#asthma attack tw

[hmshermitcraft]

It’s a lovely day on the hermitcraft server the sun is shining, birds are singing, scar hasn’t accidentally blown up any redstone it’s a good day! Well that’s what Doc would say if there wasn’t the small tiny issue of the fact he and Ren are having to help Gem through an asthma attack. This shouldn’t have even happened?! Now as much as Ren and Doc like testing the boundaries of what reality can allow without it all come crumbling down like it did in s8. Which they will admit not their finest moment as a pair. They take the safety of their other partners very seriously especially since it’s been learned Gem was a bee hybrid!

Which in hindsight made a lot of sense now that gem thinks about it. Why she enjoys honey based desserts, why she randomly found herself stuck to her ceiling sometimes after a nap, and her insane dancing skills. Sorry Mumbo this year she’s taking the dance competition trophy! But it also explained why her eyes always hurt when she was near smoke and fires it’s because her lungs weren’t designed to process it! Which led to the current situation of where she tried to help Doc and Ren make a tnt cannon to help clear some rubble around Tango’s base. One minute everything’s fine the next minute she’s having an asthma attack!

Ren and Doc don’t know what went wrong?! They didn’t use any sort of fire or smoke in the construction they made sure tango kept a safe distance, and they made double sure that the tnt blocks were kept dry as possible before being loaded! Until it clicked it was summer and they were building on the hottest day of the year with a bee hybrid who is known to overwork herself. How can they be such huge idiots! They rushed Gem over to Tango’s base where it was nice and cool letting everyone know what happened with Gem saying she was fine all the while. Gem you can barely see and you’re coughing so hard it hurts you are not fine young lady!

But luckily for all the attack passes and Gem is now under strict supervision by Doc and Ren to make sure she doesn’t overdo it for the rest of the day. For Pete sake’s she isn’t defenseless people?! Now she knows how scar feels every time Grian and Cleo worry over him.

They hadn't realised the effects the weather would have, combined with the smoke from the TNT and the debris it kicks up. Usually it would only give her a slight cough and make her drowsy, but everything combined into the perfect poison for her delicate lungs.

As annoying as the lot of them are, it's not terrible having Doc and Ren trail after her like sad puppies all day (in Ren's case, literally.) Very useful for carrying heavy things. They don't want her to overwork herself, do they!

Either way, she'll try and remember to stay more hydrated next time... Try, at least.

#hermitshipping #ask #docm77 tag #rendog tag #gem tag #rendocgem #mod 🎀 #weekly theme: hurt/comfort #asthma attack tw

[fletcherwilbury]

@whumptober Day 4: "You in there?"

Warning for Physical abuse, asthma attack, chemicals, medication, dizziness, fainting

#whumptober #whumptober 2023 #whumptober day 4 #“you in there?” #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 donnie #tmnt 2012 leo #tmnt 2012 casey jones #jonatello #physical abuse tw #asthma attack tw #chemicals cw #medication cw #dizziness tw #fainting tw

[fortitudina]

*OOC. ------ I'm currently sick, not sure what with. All I know is that I had an asthma attack last night and got really achy, then woke this morning to an incredibly chesty cough that really hurt my throat and my chest is all rattly, but I've also got a killer headache too. I'm not sure how much, if any writing I'll get done over the next few days to be honest.

#* OOC #sick tw #asthma attack tw

[kinokoshoujoart]

“you should’ve seen how nasty the AWL boys used to look, poor pony” WRONG. pony came stomping into the valley to start the world’s worst trashboy polycule of all time on purpose

#pony your ‘weed smoking husband’ number 3 is having an asthma attack as we speak. he needs medical attention #my art #tw drugs #bokumono #rock tumbling (sos) #awl rock #awl marlin #gustafa #awl pony #hm rock #hm marlin #harvest moon #story of seasons #harvest moon a wonderful life #hm awl #hm anwl #harvest moon another wonderful life #fanart #weed smoking gfs #every time i saw someone calling these boys rancid i added a bit more to this. and now it’s done yippie #local woman eats magic shrooms has constantly bloodshot eyes wears size 40 sneakers canonically has ‘kaiju voice’ #and she’s here to take the trash out. on a date. and tame the trash somehow with the power of being a beefy weirdgirl #also she has hereditary sudden death syndrome. and she’s new in town #need more rancid man dating sims. let me reproduce with feral strange odd and off putting men! it’s my god given right! #need to be perfectly clear that gustafa is exempt from the rancid label. i don’t care that natsume made him say he doesn’t bathe #no one is allowed to slander him. including the publisher. he’s best boy #i learned from tomato that marlin canonically has asthma… he is Suffering #no one told him they’d be smoking weed cigarettes today. pony is misinformed about his weed smoker status he takes cbd for tummyaches idk

[arecaceae175]

“i can’t breath”, Sky and hyrule, hurtcomfort? or angst? please ;u;

HI SORRY THIS TOOK LITERALLY A MONTH TO ANSWER

AO3 link.

Whumptober Day 14: Flare featuring Sky, Hyrule, and Twilight

Warnings: asthma attack

Whump rating: 2/5 - Physical whump

Hyrule felt the urge to glance over his shoulder for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Sky was lagging at the back of the group. That in itself wasn't unusual, but something about Sky's demeanor was ringing anxiety bells in his head, today. 

Maybe it was the way Sky's usual blinding smile was dull and dim. Or the way he had his head down, focused on his feet, instead of admiring the beauty of whichever era they landed in. Or the way he kept grimacing and rubbing his chest and clearing his throat.

Hyrule didn't want to seem like he was hovering, but he couldn't help it. He worried. 

He glanced over his shoulder, and nearly tripped over his feet. 

Sky was frozen, eyes blown wide and hands on his chest, struggling for breath. 

"Guys!" Hyrule yelled as he ran for Sky. 

As soon as he was within reach, Hyrule grabbed Sky’s upper arms to support him. Sky’s hands flew from his neck to Hyrule’s sleeve, and he gripped it until his knuckles were white. Dust billowed from the path as the others ran to join them. Sky coughed, then soundlessly gasped. He couldn’t draw a breath in.

“The dust!” Four said. “Move him!” 

Hyrule’s heart was beating into his throat as he pulled Sky to the grass on the side of the path. 

“I’ll get the fire. Where’s the potion?” Wild asked. 

“Here,” Legend said, pulling a glass bottle out of his bag and rushing to kneel beside Wild. “I keep an extra.”

Hyrule could feel the tremors as Sky shook. Twilight came around his other side and the two of them gently lowered Sky to the ground.

“You’re gonna be just fine, Sky,” Twilight said as he pulled Sky against his chest. “Focus on my voice.”

Sky was still gasping, but sounded less like he was choking. His head fell against Twilight’s, and Hyrule noticed tears leaking out of his eyes. Hyrule scooted closer until his knees were pressed against Sky’s legs, and he tangled his fingers with Sky’s. 

Warriors brought out the fire rod and added its flames to Wild’s fire. The flames burned blue, and within minutes there was steam coming out of the potion bottle. 

“Sky, the potion’s ready. Can we move,” Twilight said. Sky squeezed Hyrule’s hand twice. 

“He’s ready,” Hyrule said. 

Twilight nodded and pulled Sky with him towards the fire. Hyrule pulled Sky’s sailcloth off his back and Wind and Time helped him hold it over Sky’s head to catch the stream. Wild and Legend made sure only the steam from the bottle went towards Sky and none of the smoke. 

They, unfortunately, had become quick experts at dealing with Sky’s attacks. 

The potion was potent and had Sky breathing again quickly. As his breaths calmed and the adrenaline left his body, his eyes drooped and he slumped against Twilight. 

“Are you okay?” Hyrule asked. 

Sky nodded and squeezed Hyrule’s hand twice again. Hyrule smiled a wobbly smile and rubbed his thumb on the back of Sky’s hand. 

“We’ll make camp here, then,” Time said. He put his hand on Sky’s head and gently rubbed his hair. 

“Looks like you’re not getting out of that one,” Legend said, gesturing to Sky on top of Twilight, rapidly losing the battle against sleep.

Twilight chuckled. “Fine by me.”

#whumptober2023 #no.14 #flare #linked universe #fic #tw: #asthma #asthma attack #breathing problems #sky gets a magic inhaler #it probably contains honey and green tea #but also it's magic #bc nothing can replace an actual inhaler except magic #ace writes #whumptober #whumptober 2023

[gxlden-angels]

I think it's really funny when fundies are also super into the crunchy lifestyle like bestie your whole system is based on a dude with magical powers born from a virgin you can take a tylenol and stop feeding your infant raw milk now

#I always bring it up #but me @ my aunt that scoffed at me for using my nebulizer while actively having a severe asthma attack #and I mean severe I had to use double my dosage before I could breathe without wheezing and coughing again #I 100% should've been in the hospital #I respect the crunchy life when it's shit like colds and scrapes and aches #absolutely not when it's an asthma attack or PCOS #and doubly not when your CHILD is the sick one #I assume most of the crunchiness comes from the adversion to medicine over prayer #because that implies that there are things that can't be prayed away #And it implies that if you pray and stay healthy that's proof of your worth and praying power #So when someone does get sick and/or die well that's just apart of his plan at least you can say you didn't fight his plan #It's not a preventable illness if you ignore/don't learn how to prevent it /j #every day I wake up and learn another disease raw milk can give you /j #ED tw #And everyday I use to wake up to my stepmom doing a different 'diet' #They 100% encouraged eating disorders both in restricting and binging #Feel bad? Eat food and pray about it! Feel good? Fast and pray about it! #Either way you should feel like you're on the Truman Show with every bite you take #your health becomes a moral issue not a natural one #it becomes a temple and not your vessel #ex christian #religious trauma

[jubilee-station]

Jubilee has been at the hospital for around two days. It's not the first time she's been sent to the hospital because of her asthmatic attacks.

Most of the doctors and nurses knew who they were, not only because of their asthma attacks, but also because he had to bring someone else to the hospital some years ago, several times. Let's just say that dealing with hypothermia without medical check-ups can be extremely lethal.

One of the nurses ended up scolding Ju again for forgetting their inhaler, she has heard that talk a bunch of times, but she just always forgot about it. Once the scolding finished, she was finally allowed to go back to their appartment.

The pollution in the air was horrible, and they didn't give Ju a face mask, so she was pretty much covering both her mouth and nose with her hand, regulating her breathing. She should've taken a bus, but they decided to go walking, which was not a good option, but she didn't like public transport.

When he got to her appartment, they took a deep breath, and went to find their inhaler. They coughed a little, before placing the inhaler on both his mouth and nose, and began inhaling the broncholidator she used. The air pollution from the air was so bad it almost sent her into another asthmatic attack.

But they were fine now. Ju decided to just lie down on her bed and use her phone for a little, until they fell asleep, which was like some kind of miracle, since they never fell asleep that easily.

#bursonaverse #jubileebur's roleplay #ju has a life #tw asthma #tw asthmatic attack

[lowlights]

The Attack

Frankie x gn!reader having an asthma attack

Warnings: Pretty graphic descriptions of what it's like when I have an asthma attack. They've been happening a lot and I wish Frankie was there, ok? This is my indulgent lunch break drabble. (Asthma attacks are so different for everyone. This is a lot of what mine are like, not what it is like for everyone.) Don't read if you feel uncomfortable. I just need some Frankie TLC.

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You can feel it simmering in the background all day- that tightness in your chest that is always there in some form. It’s when you take the stairs (on the days you can do stairs) or even just leaning over to clean up a spilled drink. That shortness of breath, that perceived weight on your sternum, the cough that you try to mask. Frankie notices when your symptoms are worse but has stopped asking you all day long if you’re alright, because the answer is no…but yes. You’re enough okay. 

Your rescue inhaler helps a little bit, but only to take the edge off. It manages to get you through your day if you distract yourself enough, like keeping Netflix on so that you don’t focus on your breathing, or pointing a fan at your face to trick your body into thinking it’s breathing. Frankie doesn’t mind the background noise either, as it helps him calm his own mind. 

But then - even though you knew it was coming - it hits you out of nowhere. Frankie is in the other room when it happens, and you can’t get enough air collected to call out for him. Your throat feels like someone has an iron grip around it and you fumble for your inhaler again, barely taking in any of the medicine despite your best effort. You just need to get to the other room where you nebulizer is located. Fuck, it’s so far away. Fuck.  

You dart across the house and try to put the liquid albuterol into the nebulizer, but your hands are shaking and you can’t stand still because your brain is screaming RUN YOU IDIOT, YOU CAN’T BREATHE HERE even though you know that’s just your body dumping hormones to create a flight response. Even when your body is breaking down, it’s still trying to function. 

Tears are streaming down your face at this point and you’re struggling to remind yourself that you can still breathe a little bit. But your hands are shaking so much you can’t get the medicine open to dump into the nebulizer. Your body and your mind are both screaming for air, and you can’t, you can’t, oh god you can’t… 

Suddenly strong hands are over yours, taking the medicine from your hands and deftly setting up the nebulizer, flipping it on as you raise the breathing mechanism to your mouth. Frankie’s here. Frankie’s here. Frankie, I can’t breathe, help me. 

You can’t stay a word of this, of course, but Frankie knows exactly what you’re thinking. He sits you down on the edge of the couch, even though every cell in your body is telling you to run, but you need to conserve your energy. He’s right there next to you, one hand on your back and the other holding your free hand. Your eyes are squeezed shut, wishing every second that passed didn’t feel like an hour. 

“It’s alright, honey. Just a few more seconds of this and then the medicine will work. You’re okay, you’re not alone. As deep a breath as you can take…yes, just like that. Again. Good job. Keep doing that,” he says soothingly over the few minutes it takes for your body to come back down a bit. 

When you finally look at him in the eyes, he knows that you’re more under control. “Hi, baby. You’re doing so well. I’m right here with you.” 

You nod and he’s wiping the tears off of your face. And he just sits with you. Patient. Caring. You know he’s worried but he is never going to show it while you’re in the thick of your attack- he’s too well-trained for that. Finally, when the meds are gone and the nebulizer is shut off, you feel like you can sit back against him. He wraps his arm around you but doesn’t hold you too tight because he knows you’re still not ready for that. 

You settle into his warmth as best you can. “Thank you, Frankie.” 

“Any time, baby. It’s gonna be better now.” 

#frankie morales #tw asthma attack #tw medical condition #no beta just wrote it in 30 mins and out it goes #frankie x gn! reader #asthmatic!reader

[dreamsb0u]

I’m tired.

#vent #tw vent #maybe doing something will help #not tired physically just mentally #I hate dealing with people that don’t even try to listen #like talking over me when I’m explaining and just not even giving a shit about me #it’s exhausting #also I had to fight off an asthma attack without an inhaler with people yelling at me #good times

[crazybagelbitch]

idk what this is @mrapril

“9-1-1, what is your emergency?”

Maddie immediately hears wheezing over the phone, her nurse mind taking over; either asthma or heart failure.

“I think--” the voice trails off, sounding young and Maddie’s heart aches, “m’inhaler isn’t working.”

“You have asthma?”

“Yes.”

“Honey, what’s your address?”

It’s painful to listen to, punctuated by wheezes and coughs, but the girl is able to get fragments of her address out in bursts of inhales, and Maddie has been at the call center for a few weeks now, and is able to put together poorly given addresses from people in distress.

“Help is on the way,” Maddie assures her, trying to sound calm and collected-- just like when she was a nurse, it’s always the worst when it’s a child, “what’s your name, darling?”

“M-Melanie,” the girl forces out, “Melanie R-Ruiz Han.”

Holy shit... her brother had insisted on her coming to a barbecue in Captain Nash’s backyard to meet his coworkers... had she met this girl? A shy, preeteen aged looking girl named Melanie, belonging to a nice paramedic apparently called Chimney? What was his last name again? Was it Han? No, she can’t think like this right now. She cannot get sidetracked. Maybe it’s a coincidence; maybe it’s not. Right now Melanie is in the thick of an emergency, she deserves Maddie’s full attention. She can follow up with Buck later.

“Good job, and how old are you?”

“Twelve,” she gasps, “almost thirteen.”

Maddie’s heart twinges; she’s a young girl in destress but still very much a young girl. Maddie can remember her own attitude at that age, how she counted the months towards her total age is essential.

“Okay, Melanie, are you home along?”

“Yes,” she cries, “my dad--” she trails off, unable to speak any longer.

“Your dad,” Maddie says, desperate to get Melanie’s voice back, “where is he? What’s his phone number?”

“Store,” is all the poor girl can get out, and Maddie can tell her breathing is worsening, and the ambulance is still five minutes out... no, this girl cannot die on the phone with her.

“Your dad is at the store, okay, sweetie. Do you know when he’ll be back?”

Just wheezing, just coughing.

“Try to breathe deeply as much as you can,” Maddie says determinedly, “I know it’s hard-- I know. Whenever you can get a breath in, even if you have to force it-- you’ll be alright. The ambulance is coming.”

“Y-You’re voice,” the girl sobs, punctuated with a cough, “familiar.”

And then she coughs a few more times, before Maddie hears the phone clatter against the floor.

Melanie has passed out.

#melanie!universe #madney #tw asthma attack #maddie buckley #chimney han

[mvrrow]

;; EDEN SHEPHERD — AS TOLD.

[ laura harrier, cis woman, she/her ] - was that eden shepherd i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the thirty one year old who has been in nightrest for on and off throughout her life and works as the owner of ada's antiques has a reputation of being softhearted, but also evasive. they reside in ashmore & people in town usually associate them with collapsing beneath the sun; the rays of light dancing off your damp skin, wild honey with its tendency to stick to everything it touches, and handmade quilts sewn together by bittersweet nostalgia. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next. [ james, 24, they/them, est, n/a ]

MENTIONS OF MEDICAL CONDITIONS (ASTHMA), CHILDHOOD ILLNESS, INFERTILITY, A BRIEF PANIC ATTACK, AND A BRIEF FAMILIAL DEATH BEYOND THIS POINT.

profile.

full name: eden beatrice shepherd.

birthday: september 4th, 1991.

astrology: virgo sun, cancer moon, sagittarius ascending.

sexuality: bisexual.

currently listening to: simulation swarm by big thief.

current mood: afraid 😱

current location: [[[cannot be found]]]

last tweet: ...im pretty sure i just found a box of vintage sex toys in the basement. thanks grandma! #scarred

PINTEREST.

history.

grows up in a tiny commune off asbury grove, surrounded by nothing but woods; it's her mother, her father, and their entire gaggle of children. eden's not the first, nor would she be the last.

it's a good community - holistic, and the kids are homeschooled - but it's a good community. tightknit, everyone helps everyone and nobody is left abandoned. eden spends her days learning about the life cycle of insects and birds, what it means to die; the lifespan of trees and the evils of deforestation.

MEDICAL CONDITION / CHILDHOOD ILLNESS; eden's first asthma attack is sudden and sharp; a breathlessness she's never felt before, a new fear fresh in her six year old body. the body remembers its trauma - and even now, she can still feel that ache from her first attack. it's a downwards, upwards, and all around sideways spiral after then - combined with a weak immune system, she's quick to sicken. pneumonia and bronchitis, as soon as the flowers bloom.

the commune is great, and it's her home - but they can't provide the help she needs, not anymore; her grandmother, ada, takes her in - only for summers at first, just so she can get the treatment she needs at the local hospital, still near family.

she falls in love with nightrest quickly - has never seen the beach before then, doesn't know the joys yet of crystal clear waters - can only admire how the ocean stretches beyond the horizon. she loves her grandmother too - she's her favorite, after all - and they spend almost all their time together, manning ada's antique shop. ada teaches eden to knit, to sew - how to put a nail through wood, the sweet taste of their fruits of labor. how to be independent, how to be reliable. how to live.

her childhood and teenhood is split between the commune and nightrest; split between two worlds, but after spending summer after summer in the small town - eden and her grandmother send in a scholarship application for wardwell. she's always excelled in school - their homeschooling regime surprisingly strict, more advanced than she would've been otherwise - but it's still a surprise when eden's actually accepted into the private institute.

her courses aren't as hard as she thought they'd be, much less a worry than the student population; whispers of her being the weird commune girl - the girl who walks the town barefoot, middle of the night - nightgown blowing against the wind. she's a witch, they whisper. schoolyard taunts making up for years of missed elementary teasing. eden never pays them much mind - head always held high, eyes always cast down upon those who look at her the wrong way.

the one thing eden finds, is that attention finds her. whether it's curious interest or purposeful distaste, or a deeper temptation - she entertains it, bathes in it; her reputation goes from witch to whore, and all she does is smile.

high school comes and goes, and so do all the rumors - their weight heavy on her shoulders towards the latter years; but university is different. after consoling her grandmother, then her parents, then half the commune - insisting her health is in perfect condition - eden packs up and heads to boston university.

she majors in bioengineering - it's an umbrella of all the things she cares about; healthcare, and agriculture - energy and sustainability. gets through all four years and half of her masters program before meeting the love of her life.

andrew dyers puts all her worries at ease with just the sound of his voice. his peace is hers; he's her voice of reason, when her thoughts scatter her. she puts her masters degree on pause, just to travel the world with him. leaves everything she's ever known, because all she wants is to be by his side. it's scary - eden's asthma's improved little by little throughout the years, and she doesn't get as sick nearly as often - but he's always stood by her. even during their fights - storming off in the middle of european cities, cold shoulders and silent treatments - he's never left her side.

when he proposes - it's the happiest eden's ever been. marriage was once a distant thought - and now she's trying on wedding dresses, tasting cakes - picking out her perfect venue, all the way in greece.

INFERTILITY; it's partially a routine visit, and partially eden preparing for their future together in advance - when she finds out the news. she can't have children - at least not of her own, not from her. not with drew. and her world collapses before her, her dreams and pinterest boards crumbling down.

she keeps the news from drew - doesn't want to confront it, doesn't want to think of it - she knows that he'd still love her, still want to be with her; but her mind's a jumble of thoughts - there's too much to plan, and the back of her mind starts voicing doubts.

PANIC ATTACK / ASTHMA; the day of the wedding is the culmination of her every doubt, her every fear - she has a panic attack for the first time in her life, triggers her asthma - is practically glued to her inhaler. everything is too much for her, the future suddenly so unclear - her worries finally shattering her. and she runs. she abandons her wedding - abandons drew - and gets on the nearest flight back to massachusetts.

her grandmother welcomes her back with open arms - listens to her, cries with her - and nightrest is where eden stays. it's coincidental, but ada's health's declining and it's the perfect time for eden to stay around the house, to care for her. it's also her excuse, in a way - as awful as it feels.

FAMILIAL DEATH; that was almost two years ago; with ada's recent passing, eden inherits not only her grandmother's antique business, but her house as well - a given, considering ada's business was out of her home.

suddenly a business & homeowner - eden's been busy managing ada's financial affairs, fixing her books - refurbishing and restoring her victorian home in all its glory. it's not the life eden had expected - or particularly wanted, at first. but she feels happier now, compared to when she first ran away.

traits.

ASTHMA; first thing's first she's an asthma girlie<3 has that inhaler ON HER at all times. her asthma attacks aren't that often or as bad anymore bt u never know. she's kind of scared of them #scarredforlife

rly kind n will go out of her way to help others whether it's with tasks or with advice or literally. anything. is the type to cook u chicken soup if u say u have a sneeze.

at the same time though she's pretty closed off when it comes to her own personal problems or Deep Feelings. a little repressed.

it's a mix of being overlooked by her parents as a middle kid, sometimes - to being fussed over too much, when she was sick. to being talked about in high school, and just plain being stubborn.

personable when it comes to others like she knows ur favorite color, ur big three zodiacs, and what u did last summer.

DIY queen she does everything herself because why spend money when u can do it urself. does not stop

her grandmother's house-slash-antique shop is like a very old victorian that her grandmother snagged right when the family moved to nightrest. it's her family home before her dad joined the commune w her mom so there's a lot of history there n it makes eden feel. comforted idk

the ground floor is pretty much just all antique shit. almost a hoarder's situation to the point where eden's been going through pieces and seeing what's even valuable / worth selling. the only semi-cleared space is the kitchen n bathroom but otherwise eden stays upstairs.

she has a doberman named daisy mae because when murders first started happening in the town eden said<3 absolutely not. n got herself a guard dog. she's trained her very well n she's very proud of it.

also a little bit emotional support bc eden is like. a bit all over the place. a little highstrung, at times, i'd say.

she hides it very well bc she makes lists and pinterest boards n has a Need to Plan everything to the T but when things stop going her way or she feels like she's losing control she like unravels a bit into a mess of anxiety. #anxiousqueen

is a bit. broke admittedly. ran through her savings when taking care of her grandmother n is just hoping that the business will be enough to get her by. if needed she can fall back on her degree but her passion's a bit. misplaced atm

bet ur ass she kept every single piece of designer that drew bought her throughout their relationship. she feels immense guilt about the entire runaway bride thing but these items r sentimental ok. they're kinda comforting. even though eden's in the wrong. let her be delulu.

has not been in a committed relationship since drew. he was her only serious one tbh. big fan of hookups n the concept of friends w benefits, even moreso one night stands. nobody is allowed to sleep in the same bed as her, she'll probably sneak out when they're asleep if its not at her place.

definitely a bit of an overthinker. she has to analyze everything.

will be honest with u. will try to be nice about it, without sugar-coating it. will speak her thoughts if she has to.

holds a grudge like a motherfucker. she's hard to anger, and already has too much patience for others - but when u get on her bad side, ur there for life. queen of passive aggressive comments and never letting it go. will bring it up in conversation n acknowledgement will not satiate her.

has mastered the silent treatment. she goes so silent when she's upset n thats how u know u've fucked up.

i think thats all! truthfully idk if any of this will be true when i actually write her so!<3

relationships.

childhood friends, from when she spent her summers in nightrest to when she moved for school. people who've known her since high school.

consistent friends who've been by her side for years n have supported her on the sidelines

people who were like wtf? when she just ran away from her wedding bc that probably got her on some shit lists even if they didn't know drew personally. bc eden definitely didn't tell anyone why.

enemies<3 moreso from when they were younger probably but like i said. eden holds a grudge of a lifetime. she'll be like i know u called me a whore in 11th grade because ur boyfriend liked staring at my tits more than looking at even just ur face. n thats not my problem i hope u got the help u needed. sounds like it was traumatic.

hookups obv. one night stands n friends w benefits n people who like get that she doesn't need anything serious rn and never has.

unrequited crushes mostly on her but sometimes<3 her heart does things<3 n she is susceptible to a pretty face on occasion.

please let her be the unofficial aunt to ur muses' children she loves kids so much n gets along w them so well

college friends!! people who knew her as this like <3 passionate science nerd n is just like ? this isnt bioengineering ? standing in her shop

shop patrons <3 please fund eden's life. the store is nice i promise. just a little old.

neighbors i love a civil small talk that isnt about murder. people who've known ada growing up themselves n have their own funny little stories abt ada bc she was a bit like<3 eccentric i think.

but also actually a close friend group wld be nice? like a best friend or somebody she can tell her secrets to <3 give me like the one person who knows she's infertile. let her traumadump!!!

#nightrest:intro #god i hope juniper's intro is shorter #medical condition tw #illness tw #infertility tw #panic attack mention tw #death mention tw #its jst asthma but. safer than sorrier<3

[cannibalsamruby]

I haven't felt like talking about my anxiety since I talk about it enough, since talking about doesn't make it go away, but the panic attacks are worse and I think it's also affecting my asthma

#dragan speaks #personal #tw anxiety #tw panic attack #tw asthma #dont rb

[wings-of-angels]

I'm sick of being ill all the time, like its useful when i cant handle the stress of school and so can have lots of sick days,, but during the holidays??? This is so annoying

#and ive recently noticed being near flowers makes my nose act up #which i guess i literally never noticed before cos i didnt actually go out sjhdkdkd #but uggghh its kinda sunny and i want to go sit outside in the grass but im tired and achey and my cold is back and the idea of walking is #💔💔💔 #and ik the weak and brain fog feeling could be because i havent excercised a lot #but feeling all weak makes excercising hard to do uugghh #and last time i went out i might have had an asthma attack or at least the whole cant breath or walk and chest tight feeling #so not the best memories of it oop djshsksj #idk if this counts as a #vent #vent tw

[linuxbian]

as a person who has both menstruated and was diagnosed with adult on set asthma

Hiccups with asthma >>>> sneezing on period

#Same feeling of dread excepts its fear of jump starting an asthma attack vs staining my pants #menstraution tw #Sets of bodily functions not meant to happen at the same time tbh #Proves the omni god is either fake or evil imo

[notimminent]

@prefertobeloved​ spoke, “You don’t have to be scared anymore. You’re safe.”

    It’s an interesting dichotomy between what the brain imagines it will do during a crisis versus what happens in the moment of terror and decision. Something that seems so mundane and yet so complex, the human brain just shuts down. They call it fight or flight, or sometimes there is another word that people seem to not think happens: freeze. When your mind tries to get your body to match the adrenaline, to tell it to move, but your limbs decide that they’re suddenly struck by Medusa and turned to stone. 

Emma was placed in the precarious situation, having gone to the bank to make a deposit for her father that was hard at work on a new commission for someone high up (he wouldn’t specify who it was, but he did say that they were close with The Seven), He was obsessed with the Seven, specifically Vought. He had this idea in his head that, because she was a Supe, had similar powers to a deceased member, and--biased opinion--she was competent and would be able to help people. Emma knew there was another deeper reason, the knowledge that Vought had people in high places, places that could move Emma to the top of the list and get her a lung transplant and proper follow-up care. Despite the rumors of deceit and corruption, he wanted to best for her. But he would never force her into hero work, it was the fine line between pushing her to be better and not trying to overwhelm her and exacerbate her condition due to stress, both mental and physical. 

Today was just supposed to be her off day, just being asked to go on errands for her father and leave the antique shop closed so she could rest while he focuses on his other job, wanting to get it done quickly to appease the high-up customer. Today was NOT supposed to include a bank robbery and being held at gunpoint. Well, not her being held at gunpoint. She was waiting in line when the masked asshats came in, guns ablaze by one of them and the others held intimidatingly at everyone. They were told to get down, but the moment Emma saw a gun, she grabbed the person behind her and held her breath momentarily to focus on pushing her powers from her fingertips to the person next to her and herself. Thank gosh she’d been stubborn enough to have her oxygen be in her tote-bag and not be on her dolly today, or she’d have a tough time trying to hold everything and not make noise. The person didn’t understand what was going on, but Emma held her finger up to her lips before they both disappeared. It was surreal, her body fizzled out of the human gaze, but she could see herself but with a fuzzy haze to show her that her powers were working. She led the woman to a safe-ish place, her heart pounding, the woman crying and holding her breath because she was scared she would be seen. Emma didn’t know if she truly understood what was happening, but she was grateful. 

Emma was able to get three people to a safe distance before something messed up. A child she was helping with their mother tripped over a fallen plant, losing the grip on their mother and becoming seen. Her mind went into overdrive as she dove and grabbed his hand, breath hitched in her throat as she sprinted with the two to the safe area, hearing shouts behind her as the robbers tried to figure out what was happening. 

It wasn’t until after they were safe that she heard the voice of Homelander and the rings of his laser eyes. He took down the robbers with ease and helped the citizens, that smarmy plastered on smile never leaving his face. 

Emma had backed herself into a corner, her breathing hitched and her lungs burned. Her chest felt tight and her breath came out in wheezes. An asthma attack. Her back hit the corner of the wall and she slid down it, hands feebly trying to find her inhaler in her bag. She could feel her powers coming in and out, making her look like she was phasing in and out of existence. Apparently, Homelander heard her and glanced over, seeing her power and asthma attack. She saw him walk over the moment her fingers slid across her inhaler in her bag. With shaky hands, she took it out, trying to focus on revisualizing herself and breathing. Her eyes met his and her inhaler fell out of her bag and away from her, the wheezing of her chest getting worse as tears prickled her eyes. He noticed the plastic container, grabbing it in his strong, glove-clad hand, and walked slowly over to her,

“You don’t have to be scared anymore. You’re safe.”

Strangely enough, she believed him. He stretched the inhaler out to her and she used it, feeling her body fizzle out of sight as she inhaled and her head appeared as she exhaled. She could feel the adrenaline begin to leave her body, the shock seeming to either set in or dissipate, but only one thing seemed to cross her mind, one question she couldn’t stop wondering. 

             “D-Did I... did I do good?”

#prefertobeloved #text ;; prefertobeloved #post ;; para #c: icon;; #v: one of the boys;; #whelp this got long #feel free to not match length #i kinda... word vomitted #asthma attack mention #asthma tw #illness tw #lord this got lengthy

[the-problem-child-vents]

i need to stop gaslighting myself about the pain i go through

#i love it when my period makes me feel like i’m about to throw up and pass out #especially when i have an asthma attack and a panic attack during that #and when my eczema has been flaring up #/s #vent tw