase but- yes. It unleashed the psionic power back on you. You are lucky I pulled you out of there. We nearly lost everything.”

And reality comes crashing down.

#Raaaahhhhhh #Wynleth's cadence was very easy to find and I've never been happier about it #*sighs* #I'm going to be sick but I'm being so brave about it #If you want to see more of this check out this tag on my account: #Jericho writes

[malvalent]

A BEAUTIFUL WORLD .

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This is the usual: no godmodding, no forceshipping, no racism/sexism/homophobia/transphobia, mun =/= muse, and so on. The simple stuff, because that's all it takes to be a simple human being.

NSFW.

NSFW themes may appear on this blog but will, of course, be tagged as such. No sexual themes will be present in regards to any muses and muns underage.

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I am always down to ship! Whether it be romantic, platonic, familial, antagonistic, whatever — if you have a specific dynamic in mind with any of my muses, feel free to come into my IMs and we can discuss!

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Bouncing off on that previous rule, if you have a plot in mind and would like to talk about it, you are more than welcome to come into my IMs and plot! Or even to be friends!

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[tmnt-starlit-sin]

TMNT: Starlit Sin

A fan iteration of TMNT by @error-core-animations with a lot of stuff pulled from past versions, and a lot of stuff I just decided would be cool!

Content warnings: violence typical of TMNT, blood, probably gore, murder, vivisection, child abuse (medical, emotional, and physical), dehumanization, unethical experimentation, ableism/internalized ableism, and themes of discrimination.

Main characters

Hamato Leonardo: leatherback sea turtle, 16, he/him, intersex trans man. Has overall joint pain, it's worst in his legs/knees. Heavily modified flippers do not make very good or stable walking appendages. Mikey's twin. AuDHD. His design

Hamato Michaelangelo: red bellied sideneck turtle, 16, it/they/any, gendersilly. Asthmatic, neck pain, Crohn's disease. Leo's twin. ADHD. Their design [tba]

Hamato Donatello: Rio Grande cooter, 15, "he/him", "cisgender". Jaw can unhinge itself, which is very painful and very bad for the jaw joint, plus other forms of (painful) hypermobility. Autistic. His design [tba]

Hamato Raphael: Yangtze giant softshell turtle, 14.5, he/she, transmasc. Skeletal structure is more cartilaginous than it should be, resulting in joint pain and muscle tremors. Has the worst spinal issues due to her soft shell allowing it to bend and twist. AuDHD. Her design [tba]

Hamato Yoshi/Splinter: American mink mutant, mid/late 50s, he/him, cis but the best and funniest ally you could ask for. He started as a human man, but his mutation left him with back pain and difficulty walking. He and Leo are cane buddies!! AuDHD. His design [tba]

Venus de Milo Jones-Hamato: spotted turtle, 10, she/cy/cyan. Born without one arm and losing the other in... Uh... And accident, she has no hands, much like her namesake statue. Autistic!! Cyan design [tba]

Jennika Jones-Hamato: pancake tortoise, 10, he/they girl. The reason "vivisection" is one of the tws lol. He has a hard time moving certain body parts due to wounds healing badly. Self sacrificial, awww, just like Mama Shen and her big brother Leo!! AuDHD. Their design [tba]

April O'Neil: human/kraang hybrid experiment, 15.5, she/her, cat/cats. She's autistic and is easily overwhelmed by sound and light, but has ear protectors and sunglasses to help. She also has a service dog, Bumblebee, to help ground her when she's having a shutdown or meltdown. Cats design [tba]

Cassette Tape "Casey" Jones, human/tengu (a bird yokai), early 30s, any pronouns. Autistic, ADHD, and a serial adopter. Smoked weed before adopting Venus, but changed to edibles to be a more responsible parent- she's not getting its kid high or destroying cyans lungs! That's not good parent behavior!! Faer design [tba]

Basic worldbuilding under the cut- more will be added as I develop this world more, and once I have enough time to fully delve into the main characters of this iteration

Yokai have been part of the world for millennia, and exist alongside humans. They experience discrimination at social and legal levels, but don't have to hide underground. They're legal citizens, like humans. The Yokai in this AU come from worldwide mythologies and sentient dinosaurs.

Mutation has been used to help victims of wild animal attacks for decades, especially younger ones. It's risky and oftentimes a last resort, but sometimes it's necessary. It's only in recent years, though, that mutants have become more widespread. This has caused a lot of legal controversy, especially over whether mutants should legally be considered Yokai, Evan if they started as humans

Magic is a natural force, similar to gravity and electricity, that can be harnessed and has multiple uses. Certain individuals are more naturally inclined towards being able to use it, but with enough practice, anyone can connect to and utilize mystics. It takes different forms for each individual, matching their personality/interests.

#tmnt #tmnt au #tmnt fan iteration #teenage mutant ninja turtles

[thawd]

an independent , private &&. selective GRUSHA of POKEMON SCAR / VIO . headcanon - based . nsfw themes present but tagged accordingly . oc / crossover friendly . rolled by dice . in heavy association with @ordinrry / @cometshards . sideblog to @wagerd

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↳ RULES ( below the cut ) ↳ DOSSIER ↳ VERSES

INTERACTIONS / FOLLOWING.

I am mutuals only, meaning I will only interact with those I follow and those that are following me back. Upon following, it means I can see our muses having interactions with each other. ↳ Please bear in mind that it may take me a few days to follow back. I am busy and may not always be on this blog as I have others!

ETIQUETTE.

This is the usual: no godmodding, no forceshipping, no racism/sexism/homophobia/transphobia, mun =/= muse, and so on. The simple stuff, because that's all it takes to be a simple human being.

NSFW.

NSFW themes may appear on this blog but will, of course, be tagged as such. No sexual themes will be present in regards to any muses and muns underage.

SHIPPING.

I am always down to ship! Whether it be romantic, platonic, familial, antagonistic, whatever — if you have a specific dynamic in mind with any of my muses, feel free to come into my IMs and we can discuss!

PLOTTING.

Bouncing off on that previous rule, if you have a plot in mind and would like to talk about it, you are more than welcome to come into my IMs and plot! Or even to be friends!

DO NOT INTERACT IF:

you write noncon, dubcon, are proship, and follow Hazbin Hotel.

TRIGGERS.

I do my best to tag them. If I miss out on anything, feel free to send an anon / message asking for it to be tagged as I can be forgetful of keeping up with everyone's triggers! ↳ Triggers are tagged as: [trigger] / and tw: [trigger] ↳ As for triggers of my own, please tag: eye gore and visual spinal injuries.

DISCORD.

My Discord is available upon mutuals' request. I am more active there so it is better to reach me on Discord. :)

CREDITS.

psd & icon border : @/ordinrry pinned art : x

#PINNED.