#Do you provide massage therapy?

[ms-demeanor]

fully understand and agree about reiki and prayer and herbs and the rest of that bullshit, but i'm a little confused as to how chiropractic care got lumped in with those

Chiropractors are quacks, full stop.

There is nothing that a chiropractor can do for you that a physical therapist couldn't do better or that a massage therapist wouldn't be able to assist with.

There are specific conditions that can cause joint subluxation, but unless you have one of them, your joints are probably perfectly fine where they are and if they are not that is something that would be better (and more safely) assessed by someone who is actually qualified to provide some variety of medical care (which chiropractors are not, they are licensed to provide chiropractic care, which is pseudoscience on your spine, which is a bad place to do pseudoscience). And if you do have those conditions you shouldn't let a chiropractor touch you with a ten foot pole because you are at even *more* risk of harm from spinal manipulation than the general population is.

When I was in college and didn't have health insurance and was working at a coffee shop I couldn't afford $150 out of pocket to go see a doctor, but I could afford $45 to see a chiropractor.

What the chiropractor didn't know - because she wasn't a doctor and didn't have the diagnostic tools for this kind of thing - was that I didn't have back pain because my spine was out of place, I had back pain because I had a bone tumor in my spine, and her adjustment fractured one of my lumbar vertebrae.

When I did get insurance I finally figured out what was wrong (after using a cane and dealing with excruciating back pain from my cracked spine I had to quit my job at the coffee shop because I couldn't reliable stand on shift) when I got an MRI. The pain was treated with muscle relaxants, oral steroids, and physical therapy, none of which would have broken my fucking back.

Chiropractic, even when practiced "competently" by an expert with the most modern and most rigorous scientific training available, is still more dangerous and less effective than other interventions. All of which is aside from the fact that there are a shitload of chiropractors out there who will claim to treat asthma and autism, which they can't do and are shitty for claiming to be able to do.

Top to bottom, all through its history, chiropractic is a scam that hurts more people than it helps and because of our fucked up medical care in the US specifically has been largely predatory on people who can't afford real treatment for their illnesses and injuries.

Also, if you are ever going to see a chiropractor - though i wish you wouldn't - never, ever, ever, EVER let them manipulate your neck. Chiropractic spinal manipulation of the neck can lead to severing the arteries in your neck, causing a stroke. This HAS killed people, and as long as chiropractors keep doing it, it will kill more people.

Fuck - and I cannot emphasize this enough - chiropractic.

[tteokdoroki]

☆༉ — KATSUKI BAKUGOU. in good hands.

about. katsuki experiences phantom pain in his hands from quirk usage and you try to massage the pain away.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! sfw, hurt comfort, fluff, angst, phantom pain/limb, war arc references, ptsd, mentions of therapy, descriptions of pain, bakugou being loved so tender, afab!reader + pro hero!bakugou.

the idea of giving bakugou hand massages is so intimate.

his quirk is so raw and powerful, i feel like becoming a pro-hero would only make his palms more calloused, cause aches between his fingers and scars that burn like with a phantom pain at random points during the day. and even though katsuki is smart enough to know that his scars have healed, his wounds have scabbed over and new skin has grown — he can’t shake the stabbing, tingling feeling that crawls up his arms as if a thousand tiny needles are pricking him.

the massages start when you catch bakugou on his knees in the middle of your shared bedroom, his hands clenched in fists so tight his nails have made his palms bleed. you set the fright in his eyes, the ache intertwined with the mauve brown that forms a rim around the ruby centre.

“what…what happened kats?” you’re quick to fall to your knees by his side, hesitant to touch him, worried for his safety — because katsuki hasn’t been like this in years. he’s been doing so well, seeing his therapist and taking his meds — ever since the day he came back to life.

but you know just by looking at him and listening to the ragged breaths just barely escaping his lungs, that bakugou is not okay. “i don’t fucking know,” his voice is strangled and panicked, like a deer caught in a hunter’s trap it can’t escape. “it just…it just fucking hurts a-and i can’t get it to stop.”

that day, you hesitantly reach out to touch katsuki— trying not to spook him as if he’s a frazzled wild animal. “let me see,” you whisper evenly, avoiding a croak in your voice because seeing him hurt, hurts you. slowly but surely, the blonde uncurls his fists, letting you take his hands into your own — smaller ones. at first, his strong and muscular stature flinches back, crumbles down to the ground in chunks of the brash man he used to be. “it’s okay, baby, i got you.”

your words wrap around katsuki like a tender hug, safe and secure between each and every one. your finger tips trace softly over the marred flesh of his hands, guiding katsuki through each of his painfully relived memories. trembles wrack the blonde’s body like a high magnitude earthquake — he can barely hold it back now, the tears that gather in his sun kissed lashes and burn tracks down his cheeks. but you don’t want him to hold back. you want him to feel.

thumbing the parts of his hands where the pain is centred, you lean forward to kiss bakugou on the forehead, providing an epicentre of relief. he wouldn’t call you a cure, no, it’d be too selfish to put the burden of his ease on the person he loves most. instead, he says that you help him heal, soothing the fuzziness locked between his cramping digits and extends up the muscles of his arms.

when you touch him as if he’s made of glass, katsuki knows that he can be vulnerable with you and that dull ebb of phantom agony seems to dissipate under the gentle drag of your fingertips over his skin. the two of you stay on the floor for a little longer, working through the aches pulsing in katsuki’s palms and arms until they eventually stop — just like his tears do.

“thank you,” he says, voice as quiet as you’ve ever heard it. “‘m sorry—“

“never be sorry for being in pain or asking for help.” you cut him off before his words take residence in the quiet hum of the air. shifting to your knees so that you tower over him (sitting legs crossed on the floor), you drag katsuki’s head to rest in your chest — cradling him and shielding him from the cruel world. “i don’t ever want you to be sorry for this. i’ll by your side no matter what. you hear me, baby?”

katsuki only nods, knowing doesn’t need to respond with words while his hands hesitantly come up to wrap around your waist. he pulls you into him so that you don’t disappear. and while you stroke back his hair and squeeze him so tight — katsuki realises that as long as he has you, he’ll never be weak or have to hide how much life hurts sometimes.

as long as he’s with you, he’ll be in good hands.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[sugurizz]

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𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭.: Joo Jaekyung x f! reader - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 , 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: world champion Team Black's Joo Jaekyung is the hottest sensation in the MMA universe. His name is not only feared and respected on the streets, but desired in the sheets. Little did physiotherapist Y/n know, she was about to learn it the hard way.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 / 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dark content ahead! explicit content, dubcon, graphic content, dom/sub dynamics, power dynamics, degradation, nicknames (Doc, slut, whore, etc...)

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And who's this now? What is she doing here?'

'Please welcome y/n. She'd be our substitute physical therapist for now. hope you guys would get along.' Responded team coach Park Namwook as he gently gave your shoulder a pat.

'You keep bringing these goons around! And none of them seems to get the job done right!' He harshly dismissed your presence, looking at the coach, then scoffed as he walked back into the sparring room.

'You'll have to deal with him after the sparring matches. He's quite the hardass at times, but I know I can rely on you.'

The coach gave you a rather awkward smile, brushing off the rude welcoming you suddenly received.

-----

You stepped into the therapy room and hanged your backpack, just as he came in, skin gleaming with sweat and pitch black strands messy. His eyes accidentally met yours as he layed down on the chair.

'I'm taking the shirt off. It's drenched in sweat.'

Your heart sunk. You turned around to see his large torso on full display. He clearly did it for an understandable reason, but your brain went blank and your fingertips froze for a split second, until a deep voice shook you out of it..

'Last week's treatment sucked. The last substitute coach brought here was so incompetent. My muscles remained tense anyway. And the cramps in my left shoulder got even worse.'

'I understand, sir. I'll work on a different treatment routine. I'm sorry for your last week's inconvenience.'

You somehow fancied remaining professional at that moment. Despite his clear attitude, you knew your job as physiotherapist was to provide the team members with effective remedies in the first place.

He shrugs and looks away, closing his eyes in annoyance as he muttered,

'And better make it quick. I don't have all night ahead.'

You nodded as you approached his frame. Took a deep breath as your palms landed on his skin. It was a mix of heat and cold, a marble-like texture that you didn't expect a UFC fighter -notably the best of the best- to have.

the session went rather smoothly, no words were spoken. but at least you could tell the silence was a rather relieving sign.

'S-Sir...c-could you point to me the spot where your shoulder feels most painful, please?'

He placed his hand on the back of his shoulder, eyes still closed. And you complied as you started massaging it. His features flinched for a while, and your heart skipped a beat as you slowly neared the end of the session.

'I'll have to say that your shoulder might need a few more sessions, sir. It seems that the tendons on your upper left arm are the reason you're struggling with pain in your shoulder.'

'I'm not spending any extra time on nonsense! You figure out how to heal it. And you'll do it during the normal sessions.'

He glanced at you sternly as he stood up and straightened himself. Not acknowleging you a second further...

-----

The next day's session was just about to start, an unspoken tension grew inside your chest. The uncertainty of what could happen every time your hands stroked against his rock hard abs, toned arms, and god-like v lined pelvis had your face heating up.

He walked in as usual. you greeted him with a pale smile and performed your service as good as you could...

...'Hey, do you work extra hours? I'll pay you.'

He opened a half-lidded eye, voice deeper than you recognized.

you turned around, puzzled ..

'I...can do that. It would buy me some extra time to focus on your upper arm's tendons.'

'Good. I'm only open for extra sessions in my apartment, though.'

'B-but sir! I'm not sure if I can commute to your place at such a late hour...' You jolted immediately, almost panicking at the sudden request.

'I can tell you're not good with directions. Meet me at the entrance in 15 minutes. I'm driving there anyway.'

He muttered nonchalently as he got up and left the room, leaving you standing up there, mind foggy and racing trying to process what just happened...

...the ride home was silent. The flashing lights of the city were the only way you could ignore the heavy weight upon your heart. You got off as you arrived and made your way behind him to the apartment.

'There. You can place your stuff anywhere. And follow me quick.'

He laid down on a king-sized bed, eyeing you up and down as you set foot into the room.

'I'll make it short and quick.

I fuck before matches. For a reasonable price. Choice is yours.'

You somehow managed to stay cool and collected, but the silence that followed crushed your soul. He was still waiting for your response. Not that you were aware of his fiery eyes almost piercing a burning hole through your chest.

'W-why?...sir..' a broken protest left your throat. But he seemed so unfazed by it all.

'If it's a no you can leave now. No more words needed.'

He looked away, turning around to face the huge bay window, shining through the city lights. you felt unjustifiably intoxicated. was it his huge frame? the unforgettable scent of his room? or just the nasty desire that you kept suppressing since your eyes met his dark ones? You didn't know for sure. But the way he felt like he could crush you evertime he randomly stood next to you had you picturing all kinds of the filthiest things he could do to you...

...

'W-what would it be.... if I...agreed, s-sir?...'

'Oh. playing sly are we?'

He walked up to you with a mishievious grin on his face, then leaned down enough for his lips to meet your ears.

'If you agree, you get fucked to my heart's content. No playing around. No lovey-dovey shit.'

The brutal tone was supposed to distaste you, but for whatever messed up reason made you feel the throb straight down your womb, and between your legs.

'So?'

You snapped out. His warm breath was still ghosting over your neck, just enough to tease your senses, without ever touching you.

You looked into his eyes like a frightened deer, tho your fear merged with the heat in your belly.

'N-No one...can hear about this! sir'

'Not that anyone else can see me balls deep in you, can they?'

He raised an eyebrow, shit-eating grin still over his lips as his monster-like frame invaded your space. Your brain shut down, heart hammering as you looked back into his eyes...

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑?...

𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.

[sweetfushi]

hihihihi i hope ur having a very good day and that this request is even understandable and grammatically correct!!!!!! this thought has been plaguing my mind sososos much but i reallyreallylyly want just a short drabble or anything w jjk (any character u find that fits best idm) of them like drawing a bath n washing your hair after a long day or smth smth (nooooottttttt in a suggestive way plsplsplspls)

okay thats it >3< !!!! im praying this doesnt come off as pushy T_T

PAMPERING YOU AFTER A LONG DAY

fluff | satoru gojo, toji fushiguro, kento nanami x reader, stress, frustration, running you a bath, washing you, no suggestiveness just pure fluff and comfort <3 | word count. 1.7k ◦ notes. hihihihi nonnie!! don't worry your grammar is fine and you didn't come off as pushy at all, i hope you enjoy mwah

SATORU GOJO.

Satoru can tell something is up when you toss your decently-expensive blazer haphazardly on your desk, showing little care when it inevitably slips and falls on the ground. He doesn’t need you to tell him, he picks it up in an instant and throws it on the back of your office chair.

“I would ask how work went but you don’t look like you’re in the mood to answer questions,” he huffs, somewhat amused. “Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure today was a universally terrible day at work. Everyone on the street looked miserable as hell,” he assures you through the kiss he places to the top of your head.

“Oh I’m sure,” you mumble, recalling the frustration you experienced facing your arrogant supervisor. “Sorry, that tone wasn’t aimed at you.”

“I didn’t think it was, dove, but thank you for the reassurance,” he laughs softly, the breathy sound evidence of his own exhaustion.

Satoru starts to head out of your office to let you settle down, but pauses in the doorway. You barely pay him any mind other than a small smile as you pull your laptop out of your bag and place it on your desk, and mutter incoherently about how disgusting the five empty snack wrappers in your bag are. He continues to watch as you let down your hair from its bun toss your hair tie beside your laptop.

“Come to the bathroom in ten. Vanilla or floral?”

You squint. “What?”

“Scent. Pick.”

“Why are you talking in half-sentences? And vanilla.”

“Why aren’t you used to it? And alright,” he retorts with a long finger pointing at you, before narrowly dodging the pen you throw at him by rushing out the doorway and seeking refuge in the bathroom.

The bathroom that, ten minutes later, you find yourself being pampered in. Satoru is sat on a stool beside the bathtub as you soak in the water, stretching your legs and fluttering your lashes at the therapy the hot water provides to your aching muscles. Speaking of, you don’t have to strain a single one as Satoru doesn’t let you lift a finger. He’s massaging your shampoo into your hair, gently scratching your scalp and inhaling the sweet scent of vanilla.

The water reaches your chest and provides the perfect height for you to make shapes with the bubbles and bring them close to your face to inspect before blowing away. He watches as you repeat this process with multiple shapes, some more recognisable than others, and feels himself desiring to kiss you.

“Do you think–,” the moment you turn your head to ask, Satoru’s lips meet yours quickly yet so dreamily and so gently. You practically whine into the kiss, both because he cut you off and because you’re caught off guard by how intimate the moment suddenly becomes.

So much so that you’re left panting by the time he pulls away and flashes you a faux innocent smile, to which you glare at him and tense up like a cat when he starts rinsing the shampoo out your hair. After he applies a mask in your hair and clips it up, Satoru struggles to maintain a healthy heart rate when you rest your arms on his knees and your head on them, eyes lowering with the appearance of tiredness.

“I can’t wash you like this, baby.”

“Just for a bit.”

A minute goes by. “How long is a bit?” He finally asks.

“A lot.”

TOJI FUSHIGURO.

“I can finally show you what I’ve been workin’ on,” Toji smirks, taking your hand in his after you manage to shove your shoes off by the door. He’s been working on the spare room you had for a month now and would refuse to let you even peek any time you asked. You assumed that your husband had finally resorted to illegal money-making tactics to fund your lifestyle, but he was (suspiciously) quick to shut that idea down.

When he did need help continuing the project, he had called in a few men you weren’t familiar with to assist. You’d complain about the random men in your house, to which he’d pull you in for a kiss on your temple and insist that it’s worth it.

He unlocks the door to the room and rushes behind you to cover your eyes. “Is this necessary? You’ve already made me wait a month.”

“A few seconds more can’t hurt,” he retorts with a snicker at your enthusiasm. He uses his elbow to push the door open and only when he guides you to step into the room and close the door behind you does he lower his hands from your eyes. “Surprise.”

Surprise was an understatement. Toji had renovated the room to almost appear bigger and function as a spa, with extensive windows along the top of the walls that are big enough to let fresh air in but small enough to not actually show the interior of the room from the outside. A massage table stood in the middle of the room with two tables at either side of it, both neatly organised with numerous body oils, lotions and Vogue magazines.

“If you don’t say something in the next second I’m gonna assume you’re plotting to kill me.”

“I love it.”

“Thank God.”

You giggle at his exaggerated exhale and turn to tackle him in your embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to your height for your own comfort. Toji smiles into your neck, resting his hands on your lower back and letting himself inhale your scent and delightful aura.

“Now,” you start as you break away from the hug, “I believe I’m in need of a masseur.”

Toji - or your masseur - is quick to have you strip down and lay you on your stomach with a white towel over your backside. He laughs at your heavy sigh and the way your head flops down onto the table, simply letting him work one of the oils on your skin and tense muscles. Every so often, when he feels you drifting off to sleep, he’ll bend down and place a kiss on your hairline, sometimes hearing you mumble in response.

His fingers are calloused enough to draw you out of your slumber after a minute or so, but you don’t complain since they’re the same fingers that ward you into that sleep initially. You don’t talk at all aside from a few incoherent murmurs, ones that even when Toji responds with “hm?” to, you don’t repeat or say any clearer. He has to contain the soft, breathy laugh that threatens to escape at your dazed, drowsy state - he doesn’t want to disrupt your peace.

“You good, mama?” Toji asks breathily, slowing his movements momentarily.

You groan in response. “You better keep those hands moving, boy.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You can hear the grin in his voice but can’t find the strength to glare at him for it let alone lift your head to do so.

KENTO NANAMI.

The first thing you notice when you walk through the front door is the delivery bag by the bin. You wonder why it’s not in the bin, but also why it’s here in the first place. You’re certain you have leftovers that are enough to feed you two for the evening. However with closer inspection of the bag, you realise it to be of a bakery that is very much raved about, both at work and on social media.

I’ll be damned if I let this man finish these sweets without me.

“Kento! I’m home!” You call out, expecting a prompt response from the kitchen or living room. Instead, you hear some shifting and clanging upstairs, likely in the bathroom, and hang your jacket up before trotting up the stairs. “Are you okay? What was that sound?”

“Ah, I’m fine, sweetheart. I didn’t anticipate making this much noise, though,” he replies sheepishly just as you push the bathroom door open. Once you do, the aroma of something you can’t quite place your finger on caresses your senses, making you shut your eyes to fully indulge in it. Nanami chuckles at your rapidly relaxed demeanour and dries his hands off before coming over to embrace you.

“Hi,” you smile into the crook of his neck.

“Hi,” he reciprocates, sighing contently at the feeling of your hands roaming the expanse of his back. He shifts you in his arms so that his left is swung over your shoulders, while the other motions towards the relaxation project that is your bathroom. As you let yourself admire the filled bathtub, lit candles and rose petals decorating both the water and some of the floor, you’re reminded of the sweets.

“Do I also get a cake?” You stare up at him pointedly.

Nanami recalls the delivery he made and rubs your left shoulder. “Also isn’t the right word here, I swear I haven’t had any yet,” he laughs breathily, letting you strip while he positions the small tray table on the edges of the bathtub. When you’re finally relieved of your clothes, you practically squeal at the sight of numerous cakes, brownies and fruits decorating the wooden tray, barely giving Nanami enough time to stand before you’re crawling into the tub and snuggling under the warm water.

“Now I know you washed your hair yesterday,” he says as you start to feel his hands gather your hair and clip it up, “which is why I want this to be focused on easing your stress. Both physical and mental forms.”

You’re practically gaping at the rate at which he’s making your heart race from simply his words and gestures. Reluctantly you are to admit that perhaps Nanami deserves to have some of your sweets. Realistically, it would be days before you’d finish them all. “Come here and give me a kiss, you,” is all you respond with, to which Nanami complies eagerly and results in him groaning under the soft feeling of your hands rubbing the back of his neck.

Your hand trails up to scratch his scalp and he shivers in delight, allowing his hand to grasp your jaw gently but with enough grip to make you shiver and smile into the kiss. The kiss that inevitably ends because you need to breathe and let Nanami tend to you.

When he reaches for your body wash, you grab his arm and insist that you eat first. You need some sugar in your system before you crash from sheer relaxation under your husband’s attention.

“Feed me, husband.”

He smiles and shakes his head. “As you wish, my wife.”

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[copperbadge]

Years ago I saw a post of yours where you said that you got massages to help with skin hunger. I recently started making more money and I can afford it now. Thanks for the idea! (I’m not, like, alone alone. I’m just single and don’t get touched much by friends and family)

I mean, same, that's why I do it too! It's good to have positive therapeutic touch on a regular basis and if you don't have someone who can offer that, or feel weird about asking, a massage is a great way to dose, as it were.

I'm sure if I asked any of my friends for a hug they'd give me one (and I have! I often hug people hello and goodbye) but I also feel weird about asking. I wasn't raised to easily accept physical affection, whether I'm asking for it or it's offered without any kind of discussion. My instinctive reaction is to withdraw even if I don't want to -- it's just reflex. And I know a LOT of people who aren't comfortable with a stranger touching them, or with being undressed in any way in front of a stranger, and I totally get that; it's not for everyone.

But for me, the issue isn't the touch or the nudity (especially since the place I go has you undress only "to your comfort level" and I'm not super self-conscious about being naked in situations where it's expected). It's the social aspect, the feeling that I'm imposing. So a really useful aspect of professional massage is that it's openly transactive -- I am paying someone an agreed-upon fee to provide a service. Everything is laid out and clear, so there's no tricky social navigation to do. I can relax and accept the touch and get benefit from it.

I will say massages can be kind of expensive to get regularly, but if you live near a massage school they often have very cheap "student" massages where you're basically letting a student learn on you. I go to River North Massage Therapy School for that reason -- when I started the student hour-long massage was $35 and now it's I think $50, but still a very good deal. You get a lot of variety, and the students are very good at listening, and asking what you want. You're not necessarily getting expert-level massage, like if I had a sports injury I'd go to a graduated professional, but for therapeutic massage and tension, it's more than fine.

Anyway yes, do recommend massages if you don't have (again: perfectly legit) issues with touch or nudity involving strangers. Glad you're finding it helpful too!

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

Thinking about disabled AK!Jason tonite with a disabled s/o

Let's be fr this man could/should be an ambulatory wheelchair user but he won't because he doesn't know that's a thing and wouldn't think he deserved it. If you're an ambulatory wheelchair user maybe one day you manage to lovingly bully him into just TRYING it and it is life changing

He uses his ambulatory energy to do Red Hood shit nbd

if he doesn't use a wheelchair he's got at least 2 braces--shoulder and knee

Baby has chronic pain, arthritis, chronic migraines from being beaten

Missing some teeth too

take this boy to your neuro or your ortho!!!! he is totally unaware he does not need to live like this. better living through chemistry

let's get him some therapy too

you WILL have to go to his drs appointments with him. mans WILL freak the fuck out for ANY medical procedure, has very serious medical abuse trauma. if he can see how your drs help you he is much more likely to go if he can see that you are benefiting from your providers and that they haven't harmed you

if you're scared of drs he will FULLY stand behind you. probably not that healthy tbh but he gets it

having a special Migraine Protocol for each of you (it's basically just a snack and a drink, blue light filter glasses, a sleep mask with headphones for that special Migraine Playlist)

make your own pain scales and talk through frequency of pain bc when you have constant or near constant pain it fucks up your ability to quantify it so making your own pain scale is helpful (he probably uses shakespeare plays or authors. like a 5 for jason is twilight, because you can see some problems but it's fun and fluffy but when you start looking closer OH NO SO MANY PROBLEMS)

pain meters on a wall near the kitchen so you can know what you're working with

CBD patches

the AK suit is basically a giant brace/mobility aid so you help him figure out how to adapt it for his red hood persona, how to make it lighter and allow for greater ROM

will remind you to do physical therapy

resistance bands ALL OVER THE HOUSE

learning bodywork techniques

AT LEAST once a week using a special oil or lotion to work into some of his bigger scars to make the tissue more mobile

giving him a back/neck/scalp/face massage

after a while obvi that's a lot of trust he's putting in you

NOT deep tissue. don't hurt him more. you can have effective therapeutic massage without hurting a person

trager work involves basically shaking a limb and letting the weight of the muscle do all the work but it feels weird the first time and he'd just start laughing at you

specially if you do his glutes

but it feels really nice so he stops laughing and it does help his lower body pain

putting magnesium lotion on each other's neck and shoulders

start to ask each other "are you angry or in pain?"

hand massages

teaching him to stop pushing through the pain

one of his knees is basically bone on bone so you always know when the weather is changing

if u both have bad knees u just don't even when the weather is changing. take some pain meds, use your topical pain reliever of choice, prop those joints up and snuggle in bed. watch a youtube series or he can read to you

heated blankets as heating pads supremacy

occasionally he'll be in pain and the kind of pain where you feel like you're going insane, so as a distraction he will go online and buy a bunch of weird pain-relieving gadgets and you'll spend a week trying them out

(sometimes his pain fog shopping spree is blind boxes, or nail polish, or statement shirts)

all of his siblings know to come to your place if they get beat tf up because your medicine cabinet is UNreal

you're about to give cass or steph a Controlled Substance Pain Reliever and you pause "this is technically drug dealing, isn't it? dOn'T teLL rEd hOOD" jason is literally patching them up right next to you

soft blankets

reminding each other it's ok to take it slow

he's constantly tearing into the other rogues for not having ADA accessible lairs (except Ivy who successfully argued that the plants make it ADA accessible which will do. FOR NOW.)

[somecunttookmyurl]

Hey, you recently mentioned somewhere about how growing pains aren't really a thing the way we think of them in the tags about a post about taking kids' pain seriously. And i've been sitting on that ever since, as someone who had severe 'growing pains' growing up that'd take me out for days but was told to stick it out. Thing is, they never went away and despite hitting 30 soon I regularly google something like 'growing pain in 20s' with some regularity.

I've finally bit the bullet, done the doctor marathon, ended up at a rheumathologist and was like 'idk i've had pain my entire life i was told it was normal'. (Didn't go over well, but how could it have.) Despite him then noting hypermobility he's adamant hsd or heds aren't worth looking into. And now i'm sat here like. Well, was it ever growing pains?

Could you talk more about what you meant with the growing pains? My mind is not letting it go

'growing pains' is something doctors say to dismiss pain in teens and children a lot.

the fact is, yes, some children get pains that are temporary and ultimately harmless and not at all related to growing in fact we don't know why it happens

the other fact is it tends to be limited to the ages of approximately 3 to 11, yet doctors use it to dismiss pain in teenagers - who still do a lot of growing often very quickly (especially boys).

it affects mostly if not exclusively the legs (notably calves and shins) and worsens following physical activity. yet doctors will often use it to handwave away any and all musculoskeletal pain

so yes there is a type of pain children (but not really teens) can experience in their lower legs. but not a) the rest of the body b) long-lasting c) bad all the time and d) it has nothing to do with actually growing

and frankly given we "don't know" why it happens at all i'd bet decent money there actually is a cause for whatever pain happened even if it was temporary. like doing the three-legged race wrong.

edit: sorry skipped over the hypermobile part. for some people (i hate them personally) hypermobility is not painful. for most people it IS. this is for the simple fact that your ligaments and tendons (connective tissue) are too stretchy so they aren't holding your joints in place as well as they should. so you know what has to pick up your slack? your larger muscles. you know what is built for movement and not 24-7 activation to keep you assembled? your muscles. they're doing something they're not supposed to have to do, and they're doing it all the time and they are fucking tired. unfortunately (i have hypermobile EDS and didnt get diagnosed until i was 28) there is no "cure" for this. the only treatments are stabilisation - physical therapy to try and build up the smaller stabilising muscles and support garments or things like k-tape to take the load off the bigger muscles by providing external support. also massage and heat to relieve the tension and tiredness.

[krypticcafe]

Hello! This is my first time asking someone but can you do 141 men reacting to us being hypersexual? I dont see any of those ones😅

Task Force 141 men w/a hypersexual partner

rating: mature

character(s): GN!Reader, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, John "Soap" McTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Hound

warning(s): language, emotions(?), sexual themes, possible inaccuracies, mentions of trauma

a/n: An interesting request! I'll try my best to be accurate, but I can't guarantee it'll be perfect as someone who does not go through hypersexuality and a lot of resources online tend to only go over symptoms and general medical help but not a lot on how it affects relationships. So please please PLEASE correct me if needed, and I'll make the necessary changes!!

Gaz

I think out of all the guys, he'd be the only one who's heard of it, though he isn't all that educated about it.

With how Gaz is, you're actually quite comfortable discussing it early on in your relationship, bringing it up one day while you two are just talking about things.

He listens and nods along, occasionally commenting here and there, but he mostly listens. When you mention how it can be caused by trauma, you appreciate that he asks but tells you you don't have to if you're uncomfortable. He's just super understanding.

Also super low-key about it.

For example, if you tell him, signal, or if he can tell you're kinda going through it, he'll come up with a quick excuse to pull you aside and talk it out or do something else.

He already knows a bunch of exercises to keep your mind from reeling, small games to keep you grounded, and supervises you for a bit.

If you choose to, Gaz will absolutely support you if you pursue therapy! He'll especially praise you for any progress you make.

All in all, 10/10 boyfriend.

Price

It'll definitely take a while for him to wrap his head around the concept, but as long as you just communicate, things should be fine.

If and when you guys have sex, he's always checking in here and there, making sure you're good but not overdoing it so that it becomes overbearing.

Outside of that, if you're having trouble coping and physical touch helps, he's the best man for it.

His arms will wrap around you snugly, and just listening to his heartbeat alone can help soothe you. Sometimes, he'll hum to you or help massage your back. You find his voice to be helpful with how firm and direct it is, so he'll often converse with you to get your mind off things.

Definitely will give you resources if you ask. Need a therapist? He's got a reliable list. Need tools like sex toys? No shame, he'll get what you need. Ran out of medication? Just picked some up.

Keep in mind he can't always tell if you're having issues since he's quite busy when he's not alone with you, so you two developed a small signal to help each other out if needed.

Don't forget to reassure him too because he worries he's doing something wrong a lot of the time, so again, just communicate with him!

Soap

He's a little confused, but he's got the spirit.

It does take you a while to work up the courage not because you're worried about the shame of telling him, but more about if he'll understand.

When he first hears it, he kinda confuses it for higher libido but you quickly correct him.

"Ah, so it's not just impulsive but intrusive?"

From there, oh he's very, very sweet about it.

One of his best traits is how distracting he is so you can bet your ass he will find a way to keep your mind off things and humor you. He asks a lot of questions, but that's just his way of expressing his concern and care! Again, he's a super observant boy.

He'll always give you distance if that's what you need, but if you need some physical or verbal help, he's there in a heartbeat. If you guys are intimate, he'll take it slow and be loving as possible. He's happy to provide.

Oh, but if he hears you talking badly about yourself, he's quick to shut it down because hearing you call yourself 'dirty' or feeling 'used' has him very distressed.

"But I'm-"

"But nothing. You listen to me, okay? I would never think of you like that and I want you to know that to me, you're more than that, you're more than-" He stumbles over his words, "-jesus, you're everything and I don't want you thinking that you'll ever be less than that to me, alright?"

It's a hard pill to swallow, but his words are nothing but the truth, just as genuine as he is. After that, you start taking more of his words to heart.

Ghost

It's hard to tell what Simon's thinking a lot of the time, but rest assured, it's anything but judgment.

He thanks you for telling him and acknowledging how difficult it is. After all, you've done the same for him.

He's not gonna treat you like a porcelain doll, but that doesn't mean he's not gonna be cautious if guys have sex, he gets how vulnerable it can feel, being exposed, so it's something the two of you work through together.

He's also prone to getting upset if he hears you speaking badly about yourself, and admittedly, he's kind of brash and blunt at first when trying to confront you about it but over time, he learns to better express his concern.

With time, he'll steadily find more ways to keep your mind off of it. So far, he finds he's best at it via spending time with you like cuddling, or when he invites you to do different physical activities like exercising, taking walks, or sparring with him.

If you need help focusing or you take medication or therapy, expect him to nag about it!

"Did you go to the-"

"Yes, love, don't worry, I have. Thank you for asking."

You know he's looking out for you, and you couldn't be any more grateful.

Roach

Very much like Gaz, he's quick to understand.

"The girls who get it, get it" type of energy

He'll ask questions, but if he sees you getting skittish or awkward about it, he'll change the subject.

When he's nonverbal, he knows it'll be difficult to help you, especially if you're struggling to focus on his signs.

So what he does is he'll take your hand and trace a question mark in your hand, asking what's wrong and having you explain. If you need to calm down, he'll trace little shapes and hearts in your palms, intertwine his fingers with you, and help guide your breathing before asking questions.

If you struggle with finding other ways to be intimate or expressing yourself in your relationship, he'll show you what he likes, love languages of his, and such.

During a long mission, he had found you particularly frustrated. Rather than shaming you, he offered to help you get tidied up and take you out on a date.

The two of you went trinket shopping at the local town, though he was mostly buying you whatever you showed interest in, which quickly grew overwhelming.

But hey, it worked to brighten your mood, so it's a win in his book.

Hound

Oh he's so understanding. Hound isn't hypersexual themselves, but they understand the struggles of having highly impulsive and intrusive thoughts and actions, and more than understand the pain and shame that stems.

He expresses that he's proud of you for confiding in him something so personal and being comfortable enough to tell him

From there, he's very attentive to your needs and makes sure you're never overdoing it when indulging in NSFW.

If you two have sex, then it probably starts as a slow process to get comfortable, since Hound has their own sexual anxieties. But they're more than willing to take the reigns, establishing boundaries and patiently communicating with you even if it's difficult. In the end, it's a very vulnerable and intimate experience for the both of you.

In the case things have to stop, he'll clean things up, reassure and praise you, while finding something else for you two to do, like a movie night or cuddling.

Or if you're needy but they're not in the mood, Hound will help you redirect that energy somewhere else and makes sure you don't feel ashamed or insecure.

Personally, their favorite way of helping you is asking you about your interests or hyperfixes because they just love listening to you talk so passionately and just learning more about you so they can spoil you for future reference.

But sometimes you just need him to completely envelop you in his arms and give you something else to feel instead of that frustration, something to feel loved.

[huntinglove]

For my fellow proselfshippers with chronic pain:

💜 Your F/O will always do their best to make your life as comfortable as possible! From small things like fetching you medicine and giving you massages, to handling any and all of the work you can't go through by yourself!

📱 Your F/O understands and respects your limitations! They'll never be upset or disappointed if you're not able to follow through on plans you've made or if you can't tackle certain chores, in fact they're more than happy to help you out!

💜 Your F/O would help you with anything that would soothe your aches! Physical therapy, medicine, massages, meditation, relaxation, comfort and care! They're ready to provide you with all of it whenever you need them to and they'll always make sure you know how proud they are whenever you take care of yourself and seek them out for help as well!

📱Your F/O will make sure to remind you to take care of yourself and take care of things at your own pace! They would never have you wear yourself out when they're right there, ready to help you out. Your safety and well being will always come first to them!

💜 Your F/O will always remind you of how important and loved you are! Pain is something hard to deal with and they're proud of you for being able to pull through it all every day, even if you're not feeling your best about yourself as you do. You've survived all of your worst days and they'll always cheer you on for it!

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Can we get some more dark Raiden 👉👈

(ignore this if it makes u uncomfy at all)

Like what is like with a darling who needs a wheelchair regularly, maybe the darling has a genetic malfunction with their legs idk

(based off of my legs but it's up to u)

A/N: Hii thank you so much for requesting! I absolutely do not mind writing this. We need that representation in the writing department. 😫🫶I’ve had this in my drafts for a while because I’m very cautious to hopefully not offend or make anyone uncomfortable with this. Please *respectfully* correct me if I got something wrong or may have accidentally used offensive language. I mean no harm to anyone and I want to be able to respectfully give representation for everyone!

That being said this focuses specifically on being disabled and the changes it makes in the relationship.

Warnings: Toxic and abusive behaviors, stalking, slight patronizing/ infantilization, over protectiveness, ect.

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Requests: open 24/7

I don’t really think that the relationship would change too much other than that I think sometimes Raiden would unintentionally be a bit patronizing. (But then again when is !dark¡ Raiden not???)

Raiden loves you a lot and he knows that you’re just as capable as the others despite your disability. Your resilience and intellect alone was enough to win his evil little heart buuuttt…that doesn’t change the fact that he’s still a bit flawed in his ways

We all know this dark side of him is extremely authoritarian so he can’t help but be a little too overbearing when it comes to you.

I want to start off with some of the good things first though.

!dark¡ Raiden is sweet in the ways that matter I think. If you’re having a flare up or in pain. He doesn’t mind dropping everything to come to your aide. Even if the medication isn’t working. He’d hold and massage you until you’re feeling better.

The other nice thing about Raiden is his thick skin. You don’t phase him even on your worst days, not even when you’re a bit snippy do to your pain and frustration. He won’t take it personally. Staying up with you all night also isn’t a hassle for him in the slightest. He actually appreciates that his darling yearns for him when they aren’t feeling too well.

If physical therapy is something that you partake in, he’s eager to learn and help you the best ways he can.

Secretly searching for ways to alleviate some aches you may face with your disability, even if that means going against the elders and seeking help from darker powers.

He’s also unapologetically obsessed with you, he feels no shame when you’re beside him. He wouldn’t wish for you to be any different from how you are now.

Raiden would be just as jealous and possessive over you as he would be with an abled body S/O.

Speaking of this, he has no issues with disposing of anyone who has anything disparaging to say about you.

Oh and he especially hates when someone touches you or your wheelchair. He knows how uncomfortable it makes you when people try to wheel you or lean/sit on it without your permission. This easily sets him off.

It doesn’t matter who it is that touches it, how dare they disrespect you like that? Have they have no manners?

“I fear that I did not hear y/n speak up and give you any kind of consent to touch their chair. Release your hands from it or I will do it for you..”

He’s 100% willing to be your advocate anytime you may need. I mean honestly you don’t even have to ask, he’s tussling the second he sniffs an ounce of disrespect towards you. Lol

Okay here is some of the more unfavorable headcanons. This touches on a bit of patronizing behavior and infantilization. I feel like Raiden would struggle with doing this a bit in the relationship.

Raiden doesn’t like when you go off or do things without telling him first. Yes, you are capable of protecting and providing for yourself. Even though he’s seen this capability first hand, he just can’t help thinking about if something were to go wrong. What if that day you’re too fatigued and you end up hurting yourself?…or worse…what if someone severely injures you? what then??

This is why he prefers to keep you couped up in his temple, right by his side. He even had things around there altered to perfectly suit you.

No more stress about the outside world and how frustrating it can be for a wheelchair user. Plus Raiden made arrangements so you can have 24/7 access to outworlds best doctors and remedies to help with any issues you may run into.

How could you even think of leaving when you got everything you need right here?!

Best of all, he knows exactly where you are at all times in the temple and it keeps his mind at ease that you’re okay.

He has a bad habit of immediately rushing to assist you with very mundane tasks and sometimes wheeling you even when you don’t need it. (Ironic because he hates when other people do it to you but because you’re his darling he thinks it’s automatically okay for him to.😭)

This has to do him worrying about your safety and trying to make your life easier but it instead makes things worse.

Raiden can also quite bossy with what he allows you to do and what he doesn’t. Sometimes this means speaking to you very sternly and even down to you. This often ending up in a back and forth with each other.

To him he’s just doing what’s best to help keep you safe and according to him these rules will ensure that. Raiden couldn’t live with himself if you got hurt, especially when he could easily prevent those things. This is his way of loving you, he genuinely doesn’t mean any harm to his darling by doing this.

You protest this behavior and tell him how hurtful this can be for you but I fear it might take a little while for him to fully realize what it is that he’s doing wrong. Just like a lot people in everyday life, he’s convinced he knows what’s best for you.

“I’m afraid I do not understand, Y/N. How is keeping you safe, hurtful? I can assure you I am only simply doing the duties as your lover.”

he’ll slowly give in by letting you go out and do things “without” him. Just know that he is always lurking behind each and every corner making sure that you’re safe.

And if he can’t, he’ll send a servant to hang around you and report back to him.

Yeahhhhh. I know. He’s so damn-

Just bear with him, he doesn’t process others feelings the same way as you and I. Empathy isn’t his strong suit but he will try his best to correct any errors, simply because he does truly love you.

Notice I said ‘try’. He’ll try but there are just some things he just won’t budge on. !dark¡ Raiden can be stubborn and rather selfish at times if he seriously believes in what he is doing is right.

For example you are absolutely not allowed to be anywhere near the tournament or Kombat in general. He doesn’t care that you may fight well. It’s far too dangerous for you. He will immediately shut down any conversation that has to do with it.

But I will say that I don’t think that this really has to do with the fact you’re in a wheelchair. I think he’d be against any of his darlings doing anything that could potentially harm them. He’s already lost so much, he refuses to let you go too.

I can also see him occasionally brushing you off when you offer to do certain tasks. He’ll immediately order someone else to do it even if you are the better fit.

(There he goes babying you again)

“I appreciate your willingness to help but your efforts will not be needed. Stay here and rest, Y/N. Liu Kang will handle this task instead.”

I guess one other change is that maybe he’s a bit more physically gentle with you?

I could see him being a bit more restrained when it comes to punishment? I think they’d be more among the lines of mental harm or emotional deprivation. (Locking you up, social isolation, food deprivation, avoiding affection ect.)

He’s cautious of man handling and weary of using his electricity too close to you because he’s afraid that it might conduct through the metal on your chair. No matter how angry he is with you, you’re the one person who Raiden would never turn against like that.

I think the only times he’ll get physical is when you’re being extremely defiant towards him when he’s trying to “protect”you.. He wouldn’t hit you but he’d pull you, carry and throw you down roughly. Worse he’d do is bruise you from his grip on you.

Ultimately though I feel like Raiden is just a bit more ignorant with some things. He really hadn’t spent time around humans on a deep emotional level so I think he’ll do unacceptable stuff sometimes. I don’t feel like Raiden would mind that you’re in a wheelchair or try to ever put you down because of it. He’s just so stuck in his ways at times he comes across a bit…::

Like I said I think He would be just as overprotective with any-other darling, only some thing’s slightly change.

[lexi-the-demon-69]

I made another CRK OC-

No reference for today. Just her default sprite.

This is Toasty Marshmallow Cookie: Dark Cacao Cookie's personal maid and massage therapist! She's a Healer and Rear cookie! I don't have the best idea for her skill just yet tho, but I do want it to relate to her job in massage therapy lol.

Personality-wise, she's basically the Isabelle of Cookie Run Kingdom. Just like the dessert she's based on, Toasty Marshmallow Cookie is a very sweet, warm, and happy young lady. She's an exceptionally hard worker, always prioritizing her king's needs with a smile. If you ever need to talk with Toasty Marshmallow Cookie, you'll likely find her scurrying about the Citadel to appease her king or beside him.

Here's her backstory:

Ever since she was a young cookie, Toasty Marshmallow Cookie always wanted to help other Cookies overcome their aching pains through the art of healing instead of facing their pain on their own with no one to come to their aid. However, her kingdom was built on a foundation of stubbornness, whether it be for better or worse, and was openly criticized by her friends and family that her softness would get her nowhere in a world of hardship and frigid cold.

Determined, Toasty Marshmallow Cookie continued forward, not letting anyone stand in her way of achieving her goals. One day, Toasty Marshmallow Cookie came across a severely wounded Dark Cacao Cookie, having just fended off many foul beasts of the forest, with no one to come to his aid. Upon realizing this, she managed to drag her king back to the black citadel to provide him with the proper care he needed.

However, a bruise deemed irrelevant by the pharmacists caught Toasty Marshmallow Cookie's attention and requests to aid the king's injury, to which he agrees and has it tended to through a massage. Soon revealed that the bruise was in a very vital spot in the king's dough and if left untreated could have left a kingdom with no king. Upon recognizing her talent, Dark Cacao Cookie offers her a position as his personal masseuse and she has been working for him ever since.

Silly fun facts about her:

-Whenever Toasty Marshmallow Cookie walks around, the sound of jingle bells can be heard. -Is in a relationship with Choco Marine Cookie (@foxatron-ze-geek132's OC) -Loves collecting scented candles for her sessions. Her favorite scents are fresh vanilla, peppermint, pinecones, and (of course) marshmallows! -Has her own studio at her cottage in the Milk Village and one in the Citadel (Dark Cacao set it up for her) -Even tho she is very sweet, she is a no-nonsense kind of girl and she'll shut down anything if she has to -Will follow Dark Cacao around like a puppy sometimes. Just to make sure that Dark Cacao doesn't pull his back out. (I like to headcanon that Dark Cacao has terrible back pain if he gets too angry) -She accidentally flirts a LOT and poor thing is oblivious about it

That's it lol

[misc-obeyme]

Had if mc had really bad back pain (I have really bad back pains due to my spine being weird how would the brothers and dateables deal with that?

Hi there, anon!

Okay, I did a general back pain situation, I'm sure that manifests differently for different people, but hopefully they make sense! I also did just the brothers, since I no longer do all the characters in a single post anymore. Hopefully that's okay!

Thanks for the request!

the brothers react to GN!MC who has back pain

Warnings: none!

Lucifer

Depending on how well you hide the pain, he might not notice right away, but he definitely does when you no longer have the ability to keep it under wraps. Perhaps you wince when you move a certain way or stretch out your back regularly. He sees this and knows that something's going on.

He confronts you about it almost immediately. Did you think he wouldn't notice your pain, MC? Tell him what you need to make it better. He's quick to provide anything that you say you need to help you deal with it.

Lucifer gets protective of you. If he thinks you're going to do something that might exacerbate the issue, he will gently redirect you with a hand on your shoulder. He will also just block people from touching you if he sees they're going for a part of you that he knows will hurt.

If you're in a relationship with him, he'll massage the pain out of your back himself. Takes the time to learn how to do it best to promote healing and prevent further damage for you. He acts like it's no big deal, but he looks forward to doing that for you.

Mammon

He doesn't realize that you're having trouble until you hug him for the first time. When he hugs you back, you shift uncomfortably and he can tell that something about the way he had his arms around you caused you pain. Of course he panics. Are ya all right, MC?! Please reassure him, he's really stressed out about it.

Once he understands that you have back pain, he's really careful about how he holds you. He will ask you directly if you're okay because he never wants to cause you extra pain. He also gets protective, threatening to fight off anyone who looks like they might try to touch you at all.

He's always offering to give you rides to places in his Demonio. He's realized how sometimes just walking too much can cause your pain to flare up. He suggests taking his car far more often than he might normally, even if you're not going very far.

Mammon will also make sure that you're never carrying anything. He will absolutely get one of his younger brothers to carry your books, for instance, but if nobody else is around, he'll do it himself. You can't be expected to haul heavy things with a bad back.

Leviathan

It comes to his attention when you have trouble sitting and playing video games for too long. You might stand up randomly, pace around his room, stretch out your back, or even lie down on the floor in weird positions. He's going to ask you what you're doing and while you might respond casually about your pain, he's going to freak out about it a little bit.

Why didn't you tell him your back hurts?! Levi is already on Akuzon, searching up ergonomic cushions and special pain relieving chairs. There are plenty of options, MC! Help him pick something out! Don't bother protesting because he's going to buy you a fancy chair to sit on while you're in his room whether you want one or not.

Kinda thinks you probably shouldn't sleep in his bathtub. He really would love to have you cuddle up with him in there, but he's worried about your back. He'll do whatever it takes to make sure you're comfortable if you reassure him that it's okay. If it really is a bad idea for you, he'll just go sleep in your bed with you.

He will take you to do water physical therapy. Not in any official capacity or anything, he just thinks it will help if you can move around with minimal pain. Takes you to a pool or a pond and walks around in it with you.

Satan

He realizes pretty much instantly that you've got back problems. He can tell by the way you stand. He probably knows far too much about human anatomy than a demon should, so you know he's going to talk to you about your spinal structure. Might even pull out some diagrams and ask you to indicate where the worst pain is.

Although he wants to give you a bunch of books about healing methods, he will not make you carry them. Brings them to your room and sets them down on the table for you. Peruse them at your leisure, MC, but he thinks you'll find something useful there.

Satan will definitely fly into a rage if someone bumps you or otherwise causes you additional pain. You might have to talk him down because if you don't, any demon that carelessly does this probably won't see the next day. He'll listen to you, though, if you tell him to relax, that you're okay. Really get him to back off by asking him to massage your back instead.

Okay so this might sound a little odd, but have you considered letting a cat walk across your back? Because he's pretty convinced that their little paws will be the healing cure your bad back needs. You'll likely have to talk him out of this idea, too.

Asmodeus

He also notices right away. If you so much as wince, he's asking you questions. He wants to know if you're okay. When you tell him you have back pain, he is on it. He has a million suggestions. Healing spa treatments, special lotions, taking twenty baths with herbal supplements to alleviate the pain. He's got it all.

He likes to support you physically. He'll take your arm if he thinks you're having a hard time walking due to the pain. He will also clear people out of the way so you don't have to twist in awkward positions to get by. He'll make a big fuss just to be sure nothing happens to you. Glares down anyone who gives him a hard time about it.

Listen, MC, you have to soak in his bathtub. He has the perfect bath salts for this kind of thing. The warm water and the healing remedies will have your back pain gone in minutes! If he feels like you've been having a rough day or if it's clear that your back pain is really bad for some reason, he will absolutely insist that you take a bath. He'll join you if you want, but if not, he's happy to just sit beside you and chat.

Asmo will also employ cuddle therapy. If you're in a relationship, he'll make a point of kissing gently down your spine, especially lingering on spots he knows are tender. Pays extra special attention to every part of you that deals with pain in an effort to ease it for it you. If nothing else, his touch relaxes you.

Beelzebub

Probably doesn't realize you're dealing with back pain at first. He'll figure it out at some point, especially if you refuse to do anything too physical that might strain it more than normal. At that point on, he takes it upon himself to make sure that you never have to carry anything ever again. If he thinks you're about to pick up something that's too heavy for you, he will swoop in and take it from your hands.

He wants to carry you everywhere. You don't need to walk anywhere, MC. He's more than strong enough to carry you. Let him take you to RAD and back. Let him transport you anywhere you need to go. There's no reason for you to do anything that will cause you to experience more pain.

Another one who might try to get you to do some kind of exercise therapy. Beel just thinks if you move or stretch, it might help. If you decline, he'll accept your answer. But if you accept, he'll walk you through some soft slow stretches. Might have you take up something like tai chi.

Any time you look like you're in pain, he will ask you what he can do to help. You might try to keep it to yourself or act like it's no big deal, but he's going to insist. Please give him some way to help you. He just really hates seeing you hurting.

Belphegor

It also takes him a minute to notice that there's something up with you, but when he does, he asks you about it directly. Do you have some kind of injury pain, MC? You're always wincing or stretching. He wants to know exactly what's going with you, so you had better tell him exactly what the issue is.

Obviously the best way to deal with pain is to get plenty of rest. And since you've got back pain, you should do that on a bed with plenty of pillows to prop you up. He wants you to nap with him all the time, but he won't ever get you to squeeze yourself into a tight place to do so. Not if it's going to cause you pain.

Uses Levi's Akuzon account to buy you ergonomic pillows. There are some you can put between your knees while you sleep that are supposed to help with this. He wants to know if you've tried any of these things and if you haven't, you will be soon. He's going to test them out with you because he wants to make sure you only have the best.

Belphie just wants you to be able to rest without being in pain. If sleeping sometimes causes you pain when you wake up, he'll do everything he can to help alleviate that. If just letting him hold you somehow makes a difference, he'll happily do it every single night.

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[thebibliosphere]

I’m rereading your bvd/cci/eds/migraine posts with interest, bc I’m coming at it from the other direction—cervical spine degeneration and my body’s compensation attempts being the cause of the vision and other neurological symptoms, where you seem to experience that compensating for the vision problems exacerbates the issues with your spine.

Did you end up trying the preemptive bracing, since you found that monthly hormone changes caused eds flareups and migraines? What kind of brace, if you don’t mind saying?

And do you find that chiropractic adjustments help or hurt more than massage?

Not asking you for medical expertise, but it is so nice to hear from people who are speaking from the lived experience.

Thank you!

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I haven’t tried bracing my neck yet, no. I doubled down on cervical stability exercises in PT and that seems to be helping a bit more. (Though I am still on the lookout for a brace that doesn’t break me out in hives.)

And no, chiropractic adjustments of the neck are never recommended for anyone, but especially not for anyone with cervical instability issues. I found this out after a neck adjustment tore all the muscles in my neck and required me to have an MRI to look for a possible brain bleed after I started developing neurological symptoms from the injury. I was bedridden for weeks.

This was not a “bad” or wrongly performed adjustment: it’s just the risk of having your neck adjusted.

It’s been 5 years and I still don’t have full stability on the right side of my neck and often get tingling numbness on that side.

The spinal specialist I saw for my recovery told me he used to primarily see people with brain injuries from car crashes and construction accidents. Now most of his primary patients are people who saw chiropractors and had their necks adjusted.

I still sometimes see a chiropractor for mid and lower back adjustments, and my hips because those pop out of place fairly often and my chiro is better at getting them back in than the local urgent care, but my person uses gentle stretching motions rather than the more abrupt cracking motions. She also refuses to touch anyone’s neck ever. There are far too many vital nerves and blood vessels there to risk it. The fact that she knows this makes me feel safe entrusting my pain management to her.

Massage and physical therapy are how I manage my issues the best.

Mysofascial release therapy has been very helpful for me in reclaiming a lot of my range of motion, breaking up muscle adhesions and building healthy soft tissue. There’s some new-agey bullshit claims about it, but if you find someone who knows how to do it and who doesn’t believe the “cures cancer” horseshit (claims some chiropractors also make) it can be beneficial.

The real long term progress, however, has been from regular physical therapy from providers who know how to deal with my hypermobility.

[shukakumoodboard]

a headcanon from each of the levels you just reblogged for gaalee

oh my GOD this is a top quality anonymous question op ur da BEST. yammertime. ofc since these are all for a non-canonical ship they're all deranged sparkle emoji but i digress.

for anyone who is like wtf here's the post i reblogged.

text under the cut!

level one:

one that purveyors of gaalee are very familiar with in fanon lore but i believe this to fit in nicely with canon while filling gaps: gaalee friendship developed predominantly via letter writing. reasons why i think this fits with canon 1) gaara manages to develop solid friendships with a lot of people in konoha with what is visually very little actual in-person interaction time. it stands to reason that there's behind the scenes friendship development. 2) he's the president at fourteen like he does not have time to spend on wandering the local mall like a lot of us oldmanyaois did to build our social circles, plus, he's got access to allllll the military communications options. and hawks are fast 3) we know there are multiple canonical messenger hawks! and their whole purpose is cross village communiques. of course they're all sending notes lets b so fr rn

level two:

height difference: lee is, in my head, taller than the canon suggests, and gaara is shorter. reasoning: ok look you've all seen this panel and you're telling me gaara ends up only like 4cm shorter than lee? Go To Jail

yes yes we can all discuss how they're all mid teens and have growing time but listen. gaara spent his entire childhood being effectively mentally tortured by shukaku and also his village's effective abandonment. do you think he had a well balanced diet? if we want to get scientific there's several studies that discuss how poor nutrition in childhood leads to lifelong consequences, and just because kishimoto didn't address this doesn't mean I Won't thank u. and i haven't even gotten started on the not-sleeping-thing. conversely, lee's probably been on Max Gains Training Diet since he was like. what, 10? tldr, i'm simply massaging their canonical heights in favour of what Actually Makes Sense Fucka You

i have another one for lee i think fits in this level that many of you may know from my magnus opus fight club: lee is--whether certified or not--definitely qualified to be a physiotherapist, and i think he'd volunteer at the hospital helping patients with mobility related injuries. reasoning: PLEASE in order to be a brilliant taijutsu specialist he has to have like the most intimate understanding of how the body works. that's his whole area of expertise. and i think that even post-op as a sand-squished teen he would have needed tons of therapy, and rock "paragon of virtue and chivalry and whatever" lee would absolutely feel like he needed to provide some sort of assistance to the hospo staff and help the other patients. because that's what a good shinobi would do. dattebayo

level 3:

yall know what time it is its LANGUAGE HEADCANON TIME based on, once again, all of @sagemoderocklee's fantastic lore. i think lee speaks 3, which for me are a) some form of shinobi common b) whatever the land of fire's local is, and c) something unique to team gai that's heritage based. in tgod i call it nishitsuchigo. i think gaara speaks [large number] on account of being mr sand president sir and thus becoming to some extent a diplomat, plus all those night awake? polyglot challenge speedrun. and the gaalee aspect of this is that gaara can speak all three that lee knows, so they can use that heritage based one to talk shit about their coworkers what who said that.

gaara's hugely into gardening. i think this is a fact in the databooks and we all know the screencap where he's holding the flowerpot but extending on this into truly fan-created lore i think he's definitely overhauling all of suna's food supply chains by going ham on greenhouses and very precise water allocations etc etc

lee grows his hair out after neji's death. this one is, again, well distributed across fandom because everyone, of course, is right relieved emoji. but ignoring bort entirely, lee would definitely do something to honour his friend/teammate, and i think that would be something like growing his hair out, since i don't think he'd change his style of dress and he can't learn neji's jutsu. and he's had long hair before. bring it back kishi u bastard

level 4 delusions:

theyre married. what do you mean im delulu

metal, if i am acknowledging bort which most of the time i am not, is their biological child. no i am not explaining how. my metal origin theory changes based on the fic i'm writing. currently its rock lee's tboy swag porn extension fic. hooHA. but this one only applies to when there's kids present--most of the time there aren't kids in my head

lee and temari swap diplomat roles to be emissaries for each other's villages as part of a Siq Deal to be with their respective husbandos

lee would 100% teach taijutsu to suna's academy students. why? because i said so

basically all my other headcanons tbh

omg i had so much fun with this thank you anon! <3

[trashyswitch]

Day 28: Massage

Emile treats Remy to a massage in an attempt to help him relax. But much to Remy's dismay (and Emile's excitement), Remy's a little bit ticklish on his back ribs and lower back. Can he tolerate it, even while Emile finds it funny?

Day 28! Another massage fic, cause why not. Remy and Emile are back, baby! I hope you like it!

Dr. Picani walked up to Remy, and smirked at him. “I want you to close your eyes and come with me.” Emile told him.��

“Oooh? A little surprise? For moi?!” Remy reacted, surprised. 

“Yup! But close your eyes first!” Emile ordered with a giggle before grabbing his hand. When Remy had his eyes closed and his left hand over his eyes, Emily brought Remy into the usual therapy room and closed the door. “Open your eyes.” Emile told him. When he opened his eyes, Emile presented the room to him excitedly. “Tada!” he declared happily. 

Remy looked around, and noticed that the room was pretty much the same…only it was set up as a massage room instead of a therapy room. “Wow…It’s kinda…looks like you moved only 3 things, Emile.” Remy admitted. 

Emile laughed as he placed his hands on Remy’s shoulders. “Well, kinda…but that doesn’t matter. You need a break, and I’m going to provide you one.” the doctor decided. 

Remy raised an eyebrow. “Emile, you don’t have to…seriously-”

“Shhhh.” Emile gently laid him down onto the bed, and . “Just lay yourself down…get yourself comfortable…relax…” He told him. “And let me massage your troubles away.” Emile started rubbing into his shoulders and kneading his lower neck. “B-But…Buuut…Oooooh mygod- that’s good.” He reacted, surprised to feel such professional massages against his neck. Did Emile have a secret massage therapy degree or something?!

“See? Worry not. Just unwind and allow yourself to rest.” Emile told him softly. “Dr. Picani will take care of you.” 

“Mmmm…Ohyeah…Ooooh yeah…Mmmmmhmmm…” He mumbled, grunting and humming. The massage felt amazing. Emile was such a nice person to come up with an idea like this…he had no idea what he did to deserve it. 

“How about here? Is this too painful?” Emile asked, moving down to his back. 

“Oooohgosh-” Remy grunted and let out a breath. “It’sfine. Fine. Good.” He replied with an awkward smile.  

“You sure?” Emile reacted. 

“Positive.” He replied. “Don’t underestimate me and my pain tolerance.” Remy warned. 

“Or else what?” Emile asked, poking his side. “You’ll leave your massage early?” He teased. 

Remy jumped and attempted to slap Emile with his hand behind his back. “Dohon’t poke me!” Remy warned. 

“Awww.” Emile went back to massaging his back again. “Alright.” 

Remy held onto the side of the bed as he tittered and squeezed his eyes shut. Oh no, oh no! “E-Emile-!” 

“Hm?” Emile replied. 

“W-Whahat did I j-juhust say?” Remy asked. 

“Oh? Does it hurt too much?” Emile asked, removing his fingers. 

“Noho…No. It just tickled a bit…that’s all.” Remy admitted.

“Oh?” Emile reacted, before moving to the same spot. “This…” Emile pushed down a little bit on the spot on his back. “Tickled you?” He asked. 

Remy felt a smile grow onto his face as plenty of giggles filled his lungs. “E-Ehemile!” Remy reacted. “Dohohon’t eheven think about tickling me.” Remy warned. 

“Does that mean you admit it?” Emile asked. 

“Admit what?” Remy asked for clarification. 

“That you’re ticklish.” Emile replied. 

“Well…well yeah, but-” Remy squeaked and hugged himself as Emile started kneading his lower back. “WAHAIT! EMILENO!” Remy shouted. 

Emile giggled and rubbed the lower back near the buttocks. “How’s this area?” Emile asked, rubbing his back with his thumbs.

“Ihihit’s fihine. Aha lihihittle ticklyhyhyhy, buhut not bahahad.” He admitted softly. “Oh, that’s good. We don’t exactly want to kill you during your relaxing massage, do we?” Emile teased. 

“Ihi’d rather nohohot behe kihihilled todahahay.” Remy admitted. 

“Aw man…” Emile placed his fingers near Remy’s spine. “Would you rather be killed tomorrow?” Emile asked. 

“Whahahat?! Nohohoho!” Remy replied. 

“What about Monday?” Emile asked with a giggle as he moved his fingers up his spine towards the back ribs. Emile chuckled and shook his head. “Plehease nohoho! HahahAHAHA!” Remy gripped the bed as he let out some extra pent-up giggles he had saved up in his lungs. “EHEHEMILEHEHEHEE! TOHOHOO MUHUHUCH!” Remy reacted. 

“Goodness! Looks like I found a ticklish little pot at the end of the rainbow~!” Emile teased. 

Remy snorted and cackled a little harder. “GOHOHOHOD! PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!” Remy pleaded. “IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T! IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAAA!” Remy shouted. 

“I’m not killing you! I swear!” Emile reacted, stopping his fingers. 

Remy’s laughter lessened back to softer, more breathless giggles as he tried to calm down. “Ihi…” He looked at Emile. “I thought this was a massage appointment!” Remy admitted. 

“It’s not completely a massage appointment.” Emile admitted. “It’s more a ‘loosen and relax’ appointment.” Emile explained. 

“T-tickle fights only tense me up and make me jumpy.” Remy admitted. “Tickles don’t exactly help me calm down.” Remy admitted.

Emile bit his lip as he felt Remy tense up the moment he felt his back. “I can see that…Why is that?” Emile asked, tilting his head. 

“Ihi don’t know…It just does.” Remy admitted. 

Emile smiled and started slowing down his back rubs. “How about…I slow down the massages a bit.” Emile offered, drawing circles with his thumbs. “Mmmmmhmhmhmmm…Ohokahay.” Remy replied. “Ihit feels…” He gasped and squealed in a high-pitched voice. “eeEEK! Hehe…Hehe! Suhuhure.” Remy replied. 

“Okay.” Emile focused his hands on his upper back to give Remy a bit of a break from the tickles. Though it still tickled a little bit, Emile was able to manipulate his hands so it was a little more bearable. “Is this a little better?” Emile asked him softly. 

Remy sighed, letting out a couple giggles. “Yehes…this ihis behetter. Sooo much betteher.” Remy replied. 

Emile smiled and kept it up for a little longer. He kept things somewhat quiet for a bit, letting Remy rest softly on the bed. He wanted to ensure he stayed calm and comfortable while in his massage room. 

“So…Whehen did yohou…get your massage degrehee?” Remy asked him. 

Emile smiled. “I got it at around the same time I got my psychology degree. I was very spry back then, and worked my head off for both degrees.” Emile told him. “I remember I had to finish my anatomy exam, and then head right to my graduation to get my Massage Therapy degree.” Emile told him. 

Remy smiled. “Wow…That’s a lot.” Remy reacted softly. 

“It was…It was the most stressed I’ve ever been. I couldn’t technically take a break. But…thankfully, some of my courses ended up turning into my breaktime, so it turned out fine.” Emile told him. 

“That’s…wow. I wohould never be able to doho that.” Emile admitted, still slightly giggly. 

Emile smiled and rubbed into his back ribs again, making Remy squeak. “Well…I did. So beat that.” Emile declared. 

“BAHAHA-” Remy pounded his fists into the bed. “EEEHEHEHEHEHE! EMILE NOHOHOHO!” He shouted. 

“Sorry, sorry.” He said with a giggle. “I couldn’t resist.” He admitted. 

Remy sighed and hid his face in his arms. “Picani…I can’t relax when you’re tickling me like that.” Remy told him. 

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop now. I promise.” He told him, before rubbing into his neck and shoulders. “There. Is that better?” Emile asked him. 

“Mmmmm…Mmm hmm. Thaaaat’s soooo much better.” Remy admitted. 

Emile smiled and massaged his neck and shoulders for a while. He didn’t dare go back down to his back, for fear of tickling him again. He rubbed through the traps, moved his fingers up to the spine of his neck, up to the lower scalp and scratched there a bit, before going back down to the lower neck and shoulders. 

Then, Emile grabbed some oil and started rubbing it all over his neck and shoulders, before moving down his back, and down to the lower back before moving back up to the neck and shoulders. All the while, Remy was groaning and humming softly and contently. Emile seemed to just know the spots to go for. It was…rather inspiring, actually. 

After about 30 minutes of proper massaging with minimal tickles, Emile removed his hands and cleaned up his back a bit. “There. How do you feel now?” Emile asked. 

Remy smirked and brought his head to the right to look at him. “I feel like a million dollars.” Remy told him. 

Emile smiled and dabbed his hands with a towel. “I’m glad.” he replied. “Now: I want you to take your time getting up. And if you feel any muscle aches or headaches, don’t worry…It’s normal, and it should go away in a day or two.” Emile told him. 

Remy nodded his head and slowly began to get up. “How much do I owe ya?” Remy asked, pulling out his wallet. 

“Oh my gosh, Remy…” Emile shook his head and pushed Remy’s hand of cash away. “It’s all on me.” Emile told him. 

“B*tch, no! I’m paying you.” Remy ordered, pushing the money back. 

“Nonsense. Take it back.” Emile insisted. “Emile…” Remy warned. 

“Helping my friend is reward enough.” Emile told him. 

“No, no. I’m not going to allow myself to take your love for granted. Take it.” Remy insisted. 

“You never take me for granted. So don’t worry about it. My treat.” Emile said. 

“Oh my go- At least let me buy you a coffee, or something!” Remy begged. 

Emile chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Fine…A cappuccino?” Emile asked. 

Remy smirked and nodded his head. “With pleasure.” Remy pulled out his keys and rang them in his hand. “Be right back!” Remy declared, running out of the room. Emile chuckled and shook his head as he put the fold-up mattress back into the closet. It’s a good thing he holds onto that thing after all these years…