#cw: chronic pain

[pomeraniandancer]

I bought BG3 three weeks ago, and I adore Karlach as much as the next person, but speaking as someone who has had an external fixator (and still has some internal fixation), MY GOD do those rivets look painful.

I'm obviously still pretty early in the game, but thus far it seems Larian missed an opportunity to include a chronic pain aspect to her infernal engine storyline.

[asha-mage]

Rand, prompt: pain

(CW: Chronic Pain)

Rand peered down into the cup. It was filled with a murky, slightly foul smelling brew, still frothy with crushed herbs and other things Nynaeve had mixed into it. That wasn’t what held him back though- he had taken far worse smelling and tasting droughts from Nynaeve when she had been Wisdom.

"It's Spider's Breath mixed with, Andaly Root and Callum Seed." Nynaeve said over her shoulder. "It should at the least take some of the sting out."

“I don’t think-“ Rand began, trying to make his voice gentle. He did not succeed. There was to little gentleness left in him to put any into his words.

“Don’t you start with me Rand al’Thor.” Nynaeve said without turning around form her scrip of herbs. “If you do we’ll see if you can sit your fancy throne with a sore bottom.” She paused half way to putting a jar full of what looked like tubers back into it’s holster. When she spoke again her voice was soft. “If you can’t even trust your Wisdom to mix cures for you…”

Rand shook his head, eyes widening in shock. “No! No it’s not that! I just….” He put a hand to his side. “I trust you Nynaeve. But I don’t think herbs can ease this.”

Nynaeve turned then to face him and for a long moment they just stared at each other. She knew him better then most, almost as well as his own father. Maybe better in some ways. When you grew up without a mother in the Two Rivers, many of the duties that fell to a mother- from explaining certain facts of life, to teaching the basics herb lore, to matters of manners- fell to the Wisdom instead. She had soothed his fevers, and bandaged his cuts, and taught him which plants never to touch, and which to look for if he needed aid.

She knew when he was in pain, even when no one else did.

“You hide it well.” She said softly. “You bare up that stone mask of yours, never letting it crack, except when your temper flares so hot you can’t help it.” She turned back to her scrip and slipped the bottle into place. “But you are still flesh Rand al’Thor. Flesh and bone and blood. And you can’t keep ignoring that fact. You must care for the flesh, or it will be the death of you.”

Rand felt his mouth thin. “I can’t afford to be flesh Nynaeve. I must be iron. Steel. Cuendillar.” He sighed then forcing his shoulders to slack. “Besides I’ve gotten…used to it.” He reached towards his side with his hand but stopped short of touching the never healing wound. It still felt like it when he had first awoken on Tomon Head: like a hot coal sitting on his skin. It would flare hotter sometimes, with the wrong move or the wrong gesture or even just when he dwelt on it to long. But he had had learned to live with it.

What was one more mark, one burden on his shoulders?

Nynaeve shook her head and pushed the cup forward. “That doesn't mean we shouldn’t try to soothe the pain if we can’t. There is nothing noble in suffering Rand al’Thor. Nothing noble in being in pain when you could have relief.”

Rand shook his head. She didn’t understand. To be a man was suffering, and being strong enough to survive it. But he knew if he said that, she would call it ‘hairy chested drivel’ and force the concoction down his throat anyways.

Nynaeve sighed when he didn’t move to pick up the cup and tugged once on her braid. “For me Rand.” She said, keeping her voice soft even as anger clearly bubbled up beneath. “As a favor, to the woman who was once your Wisdom, and doesn't want to see you hurting.”

There was no way to argue with that, so Rand sighed and raised the cup to his lips. He was right, it tasted just as foul as it smelled, and did nothing for the ache in his side. But he smiled anyways and threw back his shoulders.

“You where right. Better.” He said.

Nynaeve shook her head. She was not fooled. But she said nothing as she turned back to her scrip.

She would learn eventually Rand knew. There was no point dwelling on what could not be mended- and Rand had long ago been broken beyond repair.

[imperiuswrecked]

Another morning, another migraine

[lillianforest22]

Dandandan manga spoilers. Space globalist arc chapter 80ish. Cw: mentions of coughing, blood, injury and chronic pain

Okarun has pain in his lungs and regularly coughs up flem and blood. For days after the battle finished he was walking around weezing. His back also was hurt. He’s was surprised it wasn’t broken. He known lives life with radiating pain stemming from his neck and back flowing through his arms and legs. He started to struggle even more with sleep from the pain. But he still fights and ignores how ragged his breath gets when he speedy.

[pincushionx]

Part two of declawed Shadow

Part one part three

Basically just exploring the idea of Shadow having his “natural hazards” being removed for “safety” reasons. This has lasting effects

[chadepitanga]

there's something so raw and soul crushing about spending your late childhood+teen years suicidal then growing up and actually wanting to live, after an ungodly effort, only to see your health deteriorate because of chronic illness.

[asexual-amanita]

I lowkey can’t stand when abled people call themselves cripples when they sprain their ankle or some shi. Not to be dramatic or anything, but you can’t reclaim that word unless you have a physical disability.

[garaks-padded-bra]

hiiii

I finally finally got the surgery I needed!!

Ty to all you trek people for the overwhelming support throughout the years- it wouldn't have happened if not for you guys commissioning me and donating so i could afford the scans to get diagnosed in the first place !! I owe you guys so so much.

I'm gonna play sonic while I'm recovering in l'hôpital :D 🏨

Before I went under the general anaesthesia my last thought was "I'm so glad the last thing I'm seeing isn't Julian Bashir in his stupid little surgery outfit"

Hopefully everything regarding recovery goes well

WEEEEE! I love you!

[tam-is-damned]

the people who think that disabled people as a whole don't have sex or have sexual partners, or engage in kink etc etc are really funny to me because you genuinely think a group of people who have had to be creative to get the rights that we do have, a group that had to make things accessible for themselves, that has their own thoughts, feelings, and desires, wouldn't find a way to have sex??? I get that it's because abled people don't see us as people, but like.,, give some credit, disabled people are really really knowledgeable and creative when it comes to accessible sex and especially consent. Just because i'm physically disabled doesn't mean i never have thoughts about sex or have sex, it's very strange to assume that an entire group of individuals just doesn't experience that ever.

like i know it's because abled people infantilize us and don't see or treat us as people let alone consenting adults, but idk it feels kind of silly to assume that.

[chlorine-green]

aw man it's agonies of the flesh again

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[moonstruckme]

apple pie please <3 would love something with remus and #30. 7k is so well deserved and your writing has served as inspiration for me to finally do my own. many thanks for giving us all comfort through your words :)

I'm so happy for you that you're writing! Thank you my love <33

³⁰⁾ trembling hands

cw: chronic pain

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 495 words

Remus is in pain. But when isn’t he, really. It’s only flaring up now, in his bones and in all the places where his bones grate up against each other and, for some godforsaken reason, in his eyes (though that might just be because he’s tired). It relieves the eye ache at least somewhat to close them, but he can’t do that because you’ve got him all spellbound and stupid with how precious you look asleep on his chest. 

You’re only on the couch with him in solidarity, so Remus can hardly blame you for drifting off when his Saturday is full of such scintillating activities as quietly reading and waiting for the next time he can take painkillers. Your hand is trapped underneath your cheek, sandwiched between your face and Remus’ chest like you’re trying to feel his heartbeat. You look very relaxed. It fills him with both pride and a weird sort of envy, wishing he could join but happy that if one of you is able to relax it’s you. One of your eyebrows is all ruffled from being rubbed against the fabric of his shirt, and a few strands of hair have fallen in front of your face so that they’re rustled by your breaths like blades of grass in a soft wind. 

Remus lifts a trembling hand, moving them away. You stir with the unhurried ease of someone who knows they’re waking up somewhere safe, your eyelashes fluttering and then opening. 

You look up at him for a handful of moments, your lips gradually turning down into a frown. “It’s gotten worse,” you say. 

Remus doesn’t know what gave him away. “A little,” he admits. 

Your frown worsens. It spreads to your eyebrows, which hook upwards compassionately. “I’m sorry,” you say, lifting your face. Your hand gives his chest a couple of short rubs, consoling. “It’d probably help if I wasn’t laying on you, yeah?”

“No,” Remus lies. He’s not sure which comfort he values more at the moment, the physical kind or the funny, intangible sort that comes from having you in his arms. You might at least stay until he figures it out.

But you get up anyway, as gently as you can, your knee digging into the cushion beside his hip. You look at the clock in the kitchen. “You could’ve taken pills half an hour ago.” You sound sorry, your hand finding his forehead to brush some hair away from his face, a useless but tender touch. “You should have woken me.” 

You’re gone before Remus can reply, bustling down the hall and returning soon with a glass of water and two pills cupped in your hand. He tries not to look too eager as he takes them, though just the action of swallowing them down brings some relief, the promise of real respite in only a handful of minutes. He’s more than happy to have given up a few of them to lay with you.

[queenendless]

●○•°Okay°•○●

A/n: I'm doing my best to get that TWST post up, sorry about that and my lame excuses. I needed to cope and vent write about my newest comfort character and yes its Jinwoo.

Sung Jinwoo x F!Adult!Reader

CW: Personal content including chronic pains, feet flare ups, menstrual periods, hints of depression, hurt/comfort, fluffy romance and a small mention of Jinwoo's VA.

Dreams of a dark wavy haired young man that kissed you persistently in your cheek repeatedly made you crave more. Those curvy lips, that goofy smile, this endearing presence.

Waking up from those fun filled dreams where you're free from those chronic neuroimmune pains, back in your agonizing reality, it makes you break down more than ever before.

Woeful sobs leave your trembling lips.

The shadows of your frame wobble around from underneath, taking a life of their own.

Your worn out blanket hugs your shaky fame as you sat in that bed, suffocating from despair.

“Y/n?”

That cool and calm voice wavered when seeing your blotchy face and your flared up limbs. You couldn't look him in the eye.

He pieced it all together swiftly. His frame blurring up in a moment. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders and under your knees, all to have your legs draped over his lap, he sat with you on your lonely bed. Neither his hood nor his bangs could hide his concerned gaze.

“My cream isn't effective enough, my compresses keep leaking and are running out, and the AC in here isn't feeling cool enough to calm these feet down!” You ranted against his shoulder as he rubbed up and down your arm and in circles on your back.

“I knew I should have left you with my sister.” He muttered, kicking himself in the shin for his poor decision.

“I'm a poor broke burden.” You moped.

“You are not a burden, you hear me? You're my everything.” His firm tender words only made you sniffle and whimper more. “I should have been here with you from the start.”

“Jinwoo, I'm a fucking mess.” The front of his dark hoodie dampens with tears and snot but he couldn't care less about the stains. “You're busy with work, off saving the world and — and I can barely make it through days like this!”

His grey blue eyes rippled with tears at your vulnerability. His gentle shushing fills your ears as his voice already begins to sway your downtrodden self. “You're sick, angel. There's no shame in that.”

He rocked you side to side as you melded into his secure self when he spotted your hand pressed against your abdomen. The flare of cramps your Shadow sent through his own made his eyes widen, incredulous. “You're on your cycle too?”

"I ruined my last dark pair! I only got whites left! The stains show too much!" Your pitying muffled whines was enough confirmation to make it the final straw.

“Alright, that's it. You're coming home with me and that's final. Exchange.”

000

Curled up on the plush living room couch, your blanket still draped around you, Jinah's heating pad pressed against your tum tum, four cool compresses layering your feet resting against the couch arm, you watched anime to pass the time.

“I can't believe I forgot I had your backup supplies here for this exact scenario. Guess we're both out of it today, huh?” Jinwoo's light tone wafts through the room as he's busy cooking dinner for you three.

“You've been busy. Dungeon raiding, getting stronger, the works … I should have told you.” You guiltily confess.

“My lower back, my hips, my womb!” You dramatically exclaimed to his exasperated self. “Otherwise, I'm peachy.”

“I would have dropped everything if you called.” He easily zipped up to you in the blink of an eye – inhuman speedy your love is – to kiss you. “How are you holding up?”

“Ah Jinwoo. You'll never fully understand a woman's pain.” Jinah pointed out as she came out of the steamy bathroom, freshly washed up, elbowing her older brother in his ribs.

“Sibling pain is just as much a hassle.” He gently bumped his shoulder against hers in passing.

“I'm just glad you finally admitted you were seeing someone this whole time! Girl power!” Jinah giving you a shoulder hug from behind got you melting in her accepting embrace; Jinwoo's tender gaze meeting you over her shoulder.

“Oh yeah, I had a strangely nice dream earlier today.” Jinwoo's distracted hum reached you as he washed dishes. Jinah sat on the couch chair, invested in your words. “I was seeing someone else.”

The screech those words caused in his mind made him freeze.

Jinah tensed up, beading up some sweat as she saw her brother gripping the edges of the counter. The sweet soft boy he used to be is no more. Even she can feel the foreboding dark aura as an angry mark showed on his forehead, his veins flexing as he started sending cracks in the material.

“He had dark wavy hair, tan skin, but he sounded just like Jinwoo.” You mused, dazedly smiling at the faint memory of it. “But I already have the best partner in all of creation and imma wife him up so good~!”

Jinah giggled in her hand whereas the sudden shift in the air followed by Jinwoo appearing right behind the couch was already a stark reminder of how much he's changed, especially behaviorally.

“Likewise.” He cradled your noggin as he kissed your crown. “Now sweetie, why don't you go shower up and change before you eat, okay? Then you can rest up in my room and I'll give you a massage later.”

“Aw, the big bad S rank is a cuddly teddy bear inside, isn't he?” Jinah teased as you took some spare PJs of Jinah's she loaned and headed off to shower and change your pad.

“Shut it, you.” He pinched her cheek painfully, her squirming self struggling against his firm grip before releasing her pouting face as she held her pinched red cheek.

“Aw come on. You letting her stay with us clearly means wedding bells coming sooner or later. You're going the extra mile and everything. Definitely male wife material. Kudos bro.” Jinah thumbs-up to that.

“You're not allowed to marry until after you graduate medical school and that's final.” Jinwoo's dead panned face expression arrives.

“You've been cramming that in my head for months already! I get it!” Jinah griped.

A lukewarm shower, a filling dinner, and a sensual massage along your lower back and hips later, you melted from euphoria in the end.

Jinwoo's dark coolly ventilated bedroom gave you comfort as your neuropathy cream – and lots of it – finally kicked in for your weary feet as the overall atmosphere started calming them down. Laying atop the bed comforter with your favorite blanket draping your curling frame, your heating pad at work on your abdomen with pain relievers running through your system, Jinwoo's faint musky scent fills your senses from the pillows stacked beneath your fuzzy head finally conked you out.

The shadows swirled and twisted as Jinwoo finally came to bed and embraced you from behind; the fragrances of the ocean mixed with floral scents from the shower he just took brought hums outta you, slightly stirring you awake.

“Jin … Woo … my guardian angel.” Turning off your heating pad and dropping it on the floor, you rolled around to snuggle against your living heating pad. “My heaven.”

His eyes crinkled in the corners, chuckling deeply, before dotting your face with light kisses, running his fingers through your hair, rubbing his fingertips soothingly against your scalp.

“I'm sorry I left you all alone. I should have been with you from the start.”

“You're here now, that's what matters. Not a dream.”

He hummed, grinning against your forehead. “So that was me you saw in your dream?”

“A version of you … a sweet goofball … but I have the real thing. And I love you more than anything.” You nuzzled your face against his collarbone, leaving a peck or two at his veiny lean neck.

“Your Monarch loves you too. Always.” He laughed a bit lightly, his hand rubbing circles along your lower back underneath your borrowed pajama top.

Your pounding head made you whine weakly so he kissed your forehead, rubbing your cranium slowly with his other hand, letting you rest on his chest.

“I'll procure the Elixir of Life. And once I've cured my mom with it, then I'll help you too. I will do everything within my power to take away your pain.”

His cooing voice was lulling you back to sleep.

“You're safe here with me. You can rest easy now. The darkness is mine to command so I won't let you be scared of it anymore. It'll protect you from all harm and so will I, at all costs.”

“My hero.” You whisper against where his beating heart rests, your eyes matted with tears of joy, your stress and tension leaving your mind.

“I'll help you get better, Y/n, I promise. And I'll be right here when you wake up. I love you so much. Never forget that. Okay?” Jinwoo felt choked up saying such things against your soft face, his own teary eyes meeting yours, as he kept you close to him, secured in his arms.

You don't want to be anywhere else.

He is your greatest comfort, after all.

“Okay.”

[imperiuswrecked]

My trainer: you got up to three workouts today! That's one more than last week. That's great!

Me, dying, *thumbs up, smiling through the pain, trying not to throw up my lungs*: thanks

[lesbians-for-muqing]

The fact that Xie Lian is often unable to hide his pain from Hua Cheng, like when there's a needle stuck in his foot, is to me what shows most how deep their love for each other goes.

Xie Lian feels so safe with Hua Cheng, so understood, respected and loved, that even his body fully knows it and is unable to hide anything from Hua Cheng because it doesn't feel the need to.

[pincushionx]

Declawed

Small little idea of Shadow being declawed during his time in the lab which very much effects him.

Part 2 part 3

[nebulae-d]

My Service Dog is suspected to be in early Heart Failure (AID REQUEST)

please reblog!

At a routine vet visit to check the progress of a course of antibiotics she was taking for a cold that's been taking all our city dogs by storm, my vet recognized that my 2 year old Labrador service dog, McCoy, had a jugular vein distention. Because this is not supposed to happen in healthy dogs, let alone in young healthy dogs, we chose to run a ProBNP blood test on her, which is used to measure heart health and check for potential damage or heart disease. The "normal" range is <900pmol/L, "suspected" damage is 900-1800pmol/L, and "abnormal" is >1800pmol/L. My dog came back with a result of 1300pmol/L.

We are currently being referred to the CVCA in Louisville, Kentucky, to have an echo performed on her heart to hopefully get a definitive answer on what is going on. However, this is all getting incredibly expensive, and I am a physically disabled student who was not expecting or prepared to suddenly be potentially losing my best friend and partner in everything that I do. I'm asking for any help with funding so we can keep on top of not only these sudden vet expenses, but any of the following expenses that may come due to her results as well as continuing to manage her day-to-day. We were doing just fine before this all happened, but the echocardiogram alone is expected to be a minimum of $400. I'm terrified and I don't know what to do. She's my everything. Any help that can be given, even if its just sharing, is appreciated.

my cashtag is $ikeohh

my ko-fi is tuptastic

i don't know what to do.