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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 9 months ago

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Summary: Eclipse's found family finds him.

Warnings: Robot Gore, Injury, Amputation, Cursing, Near Death, PTSD, Panic Attack, Trauma, Surgery, Sibling Bonding, Angst with a serving of Fluff, Bathing Together (platonic, neither have bits down there), SFW Tickling, let me know if I should add anything else.

Found Family

Eclipse groaned pulling himself from the ball pit. What was left of him, at least. His left arm had had the hand ripped off and his right leg was missing from below the knee, his internals were attempting to pour out the deep gashes of claws in his stomach.

His right side upper faceplate had been ripped off along with right eye having been torn from its socket and wires. There was a deep gash down his left leg, leaving the limb half numb. And his chest and back had most of its casing mauled off, leaving his scratched endo and frame exposed and vulnerable.

He’d barely finished crawling his way from the ball pit before he saw a figure standing over him like a sadistic god and the blue he saw told him that this wasn’t the best person to find him this injured.

“So ya fucked up?” Moon asked, crouching before him and Eclipse glared with his remaining eye, this was all Moon’s fucking fault and Eclipse seethed at him.

“I went to kill him and he tried to destroy me!” Eclipse crackled out his half-broken voice box.

“Sad little worm, huh? Welp.” Moon stood up, slapping his thighs as he did so. “That’s a problem taken care of. I’m gonna go out and celebrate. You try to die quietly if you can.” Moon patted his aching head and Eclipse growled to keep him off, attempting to grab Moon’s hand and bite it since it was all he really could do at the moment. But Moon was quicker and got his hand away.

“Hey everyone, I’m buying shots! It’s celebration time!” Moon called through the daycare as he left to the upper level of the daycare as everyone followed him out of the daycare, shutting the lights off as he did so, leaving Eclipse in the darkness with just the ceiling of glowy stars illuminating barely to the top of the play structures.

Eclipse’s engines whirred on high as Eclipse used his remaining hand and the forearm of his left arm to crawl his way away from the ball pit and to the security desk, dragging and pulling down the emergency med kit and haphazardly dumping it on the ground with his right hand so he could get the contents.

His first grab was an ACE bandage, which he tried to put on his stomach with his one hand to some success. It looked sloppy as hell but his insides would stay inside. Eclipse’s processors whirred on max, fans turning slowly because they were half broken so they couldn’t fully cool him down and coolant was leaking out of him, having made a trail from the ball pit to the security desk already.

Eclipse secured the ACE bandage and then began packing gauze into his right knee where it had been ripped off and used another ACE wrap to keep pressure on it so the oil lines wouldn’t be leaking out. He repeated the same process to his left wrist and sighed as he rested one of the instant cold packs onto his processors, relaxing into the feeling of the cold pack helping his half-broken fans to cool him down.

Eclipse saw errors flashing that coolant and oil was low and critical machinery was damaged. Of course it was, he had lost body parts! He growled in annoyance at his creator. They had basically torn him to shreds and Moon didn’t give a single damn about it.

Eclipse hadn’t been able to get a single hit in on them. It had all simply been a blur after they had admitted that they made him and to them attacking him like he was a glorified punching bag. Eclipse hadn’t had a chance to even defend himself and the thought of it, even now, was terrifying.

He shuddered just thinking of the sound and feeling of his wires and endo creaking and cracking when his creator had snapped his right calf off the knee joint and torn it off of him. And the agony of having his left hand ripped off at the joint had been horrifying. The sick crunch the joint had made had made Eclipse throw up. He wasn’t even aware he could throw up, but he had at that sound of his endo crunching and snapping.

Eclipse felt lightheaded, his breaths were coming slower and he knew this was some kind of a panic reaction. Of course he would have a panic reaction. He had succeeded at getting his creator to take out the directives but at what cost? His body nothing more than scrap metal? His mind in shambles and panic? It didn’t feel worth it. Maybe he wasn’t worth a chance.

This train of thought absolutely didn’t help the panic. He was shaking. Why was he shaking? Was the daycare shaking? No, it was him. What was this? Eclipse hadn’t ever felt panic before, not this badly. It felt worse that when he was waiting for Moon and Sun to come kill him. It felt like it was all-consuming and crushing him.

The dark didn’t help either, he hated the dark just like both of his predecessors. He knew there weren’t monsters, there weren’t, but the dark was…scary. It felt like emptiness, like being abandoned again. And it felt cold. He light lights, the stars on the ceiling just weren’t enough light. Especially since solar models didn’t have very much eyesight in the dark. It felt like being stuck into a black box with holes poked in for air but even the air felt like it wasn’t enough.

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Blood Moon had finally gone prowling around with Stitchwraith. A joy! Prowling with their acquaintance! It was a ball to finally be out of that bunker place! Blood Moon had begun their prowling in the main entrance and were now going through the daycare, which had its lights off for some reason.

Blood Moon liked the dark, it was a warm place to them, it was comforting, but the sound of staticky sobs coming from the lower daycare wasn’t all that comforting. It was quite annoying actually. They hated crying! Hated it! It was weak!

Blood Moon wanted to snuff out that incessant sobbing and the annoying attendant the crying undoubtedly came from. So they went down to the lower daycare and sniffed around for it. Thankfully, they didn’t have to look for long, finding the sobbing’s source was a curled up and mangled Solar? Was this Solar? No, the dents on the rays and the scratches on the faceplate weren’t present. Could this be…?

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Stitchwraith followed Blood Moon to the sound of crying and gave a small gasp seeing the torn down frame of the animatronic they had been slightly amicable with, at least for gaming they had been. But what the hell did Eclipse deserve this for? To be torn to shreds and left to die? He hadn’t even done anything too bad yet, he hadn’t killed anyone at least.

“Eclipse?” Stitchwraith asked, crouching by him but it seemed to go unnoticed. Was Eclipse having a panic attack? “Eclipse, hey.” Stitchwraith knew they’d get hit but they had to shake Eclipse by the shoulder to even get a slight bit of a response.

Once they did shake Eclipse’s shoulder, Eclipse whipped his left arm at them, which was missing it’s hand and was instead bandaged with gauze and an ACE bandage. The hit from Eclipse’s forearm connected with Stitchwraith’s faceplate but didn’t so much as put a scratch on them from how weak Eclipse seemed to be.

Eclipse looked up at them after, eyes wild with panic and pain, breathing going a mile a minute and extremely defensive and scared. Stitchwraith felt Blood Moon tugging on their cloak and waved their hand off to keep Blood Moon behind them. Eclipse was a more pressing matter than answering Blood Moon’s question at the moment.

“Eclipse, it’s Stitchwraith. I need you to breathe slowly for us.” Stitchwraith instructed him. Eclipse’s motors shuddered as he tried to take slow breaths for Stitchwraith. “You’re safe. Can you point to what’s scaring you the most right now?” They asked. Eclipse wordlessly pointed his shaky right pointer finger up at the lights.

“Blood Moon, go turn on the lights.” Stitchwraith instructed the twin hellions, who scampered off to go do just that at his request, the lights turning on row by row until the daycare was illuminated completely, which looked to ease some of Eclipse’s panic.

“Are you able to tell me what happened to you or is it too hard right now?” Stitchwraith asked.

“Creator…mauled me…” Eclipse’s voice was staticky and a weird echoed pitch but he could decipher it still.

“The person who made you mauled you?” Stitchwraith asked to confirm and Eclipse nodded softly. “Why did they do that?” Stitchwraith asked.

“Went to get…directives out…” Eclipse admitted.

“Your creator is a bunch of bull. That’s really all you went to do and he left you like you’re in a scrap heap?” Eclipse nodded and Stitchwraith bristled with annoyance at the audacity of Eclipse’s creator. That was downright cruelty for absolutely no reason. Eclipse didn’t deserve to be mauled over a simple ask like that. The way Eclipse’s simple ask was treated was absolutely bullshit.

“How about this, if you let Blood Moon carry you, I’ll fix you.” Stitchwraith reasoned. Stitchwraith would carry Eclipse back, give Eclipse probably couldn’t walk with a missing leg and fragile machinery desperately trying to escape Eclipse’s frame, but their arms still hurt from Blood Moon using them as a scratching post this morning as if the small bot was a damn cat.

“Okay…” Eclipse agreed and looked to Blood Moon as the red and white faced bot came scampering back down to the lower daycare and sat on the floor, looking over the situation with their head tilted to the side in confusion.

“Blood Moon, you’re going to carry him home. I need to repair him.” Stitchwraith told them.

“Aaaawwwwww, why do we have to carry the Sunman!?” Blood Moon began their usual spiel of complaining about the simplest of tasks. This bot could pick up a full cement truck but complained at picking up an animatronic that probably barely weighed more than them.

“Because our arms still hurt from being used as scratching posts. Now pick him up and be careful. Make sure you keep his stomach level, his internals are trying to be externals.” Stitchwraith sighed. Blood Moon whined a bit more but inevitably picked Eclipse up and thankfully held Eclipse as though he were some princess. It was embarrassing for Eclipse, sure, but it kept Eclipse’s insides inside him.

“Okay, come on, back home.” Stitchwraith told them and began leading Blood Moon back to their bunker and into his lab, instructing Blood Moon to gently place Eclipse on a table so he could work on him. He had most of the parts from misships and scrounging but he knew full well Eclipse would look different than he used to.

“I’m going to turn off your pain sensors but just stay awake and talk to Blood Moon for me while I work on you.” Stitchwraith told Eclipse as he got the necessary parts and tools together to fix him.

“Blood Moon?” Eclipse asked as Stitchwraith turned off the bot’s pain receptors and began to patch up and put on a replacement left hand for Eclipse.

“Yes, unholy creator?” Blood Moon sat like a cat in the chair near Eclipse’s legs.

“I’m not your creator, I never made you. That was…the original me. Before the backup in your head, before I was even a spot on the wall.” Eclipse grumbled.

“So you didn’t make us but you are an Eclipse.” Blood Moon cackled.

“I don’t know what I am.” Eclipse admitted. “I may as well have been made in a fucking petri dish in a lab. I have no clue who I am or what I am, just that I’m here and apparently my name is Eclipse and I’m the asshole everyone hates.” Eclipse huffed as Stitchwraith finished up the hand replacement and moved onto Eclipse’s right calf and foot replacement.

“You are…like us? A copy?” Blood Moon asked.

“An incomplete copy, yes. With directives and pasted memories from other points of view and a creator that rips out my directives and leaves me to the mercy of people who will just let me rot in a hole.” Eclipse was angry but he wasn’t panicking at least.

“We are incomplete as well. Memories from other people and bloodlust enhanced with less free will. Bullshit it is.” Blood Moon grumbled. Huh, odd that the two who hated each other agreed. Eclipse sighed and put his head back down on the table.

Stitchwraith finished replacing his lost calf and foot and moved onto Eclipse’s mauled open midsection and began patching the endo cage that contained Eclipse’s insides that had been ripped open. It was easier here because it was taking out the broken bits of old endo and welding in new pieces of the endo. He was also replacing broken innards as he came across them.

“We’re in the same boat then. I…I could remove it. I think. I have the original’s pasted memories too, I’m sure I could sift through and take out the bloodlust.” Eclipse told him, watching Stitchwraith more than Blood Moon now as Stitchwraith was working of Eclipse’s faceplate, fixing the wires and socket and putting in a new eyeball and replacing the half of the faceplate that had been torn off.

“Take out? You can take that out?” Blood Moon asked.

“I think so. I could try at least.” Eclipse told them, sighing now as the only thing left was his body casing, which was something easy and much less surgical. It was akin to putting on a new outfit to animatronics, especially daycare animatronics, who sometimes had to take off their casing to clean it after days in the daycare.

A calm quiet settled in the lab as Stitchwraith got Eclipse into a purple and white casing, replacing the ribbons on Eclipse’s wrists with new purple ones that weren’t stained with coolant and oil and laid out new pants and a new shirt for Eclipse to get dressed into.

“Alright, go get clean. I have a sanitizing station here, it’ll get you clean. Blood Moon, you need to get cleaned too.” Stitchwraith told him, helping Eclipse stand up and turning back on his pain sensor since there wouldn’t be as much pain to feel. He could fix minor things like Eclipse’s half-broken voice box later. What was important was getting Eclipse to feel better and not take an entire day just to fix him. Plus he didn’t have a new voice box for him just yet.

Eclipse struggled sitting up, his endo aching from what a human would consider bruises. He could feel the stiffness in his new parts and his eye was still adjusting, making him blink that eye more, which was uncomfortable but bearable because he had full sight back again now. He just let Stitchwraith help him to his feet, grateful for the help from his brother? Cousin? Acquaintance, Eclipse was going with acquaintance with the weird family tree he didn’t want to deal with.

Eclipse was passed to Blood Moon so the smaller bot could help him along and Eclipse happily used them as a sentient cane for his new stiff foot and calf that was making him limp a bit with how little the new ankle could move yet. Blood Moon supported him, which was surprisingly actually helpful.

“But brother goes in the cleaning tube.” Blood Moon and maneuvered the both of them into the tube, helping Eclipse get off his dirty old clothes and Blood Moon threw off his mud covered clothes and stayed with his brother so they’d both get cleaned like Stitchwraith asked.

Blood Moon giggled at the sanitizing mist and roared with laughter at the brushes that came to scrub off the worst grime. Eclipse only needed the sanitizing mist to heat the coolant and oil on him enough to drip off into the drain in the floor. But Eclipse liked seeing his little brother laugh. It was nice to have this moment.

Eclipse never got to have this with…the others. But it felt nice to watch his brother laugh at the brushes going after the ticklish spots on his back. He kind of liked this, it made him feel warmth bloom in his chest that one of his siblings wasn’t scared of him or wishing him death or even leaving him to die.

Once Eclipse was clean, he left the tube while Blood Moon was still giggling up a storm getting scrubbed because he rolled in dirt from what it seemed like. Eclipse pulled on the new clothes and smoothed his hands over them, they were actually comfortable and not itchy like his old clothes. He liked being here. It felt like home.

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aesthetic-is-life · 11 months ago

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GOM Headcanon

Kise

He has very dry skin. He follows his skin care religiously

He has both a huge prize AND degredation kink.

Every thursday he goes to Caribbean dances and has a regular partner for the bachata

He got a degree in something with fashion and marketing. Still working as a model and influencer during the college years.

After he goes works with his sisters in their fashion company

He and Midorima fucked few times between the Teiko and the High school

He's a little bit of a whore (especially at the club half drunk)

Absolutely adores to give orals. Yes let me suck you off sir please

Very good at it

Had a huge crush for Aomine during Teiko, but nothing happened

His romantic relationship never last long (monogamy problem)

He is poly

Feels trapped in a monogamous relationship

Very closed to his sister in the adult age

Vegetarian (vegan at home)

Has a little tattoo for each miracles (like a frog for Midorima, a cherry flower for Momoi..)

Akashi

Lactose intollerant

Aroace King (kise told him about ace people and Midorima confirmed the existence)

Degree in philosophy

Sojio professional player just for saying he has a job (not really need one)

After the winter cup he had pretty bad episodes of depression and eaten alive from his guilt.

But with the power of friendship (Mibuchi had called the miracles for and intervention) and therapy he got better

He would need a heavy session of consensual BDSM (he subs)

He and his dad ignore each other basically

Didn't took well the death of his horse, and after that doesn't want any more pets

He and Midorima suggest books each other

Doesn't drink, but can handle alcool pretty good

He play golf with the mother side of the family

Totally an addicted to

Only the Gom knows that he was diagnoed DID (dissocative identity disorder)

He would be a perfect menwife

Doesn't like to drive

Midorima

Doctor bccouse his daddy told him to

He and Takao got married at some point

His best man was Akashi

His dad was kind of homophobic, but had a change of heart

For each birthday he does the the natal chart of all the Gom + takao and Kagami

Can't hendle alcool (no at all, like half beer and he is WASTED)

Takao is an architect and he designed their house

Doesn't talk before his coffe

Morning person (after the coffe), Takao is not

Still listen to the oroscop every morning and brings the luck item (Takao is forced to have his too)

Has a thing for dirt talk (Takao doesn't complaint)

Still play piano and composes song for Takao

Would like to have a kid or two

Rei Ryugazaki (from free!) are cousins

Every sunday the have a lunch with the over miracles in their home

Aomine

His career in the NBA (because yes he entred) has benn pretty short for injuries

so he come back in Japan and makes the delivery for the flower/ plant shop of Sakurai.

in the US he and kagami lived togher, but they were in diffrent teams

He adoped a dog he found on the side of a road

Really like beers of all kind and flavors

Decent cook

He and Kuroko fucked everywhere in Teiko. But like everywhere, not corridor, bathroom, storege room or class was safe (they enjoyed)

He and Kagami had drunk and angry sex in the US times

Prefers women (boobs)

As an adult he went to therapy and understood what was wrong during the last years in middle school (depression time)

He and Momoi are big fan of horror movies

Very warm person

Can't stand gloves

Kuroko

Cold hands

He and Kagami moved in together, but neither of them belives in marriege

Kuroko would love a cat, but Kagami is allergic

He works in a kindergarten

and come home full of drawings of the kids

Doesn't want to have children though

Exhibitionist kink

Having sex is a park in the middle of the night

Kagami usually cooks and he drives

Brings his kindle everywhere with him

He smokes a little (like two or three cigarette per day)

Murasakibara

Chronic back pain and at the joint because he grew up too fast

Acne and bad skin in general because he eats to much chocolate and sweets in general

Became a pastry chef

He, Himuro and Kagami opened a nice coffe shop

The type with cultural events, book crossing and stuff

Doesn't really like having sex. He finds it really tiring

He and Himuro have an open relationship

Ass eater king. Not a big fan of penetrative sex because he dosent't want to hurt Himuro with his huge cock.

Has a little aquarium and adores stares at the fish

Can't swim

He got diabetes at some point

Momoi

She got a degree in statistic and after a very high paid job

When Baribe went out, she and Kise went all pink

In her highshool years she did something with some girls, but she found it pretty wet. Prefers small and cute boys

Seirously considering breast reduction surgey

She and Sakurai are together

They have an adorable little dog

When Aomine was in US they used to videocall every fucking day

She and Kise are the queens of gossip

Never had smth physical with Kuroko

Very good at videgames (had a youtube chanal)

especially the shooting ones

Wears high heels at work

Adores cherry

Allergic to something stupid like kiwi or apple

During college she made a lot of female friends

Pretty dominant in bed

Good at drawing

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fearecia · 7 months ago

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Putting this in a pinned post to make it easy to find/share. We all know how Tumblr is about things (and to be fair, I'm terrible and inconsistent as hell with tags).

Link to the "shoulder release" document:

Notes about this guide:

This is a WIP, and still very much in the rough draft phase. Please forgive typos/errors. I literally haven't done a single edit yet.

The document focuses on releasing shoulders as a way to treat neck tension and migraines. Seriously, just trust me. It helps.

Carpal tunnel? Tennis elbow? Golfer's elbow? AC (acromioclavicular) joint injury? Rotator cuff problems? Tight upper back? Sporadic numbness in your arm? Seriously, just try the muscles already listed. You'll likely find at least some relief. Like, if it involves the upper body, release your shoulders.

I've done my best to make this able to be understood by people without massage training. So if it seems like it's covering really "obvious" info, that's intentional. Just skip the section if you already know things.

A lot of massage therapists may balk at me telling you to dig around in your own armpit. We're taught in school to avoid the area. Why? Because there's a crap ton of nerves and blood vessels there. *Which is precisely why releasing this area is so powerful.* There's also a ton of muscle (on yes, basically everybody) here that will protect all those structures. It's honestly really safe so long as you stick to "In pain, refrain!" And read the other rules too.

90% of the time, the culprit is one of the four muscles listed (or any combination of them). If you are someone who exercises a lot/does yoga/is otherwise pretty physically active, you are more likely to fall into the 10% of people who will have their issue somewhere else/it will just be really hard to find. So bear that in mind.

Sadly, this sort of thing will probably never be a "one and done" type of deal. Most of the things we do every day steadily build up to cause problems, and you have to constantly work to undo that entropy. So save these notes for future you.

And just in case you want to know what the hell qualifies me to make this sort of document, here are my "quals."

My first career attempt was nursing. While this did not go well (doctors don't really appreciate autistic students willing to question their authority) I learned a shit ton about the body. I became a student teacher for the anatomy and physiology class because I was so good at it (and that professor used to teach the pre-med students). A&P is now literally one of my special interests.

8 years as a licensed massage therapist focused exclusively on injury therapy. I studied Rolfing techniques, and primarily used trigger point therapy, structural integration, and myofascial release as my tools. Clients liked to joke that going to see me was like seeing the physical therapist (they weren't wrong).

Some of the stuff I share is literally self taught through "following the tension" in clients bodies. Like, I developed some of my protocols. And then practiced and refined them over 100s of bodies. The goal was always the most efficient and least painful way to achieve lasting release.

I eventually destroyed my shoulder doing massage (which was injured long before this career due to an AC joint sprain gotten when I was 20). Bonus, this means I'm *very* practiced at releasing my own shoulders.

I'm now a mechanical engineer, which just means I now have the engineering knowledge to understand to the force transferrence patterns I saw in clients all the time. Kinesiology is the same thing as statics and dynamics.

Hopefully that helps put perspective into things. I'll update this post as new versions of the document come out. I have a ton on my plate right now (who am I joking; I always have a ton on my plate), so please be patient waiting for updates.

#massage #active release techniques #shoulder release #migraine treatment #self massage #trigger point therapy

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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 2 years ago

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i love your monster au so much!!

pls consider the twst charas reacting to yuu cracking their joints and being like

"did you... just break your bones.....?" or "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU OKAY??????"

or or them reacting to yuu telling them how dangerous human bites are like,,,

"did u know human bites are the second most dangerous animal bite?? (after mosquitos!) because of the amount of bacteria they carry? yeah lol sometimes ppl who get bitten (mostly by children) have to get that limb AMPUTATED bc of infection :))"

"what........ the. fuck???"

these have probably been mentioned before, but i'd love to see you elaborate or share your thoughts on them! it's not a request, but you can write something about it if you want to! :) <3

Technically the human bite one was touched up on in this ask here, but as for the other one...

It’s amazing how—despite the fact that cracking joints is healthy for us when we’re out of sorts—there are so many people who are shocked or recoil when they hear someone seemingly crack and pop every single joint in our body. XD

Humans are weird even to themselves, let alone to monsters who know next to nothing about us hoomans. :V So let’s take an extra crinkly Yuu and toss them in amongst these monsters, shall we?

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It was another normal day at NRC, the sunlight streaming in through the clean windows of the freshly renovated Ramshackle Dorm. Stirred from their slumber, Yuu slowly sat up—minding Grim as the chimera continued snoozing beside them—and yawned. Despite the bed being comfortable, they still woke up stiff and tense. Without a second thought, they put a hand to their chin and—

K-r-r-ack!!

“Mrah!?” Grim yowled as he jumped, staring at Yuu in horror as they repeated the process on the other side and earned more pops and cracks. “What the heck was that?! Are you okay!?”

“Mornin’ Grim,” Yuu greeted, stifling a yawn before twisting their back—earning a multitude of creaks and pops. “Just slept a little funny last night and woke up stiff, so I’m getting the kinks out.”

Kk-krk-krk-pop!

“Okay, I’m ready!” Hopping out of bed, they started getting ready and asked, “So what do you want for breakfast today?”

“…I think I lost my appetite,” Grim uttered.

“Okay, breakfast sandwich to go it is, then.”

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Krk-kk-k-kh!

“Gah! Yuu, what the hell?!”

“Are you okay?!”

“Human! Are you injured?!”

“Wot the hell?!”

“Urk!?”

“Can’t the Great Grim eat his breakfast sandwich in peace?!”

“Sorry guys! I just woke up really stiff this morning and needed to stretch.”

Ace looked at them in horror as he said, “Are you kidding me? Everyone thought you broke your arms and legs with all that cracking you did at PE this morning! How can you still be making more noise?”

“What? I was just loosening up a few joints with some stretches so I could keep up with everyone!”

“Coach doesn’t even chase you as hard as he chases us around the track, yet you’re the one who sounds like a crumpled soda can,” Epel commented warily.

“Is this normal for humans?” Deuce asked in concern, forelegs shuffling nervously as they made their way towards their next class. “It sounded like it really hurt…do you need to see the nurse?”

Yuu shrugged and said, “No, I’m fine, really. It only really hurts if you try to force it and don’t let the muscles relax first. Back home, we have people called ‘chiropractors’ who do the cracking for us when we’re in too much pain to move a certain way. Don’t your joints crack and pop too?”

“Well yeah, whenever we stretch it can happen sometimes,” Ace answered. “But if it’s constant clicking like what you’ve been doing, it usually means that something is wrong like an injury or something.”

“Oh.”

“In canine monsters, it usually means that there’s a torn ligament or it’s bone rubbing against bone,” Jack explained. “My father experienced that once before, and it took him a while to heal after he got the problem fixed.”

“Oh wow…sorry, I didn’t mean to make you guys worry so much,” Yuu said, thinking back to the grape incident as they entered the classroom together. “I’ll try not to do it as often, okay?”

“If you have to do it, then don’t do it before or after I eat!” Grim said.

“You’re still eating the breakfast sandwich I made even though you complained about losing your appetite this morning.”

“As if the Great Grim would ever let good food go to waste…”

Class began as normal, Yuu listening to Professor Crewel as he instructed them on what was on the agenda for the day as the homework assignment was collected. For the most part it wasn’t bad, but today Yuu was feeling more tired than usual after the workout from this morning. As they sat at their desk, they shifted a little uncomfortably. There was some tightness in their upper back, and no amount of shoulder rolls or slight stretching could ease the pressure.

Out of the corner of their eye they saw one of their monster classmates begin to stretch, stretching his arms over his head as he yawned before settling back in his seat. Maybe that was the kind of stretch they needed to do…worth a shot anyway!

Raising their arms and interlocking their fingers, Yuu straightened their back and curved as their arms bent back—

CR-AK-KK-K-KH!!!

The whole classroom fell silent, multiple pairs of eyes turning to face Yuu as they sat frozen in their seat with arms still stretched over them. Even Yuu was stunned by the sheer volume of the cracks that escaped their back, faintly making out their friend’s expressions as they stared in open mouthed disbelief and horror. That was the loudest crack they’d ever heard their body make! At this point Yuu was afraid to move, looking like some comically stretched out statue.

Before anyone could ask if they were okay, Yuu asked, “…am I dead?”

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Despite the sheer amount of panic and concern the class had over their wellbeing, Yuu was given the all clear by the medical researchers after a quick x-ray revealed that they had not—in fact—broken any bones. It was during a discussion with the researchers that it was discovered that chiropractors were in fact a thing in Twisted Wonderland. But given the fact that most monsters don’t use it as often as other medical practices such as acupuncture, it’s become a rare practice that very few still teach.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster au #twst monster au

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thatweirdfandom · 5 months ago

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zosan physio therapist au

look you all know my love for sanji being hyper mobile with joint issues and chronic pain

now i present on a silver platter:

modern au where zoro is a physio therapist

we start our classic with chef sanji but also he does dance and his training at the sunny gym

(nami recommended it after she had hot pilates and he tried and failed to sign up since it was a women’s only class, ended up with a 2 year membership - nami did this)

he didn’t mind since it had great amenities and it was close to work anyway

chopper is the on sight physician

ussop is the dietary physician

zoro is the physio

ace run the hot yoga and pilates (hehe) and by proxy luffy goes to the gym for fun because he can bother everyone

franky owns the gym and does strongman shows and has his trophy wife robin that is just a professor but also sends out ominous newsletters like how duo lingo threatens you if you don’t come back in a week

brooke actually just works at the restaurant with sanji but is the on site musician

jinbe goes to the gym for it’s hot sauna and multiple pool options- he sometimes even does water physio workshops (he gets a discount for being the on a flirtatious situationship with franky and robin)

anyway

sanji has a bad accident in the kitchen that results in him obtaining a terrible back injury- he knows zoro and he knows nami would swindle a discount for him but he’s a idiot and doesn’t tell ANYONE

he’s like “this is fine”

ends up going to the gym like normal only for zoro to notice (zoro is usually one of the first at the gym goes in early and leaves early)

he notices sanji favouring his left and is like hey try this and as soon as he try’s to help sanji yelps

this is when zoro realizes oh. this idiot is a idiot idiot

zoro grabs him and brings him to his office and corners sanji to explain

pt 1/2

#zosan prompt #zosan

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kikiofthevast · 5 months ago

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Smoke and Ash

Or: Hell changes you. One way or another.

CWs: Injury, breaking bones, burns, kidnapping

Charles has very nearly managed to shuffle out of the chains when the door dissolves.

Now, Charles hadn't really been listening to this evil wizard's monologue, something about Charles's latent anger or something. Something that would probably piss him off if he was listening, though maybe not for the reasons the guy was intending.

He definitely had said something about the door being made of iron. So that Charles couldn't just phase through.

So the wizard's completely stunned reaction when the door seems to melt into a pile of lava and soot is a bit funny.

What's not a bit funny is the figure in the doorway, with a hand outstretched.

Edwin.

Charles almost smiles in relief. And then he sees Edwin's state.

He'd initially thought that the smoke was just coming off the door.

But it's coming off of Edwin too.

His green eyes are alight with a familiar anger, but his usual clothes are disheveled. His shirt is half-buttoned. His vest is half-done. His bowtie is gone, and his sleeves are uneven and rumpled. His hair is rustled.

And his bare skin is smoking.

"Charles," Edwin says, looking intensely relieved to see him.

Charles tries for a smile. "Good to see you, mate!"

He doesn't know if it's convincing.

Edwin rushes to his side, face stained with something black, but the smoke starts to dissolve and fade as he gets closer to Charles.

"Are you alright?" he asks desperately. "Did he hurt you?"

"I-"

"YOU!"

The wizard chump from before gets back to his feet and points at Edwin.

"YOU would DARE-"

Another windingly long monologue is cut off by Edwin muttering something definitely not English under his breath, and a snapping sound. Both of the wizard's arms snap backwards.

The crunch is punctuated by a slight wince from Edwin at the sound, but the wizard's scream doesn't seem to faze him at all.

"Edwin, mate, other than an amateur job with some iron chains, I'm aces."

"He has you in iron?" Edwin cries, and the smoke begins to intensify. "The villain."

"It's alright, I've basically already-"

Edwin cuts Charles off by grabbing one of the chains and yanking them off his wrists. Charles can't help a pained noise, mostly on Edwin's behalf, but Edwin seems more concerned with Charles's wrists than the smoking red mark on his own hand.

The mark is surrounded with the same black powder as Edwin's face.

Ash, Charles realizes.

"Let us go, Charles," Edwin says, and he pulls Charles to his feet.

Charles glances at the wizard, and Edwin tilts his head in the same direction. "What about him?"

"I took the liberty of burning much of his work," Edwin says. "And with his joints broken, I doubt he will be able to recreate it for some time."

"That's good." He looks back at Edwin and furrows his eyebrows. "Are you sure you're alright, mate? You're still a little smokey."

"Ah. That." He looks down and shakes out his hand a bit. "It will pass. Come along, Charles."

There will be time to pester Edwin about it later.

Because Charles really wants out of here.

#dead boy detectives #edwin payne #charles rowland #dead boy detective agency #i like this concept please ask me about it #kiki writes

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monratarot · 7 months ago

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Health indicators in tarot - Minor Arcana - Suit of Pentacles

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The pentacles get their health meaning from their astrological connection to Taurus, Virgo and Capricorn.

Taurus rules the neck, ears, lower jaw, throat, cerebellum, thyroid gland.

Virgo rules the intestines, duodenum, peyer’s patches, solar plexus, abdomen, parasympathetic nervous system.

Capricorn rules the knees, bones, teeth, skin, joints, hair, parathyroids, right side of the body.

✾Ace of pentacles ~ Suggest starting a diet, fitness program and taking supplements.

✾Two of pentacles ~ Two of pentacles in a health reading can also be a sign of weight gain and issues with teeth, swollen joints, arthritis. Two of pentacles can also mean the Seeker is run down and easily catches the cold/flu.

✾Three of pentacles ~ Three of pentacles in a health reading can also denote the Seeker is stressed at work. Watch out for exhaustion, flues, infections and accidents happening at work

✾Four of pentacles ~ Four of pentacles in a health reading can also denote digestive problems due to worrying. Flare up from diseases they suffered as children or childhood diseases plus knee problems.

✾Five of pentacles ~ Five of pentacles in a health reading can also mean nasty head colds, respiratory issues, loss of voice, dulled sensory responses, breathing problems, unhealthy weight loss, and malnutrition.

✾Six of pentacles ~ In a health reading, Six of pentacles can also denote thyroid issues.

✾Seven of pentacles ~ In a health reading Seven of Pentacles can also mean improper nutrition, starvation, eating disorders, neck injuries, stress disorders and depression.

✾Eight of pentacles ~ Eight of pentacles can denote digestion problems, diarrhea, constipation, ulcers, irritable bowel syndrome, intestinal issues, appendicitis, pancreatitis.

✾Nine of pentacles ~ Nine of pentacles in a health reading can also denote tapeworm and worms in children.

✾Ten of pentacles ~ Ten of pentacles suggest taking a slow and steady pace towards health goals.

✾Page of pentacles ~ Over-indulging. Neck problems.

✾Knight of pentacles ~ Issues with digestion and malabsorption of food, acute infections, and flues.

✾Queen of pentacles ~ A mineral rich diet is suggested.

✾King of pentacles ~ Take care of your skeletal system and your teeth, stomach issues.

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ridingtorohan · 1 year ago

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𓇻 ft. shay cormac x assassin recruit gn reader 𓇻 warnings! minor spoilers for AC Rogue. alcohol consumption + minor injury. 𓇻 au. reader is Hope and Liam's newest addition to the Brotherhood. Unfortunately, you've just learned about Shay's involvement... long after you've already met him. 𓇻 enjoy! feel free to like, reblog, or send in asks! ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎read on ao3! - masterlist - join the taglist!

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"Looks like you've got a right shiner this time."

It's a voice you recognize, even through the thick of the fog. With bottle of brandy in hand, opening to your bottom lip, you've managed to cool the swell of your ego better than you have your bruise. Tongue darts out, pushing at your upper lip.

His glove rests to your cheekbone, index finger trailing softly over tender skin. Never tender enough because you flinch instinctively, expression pulling tighter. Guarded was never a flattering expression on Shay and it certainly wasn't now. Nose wrinkling, you incline your head away, the cold now freshly stinging.

Even though it's been a few hours, the tenderness hasn't gone down, still bitter and sitting coloured beneath the flush of your skin. At least you've managed the swelling some. The ghost of Shay's fingers on your skin lingers. You turn away, nursing the bottle with another sip. With a low, wanting creak of wood, the saloon's deck groans beneath Shay's weight as he shifts, back turned towards the banister, eyes always on you. Elbows resting over the rails, fresh snow lines the roots of his dark hair, skin still unbothered by the cold. So he's the one you heard step out after you.

"Did Hope give it to ye?" He asked, voice low and careful, eyes still impossibly dark, even when the warm tavern light dances over his features. Your mouth twists, sour line worrying into the skin.

"Liam."

"Ah." Then, "Well, he's always been a right git anyhow."

Looking at him like this, an air of familiarity drifting between you two, it almost tempers the sorrow and grief that still echoes in your bones. The insisting song of rage and injustice. Your fingers curl tighter around the bottle- and you see it too. How Shay's eyes don't even dart away but a barely perceptible twitch. Always watching each movement. A biting scoff rises in your throat before you can stop it.

For everything that Hope and Liam had trained you for, for all the burdens you bore, memories and lessons drilled into your head- this was not how you thought it would go.

Because every scary story told to you, every drill and hasty explanation- it was all because of him. Every bruise and aching joint- every nasty remark and lessons forced well past their dues. Even Achilles, as senile as he seemed, remarked upon the force the Brotherhood trained you.

All to avenge ghosts of Assassins you didn't know, never had a chance to know. All for a Brotherhood that had been tarnished before you joined.

You were meant to replace Shay, you realize that now. A bitter truth that had come to a head earlier that night, when Liam saw how you held your blades. Accosted you for it, demanding where you learned it from. 'From Shay', you had wanted to say, because it had been the truth. Then the rest of it followed, with Hope pleading with you to leave for the night while everyone cooled down. While they cooled down.

Looking back, you should have known better than to accept some strange man's friendly banters in taverns. Known better than to walk his boat, learning its knots better than you learned your knives.

It makes sense. Shay befriended you to sniff out the Assassin's plans. It made sense. Just as it made sense that Liam tried building you into a better tool, trying to outpace the losses that the Brotherhood had suffered.

'It's not fair.'

You think how his hands felt on your sides, careful in his guidance. Teaching you with a far greater patience than Liam had, with far kinder methods than Hope's. You had learned better under Shay- and somehow, that made it all worse, stinging more than the betrayal did.

"I hate you," you tell him. Shay tilts his head, little more than an acknowledgement. Eyes studying you, judging your reaction. Fog puffs in front of his face with his slow exhale. The wind blows it back, dusting across dark eyes before disappearing into the night.

"I know."

Still, even though you know, even though he knows, neither of you move. It's just the slow tilt of the bottle against your lips, burning motion of liquor down your throat. Cold seeping through your clothes, always too thin, never durable enough for the winter. Something that Shay had tried to correct you on but Kesegowaase didn't care for. Always too busy for your innate questions.

You want to hate Shay for everything. Pin it all on him. It'd be the easiest way. Give in to what your mentors had been trying to drill into your head: enemy, enemy, enemy.

Glass presses to your lips again. Shay's fingers ghost over yours, leather pressing light to exposed fingers. A grip that remains solid - but not insistent... and with the patience of a man that wouldn't exist in the Shay that the Brotherhood knew.

But he lets you take another drink anyway. You weren't a lightweight. Shay had made sure of that.

"Are you going to kill me?" You decide on saying when the fire has tempered in your throat. All that's left is the chill in your eyes, the nip of frost and frozen winds on your cheeks.

His fingers remain on the bottle and with a light tug, you concede, letting him bring it to his own lips. Cleanshaven, unlike the scruffy remnants that you had been sworn to. In all the ways that matter, he's unlike the man you've been told about. But you can see where the threat lies, the careful way he tilts his shoulders, languid but prepared. That part of the stories are true.

"Only if our blades cross," Shay responds, swallow audible, eyes dark as he peers at you over the neck of the bottle. He passes it to you, fingers brushing over yours.

Fingers connect. You try not to memorize how they feel.

"They'll order me to kill you," you decide to say.

Shay blinks, then blinks again when the snow lingers on his lashes. "Aye. And I won't let you." You scoff bitterly against the bottle. You both have roles to play. You just wish yours wasn't this.

You turn your eyes away, skimming over the balcony, out into the rolling hills of snow. More powder falls from the sky, dusting across your shoulders, frozen kisses upon cold-flushed skin. It'd be easy, you know, for Shay to just reach over and slide his blade into your neck. Nobody would hear you. Even with gold light dusting over the white expanse ahead, there's still dark shadows. You're both still isolated.

The music in the other room sounds so far away.

He doesn't move and you get to take another drink.

You think, then, that this isn't all there is. That there's more to the man that you were told about. That words uttered with hate or hellfire don't amount to the hours you've spent by his side, listening to some bawdy tale that Gist told him.

Then, in the same breath, you think: he doesn't have to kill me and I don't have to kill him.

Then, in another: what if there was another way?

Because for all the assassins are, good teachers aren't one of them. That you still swore to protect the innocent and your blade hasn't known flesh. In all these moments, caught between the Homestead and someone you had thought you had known, there exists things that you don't know. Impossibly, that there might be kindness beyond this rage and suffering that everyone has been dealt.

Again, in your mind's eye, you feel the shadow of Shay's gloves on your arms and waist, correcting your stance. Think of Achilles' words, heated and grave. Of Hope's flattering gait as she leads you through her warehouse.

"Shay, what-" You turn, throat tight, shadows and aches lingering in your mind still. There's nothing there, the impressions of his boots filling with the drifting of snow. Only gloves left on the railing, cuffs rimmed with fur. Still warm, even as you press chapped and shaking fingers inside, leather cushioning your palms. Because this is who Shay is, always watching out for you.

The next sip of the bottle goes down tasteless, no longer satisfying. The despair doesn't run as hot in your blood anymore, though the sense of betrayal lingers. Except now you wonder, just who exactly you feel betrayed by.

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luke-hughes43 · 7 months ago

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hehe pls don't me hate for this guys. this is for luke and melissa, and it's def injury angst.

so we all know matty tkachuk played in the playoffs with a broken sternum. so I was thinking that like 4 or 5 years into mel playing in the nhl (and after her and luke get married), the devils are in the playoffs and she seriously hurts her shoulder again.

like can't lift her arm above her head and could barely hold her stick sometimes that's how bad she hurts her shoulder.

but she never really tells anyone. only luke knows. the trainers know something is wrong because she is going in everyday to get taped and can't physically make it through a whole practice so she's only playing for games.

maybe they win the cup that year and when the injury reports gets released, it's revealed she was playing with a torn labrum or a torn ac joint the whole time and everyone is just like, "this chick is crazy."

luke was struggling the whole time because his wife was in pain all the time and playing through an injury that could permanently cause problems going forward. like luke knows she's been through it before and that she knows her limits but that doesn't mean she should still play. he knows not to fight her on it because he won't win that fight.

maybe they also have small kids too? like 1 or 2 and she can't help with them because of her arm and even though ellen is there to help them with the kids, it's still really stressful on luke.

lmk y'all's thoughts!!!!!

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mistytarot0919 · 3 months ago

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✧—⊹ ˖🥟⊹ ˖—✧Health meanings in tarot Minor Arcana edition - Suit of Pentacles✧—⊹ ˖🥟⊹ ˖—✧

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The pentacles get their health meaning from their astrological connection to Taurus, Virgo and Capricorn.

Taurus rules the neck, ears, lower jaw, throat, cerebellum, and thyroid gland.

Virgo rules the intestines, duodenum, peyer’s patches, solar plexus, abdomen, and parasympathetic nervous system.

Capricorn rules the knees, bones, teeth, skin, joints, hair, parathyroids, right side of the body.

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⚕️Ace of pentacles ~ Suggest starting a diet, fitness program, and taking supplements.

⚕️Two of pentacles ~ Two of pentacles in a health reading can also be a sign of weight gain and issues with teeth, swollen joints, arthritis. Two of pentacles can also mean the Seeker is run down and easily catches the cold/flu.

⚕️Three of pentacles ~ Three of pentacles in a health reading can also denote the Seeker is stressed at work. Watch out for exhaustion, flues, infections and accidents happening at work

⚕️Four of pentacles ~ Four of pentacles in a health reading can also denote digestive problems due to worrying. Flare up from diseases they suffered as children or childhood diseases plus knee problems.

⚕️Five of pentacles ~ Five of pentacles in a health reading can also mean nasty head colds, respiratory issues, loss of voice, dulled sensory responses, breathing problems, unhealthy weight loss, and malnutrition.

⚕️Six of pentacles ~ In a health reading, Six of pentacles can also denote thyroid issues.

⚕️Seven of pentacles ~ In a health reading Seven of Pentacles can also mean improper nutrition, starvation, eating disorders, neck injuries, stress disorders and depression.

⚕️Eight of pentacles ~ Eight of pentacles can denote digestion problems, constipation, ulcers, irritable bowel syndrome, intestinal issues, appendicitis, and pancreatitis.

⚕️Nine of pentacles ~ Nine of pentacles in a health reading can also denote tapeworm and worms in children.

⚕️Ten of pentacles ~ Ten of pentacles suggest taking a slow and steady pace towards health goals.

⚕️Page of pentacles ~ Over-indulging. Neck problems.

⚕️Knight of pentacles ~ Issues with digestion and malabsorption of food, acute infections, and flues.

⚕️Queen of pentacles ~ A mineral rich diet is suggested.

⚕️King of pentacles ~ Take care of your skeletal system and your teeth, stomach issues.

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panqueen · 9 months ago

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The Other Mayfield

Part 4: Car Light

Steve Harrington x Fem Mayfield Reader x Eddie Munson

Warning contains themes of: Substance use, Strong language, Neglect, Mention of death/injury.

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It's close to 3pm and Y/n finishes up her shift saying her goodbyes to Robin and Steve. Hawkins High is out but Y/n doesn't have to worry about picking up Max or the other kids because they're all taking their bikes.

Y/n continues to drive nodding her head to the music looking at the passing street signs and the "Leaving Hawkins" sign until she gets to the place she's staying for the night. Argyle's apartment just outside of Hawkins.

She shuts her car off leaning her head back rubbing her tired eyes.

Getting out of the car walking up the pavement to the beat up door and knocks on it waiting for a response.

The door flings open and Argyle stands on the other side with a joint between his lips with a big smile on his face and slightly red puffy eyes.

"Mayfield!" he exclaims bringing her into a bone crushing hug.

"Hey Arg" she laughs hugging him back.

"Here for the night?" he asks pulling away.

"Yeah if that's okay?" she asks nervously.

"Hey you're already here man and besides you and Jonathan nobody comes around here" he smiles taking a puff of the joint.

"So how was work?" he asks her flopping onto the couch.

"Shitty per usual" she replies with a small laugh.

She walks over to the small kitchen opening the fridge grabbing a Coca Cola and walking over to the couch falling onto it sighing.

"That bad huh?" he asks with raised eyebrows.

"Better than yesterday" she replies taking a drink of her soda.

"Nick again?" he asks pointing towards her bruised cheek.

"Yep" she nods.

"You look like you need this" he holds the joint out to her.

"I brought one but yours are always stronger" she takes the joint taking a long puff inhaling the stronger substance.

After the two are done talking on the couch Argyle goes to his room for the night and Y/n lays on the couch wearing the pyjamas she keeps there with a blanket draped over her. She stares at the ash stained ceiling until her eyes begin to close letting sleep take over.

Argyle walks into the kitchen turning the coffee machine for his famous burnt coffee. He then walks into the living room opening the curtains.

Y/n groans turning over to shield her eyes from the bright sunlight shining into the room.

"Time to get up Mayfield, you've got work" Argyle tells her walking to the coffee machine pouring two cups.

He walks over with the two cups sitting on the other side of the couch nudging her leg.

Y/n sits up stretching rubbing her eyes and takes on of the cups of coffee from him.

"Thanks" she takes a sip.

"Mhm" he nods taking a drink.

After talking with Argyle Y/n makes her way to work with her vest laying in the front seat while the stereo crackles with a soft song of AC/DC. She sits in the silence staring at the road in front of her in a daze with memories running through her mind.

Y/n runs down the stairs towards where Billy is being attacked by The Mind Flayer. She runs faster trying to get to him while Max lets out a blood curdling scream. She runs up to the Flayer muting out the people yelling after her as she walks up to the monster with a cold stare.

She grabs the firework she brought down and lights it throwing it at the monster while it withers in pain and Eleven uses the last of her powers making it fall down dying with a loud screech.

Y/n runs over to Billy holding her hands to his side putting pressure where the Flayer stabbed him with its tendril. She sobs telling him to hang on and that he's going to be okay. Max runs over throwing herself onto her knees beside Y/n sobbing.

Y/n looks up feeling the pairs of eyes watching the three of them and she looks at Steve nodding towards Max sadly.

Steve runs over grabbing Max while she screams at him to let her go as she thrashes around trying to get out of his tight hold until she turns around collapsing into his arms uncontrollably crying.

Y/n looks down at Billy letting out a loud sob as she feels his heart stop beating and his eyes drift off as blood leaks out of his mouth. She steps away raising her shaking hands to try and wipe her tears away.

She snaps out of her thoughts wiping a loose tear and focuses back on the road sighing heavily when she sees Family Video up ahead. Once she pulls into the parking lot she grabs her blue vest throwing it on and walking into the store not saying a word to anyone that's a customer because she's too lost in thought to care.

Steve notices her distant look and nudges Robin to get her attention earning a jab at his side because she's with a customer until she notices what he did.

Y/n is standing still putting tapes onto their shelves muting everything around her until it now sounds like muffled voices. She closes her eyes rubbing her face tiredly and sighs continuing to put the tapes away not noticing her two friends/co workers watching her concerned.

Robin walks around from the counter walking over to where Y/n is silently putting away the tapes with a blank look on her face.

"Y/n...hey are you okay?" Robin asks putting a hand on her shoulder.

Y/n flinches looking over at her with a scared look until she realizes it's Robin and her face softens with a small smile.

"Huh?" she looks at Robin surprised.

"I asked if you are okay" Robin repeats with a small shrug.

"Oh..yeah I'm fine" she nods turning back to the shelf with a small sigh.

"Y/n...me and Steve noticed that you look upset and I don't want to overthink anything but you're starting to freak me out a bit I mean the whole zoning out with a blank look reminds me a little too much of you know who" Robin rambles about Vecna.

"Rob I'm fine okay...I'm just tired, I didn't sleep well" she smiles trying to assure her.

"Slept at Argyles again?" Robin asks quietly.

"Yeah...Max slept over at the Hoppers so I slept at his place" she nods sighing.

"What about Noah's?" Robin asks concerned.

"Noah's out of town until tomorrow" she tells her avoiding her eyes.

"Is everything okay with him?" Robin asks softly.

Truth be told that Noah is Y/n's so called perfect boyfriend who she's been with for almost a year but everyone can see him for who he really is...well all but Y/n who thinks he's perfect for her.

Noah is a mechanic at the shop Eddie works at and let's say that the two guys don't get along mainly because Eddie is protective of Y/n and he doesn't like how Noah treats her and because Noah's ignorant. Noah is a stoner just like Argyle or Eddie but the biggest difference between them is that Noah isn't the nicest guy and he knows how to manipulate people into thinking he's great but everyone in Y/n's life saw through his bullshit.

"We're fine Rob...just tired is all" she smiles at Robin walking past her.

She walks to the back of the store into the lunch room where she flops onto the couch letting out a loud sigh closing her eyes for a moment before everything goes black.

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anexperimentallife · 7 months ago

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Life/Health Update

The thing we've been most worried about is the damage to my heart from COVID and anti-inflammatories. BP has been slowly going down over the past few months, so that would seem to indicate that at least SOME of the damage to my heart is healing. Let's hope. Need to get all those tests done again to know for sure, but for now they've taken me off one of my BP meds, so that's promising. (This was the main thing we were considering trying to get back to the states for, so I could use my medical benefits.) The rest of the stuff impacts quality of life, but isn't directly life-threatening, so if the other issues have to wait, they have to wait.

The hole in my throat still needs closed up. That will probably be the priority once we get my mouth issues (below) sorted. This one is kind of dangerous, as food, medication, and liquids often get stuck in there, and can throw off med dosages and sometimes cause me to choke. Been lucky so far, I guess.

One place in my jaw still pokes through inside, and another is threatening to. If those places don't start reabsorbing within the next few days, they'll have to open up the inside of my mouth AGAIN to file them down. So I'm gumming my food for at least another eight weeks before we can do anything about new teeth.

We're able to get the eye drops that take down the swelling in my retina fairly regularly now, so here's hoping that if I keep using them for three more months they'll have some kind of permanent effect. Probably still need surgery on that eye, though. Sucks that this happened to my formerly good eye--it used to have 20/10 vision. Temperature seems to play a role in the amount of fun-house-mirror-vision, but we live in the tropics, so not much to do about that. (We live in the mountains, so it's not as bad as the lowlands, but AC is rare up here.)

I don't think the cataract in the other eye has gotten too much worse, but that's obviously going to need surgery eventually, as well. If I can come out of this with one good eye, I'll consider myself lucky.

Brain fog (combination of long COVID, ADHD, Autism, and a traumatic brain injury) is still bad, but not as bad as it was. Nothing to do about that but wait.

My spine injuries are still an issue, with occasionally arm cramping/paralysis that used to be JUST in my right arm, but now sometimes spreads to my left. At least the cramping keeps the muscles toned? (Trying to look at the bright side here.) Neck exercises and stretching help with that, as does ice. (I mean, yeah, there's the constant pain, too, but that's the least of my concerns.)

Still need that second foot surgery, because the cauterization didn’t completely take from the last one; not only am I open for another infection (like the two-year one that an infectious disease specialist finally cleared up for me), but walking is pretty painful, too, even if I’m not talking about joint injuries.

Joint injuries... Hoo boy. Definitely gonna need a hip replacement eventually, and probably both knees.

I have chronic fatigue now, plus every pre-existing condition and old injury I had has been exacerbated by long COVID. It sucks. My stamina is improving little by little, though.

Treatment for all of the medical stuff has to wait for one thing at a time to be affordable. My health was stable until COVID, but now... Damn. Unfortunately, COVID came around around the time we found out we were having a baby, and four bouts of COVID have left my health completely fucked and exacerbated all my old injuries.

(If you're new here, you may not know that the licensing contract to convert some of my old fiction to a game--which, fortunately, did not count as "work income" for social security purposes--got canceled just weeks after El was born, meaning our income dropped way down, and that a snafu with Eleanor's birth certificate made her stateless, which took every bit of our savings plus the proceeds from a fundraiser to correct. If not for the combo of COVID and El's birth certificate snafu, we'd be fine both medically and financially.)

I'm working on plotting out more Quiet World and Alex And stuff, which I'll be shopping around, but frankly, even if it sells, it probably won't be much. (If you were here in 2013, you may remember that I had just started to have success selling my fiction to pro markets when my sons died, which threw me for a loop for several years, so I have to start over building a reputation.)

We've considered a move back to the US to use my medical benefits, but a) that'd be expensive af, and b) the US may be on the edge of becoming a military dictatorship, so even if we had the money for it, we'd want to wait to see what November holds.

So yeah, that's what's been going on with my health and our finances. As always, @thesurestthing and Baby El bring me joy, and my sort-of-adopted niece @geniussheepworld is a great help to all of us.

With so many people in the world suffering so much, I am reluctant to post a funding link. We are MOSTLY financially stable--it's just that we have to save up for my medical stuff while we work to finish paying off about 11K USD of debt from El's paperwork thing and all the medical whammies (and thank you to everyone who has helped already)--but if you want to help with that, the best link is either our paypal donation link or Ko-Fi.

#uncle rob gets personal #uncle rob gets medical

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i-eat-worlds · 10 months ago

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worlds I need your medical knowledge. possible long-term symptoms of repeated non-lethal electrical shock to the body? would nerve damage and numbness be reasonable? what are your thoughts?

- @whump-kia

thanks for the ask, Kia!

quick disclaimer: I am not medical professional. Take all this with a grain of salt. Or like, 110% of your daily sodium intake.

So, electrical injury severity and pattern is influenced by a couple of different factors. The voltage of the current, weather it’s AC or DC, the surface area the current made contact with, and pathway the current took through the body all play a role in how your character would be injured.

One of the most dangerous things that electrical shocks cause are Arrhythmias (irregular heart rhythms). Some arrhythmias can cause cardiac arrest, but you’ll need a voltage higher than 50 volts if you want to go down that route. Cardiac arrest can have all sorts of complications, but that’s out of the scope of this post lol.

Electrical injuries also cause electrical burns. The burns will be visible at both contact points: where the current entered the body, and where it exited into the ground. There will be a trail of damage following the path the current took to the ground. Electricity doesn’t necessarily have to travel far to hurt, and cause a lot of damage. The burns can get infected, leading to sepsis, and significant electrical damage to muscles can cause rhabdomyolysis and compartment syndrome. Both rhabdo and compartment syndrome can cause an acute kidney injury (AKI), which could definitely affect someone long term.

DC current is normally a single shock (through I assume yours is a little more intentional than usually) that throws someone and can cause blunt trauma.

AC current causes tetany, or involuntary muscle contractions. These are very painful and can lead to muscle damage. AC injuries have a higher complication rate than compared to DC injuries.

On the neuro side, we’ve got peripheral neuropathy. This occurs in about 17% of electrical burn cases, so it’s fairly common. Symptoms include muscle weakness, paralysis, atrophy, and tingling, pain and numbness in the affected limb(s).

As long as your current passed through the limb you want to injure, nerve damage is absolutely in the cards for your poor fictional characters. Repeated current applied to a limb would also likely lead to muscle damage as well, particularly at the joints, on top the nervous system damage.

Sources:

Overview of peripheral neuropathy

More in depth about neurological injuries associated with electrical burns (plus fun case study)

Overview of electrical burns and the factors that effect them

In depth article about electrical injuries

In depth article about electrical burns

If anyone has more to add, please do!

#worlds babbles #whump reference #medical tw #electrical burns #burns tw #hope this was helpful #i would highly recommend looking at the sources #specifically the last two #Stat pearls my beloved #it’s very #very nice #long post

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yeahcurrahhe-e · 1 year ago

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𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒

〚 𝐋. 𝐍𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐍 〛

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ➛ language, mentions of injury

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 ➛ anonymous: Could I please request Lewis Nixon + Angst 13/Happy 10? — prompts used: “because i care about you, okay?!", “I have no idea what this is about"" bullshit, you know what you did", “i've done a lot of things - i need to know which one you found out about”

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ➛ @inglourious-imagines @im-chinese-believe-it-or-not @iceman-kazansky @coco-bean-1218

𝐂𝐏 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 as she traipsed down its corridor and to the doorway into where Easy’s CO’s had transformed the elegant dining room into something of a poker joint.

Cards of Aces, Queens, and Jokers made a constellation across the mahogany table, miscellaneous poker chips and discarded European money behaving as encompassing stars around them. And a tipsy Lieutenant Speirs had slurred about how a sulking Nixon had put out a metaphorical calling card for her, with Speirs being the begrudging messenger.

Winters had cast a sideward glimpse at her, pen cradled in hand as he trudged through a pile of reports, his bright eyes almost asking ‘what have you done now?’

And, inquisitive to as what the answer was, she had meandered her way down the hallway; one that suited more of the description of a tunnel of refined, chiseled wood that danced with shadows not disturbed by the lamplight projecting from her destination.

Her entrance is much anticipated by Easy’s intelligence officer, as he may as well have leapt from behind the door and held a knife to her jugular with the curt manner that he approached her with as she hardly amounted any distance into the room. His doe eyes were accusatory, the implicit judgment carving a war path across his defined features haloed by the lamp in the corner.

“You beckoned?” In a direct — perhaps deliberate — challenge to his potent approach, she retorted with a hubristically-edged humor.

The half-consumed Vat 69 is the only thing that pardoned the glass in her friend’s clasp as it flared white with exasperation; if it had been barren, the intricately cut glass would have been a mound of shards on the wood beneath their feet. And it’s that very amber beverage that is blistering his nerves with liquid courage that clashed in a ugly brawl with his natural temper, her being the chosen audience for this emotional strife.

“You know why you’re here,” his tone compares in restraint to his teetering control over the grip on his glass — everything, all at once, is swaying on a tight rope she doesn’t quite know the reasoning for.

“I have no idea what this is about,” her response is a gray pool of awareness; some itch in her brain resonates that she knows, while some murmur from an image-less corner draws blank to his words.

Lewis Nixon stood at a stature that was a foot taller than her, at least from what her mind assessed in a once-over glance as he stepped impossibly closer to her. The auric illumination of the light permeating the room seemed to have the wherewithal in its inhuman existence to know where to strike its impression across his stern features.

His dark eyes were crisp in a narrowed state, “Bullshit, you know what you did.”

Y/N’s reputation in Easy Company existed in a penumbra of contradictions; some judged her as expendable, perhaps nothing better than an insect on the sole of their boot; the others swore, hand on heart or Bible, that there was no other Paratrooper they’d more readily trust their lives with….she was loyal, even if it would kill her.

And the one in the midst of this tug-of-war between misogynists and friends? She opted for a path of humbleness and even an ounce of passivity; grateful for the opportunity to be more than a USO girl in a frilly, inappropriately tailored skirt and poppy-red lipstick, yet not an entertainer of caustic words from a miserable man with a glass ego.

Lewis Nixon seemed to have made comfortable residence within a contradictory pattern of behavior towards her, as well. There was the respect of her rank, her leadership, and her presence within the military — all of which were non-congruent with the majority of women in global society. Then there was the scattered judgment of the choices conceived by her, how they’d dance with the charm of recklessness more so than the dullness of common sense.…how these brash decisions beneath the cacophony of artillery and screams would save lives, yet set her own on the line without thought if there’d be something to pull her back from the tide of death.

“I’ve done a lot of things - I need to know which one you found out about,” her tone was smoothed with an evenness that drew a blade of irritation over his indignant nerves, the distant smirk poised on her lips twisting that blade into each one. Regardless that he was practically towering over her, she was nevertheless reposed into a stature that didn’t speak to any intimidation. It was a nonchalance he may have admired if the crooning buzz of Vat 69 and the news of her latest reckless exploit weren’t swarming in an abyss of frustration in him.

“Heard through the Dick Winters grapevine about your little tussle with a German sniper yesterday,” there’s a smirk on his lips, charmed with the tightness of unadulterated exasperation, and he gulped down the remnants of alcohol in his glass before continuing, “How you — not a trained sniper — challenged him as the rest of your patrol fled after you ordered them to.”

Y/N blinked, a subtle indication of internal recognition of the reasoning inciting his tirade of angsty behavior, and the gesture is accompanied by a fleeting sidelong glance before her eyes inevitably leveled with his again, “And I still killed him, despite my lack of skill and proper weapon…oh, and all those men I sent away lived.”

Her indifference is essentially a kindled match against the tips of his nerves that splayed out like the ends of dynamite; she could decipher as much by the clench that solidified in his cocked jaw.

“This undying loyalty to being some invincible war hero is gonna get others killed…maybe even you,” he huffed out through gritted teeth, aggravation extending to the force he placed his empty glass aside with.

“And in the case of my indirectly, self-inflicted demise….what would it be to you besides some paperwork?” She laughed, a sound that didn’t clatter against their tension with an air of humor, rather its imbued with dryness and a stealthy beckoning of challenge.

“Because I care about you, okay?!”

His exclamation lays ample waste to the mischievous beckoning of her laughter…to her entire ‘spare me the dramatics’ facade that had been at the forefront of their interaction since she had stepped inside the room. Her smirk is struck into the smallest form of an ‘o’, crinkles by her previously amused eyes as churns of too many emotions flail and morass in her mind.

“That’s not what I meant to say…no, you just were never meant to hear that,” he’s prompt to scramble out some remedy for the awkwardness that plagues the air with a suffocating girdle, panic blown in his pupils and his hands on her biceps; his clasp beckons a plea his ego could never tolerate — “don’t hate me”.

Her hands settled onto his wrists that indistinctly trembled, brandishing an affable smile in a semblance of reassurance, “Find me when you’re sober, Nix.”

She swiftly squeezed against the crook of his wrists and stepped back through the doorway, reluctant to depart yet inevitably does, leaving just him, the lambent lamplight, and a pretense of hope.

#hbo war #hbowar #band of brothers #hbo war imagine #band of brothers imagine #lewis nixon

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