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plague-of-insomnia · 2 months

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Six-Sentence Sunday: Synchronize AU, Ch 8

I’m sadly still quite a long way off from finishing the next chapter, but I was finally able to write a little for it the other day, so here’s a small sample.

This scene is basically one in which Sebastian is having issues swallowing and Agni decides to step in, which leads Sebastian into admitting something.

Agni was always observant, and the instant he heard Sebastian coughing, he was at his side, a concerned expression on his face. “Are you having swallowing problems today?”

Sebastian couldn’t meet Agni’s eyes. “I’m fine. I just need some water.”

Agni frowned but nodded and left to get him some.

Sebastian stared at the cup in his hand, setting it on the over-bed table in front of him. He tried to swallow again and felt like he had to use his tongue and accessory neck muscles to execute it. He shut his eyes tight and swore in his mind. He was supposed to be better. He was stronger. He could sit up unsupported for a short amount of time and even transfer to his chair from bed on his own.

This felt like a slap in the face. He didn’t want to believe it. Maybe he was just tired?

“Here you go,” Agni said, offering him the cup with a straw. “I’m going to put my hand on your throat, but swallow normally.”

Sebastian acted indifferent, but he was scared. And pissed. He hesitantly took a sip of water; it felt like it took five or six swallows when it should have easily passed with only one. And he’d barely finished when he began to cough again, several times, enough that Agni took the cup away.

“You’re NPO until Dr. Albrecht clears you,” he said with authority, taking both cups away, meaning that Sebastian wouldn’t be allowed anything by mouth—not food, drink, or medicine. “I’ll give you your medication via your g-tube and go prepare a liquid meal for you once I’ve done that.”

“No,” Sebastian said, his fingers bunching in the blankets. He coughed again since it felt like the water was still stuck in his throat, even though he knew he had to be imagining it. “Please, Agni.”

Agni paused, cups in each hand, staring down at Sebastian, his face sympathetic, and yet stern. “Aspiration pneumonia is serious. This isn’t negotiable.” Basically, if Sebastian’s mouth and throat muscles were weak, it meant he couldn’t prevent food, liquid, and saliva from going down into his lungs. If that happened enough, it could lead to infection and even death.

Sebastian said nothing else as he watched Agni move, suddenly feeling crushed by despair. It had been foolish to hope, he’d known it.

But Agni made things different, somehow. As odd as it might seem, the one who’d come to care for all the needs he couldn’t attend to alone somehow made him feel more independent than he had in years.

And now . . .

“Sebastian? Are you all right? You’re breathing OK?”

Sebastian’s eyes flew from where they’d been fixed on the feeding tube supplies to those beautiful gray eyes. He wanted to be furious with Agni, as if he were to blame for Sebastian’s body betraying him, but he couldn’t bring himself to take his frustrations out on the nurse. Not now. Not after all they’d been through, how much Agni had helped him, even when he probably didn’t deserve it. “Do you have to do this?”

Agni tilted his head, assessing Sebastian. “I’ll do everything I can so you won’t be nauseous.”

That wasn’t what Sebastian meant, but he sighed and moved the blanket away, lifting his shirt to expose his abdomen, the little button that lay flush against his skin in the lower right just above where his pants waistband would be.

“I didn’t want this,” Sebastian said, watching Agni as he worked.

Agni paused what he was doing. “Sebastian?”

“The tube.”

Catch up with Synchronize by reading ch 1-7 on AO3!

#black butler #黒執事 #sebastian michaelis #agni #synchronize au #six sentence sunday #sebagni #poi writes #modern au #chronic illness au

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cryptskeep · 29 days

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anyone with cfs?

I'm assuming this means chronic fatiuge syndrome and boy do I have IDEAS!!!!

Okay so I was originally going to do Bdubs but I realized Xisuma gives off the same vibes as my friend with CFS

so here we go!!

Xisuma

General Lore:

drawing from some of my favorite aus where Xisuma is a very exasperated manager/owner of a store (my favorite it coffee shops) but personally I think he would absolutley own a craftstore

is Cleo's fabric supplier

thinks his employees are hilarious but is trying so hard to be the Big Boss Manager Man and serious (he is failing)

loves doing table flower arrangments with fake flowers (it's his guilty pleasure)

actually used to work in a flower shop

loves cosplay and spends so much of his money on building cosplays

CFS Lore:

mans big sleepy

constant headaches or brain fog, no in between

he has sticky notes EVERYWHERE that remind him of things that he doesn't want to forget

uses a wheelchair and decorates it for every cosplay he does

#i disable the hermits #hermitcraft #fanfic #fanfiction #xisumavoid #xisuma #hermitcraft au #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitblr #au #mcyt #mcyt au #actually disabled #disability #chronic fаtiguе ѕуndrоmе #chronic illness #chronic illness au #disability au

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angst-king · 2 years

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Glitter letters & friendship bracelets

It was Eijirou’s first week in the hospital he was only six, and he was afraid. He had every right to be afraid, he’d never spent more than a week in a hospital and now he was going to spend maybe up to three months! In little kid life that’s very very long! Not to mention he wasn’t feeling well. He never felt well but this was different. His body hates him!

He’d been newly diagnosed with Cystic fibrosis because of the number of chest infections he’d been getting. His stomach wasn’t absorbing the food his mom would give him and not to mention the coughing fits. It would get so bad that Ito, his mother would take him to the clinic and they’d give him treatments that only helped with infections.

Now that he had his diagnosis, they wanted to keep him in the hospital to find a way to help him live a normal life. He wasn’t the only one crestfallen by this news. His twin brother Tetsu was hardly ever allowed to see his sibling because of how sick the young one would get. The hospital staff always said Tetsu had to wait outside the room because of his age.

Luckily the staff at this long-term facility would allow the silver-haired boy to see his bother as long as he wore a mask.

The next was their mothers Ito and Emily or Emi. Ito and Emi were devastated when they’d gotten the news that their baby boy would be permanently sick. Both of them had felt responsible for their son’s ailment. But each time Eijirou saw his moms sad, he would give his best smile and tell them.

“Momma, Mommy, I’ll be okay please don’t cry” Each time Eijirou said something like this it only made the moms want to cry even harder. How could their baby still smile in the face of death?!

Now that they were at the new facility Eijirou was nervous. His moms talked to him about it, and they knew he’d miss his home and be scared. He already had trouble making friends in school!

So Emi and her military training friends brought some of Eijiou’s things to make the room homier.

The room was pretty colorful actually with red and orange polka-dots on the white walls. The tile was also different colors to match the walls. So they brought blankets, pillows, and Eijirou’s stuffies. Night light, coloring books, children’s manga, and his favorite sippy cup. It was better than just white walls and white sheets on the bed! Now if only Eijirou could make a friend, maybe this would make his experience less dreary.

It had been a week and a half since Eijirou had come to the hospital for treatment of the chest infection on top of his cystic fibrosis. He was getting over the infection pretty well now it was just helping him recover from it and try to strengthen his body. Deeming him safe enough to go and play in the lobby area where they had lots of toys, little slides, and games for the children. The doctor told Ito and Emi that he could go into the play area. It was also a way for them to observe his mannerisms to determine his normal energy vs sick.

So with Eijirou being given the freedom to play and his only rule being that he needs to wear a mask and wear his special oxygen backpack, he could go play.

“Okay Eiji hun, you ready to go play?” Asked Ito who was helping Eijirou put his mask on. He nodded and reached for his mommy’s hand. Smiling nervously behind his mask clutching his stuffed dragon sunrise in the other hand, he follows his mommy out of his hospital room and to the lounge area.

It's so bright and colorful it reflects the place as less of a medical prison and more of a fun space. There was lots of equipment, even a tv with consoles! There was also a place for parents and hospital staff to sit and watch the little ones play.

“Alright baby, mommy’s gonna go sit on one of the benches. If you need anything just come over okay.” She lets go of his little hand and strolls over to a place to sit leaving Eijirou to his own devices. He was a little overwhelmed with it all. It was a lot like school to him.

There were some little tables for the children to sit down and color or just play at. Craft buckets with child-friendly stationary supplies. He holds sunrise in both arms now and shyly makes his way to a table as he doesn’t truly feel like playing. He wanders over to a blue table that has a boy with bright blond hair and yellow eyes. He’s got a black lightning strike in his hair and he seems to be contently coloring something. He’s got a Pikachu plushie next to him which also has its piece of paper and a crayon.

Eijirou wants to sit there too!

“U-um excuse me” Eijirou stutters out shyly, the boy looks up at him their bright eyes meeting. Both the boy and Pikachu are wearing masks and the boy has the same special bookbag as Eijirou.

“Yeah?” The blond boy puts his crayon down for a second but starts kicking his feet underneath the table.

“C-can I sit here?” Eijirou inquired meekly hoping the boy wouldn’t reject him like his schoolmates always did. Smiling behind his mask the other boy nods but then says.

“Your dragon needs to wear a mask, I don’t want Pikachu to get sick”

Hearing that it wasn’t a ‘no’ made the raven-haired boy happy, there was only one thing, he needed to get Sunrise a mask.

“Where do I get them? My mommy got mine.” Then The other boy stood up at this, picked up Pikachu, grabbed Eijirou by the hand, and answered back.

“I think my mommy has some, come on I’ll take you over.” Eijirou nodded quietly and followed the kid toward the benches. His mommy was sitting next to a woman who looked just like the boy. The boy taps on his mom’s knee for her attention as she’d been talking to Eijirou’s mom.

“Oh Denki, hi baby, what is it?” “Mommy he wants to sit with me, so I told him his dragon needs a mask, but he doesn’t have one for them. Do you?” Denki explained to his mommy who giggles.

“I think I’ve got something,” She then looks over at Eijriou and asked while fishing through her bag.

“You must be Eijirou, I’ve been talking to your mommy. Nothing bad hun, just talking” His eyes stare back brightly at the blond woman then back at his mother who smiles back at him.

“I see you’ve finally made a friend Eiji?” Eijirou didn’t exactly know if they were friends yet, they just met. He turned to Denki and curiously questioned.

“Are we friends Denki?” Denki then made a thinking face, furrowing his brows and folding his arms with a look of question.

“We can be friends if you tell me your name and your dragon’s name.” He replies, this made EIjirou happy, he could have his friend without hassle!

“My name Is Eijirou Kirishima, this is Sunrise,” He says last part gesturing to his sunrise-colored dragon. “Okay, we’re friends now!” Denki said excitedly, this brought the biggest smile to Eijirou’s face you could see it through the mask. Denki’s mom eventually found a mask for Sunrise and helped put it on. His first friend and little did he know they’d be best friends til death did them part

#chronic illness au #childhood friend KamiKiri

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superhaught · 26 days

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Incurable Cravings (Chapter Four)

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Warnings: none really, just angsty

Word Count: 2200, Part 4/?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Continuation of Incurable Cravings series!

Little author's note: I made a small edit to Chapter 2 to fix a plot hole that I created for myself. Regina and Leighton have been living in separate homes for five years as opposed to the original ten.

Regina and reader begin to navigate their first day at school in light of their newfound relationship. Reader learns more about the history between Janis, Regina and Leighton.

Regina’s family was complex.

You knew that Ms. George used to be married to Regina’s father. Together, they had twin daughters, Regina and Leighton. You were all around 13 years old when they divorced. The resulting custody arrangement was unusual. Ms. George kept Regina and the house, while Leighton went with their dad and moved to the east coast. You vaguely knew that the father, Henry, got remarried to his college sweetheart, who had an older son from her previous marriage. Ms. George kept her maiden name and changed Regina’s last name to match, and has since also remarried and had Regina’s half-sister, Kylie. Regina’s stepdad, from what you knew, was a high-ranking military official. He didn’t see combat, but he was almost never home. All of them seemed to prefer it that way.

Regina and her stepdad famously did not get along well, so his frequent absence was appreciated by her. And Ms. George enjoyed being able to maintain her independence. She often referred to herself as a single mom, even though she, objectively, was married.

You hadn’t seen Leighton since she moved away, and based on what Regina had said, she had rarely seen her twin either. You were positive that the distance must be hard on them both. Regina and Leighton had always been each other's' best friend when you were younger. They were practically joined at the hip. You remember that when Leighton moved away, Regina didn’t come to school for almost two weeks and she wouldn’t see anyone.

The divorce, and your small friend group falling apart, all happened within the span of a year. And now, as Regina slept peacefully in your arms, you wondered just how much pain she had been carrying.

It broke your heart.

In spite of your racing thoughts, you eventually gave in to sleep yourself and were able to get a few hours shuteye before Regina’s alarm was going off and waking you for school. Regina groaned and snoozed the alarm once before turning over and curling up against your chest.

You giggled at how cute she was being and took to kissing her head and playing with her hair for those ten extra minutes. You felt her press a few soft kisses onto your neck and then the alarm went off again.

You reached over her and turned the alarm off and then rubbed your palm over her upper arm.

The blonde smiled and whispered, “good morning…”

“Good morning, sweetheart. How are you feeling this morning?”

Regina yawned and stretched her arms out a little before responding, “better than I’ve felt in a while.”

“Good.”

She met your eyes, “am I remembering last night correctly?”

“What do you remember?”

She hesitated for a moment, examining your expression, maybe considering dropping it, “I remember you saying that you love me…”

You nodded your head, “I did, Gina,” you tucked some hair behind her ear, “I said ‘I love you.’”

She nodded back and bit down on her bottom lip. You could see the anxiety mounting in her through her tensing muscles and rapid eye movements.

“I…” she began.

“Shhh…” you leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss.

She melted at the contact and let her hand travel over your shoulder and up the back of your neck to hold you close. Regina held you in that kiss for a long while and then just silently nodded again as she pulled away.

“Thank you…” she whispered.

And thus, only a fraction of your conversation actually took place out loud. You never really imagined having a bond like that with someone, not after the years you had lost of growing with Regina and Janis as your closest friends. But right here, in this moment, Regina knew without a shadow of a doubt that you had meant what you said. And you knew that she felt the same way about you in return.

You both took a minute more to play with each other’s fingers as you held hands in the bed.

The blonde kissed your hand and whispered, “I wish we had time to enjoy more of each other instead of going to school…”

“I do too, trust me.”

“I just want this gorgeous body of yours all to myself, all the time…”

You smirked, “you are such a temptress… but don’t worry, Gina. I’m all yours.” You kissed her cheek and then her lips again, obliging her when she grazed your lip with her tongue to deepen the kiss. You shared a few more kisses like this before Regina finally forced herself to sit up.

She looked sore and stiff in her movements. You reached out to gently touch her back after she sat up and you asked, “do you want help getting up?”

“No, no… I’ll be okay. Thank you baby.”

You got ready for the day together. Regina happily let you borrow some of her clothes that she reserved for wearing only around the house. No one would likely be able to tell that they were hers, not that it mattered to you.

Ms. George had fixed you both a quick breakfast and offered you free reign of the pantry to make yourself a lunch.

Regina, with a little bit of encouragement from you, managed to eat a cup of yogurt with granola.

“I’m gonna go start the car, you coming?” Regina asked you when she finished eating.

“Yeah, go ahead, I’ll be right out.”

Regina nodded and left through the front door of her house. You heard the engine of her Jeep start and you turned to Ms. George, who was scrolling Facebook on her phone while eating her own bowl of yogurt.

“Ms. George?”

She looked up at you, “what’s up, sugar?”

“Do you have Leighton’s phone number?”

Regina held your hand the whole car ride to school and walked inside with you, only dropping your hand once you were in the presence of others.

Regina saw Gretchen and Karen waiting for her at her locker so she turned to you and gave you a sweet goodbye with a quick, stolen kiss to your cheek before she split off from you and resumed her normal.

You realized that the two of you hadn’t discussed this part. You didn’t know how long it would be this secret between the two of you, but you hoped not long.

But you were greeted with your own smack in the face from reality when you walked up to your locker. Janis stood there, waiting for you.

You took a deep breath, “hey.”

She crossed her arms in front of her chest, “hey. I want to try this again.”

She stepped out of your way as you opened up your locker and she continued when you didn’t really say anything in response, “yesterday, I know I approached you about Regina in the wrong way, and I’m sorry.”

You grabbed one of your textbooks, “thank you. I forgive you.”

“But… I’d really like to talk to you about this. I saw you leave that storage closet with her. And I saw you go home with her after school yesterday. And, oh my god, you’re wearing her sweatshirt.”

Shit. Of course Janis would recognize it.

“And? What exactly do you want to know?”

“I… well, like what are you guys doing together? Are you hanging out again?”

“I guess we are… yeah. We’re hanging out.”

“Why?! Why would you do that?”

“Janis…” your voice betrayed your sadness and frustration.

“No seriously, come on! You’re one of the only people who knows the truth about what Regina has put me through! I thought you would be on my side!”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and inhaled, “Janis, it’s more complicated than sides… and, and I don’t know that I do know the truth!”

“What do you mean? You were at that party! You were there!”

“I mean, why does Regina think that something happened between you and Leighton?”

Janis’ jaw dropped, “what?”

“What happened between you and Leighton?”

“What did Regina say?”

“She didn’t say anything specific, only that you hurt Leighton somehow.”

“I…” Janis clenched her hands into fists, “that has nothing to do with me and Regina! I don’t even… you knew how I felt about Regina… you don’t really think I deserved what she did, do you?”

“Janis, no. I don’t think you deserved it. I don’t think any of us deserved anything that happened, Regina included. I think we were kids with a lot of complicated feelings.”

Janis stared at you incredulously.

“Didn’t you guys make up at the dance last year?”

“No. We didn’t. She was high on pain medication. She didn’t forgive me and I didn’t forgive her.”

You sighed, “Look, right now, I know that Regina wants me around and I’m okay with putting things behind me so that I can be there for her. But you don’t have to do that. Just don’t get mad at me for trying.”

She stared at you again.

You closed your locker door, “you weren’t the only one of us who was in love with her, Janis. You weren’t the only one who lost her, okay?”

You walked away from Janis for the second time, once again, unsure whether you were making the right choices in navigating this whole thing. You couldn’t exactly tell Janis the whole truth about your relationship, not without consulting Regina about it first. But you knew it wasn’t fair to leave Janis completely in the dark either.

You sat through your math class unable to pay attention to a single word out of Mrs. Norbury’s mouth because you were so caught up in how complicated this all was.

On your way out, Mrs. Norbury called you up to her desk and you obliged.

“Hey, you doing okay?”

You nodded, “yeah, I’m just having a weird week. I’m sorry for spacing out.”

She gave you a half smile, “look, I know your grades are going to be fine, that’s not what I’m worried about. I just want to make sure you’re alright.”

“It’s just friend stuff.”

“Alright, well, just remember that graduation is right around the corner. You need to make sure that you’re thinking about what you want.” She smiled at you as if what she said wasn’t annoyingly vague.

“Have you told anyone else about your acceptance letter yet?” She continued.

“No… still only you and my parents know. I’m not ready to tell anyone else yet.”

“It’s been a few months now, you’ll have to start telling people eventually.”

“I know… I just…”

Mrs. Norbury waited patiently for you to finish.

“It hasn’t really sunk in for me yet.”

She raised an eyebrow. You knew she was suspicious of your answer but she let it go, “okay. Well, if you need anything, just let me know.”

You nodded and left her classroom. Your heart was pounding.

Until yesterday, there was no one that you were overly concerned to talk to about your college acceptance. But now… you’d have to find a way to tell Regina that in just a few short months, you’d be moving to Boston for college.

You hustled to your next class and pulled your phone out as you sat down in your seat. You quickly started a new message to the number that Ms. George gave you.

When you left that class, you checked your phone first thing and you had a text back.

“Is Regina okay?”

You typed your response as you walked, “Regina is okay, but there’s a lot going on right now and I could use your help. I’m sorry to text you out of the blue like this. Your mom gave me your number.”

“So, you and Regina are friends again?”

“Yes.”

“Janis, too?”

“That’s one of the things I wanted to talk to you about… what happened? If you don't mind me asking…”

It took a minute for Leighton to respond. You watched the little bubble that indicated she was typing until her message back finally came through.

Leighton wrote, “honestly? Looking back, it’s stupid and I’m p sure Regina overreacted.”

Leighton tells you that when you were all kids, Janis confided in her that she had a crush on Regina. Janis begged Leighton not to tell Regina, and Leighton agreed, not seeing any reason to hurt Janis and ruin the friendship between the girls. But sometime later, Regina came to know the truth and talked to Janis and turned her down kindly. Janis was still mortified, but beyond that, she was pissed. Janis assumed that Leighton told Regina and wanted to get back at her for it. Janis knew that Leighton had a big class presentation coming up and she came to school wearing a beautifully pressed, matching white suit jacket and skirt. Janis loaded up her lunch tray with everything that the cafeteria had to offer that would stain and then “bumped” right into Leighton, dumping her entire tray onto Leighton.

It was petty. It was stupid. It was misinformed. But it made Leighton cry in the bathroom, and that was something Regina couldn’t abide. Regina planned her revenge, and that’s how the spin-the-bottle party happened. Janis embarrassed Leighton, so Regina embarrassed Janis with the best ammo she had in her arsenal.

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robin-buck1ey · 23 days

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Need a ghost buster who uses a wheel chair in a movie now !! The proton pack on the back looks so cooooolllllll (Also shout out to Garrett who is a disabled wheel chair user in one of the tv series!!)

#edit done by me #ghostbusters #ghostbusters frozen empire #ghostbusters afterlife #ghostbusters au #disabled #disability #wheelchair #wheels #chronic illness #chronic pain #physically disabled #punk #mobility aid #pheobe spengler #future gf??

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tcfactory · 24 days

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An idea I will need to flesh out more for a daemon AU:

Whatever injury someone suffers will leave a mark on their daemon too. Scars, tattoos, slave brands, you know, all kinds of things will appear on the hide of the daemon. With high enough cultivation it is possible to hide these marks on someone's body, but only the highest level cultivators can make them disappear from their daemon.

Shen Qingqiu is not nearly high enough in his cultivation to heal his daemon. So he hides it instead - people know that his daemon is a wolf, but it hardly ever appears in anybody's sight, capable of wandering at seemingly endless distances of its human.

Shen Yuan transmigrates from a world that didn't have daemons and the System isn't quite cruel enough to split his soul in half like that, so he gets placed in the body of a senior cultivator who has suffered grievous trauma and a severe qi deviation after he lost his daemon in a night hunt. Shen Yuan remembers this plot point in passing, a nameless Qing Jing hallmaster who had to leave the mountain because he never recovered. He eventually died seeking shelter in Huan Hua Palace, but only after confiding in the Old Palace Master that it was Shen Qingqiu who killed his daemon out of jealousy.

Shen Yuan has all the excuse to be a little weird and people are really worried about his well-being, but all that worrying gets stifling really fast, so he takes to wandering the bamboo forest to get a bit of peace and quiet. When he meets the scarred, silent wolf in the forest "oh that must be a daemon" is not his first or even his fifth thought. The beast is matted and skittish enough that after some thinking he concludes that is must be a neglected spiritual beast. Perhaps one that was left to roam the forest alone after his master died. He can't tell what kind of wolf beast it is though - he really wants to get close enough to puzzle out what the coat pattern is supposed to be under all those scars - so he keeps trying to follow and befriend the wolf.

He thinks it's going great. He got close enough to bemoan not having anything on hand to give the wolf a good brushing once! But then he is called to the bamboo house one evening and he thinks this is it, I'm going to be sent packing today.

Shen Qingqiu doesn't send him away. He gestures instead at the very familiar giant wolf sleeping on an old mattress and the grooming equipment laid out on a nearby table. "He said you wanted to brush him. No need to be shy now, shidi."

#svsss #daemon au #tc writes #the chronic illness thing where you can only keep yourself together where others can see it #sqq keeps his personal looks immaculate and does all his peak lord duties perfectly but he doesn't have the spoons left for his daemon #nobody sees him anyway #chronic pain and exhaustion do be like that sometimes #also something something the state of the wolf reflects his mental health...#anyway sy can relate more than he wants to admit #possibly jiuyuan? idk yet but making the two of them interact fascinates me

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tmntismdoodls · 2 days

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oh yeag doodle dump

#my art #art #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo #tmnt mona lisa #tmnt 1987 #doodle dump #human au #Chronic illness is kicking my behind so. sorry for no fic updates or art recently

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scarlett-ink · 22 days

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Eclipse of the Valley Chapter 1:

The Eclipse

You are in desperate need of a change of pace, an out of the mentally draining life you found yourself in. With the combined inspiration of a total solar eclipse and letter you probably waited too long to have opened, you find yourself moving to the tiny community of Pelican Town nestled in Stardew Valley.

But what happens when there's more magic to this town than you thought, and you realize that you weren't the only one to move into the farm? With nowhere else for your surprise, animatronic roommate to go, it seems like he'll be staying with you for the foreseeable future and he isn't as alone as he first appears. Hopefully, you'll be able to come to terms with your new roommates and maybe if you play your cards right you might just get them to open up to you.

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(Please ignore how bad the pixel art is it was my first time ever trying it)

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herba-mysticas · 2 months

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Is this anything

[ID: A colourless sketch of Penny, Arven and Nemona from Pokemon. They're all walking together and having a nice conversation.

Penny is wearing her canon outfit - a pokemon hoodie, a big fluffy eevee backpack, a skirt and tights. She's walking with a rollator that has her pokeballs docked at the front. She's decorated it with eevee things. She's doing a :3 face.]

Arven is using a powerchair with ultra ball motifs on it. He's wearing a puffer vest with a hoodie underneath and cargo shorts. He's more heavyset than in canon.

Nemona is using crutches. She has a sporty, flowy tank top on and shorts, and she has a joyful expression. End ID.]

#arven #i wanna finish this #doodle #my art #pokemon sv #chronic illness #fibromyalgia #magenta au #pokemon #wheelchair #penny #nemona #headcanon #hc #au #sketch #wip

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milezperprower · 3 months

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ERROR!

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bad gate way!

#ragamaster #ragamaster au #tadc #tadc au #tadc fanart #the amazing digital circus #tadc gangle #gangle #gangle tadc #gangle fanart #the amazing digital circus gangle #i def intend to elaborate on this point later's but gangle's abstraction is more like a chronic illness.#it has spells and goes into remission but ultimately it is still there.#also abstraction works affects each person differently. no two people have it the same.#for some it is swift imediate and ruthless. for others it is long chronic and painful.#holy fuck why are the tags freaking out for me SO BAD

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plague-of-insomnia · 5 months

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Ch 7: Hope Is Never Lost

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Pairing: Sebagni, Vintaka, Seb & Tanaka, Bard/Agni, Claude/Grey, etc

Words: ~54K total

Chapter Summary: Bard takes care of a drunk Agni, who is left unsettled by what happened with his aunt even after returning to work. He and Sebastian grow closer. Claude begins to have doubts about his relationship with Charles.

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Fic Summary: Agni, a home-care nurse, has had his share of difficult patients, but now he's up for his biggest challenge yet. Sebastian is young, seriously ill, and angry, but Agni is determined to help him anyway. Will the two be able to synchronize and move forward, or will Sebastian forever let his bitterness over his past trauma hold him back?

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Reblogs appreciated, as always!

This chapter is longer than the last one and one of my faves so far. I hope you enjoy seeing Seb and Agni grow closer!

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tourettesdog · 1 year

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DP x DC Prompt where Dani's condition doesn’t stay as stable as she would prefer following her second trip to Amity Park.

She's not destabilizing but she's not quite… the same. It begins with a slight weakness and ache in her legs. Dani doesn't think much of it at first, assuming she's just been pushing herself too hard, but it doesn't go away with rest.

It worsens overtime, until she starts to exhaust much easier in her ghost form. Dani plans a return trip to Amity, worried that something more serious could be going on again.

Dani finds herself making a detour to Gotham on the way, however.

The ambient ectoplasm draws her in and Dani welcomes it with a relieved sigh. She plans to rest up for a couple of days before moving on, but… Dani’s honestly not sure if she’s strong enough to safely leave the city. Her legs are still aching and walking is becoming a chore at times. She can always fly with her ghost form, but without the ectoplasm of Gotham Dani isn’t sure how well she’ll favor traveling.

She stays in an abandoned building and gets by on the streets, starting to learn the ins and outs of the city. Dani can’t help but fall into step with the vigilantes at times, finding it just as fun to annoy Batman and his birds as it is to actually help out.

They try to corner her plenty of times for questions, but there’s nothing they can do when she turns on her invisibility and intangibility to slip away.

As the weather starts to shift and the ache in Dani’s legs worsens with it, she starts to spend a lot of her free time in the library. She’s stumbling a lot more while human now, and she’s even more exhausted from spending extra time as a ghost to avoid tripping over her own two feet. It’s nice to sit in the warm library and read for a bit— sometimes the nice librarian even gives her snacks.

Babs isn’t sure what to make of Dani the first few times she sees her. She can tell that the kid isn’t necessarily well. She’s rail thin and has a strange gait with some apparent muscle weakness. Every time she sees her it seems to get worse.

Babs starts to befriend the girl, offering her snacks when she can and trying to carefully learn more about her. It couldn’t be more obvious that Dani is homeless, though Babs is finding it surprisingly difficult to find any further information on her. Hell, even when she tries to have Tim and Jason keep an eye on her, the kid somehow manages to slip out of their sights.

The way she disappears puts thoughts of the newest meta in mind, and from then on it becomes a subtle game to earn her trust and try to help her before the kid gets hurt.

Things take a turn when Dani collapses at the library one day.

Forced to acknowledge that her legs are getting weaker and she’s not equipped to handle that on her own, Dani accepts more help from Babs. It’s a bit of a mess, navigating losing the mobility in her legs and dealing with the Gotham vigilantes. Fortunately for her, Babs has experience with both.

#dpxdc #dpxdc prompts #danny phantom #dc #dani phantom #dogprompts #prompts #this is inspired by the many lovely disabled Danny aus #with Dani's condition already being relatively unstable I'm surprised I don't see more disabled or chronically ill takes with her

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angst-king · 2 years

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Need a lift pt 1

“Well Mr. and Mrs. Midoriya, we have good news and bad news for little Izuku over here.” The parents of the sickly little boy who lay still on the bed looked at the doctor quickly. “Wh-what’s the good news Doctor?” The mother-Inko- asked, “Well we have a diagnosis for him, and it can be managed since we caught it in time.” Inko smiles widely almost forgetting there was bad news. There was hope for her little boy! He’d be okay! She’d get to take him home! Then Hisashii-his father- continued the conversation. “What’s the bad news doctor?” The doctor drew in a breath and sighed. This brought Inko out of her fantasies, hoping the bad news wouldn’t be as bad as she was thinking.

The doctor’s eyes shift towards the little boy on the bed. His skin was a sickening white, almost camouflaged to the bed. “The bad news is that his stomach is partially paralyzed to the point where solid food has become challenging for his stomach to digest.” This news made Inko feel light-headed, she knew what this meant. “I-if he can’t eat then that m-means he’s starving….” Her voice trails off as her eyes float to the floor. Starvation mode, something Inko always feared for little Izuku. They’d only gotten close to it on a few rare occasions, though nothing like this. They always caught it in time!

“D-Doctor, d-does this m-mean he’s b-been in starvation mode f-for a while?” Her voice quivered, biting her lip as she tried to hold back the tears. “Sadly it does. From the lab results, I’d say we just barely got him close to the line of starvation mode and living.” Hearing this the only words that rung through her head was ‘close line’. She didn’t know if her heart could take any more, she felt ready to faint or throw up.

‘This is all my fault, I'm so sorry Izuku’ she thought to herself.

“M-Mrs MIdoriya, I understand you may feel anxiety or responsibility for your child’s illness but I assure you. You are not to blame, I would blame the reckless care the other hospitals gave him or even lack thereof. You did all you could do for Izuku.” She buries her face into her hands before her husband pulls her to his chest to console her. “Inko, sweetie, you truly did all that you could, hell you even brought Mitski in to get those doctors to take you seriously. Now he’s in better hands, and it's not too late for him. They can help him here.” Hisashi spoke softly to her, gently stroking her hair to keep it from her face. “I-I should’ve done m-more s-’sashi” “No, no honey, you did just enough. Now our son is getting the help he needs. He’ll be okay.”

It took a few minutes before Inko had stopped crying, the doctor left them for their privacy, and soon came back when ready.

“Alright, now that we know the problem, we know how to treat it. I’ve already got a treatment plan as well as a few backup ones for Izuku set up in place for him.” “r-really wh-what is it?” “Well, the main part Izuku is gonna have to get used to because it's not very comfortable or easy. He’s going to have a nonsurgical feeding tube placed until he is strong enough to get a surgical one. It's a tube that will go down his nose, his esophagus, and to his stomach that will carry a sort of protein shake like a solution that will give him the nutrients he needs to stay just out of starvation mode. Now he can’t just live on the tube food, especially because he needs more than an average person. We’re gonna try and find some foods he can eat by mouth that will aid in keeping him out of starvation mode. But only if his body tolerates the tube food.” Inko and Hisashi nod along as the doctor continue. “Another reason for this tube is because, if his stomach isn’t taking the food down to the rest of his organs it can big up. So this tube will allow him to empty his stomach as well, it usually keeps the patient from being too nauseous. Sorry, I know this is a gross thing to hear about but that is gonna be a part of Izuku’s life now.”

It was a lot to take in but, the parents just wanted their little boy to be okay. So they signed off on it.

They did the procedure of placing the tube while Izuku was still asleep to not stress the boy into more exhaustion.

It was a few more days before Izuku was awake, within those days. Izuku’s teammates from his gym had come over to see him. Some were able to stomach the image of one of their youngest teammates in such a state of ill. While others like Ochako Uraraka were utterly horrified and couldn’t return to see him. Inko understood, Ochako and Izuku were both young children and seeing someone so sick with tubes and wires around them like this can be scary.

When Izuku woke up he was still very much so out of it. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open for a bit, and his voice was almost a whisper from its soreness. Throwing up did tend to do that to ya. His mother and father were so excited to see their little boy awake and able to speak.

“Oh Izuku, we’re so glad you’re awake, oh thank god!” Inko exclaimed quickly hugging her boy who confusedly asked what happened. “Oh sweetie, you’ve been sick for so long, and now we’ve finally found someone who can help you.” Izuku started to remember as he noticed he was in a hospital so he asked. “Are they gonna make me better finally?” Inko sighed, didn’t wanna upset Izuku with the truth but she couldn’t lie to him either. “W-well sweetie, the type of sickness you have is….permanent. Izuku gave a small disappointed “oh”

The doctor decided to step in this time. As the doctor approached the side opposite the parents. Izuku’s eyes shifted towards the man who spoke up. “Well Izuku, we can’t make you better to where your sickness goes away but. We can make it so you’re not too sick all the time and maybe even be able to go home soon.” The mention of going home excited Izuku, he gave a small nod to the doctor who smiles at him. “Good, we’ve already started our plans while you were asleep because we couldn’t wait for you to wake up for this.” Izuku was now all ears with the doctor.

The doctor explained the diagnosis to the boy, as well as the treatment plan which involved the already placed feeding tube. Medications that would be taken orally as well as through the tube. It wasn’t the most excitable news but, with the hope of going home in the back of his mind. Izuku was set on getting out.

#chronic illness au #shindeku

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ughgoaway · 5 months

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you know how much i love sickfics 😭 and also it’s entirely plausible that girlie always gets sick when school first starts (source: bfs a teacher. also source: kids are germ factories)

anyway yes thinking of matty being very fucking sweet and caring when they’ve only newly started dating 😭 and taking care of girlie (maybe annie had the same thing a few weeks ago so he feels like an expect now lol) and even tho reader insists she’s fine, she’ll get over it with a good nights rest, he refuses to let her do it on her own (he is a proper mother hen now after all)

Oh, the love for sick fics is so real. I yearn to baby this grown man and also to be looked after by him.

Kids are such fucking germ factories, it's CRAZY. All they know how to do is be sick and perpetually sticky. So it's 100% possible you are getting SICK, especially if it's something that's been spreading through your class.

Annie was out last week, and she's been back 2 days when you start feeling a bit rough. Matty shows up to drop Annie off and notices your red-rimmed eyes and pink nose. He sends Annie in with a kiss on the head and walks over to talk to you properly.

No one is within earshot, so Matty can talk to you the way he wants, “Hi sweetheart, are you feeling okay? You don't look like yourself” he goes to stroke your arm, but he catches himself before he does.

You guys are together, but the school doesn't know anything yet, so he has to act normal, despite the constant urge to touch you however he can.

You pout and Matty has to fight the smile at how cute you are, “oh wow that's just what you want to hear from your new boyfriend” you tease, smiling and giggling but then launching into a chesty cough from speaking.

“Oh baby, have you got the same thing Annie had? She had the same cough and runny nose,” Matty speaks softly and has to fight the urge to scoop you into a hug.

“I think I'm starting to, but it's Friday so I figure I'll just quarantine myself in my flat for the weekend and I'll be fine by Monday.” You wave him off and drop your hand back to your side, but not before brushing yours and Matty’s fingers together subtly. You could see the worry in his eyes and were desperate to reassure him you were okay.

“Well, Annie is going up to my mum's this weekend so I can come and look after you if you want?” Before Matty can even finish asking, you are shaking your head.

Even the movement of shaking your head has you feeling dizzy and nauseous and you stumble slightly on the spot, matty of course acts like you had just thrown yourself to the floor and grabbed your arm to steady you.

“I'm fine, really. Enjoy your weekend off” You smile softly at Matty, but he doesn't look convinced. But before he can protest further, a parent walks over, and he has to rip his hand from your arm.

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It's Saturday night, and Matty hasn't heard from you all day. He had texted asking how you were doing and if you needed anything, but he was met with radio silence. So he took it upon himself to come over.

He knocks on your door and hears rustling behind it, and soon a pile of blankets emerges, and Matty has to assume you are under there somewhere.

“Hello?” You croak out, and Matty almost crumbles on the spot. He walks in and shuts the door behind him before pulling you into a tight hug.

He feels you breathe him in and your growing smile against his chest, “Matty.” You whisper and burrow closer. You hadn't realised how comforting his scent was, and you already felt more at ease.

But a chesty and slightly wet cough pulls you from the hug, and Matty has to hide his grimace at how rough you sound.

“Oh darling, you sound awful. And you're burning up.” You pout as he feels your forehead, and he then places his palms on your flushed cheeks.

“Can't be burning up, I'm freezing. And my chest feels heavy” you mumble as you snuggle back into his chest, matty rubs up and down your back - or at least he thinks it's your back. The pile of blankets makes it hard to tell.

It's then he goes into mother hen mode, “Right we need to get you out of these sweaty clothes and into the shower. The steam will help your breathing and hopefully make you feel a bit better.” Matty starts walking to your shower, and you shuffle behind him weakly protesting.

“Ah ah ah. No excuses, baby. It's time for me to look after you. Now strip.” he reaches into your shower and flicks it on, putting some towels on your radiator to heat them up, ready for when you're done.

You can't help but tease Matty, hoping he’ll forget about the whole sick thing and just let you sleep for the next 24 hours, “ooh kinky. Yes sir” you faux salute and wink at Matty. But any flirty behaviour was quickly wasted when you started hacking up a lung and shivering at the same time.

“Don't you ‘yes sir’ me, just let me help you, sweet girl. Please?” his pout and soft eyes get you, and you start shedding blankets, and your shivering intensifies.

You step into the shower and hiss at the hot water, somehow still shaking even under the scorching water. You look back at Matty, who is watching you with worried eyes.

You decide then and there to give up any dignity you had left and let yourself be looked after.

“Get in with me?” Matty looks at you suspiciously, and you quickly clarify, “No funny business, I swear. I just want you close to me.” Your sad, quiet voice has Matty shedding his clothes quickly, getting in and pulling you back onto his chest.

You rest your head on his shoulder and let out a sigh at the feeling of him behind you. Matty grabs your body wash and squirts it in his hands, lathering them together before slowly working them over your body.

It's not sensual or sexual in any way. It's just pure love and care. He moves from your underarms to your torso, slowly working his hands over your aching body. He kneads each section carefully, pulling groans from your cracked lips.

He grabs the shower head to wet your hair and massages shampoo and conditioner into it. He grins at the soft, sleepy smile that comes across your face at the feeling of his fingers rubbing at your scalp.

After 15 minutes and an appropriate amount of steam later, Matty turns off the water and begins bundling you in the towels he had ready. Still, your teeth are chattering as you stand in the bathroom in a pile of 5 towels.

And Matty can't help but feel his heart shatter. He’s never seen you look so small and sad. He can see you're feeling really fucking ill, and honestly, the lack of fighting from you tells him all he needs to know.

“Go sit on the bed, sweetheart, and I'll be right back” Matty walks you to your bed, and you flop back into the pile of blankets, fighting sleep as you settle in. Matty runs to the front door and grabs the bag he had dropped when he walked in earlier.

He gets back to you and pulls out his shirt and jogging bottoms from his bag, he knew you'd want his clothes- so he came prepared.

You giggle and lift your arms up, ready for him to dress you. Matty pulls down your towel and averts his eyes from your chest, feeling weird for staring whilst you're so ill.

You notice and pout, “You don't like my boobs?”

“No no, not that. I like them too much, babe. If I stare too long I'll get hard and it is definitely not the time for that” Matty taps your hips and slides up a pair of his boxers and jogging bottoms over your waist as you grin happily.

Your boyfriend still likes your boobs even when you're gross and ill, and that's good to know.

You flop back on the bed and watch Matty walk around and get into bed, patting the space next to him for you to settle into.

“Mmm, you'll look at them another time, though?” you say softly, starting to move up the bed.

Matty nods and smiles as he watches you move groggily, sniffling as you're crawling up to him.

“Good idea bringing your clothes for me. I would've stolen yours if not” you say, letting your eyes fall closed.

“Hey this isn't my first time dealing with a sick girlfriend” Matty says, and you immediately frown and open your heavy eyes.

“Don't wanna think about you being other people's boyfriend. You're my boyfriend,” you groan, settling into your pillows and burrowing into Matty's side.

He laughs and swings his arm around your shoulders as your legs wind together like ivy intertwining, and you bury your nose in his chest with a happy hum.

“Don't worry, baby, I'm just your boyfriend. No one else's.” he looks down at you and feels giddy at the soft smile on your face.

“Mmm mine” You sigh, and Matty presses a kiss to your head as you finally drift off.

The next day, Matty still wants to play nurse, and you let him quite happily.

#v giving me the cutest ideas as always #sick fics my beloved <3333 #me being chronically ill and needing this year round #plsssssssssss #teacher au!#moots <3 #matty healy fic

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adiduck · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/8 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell & Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky & Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw & Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw & Tom "Iceman" Kazansky Characters: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, "Dagger" Training Detachment Aviators (Top Gun) Additional Tags: Time Travel, Complicated Interpersonal Relationships, Mentions of Cancer, Chronic Illness, Hospitals, Established Relationship, get-together, (yes both), Tom "Iceman" Kazansky Lives, Period-Typical Homophobia, Self-Discovery, Texting, Use and Abuse of Aviation Terms, Unrepentant Fawning over the F-14 Tomcat, Reconciliation Summary:

“How do we know the pre-selected one-seaters will be able to fly the mission?”

Cyclone and Warlock look at each other. “They have been selected, as you were, Captain, for their experience in similar missions. Their situation is… unique,” Warlock explains.

“They’re black ops?” Maverick asks. “Because otherwise I don’t know that there are any active naval aviators who can fly this.” Besides me, he doesn’t say. Again.

“Not anymore,” Cyclone allows. “Are you familiar with Operation Groundhog?”

(Or: The Navy has decided to solve its problems with Time Loop technology. Certain parties decide to solve a few other problems with it, too.)

Here we are! This baby has been three months in the oven, and I'm pleased to announce it is ready for your viewing pleasure! We will be posting on Sundays, unless I am busy on Sundays, in which case we will be posting Mondays, per the poll on tumblr that I posted LOL

As always, it takes a village for a fic like this, so I want to thank the Beta Team for their amazing assistance: Asuka, Hawkey, Jordan, Henley, I would not have gotten here without you. 💜 Similarly, I want to thank Serie and Cy, who cheered for me tirelessly throughout, and all my friends on Discord who very patiently read all of my snips and did not kick me out of the server for being annoying about it. I hope everyone who has been looking forward to this novel-length fic enjoys it!

Finally, the title of this story comes from a song by Joni Mitchell called, depending on the time of recording, either Clouds or Both Sides Now. Here at the beginning, I recommend you listen to this version.

#icemav #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #operation groundhog au #both sides now #top gun #cancer cw #chronic illness cw #hospitals cw #spicy content #time travel #okay okay okay here we go!!!

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