#F- Cancer

[historian-in-pearls]

Please pray for my family. We just found out that my aunt and godmother, who I love very, very much, has colon cancer, and since we lost another of my mom's little sisters to colon cancer in 2018, we're extremely upset. Hoping for a better outcome this time.

Asking especially through the intercession of St. Peregrine Laziosi and Our Lady of Perpetual Help

[thatisaloaf]

and if looks could kill, ID BE STARIN IN THE MIRROR

YEAH IF LOOKS COULD KILL ID BE STARIN IN THE MIRROR

AND IF LOOKS COULD KILL ID BE STAAAARRRIN IN THE MIRROR EVEN MORE THAN I ALREADY WOOOULD

CAUSE MAN IM LOOKING GOOD

[prispage]

at this point i'm convinced cancer itself is resisting trump

[emo-gremlin]

Hey there! Yeah you! You wanna request "X reader"s of your f/o?

Well you've come to the right place! <3

First, the rules:

Nsfw is allowed here, and as such, I check the bios and pinned posts of anyone who interacts with that content. If I see that you are ageless, or a minor, you will be blocked.

No child readers or inkling/octoling readers. It makes me extremely uncomfortable and the inklings/octolings are heavily kid coded so I just don't feel comfortable writing those either.

Please keep the requests general. (I.E. sick reader, pop star reader, tired reader, etc.) This gives me room to breathe. If your request has something specific, like a chronic ailment, please leave a small description of what that is with your request. I will try my best to fulfill your request with as much respect as I can.

Please no ocs. These are solely "x reader" prompts.

I will only allow AUs if the creator of said AU is okay with people doing so. Or if the creator of the AU themselves comes to ask for it. I do not want to make anyone uncomfortable.

I have the right to decline any prompt. Writing is a hobby of mine, one that took me a long time to finally come back to without bad memories tainting it. Please, don't ruin this for me.

I will take song inspired requests, as long as the lyrics are not attacking groups of people (except pedos. We hate pedos in this house) or using slurs.

Feel free to introduce me to your F/os! Who knows, I might end up writing for them!

Who I'll write for:

Mr. Puzzles & Mr. Wpnz (SMG4)

Oracle & Prophet (Vintage 8 analog horror universe)

The Doctor/Harley Sawyer (Poppy Playtime) [POST EXPERIMENT ONLY]

Cancer Lord (Rage vs. Cancer)

Banban (Garten of Banban)

RGB (The Property of Hate)

Vox (Hazbin Hotel)

Uriel (Angel Engine)

CRT (Please Stay Tuned)

Henry Hotline (Finding Frankie) [Both Toon and Monster versions]

John Doe (John Doe game)

Tomie (Junji Ito)

AM (I have no mouth and I must scream)

Lolzhax (Freddy in Space 2)

Edgar (Electric Dreams 1984)

P.AI.nter & Sebastian Solace (Pressure) [Post Experiment Sebastian only]

King Dice (Cuphead)

P03, Grimora, Magnificus, Leshy (Inscryption)

Mr. Cannibal (My Cannibal Puzzles Au)

Mr. Serpent (Me and @sneklover 's Serpentine Puzzles Au)

Admin .T. Irving (The Hex)

PAL (Playtime with percy) [Tamagotchi form only]

Kinito (Kinitopet)

TAU (2018)

Burning Spice cookie, Shadow Milk cookie, Elder Faerie cookie, Licorice cookie, Red velvet cookie, dark cacao cookie, dark choco cookie, capsaicin cookie, butter roll cookie, and Royal margarine cookie (Cookie run kingdom)

The Engineer/The Machine (Amnesia: A machine for pigs)

More may be added in time

Requests are currently CLOSED!

Have fun!

[trexalicious]

She's not wearing Big Blue again. I wonder if she's just busting that out for certain 'official' BRF functions now...🤔

[vodika-vibes]

So Long As We're Together

Summary: It’s been several years since you’ve settled into a shared life on Pabu with Wrecker. Your enemies are different now, cancer rather than Imperials, but you know you can face anything with Wrecker by your side.

Pairing: TBB Wrecker x F!Reader

Word Count: 1405

Warnings: Cancer

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: So, I will preface this by saying that only my cousin needed chemo when he had cancer. My mom only needed radiation, and my step-brother had immunotherapy. So I used google for the side-effects of chemo. Anyway, I needed to focus on something that's not AU related for a little bit, so here's this.

You wake to the scent of breakfast filling the home you share with Wrecker. And, as much as you would like to curl up into a ball and pretend that nothing exists outside your bed, you can hear Wrecker singing from the kitchen.

Your lips curl up into an amused smile as you roll from your side to your back and stretch out under the thin blankets with a groan.

For a moment, you consider pulling your pillow over your head and going back to sleep, but as you listen to Wrecker in the next room, your heart swells with affection and you decide you’d rather be with him over getting more sleep.

So you sit up and swing your legs over the side of the bed to get to your feet. You absently tug Wrecker’s shirt over your head, and press your hand over your mouth to cover your yawn, before heading out of the bedroom.

You’re still sore and exhausted from yesterday’s treatment, but you didn’t wake up nauseous so you take the win.

The home you share with Wrecker is tastefully decorated with things that both of you enjoy. There’s an entire wall filled with pictures of Wrecker’s brothers and their respective spouses as well as Omega at various sports and school events.

Your wedding picture sits in a place of honor in the middle of the wall of pictures, right over the shadow box that holds your bouquet and the unity candles that Wrecker wanted to save.

You straighten one of the pictures, a picture of you and Omega at the tennis court taken several weeks before your diagnosis. Omega had just won the juniors division and she was so excited that she nearly vibrated out of her skin.

Sure that the pictures aren’t crooked, you continue to the kitchen and lean against the door frame to watch Wrecker move around the open room with an ease that never fails to mesmerize you.

With as much as he loves cooking, you honestly thought that he would become a chef now that he no longer has to fight, but he surprised you. Instead, Wrecker became a private detective.

You weren’t sure what kind of work he would have on an island, but he’s surprisingly busy. Or, well, he was until he closed his practice while you’re going through treatment. 

You told him it wasn’t necessary, but Wrecker couldn’t be dissuaded. And neither could the rest of your extended family. 

Your village has become very large, of late, and you’ve never felt more loved.

“Good morning, Wrecker,” You greet lightly, a smile lifting your lips as he turns to look at you over his shoulder, and a blinding smile crosses his handsome face.

“Good morning, cyar’ika,” He sets the pan back on the stovetop and turns to face you, his arms spreading wide.

You immediately slide into his waiting embrace and press your nose against his chest inhaling the scent of Wrecker, allowing him to fill and surround you. His arms fold securely around you, and you’ve never felt safer.

He kisses the top of your head, “How are you feeling?” He asks.

“Exhausted. Sore. But other than that I’m okay.” You reply honestly.

“You feeling up to eating?” Wrecker asks as he rubs your back soothingly.

You consider his question seriously, a nasty side effect of the chemo is that you just don’t get hungry like you should. Between that and the nausea, you’ve lost a concerning amount of weight.

But today you actually feel pretty good.

That’ll probably change before the end of the day, but for now you’ll enjoy not feeling bad.

“Maybe something light? Some fruit?”

“Well now, you’re in luck. As it happens, I made some fruit salad for you,” Wrecker says cheerfully. He drops one more kiss to the top of your head, and then releases you to turn towards the fridge, “Do you think you can try some protein?”

You sink into one of the kitchen chairs, a plush thing that Hunter made for you after your diagnosis but before your first chemo session, and hum thoughtfully, “Let me try the fruit first, and then we can try something heavier in a bit?”

“Deal,” He makes a small bowl for you and sets it on the table, before setting a mug of tea in front of you as well. “Have you taken your pain meds yet?” Wrecker asks as he leans on the table.

“Not yet.”

“I’ll go get them,”

You lightly touch his hand, “You don’t have to.”

He sets his free hand over yours, “I want to.” Wrecker brings your hand to his lips and presses a light kiss to your knuckles, “In sickness and in health, right?”

You sigh adoringly, “What did I do to deserve you?”

“Hm, well your father got his wardrobe stuck on the stairs and you asked for my help,” He grins at you.

You huff out a laugh at the memory, “Honestly, why a 60-year-old man thought he could move the wardrobe on his own—”

Wrecker vanishes from the kitchen for a moment, and you hear him moving around in the bedroom, and then he’s back setting a pair of pills into your hand, “You know what he’s like, stubborn to a fault. Just like his daughter.”

“Well, at least I come by it honestly?”

His lips press against the top of your head again, “That you do.” Wrecker moves back to the stove to put some of the food on a plate for himself and sits next to you on the much plainer chair.

You watch him for a moment, a warm, gooey feeling swelling inside you. You really do love him more than anything. “Do you have any plans for today?”

“Hunter invited us for dinner, assuming you’re feeling up to it.” Wrecker replies, “His father-in-law bought them a grill, and depending on how it does they’ll probably be giving it to us.”

You make a face, “That’s not the best gift for them.”

“Ah, his father-in-law is old, and keeps forgetting that Hunter’s sensitive to strong scents.” Wrecker explains, “Assuming that you’re still feeling pretty solid this evening, I thought we’d go and see them.”

“I’d like that.”

“I thought you might.” Wrecker leans back in his seat, and watches you for a moment, “And you’re sure you’re okay?”

“I am, I promise.” You watch him watching you, “Are you?”

“I’m not the one who’s sick.”

“No, but you are doing your best to support me. And I know this is hard. As much for you as it is for me.”

He’s quiet for a moment, “I don’t like seeing you in pain.” Wrecker finally admits, “And it’s not like I can punch something to make you better. It’s frustrating.” 

You reach across the table and take his hand in yours, “I know that this is my fight, but you know better than anyone that good support can make all of the difference.”

He flips his hand and threads his fingers with yours, “I just wish I could do more.”

“You do plenty.” You reassure him, “Really, Wreck. I mean it. I have bad days, sure, but my good days are so much better because I’m with you. And, when I go into remission, we can take a vacation.”

Wrecker laughs softly, “We live on a tropical island.”

“Then we can have a party or something.”

He sighs and lightly tugs you out of your seat to pull you onto his lap, his lips lightly pressing against yours. “I love you,” He murmurs as he presses his forehead against yours.

“I know, I love you too. Have since the day we met.”

His hand comes up to cup your cheek, “So,” Wrecker teases, “Did you get your dad’s wardrobe stuck on the stairs intentionally then?”

You pout at him or try to, but amusement tugs the corners of your lips up, “And if I did?”

“Sneaky,” He kisses you again, and again. “How about, after breakfast, we curl up on the couch and watch a holo?”

You bump your nose against his, “Can you give me a back massage?”

“Whatever you want, cyar’ika.” Wrecker replies, his smile warm and loving, “I am at your disposal.”

You catch his lips in another kiss, as you snuggle against him. This is how you know everything will be fine. How can it not be when you have Wrecker?

[theredrenard]

(Long post ahead! Keep reading under the cut!)

‼️Warning for homophobia, toxic masculinity, mild alcohol abuse (mentioned like twice), and a single use of the F slur.

You’re 6 years old. You fall down the front steps and chip a tooth on the sidewalk below. Your mother holds you and dries your tears. Suck it up, your father says. Real men don’t cry.

You’re 8 years old. You fall off your bike and scrape your knee. You don’t cry, but it’s a near thing. Your mother patches you up while you sniffle pitifully. Tears make you weak, Thomas, your father says.

You’re 10 years old, and your mother has cancer. Your father is at work. You curl into your mother’s side in that uncomfortable hospital bed, and you cry and cry and cry.

You’re 12 years old at your mother’s funeral. You don’t cry. You can’t. She’s not here to hold you anymore, and your father would be so, so disappointed. She was always too soft on you, Tom, your father says as they lower her casket into the damp earth.

You’re 15 years old, and your father is a flurry of drunken rage because he found out you kissed another boy under the bleachers. You hide in your room, nursing a freshly-bruised black eye and fighting back tears. No son of mine is gonna be a fucking faggot, your father says.

You’re 17 years old when you forge your father’s signature, running away to join the army and never looking back. You don’t even want to be in the army, you just want to get away from him.

You’re 20 years old when you nearly get caught staring at another recruit. You shake it off and remind yourself that “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” is still in effect. They can never know. If they know, it’ll ruin your life.

You’re 22 years old when your chopper goes down in a whirl of flames. You fight tooth and nail to get free of the wreckage, dragging yourself hand over hand through the sand, bleeding profusely from a nasty gash in your side as bullets whiz by overhead. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You’re lucky you’re still breathing. You get honorably discharged and sent home. In the back of your mind, you hear your father. Weak, he says. You have no right to cry when half your crew is dead.

You’re 24 when you join the 118. You meet Captain Gerrard, and he reminds you eerily of your father. You can’t show any weakness. If you do, it’ll ruin your life.

You’re 26 years old when you meet Hen Wilson and she begs you to see her, to respect her and her place within the 118. You wish you could be like her. Out and proud, taking up space. You can’t. It’ll ruin your life.

You’re 29 years old when you decide you’re ready for the sky once more. The 118 is better under Captain Nash than it was before, but this place never felt like home. You’re not sure if anywhere really has.

You’re 35 years old working at Harbor Station when you get a call from an old friend. He needs your help, something about an air tanker and a block on fire? You owe him for saving your sorry ass, so you figure, why not? You’re not doing anything else with your life.

You’re 39 years old when you get another call from that same old friend. This time, he talks about a cruise ship and a hurricane. You had no idea this call would change your life.

You’re 39 years old when you meet Evan Buckley. Buck, the others call him, but not you. Never you. He’s Evan to you, and he’s everything. That thought scares you. This man, you worry, could completely upend your life. For better or worse, you don’t know yet.

You’re 39 years old when you kiss Evan Buckley and change his life. You realize you’re his first relationship with a man, and you pray that he realizes he can do better before you fall too far and things come crashing down.

You’re 39 years old when Evan gets that excited sparkle in his eyes, sitting across from you in his loft’s kitchen after six months of dating. Move in, he says. Somewhere in the back of your mind, a seed of panic blooms. You’ve heard this story before, and you remember how it ends. You’re his first, you can’t be his last.

You’re 39 years old when you walk away from the single greatest thing, greatest person, to have ever happened to you. You broke his heart and shattered your own in the process.

You go home. You ignore the texts from Hen, from Howie, from Eddie. You drink yourself sick, and you cry harder than you ever have before.

What’s a few tears matter now? You’ve already ruined your life.

[thefigureresource]

Moon Cancer Arcueid Brunestud : Archetype: Earth [Fate/Grand Order] 1/7 scale from Aniplex coming June 2025.

[starleska]

You know, you seem like the exact kind of person who probably had a crush on hexxus from Ferngully. I mean this positively of course, because I know your type 

hahahahaha...hahaha...yes. yes, you've got me. that seductive hunk of smog gave tiny me (who was veeery obsessed with FernGully: The Last Rainforest) confusing feelings 😳 but then...doesn't every character voiced by Tim Curry? and did they really need to animate Hexxus so...seductively...🫠🫠🫠

[marejadilla]

Esao Andrews, “Self Caress” Oil on cradled wood panel, for "F*ck cancer"  show at @thinkspace_art, ca. 2023 Andrews b. 1978, Mesa, Arizona, Estados Unidos.

[bruisedconscience-reblogs]

once a year my friend sends me the song putting the dog to sleep with the reminder that the song, represents Hilson endgame seasons 7-8 of house md

AND I SCREAM

[hiveswap]

My family is full of alcoholics and smokers and people with acid reflux and none of them ever had cancer from it so i shouldnt be so scared of it realistically

[about12kittens]

I usually don't post but my poor beautiful baby had to be put to sleep today, and I wanted to share some photos of my Chai chai girl.

My poor babygirl I'll always love you. ❤️

[saturnsentx]

my tarot cards keeping telling me i’m not taking care of myself and that mental blockages are causing my suffering like i’m not already in this bitch

[thehealingchapter]

Not the “F” word you’re thinking of.

This one’s about faith—the kind that holds you quietly when no one else does.

✨ New blog post up now: 🔗 Read: “The ‘F’ Word”

[jokerislandgirl32]

What is Zach’s job after he becomes good? Does he still invent just not use animals?

Hello, thank you so much for this ask! I am sorry it took me forever to get to it, but I’ve been thinking on it for a while and considering how these questions play into the greater role of my Wild Violet AU. And, after the events of the Our Blue and Green World special, I feel it is the perfect time to address this!

The short answer to your question is exactly how you presented it: Zach does continue to invent after he forgoes a life of villainy, and he simply does not use animals as the power source anymore.

But, there is more to this part of Zach’s story in my AU: Namely, he not only continues to be an inventor, but he becomes a member of the Wild Kratts Team alongside his wife Violet. Specifically, Zach and Violet join forces with Aviva and the rest of the Wild Kratts gang to create and utilize inventions that will benefit the greater creature world around them.

A detailed and long winded explanation as to why and how this happened can be found below the cut!

Within my Wild Violet AU, Zach turns from a life of villainy after the birth of his and my OC Violet’s oldest daughter Varina Virginia Varmitech. Immediately following her birth, Zach and Aviva have a discussion regarding the importance of a happy, healthy, comfortable, and full life for all living creatures, more of which can be found at this post!

This discussion helps Zach to come to the realization that he no longer feels the burning desire to be a villain like he once did; he in fact may not want to be a villain at all anymore. In the month after Varina’s birth, Zach and Violet are kept apart from Varina because she is in the NICU. They spend as much time with her as possible, and the Wild Kratts crew come by to visit the new family as well (either with Varina in the hospital or with Zach and Violet at Zach’s headquarters).

Zach and Aviva manage to rekindle their friendship during this time. At first their interactions are still tense, but they eventually become as close as they were as kids at summer camp prior to their falling out (I’ll be posting more on this, in response to another ask, soon).

Aviva becomes such a strong source of encouragement to Zach as he struggles through the first months of fatherhood. And during this time, she continuously encourages him to truly consider turning from a life of villainy as he expressed following Varina’s birth. Zach begins to consider what his life may look life if he’s not a villain, and he goes to Violet with dilemma.

Zach: “I just don’t know what I’ll do if I’m not a villain…”

Violet: “Well, what did you do before you became a villain?”

Zach: “I invented…I dreamed of becoming the World’s Greatest Inventor…”

Violet: “Then there’s your answer: Invent. Make the inventions that will help you to achieve that goal.”

Zach: “But…Aviva…she made my greatest invention…the Creature Power Disks…how can I compete with that?”

(PS: I will give moor info on this in another post very soon!)

Violet: “Who says you have to compete with her? Why can’t you make an even greater invention that the world will always remember you for? I’ve been telling you for years that you’re capable of anything you set your mind to, and you are!”

Zach: “I know…but…I just can’t do what she does alone. Sure, I have you and the Zachbots, but I really want to make a difference like Aviva has, and I just don’t think we can do that by ourselves.”

Violet: “Yeah, I think you’re right, you’d need a well formed team to reach your goals, and a team of a husband, wife, and an army of robots isn’t enough…”

Zach: “What are you saying?”

Violet: “Maybe we should ask some Wild Rats if they’d like for a couple of Wild Violets to join their team?”

Zach: “You mean work with the Wild Rats?!?! Invent with Aviva?!?!”

Violet: “Bingo! Zachy is the winner!”

So, Zach and Violet join the Wild Kratts Team and Zach and Aviva become invention partners working to better the world around them through their inventions! I have yet to determine the exact nature of their joint inventions, but they typically contain the basic components included in Aviva’s previous inventions: Animal inspiration.

I also think that together, with the help of Violet and the rest of the Wild Kratts Crew, Zach and Aviva embark on a mission to find a cure for cancer. Again, I am not 100% sure of the way in which this would occur, but I think they may discover a plant with extreme healing properties, and Zach and Violet realize that these properties may cure cancer. Aviva, then, assists them and together the three of them and the rest of the team create this much needed, life saving cure.

For those of you who read all of this, I hope you enjoyed it! I have more Zach/Ziolet/Wild Kratts Content coming your way!