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incognitopolls · 1 month

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We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

#polls #incognito polls #anonymous #tumblr polls #tumblr users #questions #polls about brains #submitted dec 6 #mental health #mental illness #psych ward #mental hospital #mental heath support #hospitalization

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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 4 days

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Ok ok, but the prompt “if you die, I die! Don’t you get that?!” with Peter yelling it at Tony 😂😂

Fine. Fine. Yes. Let's reverse it. Another mini!

874 words, a little more angsty with a hurt Tony Stark and a very passionate Peter Parker. Enjoy!! :D [Click here for a reversed use of this prompt]

If You Die... Part. 2.

As Tony came back to awareness the first thing he noticed was the incessant beeping of a heart monitor. It was one tone after another, in two second intervals. Beep… Beep… Beep... He tried to turn away from it, but he couldn’t get his body to cooperate. He was exhausted in a way he’d never felt before. His limbs felt like lead and his eyes refused to open.

For a few minutes, he simply laid there mildly aware of his surroundings but lacking the energy to interact with them. Beep… Beep… Beep… The sound was starting to get on his nerves. He wished it would stop. He tried to clench his fist but managed nothing more than a small twitch of his finger. His forehead creased slightly in concentration. Another two fingers moved, flexing upward and dropping back down to the sheets. That seemed to get the attention of whomever was in the room. His hand was suddenly engulfed by a firm warm grasp.

“-ister Stark?” Tony used all his strength to turn towards the voice. His head moved marginally but he managed to crack an eye open. “Mr. Stark?” As his vision focused he was able to see Peter hovering above him.

He parted his dry lips and pressed his sandpaper tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Kid?” he rasped. It came out in barely a whisper. But he was certain Peter heard it. His kid’s hand tightened around his own and tears started to break free from his eyes.

“Mr. Stark!” Peter leaned forward until his head was resting heavily on his chest. Hot tears were soaking into his shirt and wanted nothing more than to comfort his kid. He felt more alert with his eyes open and his strength was slowly returning. He pulled his heavy hand out of Peter’s grasp and repositioned it so he could wrap his fingers around his kid’s wrists.

“I’m right here, Buddy,” he murmured, while fighting his other arm off of the mattress. Eventually, he managed and was able to get his hand to the back of his kid’s head. “I’m right here.”

“You almost weren’t!” Peter stood up, sniffed and ran his free hand over his cheeks. “You almost- You almost died, Mr. Stark!”

A painful lump formed in his throat. He looked at the bleached-white sheets and tried to swallow past it. “But I didn’t.”

“But you could have!” Peter shouted. Fresh tears started to flow. That time, he didn’t try to stop them. “The doctors said- they said you might not- We almost lost you!”

Tony licked his dry lips and coughed. Seconds later, a nurse walked into the room, raised his bed and offered him some water. Once he’d had a few sips, she started tugging at the various tubes and wires. She shined a light in his eyes and started asking questions. He answered them with an absentminded nod or shake of his head. His gaze had yet to leave Peter. Even from across the room he could see his kid’s puffy eyes and tear streaks cheeks,

The nurse finished with him and started talking to Peter. He couldn’t hear what she was saying but he could see his kid nod his head. Then, the nurse was gone and Peter returned to his bedside still sniffling.

“You can’t do this again,” Peter said, his voice eerily calm. He gathered a shuddering breath and pressed his lips into a tight thin line. “I can’t- you were in a coma for six days. You can’t-”

All of a sudden Peter’s anger and upset finally made sense. Tony’s eyes momentarily winded in response. Six days was a long time to wait for someone to wake up. “I’m sorry, Bud. I never-”

“You can’t die!” Peter shouted loudly enough to make Tony flinch. “If you die, I die! Don’t you get that?” His fists balled up by his sides as his face crumpled in anguish. “You- you’re the only one I have left!”

Not quite understanding, Tony pulled his brows together. “You have May, your friends and-”

“They aren’t you! I need you, Mr. Stark!” Peter’s voice cracked on the last syllable. He ran his hands down his face and crossed arms defensively over his chest. “I’ve already lost my mom and dad! Then I lost Uncle Ben too! I need you!”

tony felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. “Pete. Honey-”

“Stop it! Stop- Don’t patronize me!” The anger didn’t last long. Within seconds Peter was back to leaning over the bed, one arm wrapped around Tony's stomach. “Just- next time let someone else make the sacrifice play! Because, selfish or not- I need you here!”

His kid was crying again and Tony could feel his own eyes starting to water. “Oh, kid. That’s not- that’s not selfish, Buddy. That’s-”

Peter squeezed him tightly enough that it was starting to hurt. He didn’t complain. He simply held on with equal ferocity,

When Peter let go, it was so he could look Tony in the eyes. “I love you,” he whispered.

Tony smiled and placed his hands on either side of his kid’s damp cheeks. “I- I love you too, Pete. So much. And I promise I’m not going anywhere.”

#happyaspie mini fic #injured tony stark #tony stark #peter parker #irondad and spiderson #marvel #iron man #spider-man #mcu #irondad #angst #hospitalization #injury

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wangxianficrecs · 4 months

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When You Wake, 怎能当梦一场 by acertainrogue

When You Wake, 怎能当梦一场

by acertainrogue

T, 39k, Wangxian

Summary: He lay there buried under rabbit ears of wires, warmed by a thin blanket, breathing, breathing, never truly still, but never animated, either. “A-Xian,” Jiang-gugu said with a forced smile. “Your son and husband are here to see you. And your nephew too. He will be coming very soon.” A-Yuan ran up to Baba and held his hand. -- Sizhui grows up in a changing world, but his comatose father can't change with it. His family is determined to give him the love and forgiveness they didn't give Wei Ying. Kay's comments: So, this is definitely the kind of story that keeps you hooked and forces you to finish it in one sitting and even then, it'll still keep you awake for nights. It's just so good and so painful. Phew, so many knives! But, there's a happy ending, so you can definitely look forward to that! It's also actually set in real-world modern China, which is too rare for my liking in the English-writing fanfic community and I really appreciate all that went into this story and am also so grateful for the author for writing a whole thread over on Twitter explaining the cultural nuances one might have missed. As for the story, it's mostly Lan Wangji suffering and raising A-Yuan for thirteen years while Wei Wuxian is a coma. Cue: The Covid19 pandemic and the collapse of the health system and what that means for someone who's been in a coma for thirteen years. Excerpt: He lay there buried under rabbit ears of wires, warmed by a thin blanket, breathing, breathing, never truly still, but never animated, either. “A-Xian,” Jiang-gugu said with a forced smile. “Your son and husband are here to see you. And your nephew too. He will be coming very soon.” A-Yuan ran up to Baba and held his hand. Baba must have slept with Father when he was still awake. A-Yuan did remember being cradled in a cloud that was Father and Baba both, remembered being held between them in bed. There was a time when he had not known how to sleep otherwise. Baba had been cool, cool like the springs of silver dollar water, warm just enough so lotuses could grow. Tem-per-ate, he learned in school for his vocabulary section. But now, Baba was just cold. “Baba,” he squeaked, peaking over the side of the bed, tall enough that he did not have to tiptoe or have Jiang-gugu carry him anymore. “It’s me. It’s A-Yuan. Did you know I’m getting a cousin soon?” He fished in his pocket and found the dried grass butterfly Father had bought him on the roadside, from a man who peddled swallows with tails cut into forks and a green penguin waddling into life. “This can be your cousin too,” he told Baba importantly, nestling that gentle flutter of wing grass into Baba’s cold palm, so he could hold something when A-Yuan, Father, and even Jiang-gugu weren’t around. That was what Jingyi was to A-Yuan when he was at school, away from Father. Everyone needed a cousin, a companion, like the one that was about to be born. When he turned around, Jiang-gugu was crying.

pov lan sizhui, modern setting, modern no powers, pandemics, coma, hospitals, hospitalization, angst with a happy ending, comatose wei wuxian, implied/referenced homophobia, jiang family dynamics, good parent lan wangji, grief/mourning, covid19

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sickficideas · 24 days

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idk if anyone else thinks ahout intubation in the way that I do but it’s always been one of my fav whump / sick tropes 🥺🥺 specifically im thinking of dazai, because he’s the only one who can’t rlly be healed by yosano. he’s awake but has to be intubated and can only communicate through writing, maybe kunikida lets him use his journal and pen in order to bc that’s the only thing he has to write on. its such a vulnerable position to be in </33

(i know you have a bunch of asks,, don’t worry about responding to this, i just had to spill about it somewhere)

I really do love this as a trope....generally im a big fan of hospitalization because of how it bleeds into whump from sickfic its so beautiful and this is a fantastic use of this concept anon...and youre so RIGHT we do not capitalize off of the fact enough that Yosano is completely useless to Dazai....this is so beautifully vulnerable thank you for sharing 💖💖

#and youre so sweet dw i always respond 💖💖💖💖💖#bsd headcanons #dazai #kunikida #kunikidazai #kunizai #yosano #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd #illness #sick #ask box #hospitalization #whump #fictional intubation

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multiplicity-positivity · 8 months

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Here’s some positivity for headmates who are depression holders!

Having a the system role of holding onto negative, harmful, or uncomfortable symptoms can be exhausting and challenging for any system member. Regardless of how well your system functions, it can still be so hard to be a symptom holder for something painful like depression! This post is for headmates who are depression holders in their systems!

Shoutout to headmates who have been sad or depressed for as long as they can remember!

Shoutout to headmates who struggle with active or passive suicidal thoughts!

Shoutout to headmates whose past traumas have caused them to hold their system’s depression!

Shoutout to headmates who appear upbeat, happy, and cheerful despite being their system’s depression holders!

Shoutout to headmates who are incredibly emotional and tend to cry or get upset easily!

Shoutout to headmates who willingly took on a depression holder role to benefit the rest of their system!

Shoutout to headmates who are taking medication, seeking therapy, or are in some other form of treatment for their depression!

Shoutout to headmates who don’t know how to properly cope with their depression, or who have harmful or negative coping strategies!

Shoutout to headmates whose depression has caused them to always feel tired, exhausted, despondent, or lethargic!

Shoutout to headmates who can’t just “snap out of it” when they’re depressed, and who feel sad more than they feel happy!

Shoutout to headmates who help their system function and take care of important tasks even while dealing with depression!

Shoutout to headmates whose depression has caused their system to be hospitalized or institutionalized in the past!

Shoutout to headmates whose depression has made it hard for their system to maintain proper hygiene, stay fed and hydrated, or even get out of bed!

Those who are depression holders serve vital, often thankless roles in their systems. To every depression holder out there, we want to let you know that we see you, we understand your struggles, and we’re wishing you the very best!

Please try to treat yourself with gentle kindness, even if it’s hard! Know that you’re an important member of your system just like the rest of your headmates, and you’re deserving of peace, comfort, and joy just the way you are! We hope that soon you can learn positive coping skills in order to allow your whole system a better quality of life. Until then, know that we’re rooting for you and we wish you the very best! Thanks so much for reading, and take care!

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#multiplicity #pluralgang #plurality #actuallyplural #system positivity #plural positivity #plural pride #system pride #depression #depression holder #suicide #trauma #hospitalization #institutionalization

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hufflepuffwritingstuff2 · 8 months

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Request if thats ok? (Medical whump/ caretaker and whumpee) :

Whumpee is waking up out of anesthesia or chemical restraint and is delirious and emotional. Loving caretaker/doctor is there to shush there cries and calm them down.

Hi Anon! That’s perfectly ok! Thanks for requesting this, here you go!

Whumpee stirred on something soft. They could just make out the sound of steady beeping; they forced their heavy eyes to open. At first, the world was completely blurry. When it cleared up, Whumpee’s glassy eyes went wide. Fluorescent lights shone down on them, accompanied by a stark white ceiling. Where were they!? Whumpee wracked their brain for an answer, trying desperately to remember something. Their thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening. Whumpee quickly turned their head to see Caretaker in the doorway, dressed in a white lab coat and holding a clipboard.

“Whumpee, you’re awake.”

Caretaker sounded mildly surprised. What was Caretaker doing here? Shouldn’t they be at work at the hospital right now? Why were they here? What was going on? And for the love of all things good, where were they!?

“W-where-?” Whumpee tried.

“Shhh.”

Caretaker quickly crossed the room and sat down at Whumpee’s bedside. They took their hand and rubbed soothing circles into it.

“You’re in the hospital,” Caretaker explained.

Whumpee tried and failed to sit up.

“W-why…mm.”

Why couldn’t they talk!? Tears sprung into Whumpee’s eyes. They just wanted to know what was going on!

“Don’t try to speak yet,” Caretaker said softly, “you’re just coming out of heavy sedation. My colleagues and I had to operate on you. You were panicking, which was understandable of course, but you were aggravating your injuries. The only thing we could do to calm you down was knock you out.”

Whumpee sniffled, the tears coming down fast now. They wanted to ask Caretaker so many questions, but they could barely make a sound.

“Whumpee, shh, it’s okay,” Caretaker soothed, “it’ll wear off soon, I promise. Please don’t try to talk.”

Whumpee stared at Caretaker pleadingly.

“I’ve taken the rest of the day off,” Caretaker said, “I’m gonna stay right here, okay? Would it help if I told you why you’re here?”

Whumpee nodded weakly, sniffling again. Caretaker reached over and wiped their tears for them.

“So… you’re in the hospital because you were hit by a car,” Caretaker explained, “shh, shh, it’s okay, it’s okay! You’re gonna make a full recovery. Someone called 911 as soon as it happened, we got you here and the operation went just fine. You have some broken ribs and some bleeding, but it’s nothing you won’t heal from, and I’ll be with you through the whole process.”

Whumpee squeezed Caretaker’s hand as hard as they could manage, which wasn’t very hard at all, but it got the point across. Caretaker smiled and squeezed it back gently. It would be a while before Whumpee woke up properly, but Caretaker was there for them the whole time, ready to explain everything again if need be.

ko-fi

tags: @mythixmagic @infinityshadows @fishtale88 @thelazywitchphotographer @the-beasts-have-arrived @princessofonwardsworld @surplus-of-sarcasm

#whump #as requested #medical whump #med whump #doctor caretaker #whumpee and caretaker #hospitalization #forced sedation #sedation #drugging #writeblr #creative writing #writing #snippet #hospital whump #whumpee x caretaker #whumpblr #whump community

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awesomecooperlove · 5 months

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arlenelperez · 1 month

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My Gentle Giant

Dedicated to my son Jonathan with love

I watch him

As he lays here

In his hospital bed

Sound asleep

The rhythms

Of his chest

Rising and falling

A reassuring sight

A testiment to life

So vulnerable

Yet so strong

His strong hand

Reaches out to mine

Holding it softly

As he did

When he was yet

Still a small child

I caress his hand

As I hold it in mine

He begins to weep

At the terrors

His body has endured

At the realization

He's been given

A second chance

I hold him

My Gentle giant

My cuddle buddy

As he whimpers

Into my chest

I whisper,

"You are loved!

You are important!

You are ALIVE!"

Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on March 14, 2024

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bugbuoyx · 6 months

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CW: Suicide, graphic description of hospitalization

I know this shouldn't have to be said and you'd think people would know better in this day and age and this fucking community but apparently fucking not.

If you encourage, support, or engage in suicide baiting, even as small as "kys", block me or respond so I can block you. Suicide is not a fucking joke, it's not a punchline, it's not a "gotcha" or a catchy comeback it causes real actual fucking harm.

Do you know what it feels like to have a tube put down your throat? It's been 7 fucking years and I still viscerally remember being told to hold my breath and the awful pressure of the tube. I remember looking over and seeing my heartrate at 300, both my parents crying. The nurses reassuring me that it was gonna be okay.

You know what else I remember? The name and face of a kid who once told me to kill myself, I doubt he remembers, we were only 14, but I do.

Also, for obvious reasons, I don't support any threats of violence, especially over fucking internet discourse.

#suicide #hospitalization #discourse #transmasc #transandrophobia #transmisandry #(adding those tags bc i know anti-transmasc folks engage in this and this is about them)#also joking threats against ur friends is fine conversations between friends are v different from strangers #i also doubt this will do anything people who engage like this are young and dont actually care about others to them “discourse” is just #- a fun game and it can be! debating can be fun! until youre telling someone to end their life.#i think the intubation was the most traumatizing thing ive ever been through theres a reason its usually done under anaesthesia

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itsjustdg · 2 months

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What Happens In the Doghouse

a tag fic to Hudson & Rex S06E08

Basically: What if Charlie hadn't been quite as lucky as in the episode?

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tfstayquiet · 1 year

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“Junkrat's cancer has come back. And this time, it's terminal. So Junkrat has opted to die in Hospice. In this scene, he is beginning to have visions/hallucinations where he sees lights and dead loved ones, which is actually pretty common for those nearing the end of their lives!” Author: @something-i-dunno

Art: Me

Check the links below!

Read author’s whole fanfic series here: Click in this link

Read the scene: Click in this link

Previus comic pages: 1 > 2 > 3

#overwatch comic #overwatch fan comic #overwatch junkrat #overwatch roadhog #overwatch fanfiction #jamison fawkes #mako rutledge #cancer #disease #hospitalization #terminal illness #junkers #junkrat

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whumpster-dumpster · 2 years

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Whump Stimboard 2/? Theme: Hospital

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#whump #whump aesthetic #stimming #stimboard #hospitalization #blood #bandages #medicine #needles

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hotbotheredandbreathless · 9 months

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ASK YOUR OUTPATIENT DOCTORS WHAT TO SAY TO THE ER STAFF IF YOUR CONDITION GETS CRITICAL AND YOU NEED IMMEDIATE MEDICAL CARE

y’all ever been told, “if it gets worse, go to the ER”? yeah, i know, it’s annoying as hell and extremely unhelpful. but it doesn’t have to be!

as with many things, nobody will tell you this when you get diagnosed. but this tip has saved me from having to wait unnecessarily long at the ER 4 times. In fact, 3/4 I was sent to triage immediately without waiting. the other time i sat in the waiting room for less than a minute, my friend hadn’t even sat down.

if your illness could get easily and quickly critical as mine can get, it is SO IMPORTANT to know what information will get you the help you need as quickly as possible.

if you hear “If it gets worse, to to the ER.”, respond with “If I go to the ER, what information should i tell them to get the appropriate attention?” or whatever not so formal version of your choosing.

and if your outpatient doctors are as incompetent as mine, also consider asking Google. (I asked ChatGPT and the answer it gave was even better than what my ER doctor said, so take that into consideration. if you try it, do so with major discernment and fact check, fact check, fact check)

when i got hospitalized for the first time, i called my friend who was an ER nurse at the time and she let me know to tell my friend who was driving me to walk up to the front desk and tell them exactly what the doctors needed to know to evaluate my emergency. i hadn’t even thought to tell them that vital sign, i figured they’d find out themselves, but it could have saved my life that night. thankfully, i never got acute, but i owe that to my immediate medical attention.

so, for your own sake, ask your doctors. hopefully your doctors will tell you without you asking, but that probably won’t happen.

so ask! potentially save your own life!

#now when my condition is critical it truly is critical so maybe you won’t get the zero wait time experience like i had BUT #it will still help. i know it’s embarassing to use doctor speak to doctors but it could literally save your life #chronic illness #disabled #spoonie #actually chronically ill #disability #chronically ill #actually disabled #hospital #hospitalization

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wangxianficrecs · 9 months

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Casual Happenstance by Belzime

Casual Happenstance

by Belzime

T, WIP, 9k, Background Wangxian

Summary: After breaking up with ex-fiance Meng Yao, Nie Mingjue moves into a new apartment and gets pulled into friendship with the toddler down the hall and his single mother, Jiang Yanli. - “Are you going to stand here and argue with me or are you going to move out of the way so I can set this down?” Her face brooks no room for challenge. “Good, now step aside.” She sweeps past him and finds a space on his countertop for it. “There.” She turns around, hand brushing over Baxia’s head as the dog circles her knees. “Do you have any food allergies? Anything you can’t eat? You’re not vegetarian? Are you alright with spices?” ‘A little odd to ask after you’ve already bullied me into taking it,’ he thinks and says instead, “I eat just about anything.” He watches her relax and realizes she'd been worried, “Oh good.” She says, “I tried to make it a little more mild than usual; last time I made this soup I found out my brother-in-law was vegetarian and has terrible acid reflux. My A-Xian wouldn’t stop laughing, knew the whole time no shame or sympathy for not telling me!” Kay's comments: A very cute and fluffy modern AU with a friendship that I haven't seen explored in fanfic often: Nie Mingjue and Jiang Yanli! Nie Mingjue has recently broken up with Meng Yao and Jiang Yanli is Jin Ling's single mother in this. Jin Zixuan is alive, but there is drama, which I love, because yeah, I want to have Xuanli explored as a broken relationship too!) So, Nie Mingjue and Jiang Yanli! They strike up an unlikely friendship and Nie Mingjue helps out with Jin Ling and there's also some background Wangxian. Very adorable story! Excerpt: He knows her ex is a horribly awkward person, he assumes he knows where they live though Yanli has said he’s never been there. He isn’t going to do anything. It’s not his place to intrude. He’s going to see Xichen, doesn’t want to be late when the man shows up chronically twenty minutes early. But he can’t help brushing a little too close past the man on the way to the elevator. The man startles, turning towards Mingjue and revealing himself. “Mingjue-ge.” The man says and he’s never been easy to read, but the slightly rushed way in which his name came out and complete lack of change in facial expression screams to a specific horror Mingjue has spent most of his life trying to decipher from a different face. “Wangji?!” He chokes out, betrayal punching deep below Mingjue’s diaphragm. Wangji is VERY gay and certainly cannot be capable of having a child only to abandon him? He’s adopting, for Gods’ sake! “Mingjue-da-ge!” another voice shouts as a body drapes itself around Wangji’s shoulders and back. “What are you doing here?” The new man beams. He drops something into Wangji’s hand and Mingjue watches as his best friend’s baby brother’s ears turn bright red when their fingers brush, face unmoving. “Wei Ying.” He greets and motions down the hall, “I live here.”

modern setting, jiang yanli, nie mingjue, modern no powers, pov nie mingjue, dog baxia, single parent jiang yanli, family drama, background character death, hospitalization, domestic fluff, fluff, past nieyao, past xuanli, child jin ling, trauma, neighbors, friendship, misunderstandings

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chris-continues · 11 months

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IMPORTANT FOR COLLEGE AU TRIGUN

@lune010 @vashfantasy @h4venpha

Mentions of car accidents, murder, death, hospitalization (this isn’t meant to be happy)

Ok so I talked w Kami about Trimax Knives bc I haven’t read the manga and I definitely feel like I made him too.. “perfect”? In a sense

He’s definitely not the perfect caretaker and often times? He doesn’t acknowledge Vash’s emotions. He clothes him, gives him food, but he can’t find a reason for comfort really when Vash got all of this time to mourn and he had to just pick up

For the car accident Vash and Nai were in the car w/ Rem. Rem died, Vash suffered extreme injuries, Nai was in a coma and awoke to news of their relative, Tesla, being brutally murdered. And he’s just supposed to move on and become a guardian for him and Vash and deal with court proceedings, leaving tennis, losing any semblance of comfort he really had and having to shut down a bit.

He’s left in the dark to piece things together because nobody really told him anything- he just woke up and had to discover everything in a haze. Sometimes months later. Sometimes years later.

He feels abandoned. And how dare Vash be ungrateful to him and always ditch him for friends (when Vash begins to party more) like how could he?? When he’s done so much for him?? And then Vash has the audacity to ask why he dislikes his friends so much and it’s because it’s always been them.

And without Vash, he is alone.

#college au knives #college au vash #modern au #Chris writes #knives millions #millions knives #vash the stampede #vash #vash Trigun #Trimax #tristamp #hospitalization #tw murder #tw death #tw car crash #trigun college au

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crippled-peeper · 9 months

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(same anon) so if i punch myself in moments of distress, even if i do my best to NOT punch myself- would that be a tic? this is something that happens when im in extreme distress and a lot of the time no matter how hard i try i still end up punching myself in the face rather hard. its really one of the only things that happens to me that even resembles a tic so it confuses me

I’m really sorry you go through that, having struggles with the impulsion to self-harm can be scary and isolating

Self-injury and self-harm are not “voluntary” in the sense that you willingly chose to hurt yourself and that’s what you wanted to do. I don’t think anyone WANTS to hit themselves, its just the only way they feel they can get relief. when they have no control over their environment or what is happening to them, in response to abuse, and because they learned that self-hitting or self-injuring provides a very temporary sensation of relief or distraction. that doesn’t mean it’s good, but a lot of people resort to it when they feel trapped and under attack

By saying self-injury isn’t always a tic, I never meant to imply it’s not real or serious or a very hard thing to have to deal with. People who self-soothe by injuring themselves deserve compassion and understanding, they are the most likely to be brutalized by police or hospitalized involuntarily. people who tic are subjected to the same level of scrutiny and are more likely to be labeled as dangerous, too, because ppl are uneducated about both and conflate them.

#self injury #self harm #hospitalization #police brutality

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