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inevitablemoment · 7 months

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Frightober Day 10 - Pre-Canon!Lucy

Word Count: 470

Warnings: Aortic dissection, parent death, emotional abuse, emotionally detached romantic partner, heart condition, misdiagnosis mention, exhaustion mention

Fandom: The Frighteners

Pairings: Lucy Lynskey x Ray Lynskey (NOTP)

Warning; this is a rough one.

Lucy is twenty-four at this point, so she's in her second year of med school.

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The ringing of the phone roused Lucy from what had already been a rough sleep. She had gone to bed with an upset stomach and a tight chest that night after a full week of all-night studying, finally crashing into her bed because she had no other choice.

Not like Ray cared enough to try to ask her to get some rest. He would only try to pry her away from her textbooks for sex.

She picked up the cordless phone from the charger and drowsily answered, "Hello?"

"Is this Rosemary Spencer's daughter, Lucy Lynskey?" a man's voice asked.

"Yes, this is she," Lucy answered. "Who is this?"

"I'm Dr. McGovern," he introduced. "I was the cardiologist who treated your mother--"

"Cardiologist? Is she okay?" she asked, not even letting him finish his sentence as her stomach dropped.

Lucy remembered her mother mentioning that Nana Robin died of heart problems, but Rosemary seemed to go through her life without facing any of the same issues.

"Mrs. Lynskey--"

"Dr. Lynskey," she corrected.

"My mistake," he apologized. "Dr. Lynskey, I'm sorry, but... your mother died at 10:48 PM earlier tonight..."

Lucy could actually feel her heart rip in half, even with her chest still so tight against it, with one half dropping into her stomach. Her eyes, already physically hurting from trying to stay open, were burning, and her throat was closing.

"Dr. Lynskey... are you still there?"

She remained silent.

"Dr. Lynskey?"

"Yes, I'm still here," she said.

Dr. McGovern explained to her that they had suspected that Rosemary suffered a heart attack, but the doctors soon learned that she had an aortic dissection. She underwent surgery in an attempt to repair the dissection, but she died on the operating table.

The rest of the phone call went by in a blur; if you were to ask Lucy what she remembered, all she could tell you was that her mother was dead. She put the phone back on the charger, waking Ray up.

"What're you doing up?" Ray grumbled. "It's the middle of the night."

"My mom... she's g--"

"Spit it out, Lucy. I'm not like you; I need sleep."

"My mom's dead," she kept herself from snapping at him.

Saying the words, the anger and frustration disappeared and a numbing sadness came.

As stupid as it was, a very, very small part of her hoped that Ray would see how clearly bereft she was, take her in his arms, and comfort her.

Instead, he said nothing and turned back onto his side.

Lucy tried to give him the benefit of the doubt; it was the middle of the night, he was exhausted...

But, the next morning, as she was discussing the funeral plans over the phone, he told her that she needed to start packing for his friend's wedding.

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theflagscene · 1 year

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Someone come write this sex scene for me lol, I’m completely tapped out and drawing a blank 😵‍💫 I hoping I’ll get better at being able to get these ideas out within the next couple weeks, just gotta get blood pumping properly again, that is not a dick pun, I mean it literally lol. A terrible side effect of heart failure is loss of memory (it took me 6 tries to type out the word loss) and confusion, which makes writing my fics a bit difficult. So I don’t get as much written as I would like 🫤 But I am still working on chapter four, it’s just slow going. And as I mentioned, I’ve hit a wall with a sex scene lmao! Imagine that, me, a smut peddler having writer’s cockblock 🤭

#fic writers life #tw heart condition #tw heart failure #chapter 4 of diecym #still working on it #slow and steady #don’t hate me #it’ll be done soon! i promise

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hhoneycloves · 7 days

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This time, Host was clumsy. This time, Host left himself vulnerable. This time, finally, the dice were in Mind's favor.

#honeycloves art #Lost in a Dream RP #cccc #tw blood #HOST FUCKED UP SO MANY TIMES HERE?#HE ONLY STABBED MIND IN HIS NON-DOMINANT SHOULDER.#HE CAUTERIZED THE STAB WOUND TO MIND'S NECK #WHICH KEPT HIM FROM BLEEDING OUT.#HE LEFT MIND FOR DEAD *BEHIND HIM*#HE EVEN DROPPED HIS TRIDENT IN HIS FOCUS ON HEART #AND GOD. GOD. GOD. THAT NAT 20 DICE ROLL. THERE WAS NOTHING HOST COULD DO ONCE MIND WAS CLOSED IN ON HIM #IT WAS WIN CONDITIONS ALL AROUND !!!!!!!!

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whumpypepsigal · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 | No. 16

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Roswell, New Mexico s02e05: “I'm not gonna let you go alone, okay?”

@whumptober @whumptober-archive

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mushramoo · 2 months

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I love telling new people who haven’t heard about my heart condition before about it. Like exaggerating but not lying. “Yeah it basically means my heart could spontaneously explode at any moment. Yeah it really wants to blow up on me but I won’t let it. Yeah it’s pretty metal.” And watching the cogs turn in their heads trying to come up with a response

#I either get people like that sucks I’m so sorry :(#or YOOOO THATS CRAZY #I always say hey don’t worry about it my heart will work or it won’t. and if it decides not to I won’t have to worry about it lmfao #mooing #medical condition #tw medical

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tsarjozinzbazin · 6 months

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As a scout player I know how easy it is to get caught up in the middle of a swarm, but what about Gunner? Has Driller ever needed to save him as well?

not usually battle related but sometimes Gunner suffers from heart palpitations, and Driller is the only one strong enough to hold him up. However if you question Gunner about this, he will deny there's anything wrong with his heart.

Reminder from MC to take your heart meds!!!! (or any meds for that matter!)

#Gunner's pacemaker is on the fritz again #Naedocyte shokers are usually the cost #or running #tw: heart attack #?#just in case #tw: heart condition #he's an old man #deep rock galactic #my art #deep rock galactic fanart #drg #ask #gunner #mission control #Gunner is embarrassed about this #everyone pretends they hadn't seen anything for his sake

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crybaby-bkg · 1 year

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Dabi is surprisingly a lightweight. You honestly would’ve never figured by looking at him, but as you think back on it, you’ve never really seen him drink a lot. Not when there were celebratory parties, or when things didn’t go right for him. It’s why you’re so shocked when you convince two shots into his system, why he suddenly looks so loose, why his grin splits so wide.

He’s a clinger, you’ve also learned as you’ve started observing the blue eyed man where he shoves his face into the crook of your neck. His body bends over almost uncomfortably to fit into the position, and you can’t help but flinch a little when his damp breath blows a quiet little raspberry on your flesh.

omg wait my favorite thought is of you not even necessarily being a heavyweight, you can just handle your liquor a little better than anyone expects. you love to knock back drink after drink, convince Dabi into some stupid competition that he falls for because he’s such a little nerd and secretly wants to impress you. he does it thinking you’ll be the drunk one first, the one hanging off of his arm and hopefully his dick by the end of the night.

it belatedly shocks him when it’s the exact opposite. when he’s slurring a little and smiling at you, when you watch him through low eyes with a wide grin, when he wraps himself around you like a python, when you shake his face gently as you squish his cheeks together in hand. he’s just so utterly obsessed with you in these moments, and maybe it’s the liquor in him, but he knows his lowered inhibitions are only bringing forth the feelings he’s always suppressed.

drunk sex with Dabi where he’s the one too loose limbed and limp and weak. he flops onto bed like some rag doll with his arms and legs spread wide, but he musters up enough strength to release the heavy weight of his cock from its confinements. doesn’t do much besides lift his head from the pillows with a point to his crotch and a lazy grin, an announcement of, go ahead and hop on already before he’s flopping back down again, ready to lay back and get fucked like how he knows he deserves.

#at first I wrote about him getting whisky dick and not even realizing it and being so embarrassed about it the next morning #but it made me laugh too hard and I was like #no one will enjoy that dude shut up AJSHDKDJDJD #but omg lightweight baby that can only cling to you and whine to go back to your room to fuck #only to pass out immediately on the bed lmfao #I love him I’m gonna str*ngle him so bad #anyway I finished all my work for the week and now I feel empty so I will be moving onto next weeks work tomorrow LOL NERD #but everything next week is simple too so why not get it out the way ya know????#after that I might sit down and actually write another fic since it’s been a little minute #everyone voted for therapist obsessed bkg next but I kinda wanna write something emotional for touya now lmfao #I’m becoming so obsessed with him and it HURTS!!!!!#I can only handle one ☝🏻 at a time or else I start getting the shakes #also omg my regular dr is making me go to the heart dr bc she said my anxiety worries her for my physical condition aksjdj embarrassing #okay bye I’m gonna read a little and sleep #—new treat in the streets! 🍫#dabi treats! 🍬#tw: alchohol mention

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good-beanswrites · 5 months

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A little alternate scene to @kyanako5972 's Amane request. I like the other drabble a bit better regarding how things would actually play out, but I couldn't resist trying something that included Fuuta. He's Amane's closest friend. He's the other person to openly say he'll go after a child and not give them special treatment. He literally looks like the orange cat she saved. I couldn't cover it all but there's just so much going on with them. Warning for references to Amane's cult/abuse mindset.

“Jeez, you scared the crap outta me…”

Fuuta looked up to find Amane standing over his bed, staring intently as he woke. Amane knew he was doing his best to appear upset with her for the intrusion, but his grimace could be mistaken for pain in his condition.

She knew she didn’t look much better, an eyepatch tucked under her short hair and bandages circling her body. It had taken all her strength to rise and make her way to his cell. She was used to walking off a bit of pain, but this was a different level altogether.

She opened her mouth. She had come in here with a mission. She had her speech prepared. She didn’t write it out like her father was known to do, but she did rehearse it a few times quietly to herself, as she’d seen from him.

Fuuta had listened to her when no one else would; there was a chance her passionate words could convince him to reject that doctor’s evil work and find the light. They could shed these bandages together, becoming pure and following their intended paths. She’d already tried removing her eyepatch several times, but there was always someone there to put it back on. It had been hard to fend off so many overbearing adults, the way her body screamed at her each time she tried. She despised them. She was suffocated by them.

But with Fuuta by her side, she could do it. There was power in numbers. Her mother, Es, Kotoko – all of them thought she was wicked. They weren’t important. They were only human. She could still be a good girl, in the ways that mattered. They could be good together.

“Kajiyama Fuuta.”

“What?”

But the words caught in her throat.

His voice was so weak. It was nothing like the way he spoke to her before. His eyes dulled with exhaustion, half-hidden under ginger hair. She couldn’t keep her gaze from the makeshift sling Shidou had put together with one of the bedsheets. It didn’t look much different than her own handiwork. The thought brought with it a surge of pride, which immediately made her tremble with shame.

He had changed so much. This wasn’t the same person she had found camaraderie in before. If only she could help him. If only she could save him.

No. There was a right way and a wrong way to help him, and she mustn't be led astray. She had come here to help in the right way. Thoughts spun rapidly through her mind. Her trembling worsened. Her chest ached, and she couldn’t tell if it was from the emotions or the broken ribs. She just had to follow through. She had to be good. She had to –

“Stop being creepy,” he wheezed. “Just spit it out.”

“I – I have to go.”

She spun around. She could save Fuuta another day.

“Oi, Amane.”

“I said I have to go.”

“I'm sorry.”

She paused in the doorway to the cell. She glanced back at him, curious.

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

“I’m just... Sorry that happened to you. It was a fucked up thing to do.”

Amane shook her head. She held her chin high. “It was meant to be, and thus, I can bear it. You must, too.”

Fuuta's laugh turned into a cough. “You’re a weird kid. But tougher than I gave you credit for.”

Amane couldn’t meet his eyes. “Thank you.”

#milgram #amane momose #fuuta kajiyama #ill need to think on the two of them some more but im genuinely torn if their friendship can overcome her conditioned fear #by this point in canon it definitely can if fuuta is trying hard #but this is set early in their guilty verdicts and before they had time to properly bond #plus fuuta is too weak to properly discuss things with her #but as mentioned here maybe his weakness is what sets her over again -- she has such a big heart and cant resist helping others in need #even when its an exact repeat of the cat situation....#anyway excuse me while i cry a lot over amane momose!!!!#tw cults #tw child abuse #drabbles

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aceofwhump · 8 months

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Gracepoint 1x02

#whumpedit #whump #gracepoint #emmett carver #david tennant #my gifs #mod post #dizziness #dizzy #blurry vision #heart condition #needles tw #needles #injection #heavy breathing #pale

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 1 year

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Eclipse: *passes out*

Moon: Fucking Christ, are you okay?

Eclipse: Yeah, ‘m fine, just the heart condition.

Moon: Heart condition!?

Eclipse: Yeah? I’m human now and I have leftover issues from KC. I pass out because my heart has an arrhythmia. That’s not normal?

Moon: *concerned noises*

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #human eclipse #fnaf eclipse #fnaf moon #incorrect sun and moon show quotes #incorrect sams quotes #incorrect fnaf quotes #incorrect quotes #source: my brain #extra post #tw cursing #tw fainting mention #tw abuse mention #tw heart condition mention

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trashyswitch · 8 months

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I Owe You All an Explanation:

You all keep asking about Luigi's Secret updates. And there's a reason I haven't uploaded it in a while. Something serious has come up. I am physically sick. Highlighted messages will shorten the explanation for you.

Back in July, I had to take a couple days off work because of flu-like symptoms. But I got better and went back to work with little issue. Off and on, I would get these days where I experienced flu-like symptoms. My bloodwork was coming back with really high inflammatory markers, which we assumed meant that I might be experiencing a flare-up of Arthritis. I got back on my pain meds and started taking Tylenol as often as needed to overcome the rest of the pain. On August 22nd, I got the day off work and went to my rheumatologist to talk about my inflammatory markers. A normal person's inflammatory markers are 3-10mg/L at most...and my inflammatory markers were 112mg/L. So when my rheumatologist walked in and looked at my joints, he admitted that "With how high your C-Protein (inflammatory markers) was, I'm surprised you're not swollen like a balloon! Something else is going on". He ordered an X-Ray and bloodwork.

On August 24, two days after my rheumatologist appointment, I got the x-ray and bloodwork done that my Rheumatologist ordered me, before going to work again. But at work, I was hit with another spell of flu-like symptoms while at work. I had assumed it was the arthritis flare-up again, so I took a Tylenol and pushed through work as best I could. But I ended up going home an hour early.

On August 25, it was confirmed that I have a bacterial infection. But no one could figure out where it was located as of yet. I felt physically fine, and that's all I really cared about.

On August 26, I felt great! Little pain, excellent mental health, got a lot done that day. I had just come back from Walmart with my Dad, when I found my mom packing up a suitcase in my room. She turned around and said "Your doctor called me and ordered you to be admitted to the hospital. There's a big chance that the bacterial infection is in your heart...and because you have a heart condition, an infection in your heart could be lethal. They want you on antibiotics right away." And...ever since, I've been in and out of hospital. I spend the morning in the hospital, before spending the afternoon on hospital leave to be at home. Then at 8pm, I go back to the hospital to get my next dose of antibiotics. I am still waiting to be admitted to Toronto hospital for an echo and a couple other tests. The type of infection they will be looking for on the echo, is called Endocarditis. And...things are up in the air right now. School arrangements are now also uncertain, as I was supposed to start college in a week. And I've been stressed trying to figure THAT out. It's...a lot. And it's frustrating. Though it doesn't excuse my lack of Luigi's Secret uploads, it does explain them. I'll try to upload chapter 17 of Luigi's Secret tonight to make up for it.

Thanks for reading. ~Pocket

#pocket explains #medical tw #medical issues #heart condition #tetralogy of fallot #endocarditis #infection #not okay #sorry for the delay #pocket updates

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theflagscene · 1 year

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How’s chapter 4 coming along? *isn't dying slowly not at all*

Aw anon, I’m sorry you’re dying slowly, normally when I murder it’s much much quicker 😈 Just kidding!… 👀👀👀

Anyway! Chapter four is coming along really well, it’s just been slow because of my health getting in the way of things. It’s hard to write when you’re unconscious for most of the day, I usually get a couple paragraphs done at night before I go to bed. I would like to be able to sit up and just write for a few hours, bang out this chapter like no problem, but unfortunately my weak heart will not allow that. And I mean that in the most literal sense possible, not that what I’m writing is so spicy that it’s bad for my heart, I wish lol. No, my heart is actually slowly failing, so there’s been a lot of hospital visits and doctors visits and tests and meds, etc. Thing is, when your heart slows down, so does everything else. Makes you really tired, dizzy, cold, hard to focus for long periods of time, so much stuff. And all those things together makes getting the next chapter out in a timely manner difficult, but it is being written, I promise you that ☺️

How about a little garage gang featuring Aye, snippet to hold you over for now, huh? -

“You’re screwing it in wrong.” Ayan was griping at Black.

“I’m a god damn mechanic, I know how to do this.” Black sneered.

“It’s lefty loosey, tighty righty.”

Both Black and Ayan paused, looking down at White who was staring up at them from where he was standing at the base of the ladder, keeping it steady. “You did not just fucking say that to me did you?” Black deadpanned at his brother.

“I did.” White nodded, Ayan and Gram both snickered. Black reaching his foot out like he was going to kick his brother, White playfully ducking out of the way with a laugh.

“Oi!” Sean called through the window, Black flipping the taller man off. “Shut up and go back to being a housewife.”

“But he’s the best housewife.” Gram teased.

“Fucking right I am.” Sean nodded, completely unbothered.

Also, just know that you are never bothering me when asking about updates. It doesn’t upset me or make me feel stressed, I know sometimes people feel worried about asking about fic updates from fanfic writers. Never worry when it comes to me, by all means, continue. I love talking about it, I love that people love the fic and I love giving little snippets or sneak peeks of things. It makes me happy 😊

#anon answered #fanfic questions #chapter 4 of diecym #it officially needs it’s own tag lol #tw heart condition #tw medical #tw hospital mention

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suffering-is-cute · 5 months

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here's what i have been thinking: irrefutable, irresponsible, irresistible. i want the perfect elation of rest. i want to go home and sleep. i want the heavenly death. God does not accommodate me. He must have some other plans. oh, but i yearn still.

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ammyamarant · 4 months

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I know people don't realize I'm a lot sicker than I've let on. I sleep a lot, and I know that gets on my husband's nerves that I don't get out or clean or something other than sleep, but.

My sudden onset eating disorder has gotten better, as I eat more during the day, but it's a tossup whether or not my stomach agrees. I spend so much time in the bathroom.

I sometimes have problems swallowing. My throat refuses to work and I have to force it to swallow. It hurts so much when I do that.

I get such bad back pain sometimes that I feel it in my stomach and I am crying in pain.

I get migraines, and sumatriptan makes me feel worse than eating a 20mg edible.

I get incredibly bad acid reflux sometimes, and sometimes the only trigger is I drank too much water before bed. The last time I got it I tried to mitigate it only to spend half an hour throwing up because the acid in my throat made me cough until I threw up.

My heart sometimes does weird flutters that makes me dizzy and I can feel something really weird going on in my carotid artery. This is literally the first time I've ever told anyone this.

And so I sleep, because I'm having that weird fluttering. Because my stomach is angry I ate anything. Because I don't want to think about what my throat is doing.

Because I can't afford to do anything else.

(and this isn't COVID related or weight related. Almost all of these started before 2020 and before I gained weight. The sudden eating disorder is the only new one)

#tw: chronic illness #tw: eating issues #tw: heart conditions #tw: vomit

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freakurodani · 9 months

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ive been reminded

#i maade a joke last night that i forget i have a heart condition now #and today i was reminded #conspiracy lvl: art #tw gore

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thatpinkkwitch · 2 months

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sometimes it’s hard to reconcile that i spent my teenage years always in the hospital with them giving me some of the most intense & scary medications while refusing to look into the causes of my symptoms.

in november i was confirmed to have three chronic illnesses and it’s frustrating how my hospitalization records read as a wikipedia page for my conditions yet no one brought any of them up throughout 6 years of constant hospitalizations.

#lexi talks #personal blog #stoner witch #southern witch #pagan witch #witchcraft #paganism #paganblr #queer pagans #pagan #chronic illness #chronically ill #dysautonomia #heart condition #spoonie #tw hospital #medical things #medical trauma

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