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Random shit while I have a headache again.
The Eclipses Show AU Edition!
Solar treats Backup and Original as his brothers once they get through the awkward adjustment phases. Solar doesn’t exactly have a good relationship with either of his brothers so he actually secretly does like having Backup and Original around because it feels like he finally has someone that cares about him.
Backup has physical backlash from the star. Namely occasional seizures and memory gaps. The memory gaps are mainly from his time having the star but there’s also a few memory gaps he has from controlled shocks given to him by the OG Blood Moon twins.
Original has high anxiety around wild animals. He just does. He doesn’t know why. In reality, it’s because animals would further break his body while he was offline and his AI developed an irrational fear of wild animals. A wolf was the reason half his leg was missing actually. And a bear was what broke his faceplate and eyes. His internals, for five months, housed a bunny. He’s terrified of most animals.
#sun and moon show#sams#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#the eclipses show au#fnaf solar#fnaf good Rclipse#fnaf eclipse#snoweytrashposts#snoweytalks#snoweyrambles#snoweyrants#sun and moon show imagines#sams imagines#tw seizure mention#murder me please#my heads gonna explode#i swear it
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( @ira-langley )
Asa sways. It’s that salty ocean smell that he enjoys - a push back to normalcy. Back to the cliffs and the open windows in Beauford Cross. Does he miss it? Normalcy being a little bed and simple meals, a bevy of medications that keep him complacent and slow? Unaware of... all of this?
A popular song plays in the back of his brain. Faux cheery when played in an echoing rec room, back then.
Somewhere, beyond the sea...
His jacket is buffeted around him. His hair a mess, a scarf that’s already coming untangled where it was once safe around his neck.
It’s so cold but his body feels warm. Magma beneath his skin.
He’s not… sad, per se. Nor is he angry. Not much of anything. His body doesn’t take in the outside stimulus as it should. It’s just a dull pulsing and wind.
Where he stands doesn't even cross his mind as precarious - and yet where he stands is on top of a bridge. There are no grand feelings or thoughts of ending it all. It's just where he's ended up stopping and standing in another sleepless night with brain fuzzing in and out after a seizure.
He's just taking in the view.
Then he sees someone. A person. Someone he must put the shroud of civility and calm and normal back on for. It's a struggle moreso than other nights. But... "Evening, officer."
#ira-langley#closedstarter#tw seizure mention#tw suicide mention#he is NOT#THINKING ABOUT IT#JUST BECAUSE. I MENTIONED IT#I WANNA BE SAFE
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okay first off i hate ads but second off how in the fuck are they allowed to make flashing ads???? a high percentage of the ads i've seen lately have a bad bright, flashing saturated colours and i'm just like ????? there is no warning to this and you can't like,, skip it? or avoid it or anything?? i mean i'm lucky that i don't get seizures from bright flashing colours but it's a widely known thing that lots of people do?? what the FUCK
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ok ok so you had an ask here about cyborg jericho hacking himself to escape control. imagine though if it caused him to have random glitches since his hacking was rushed, which manifests as seizure fits, mental blackouts and impaired vision and speech that comes and goes
ooh yeah, I can definitely see it having some side effects. He'd adapt to it, and either have work-arounds or some kind of signal (probably to Joy since she'll still be an engineer in this universe) that he needs an assist
#a fun and realistic detail for him#(well realistic as far as cyborgs go lol)#joy could help him make a text-to-speech module he can use if his voice cuts out#anon#tw seizure mention
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Here some whump. its been drifting in my google docs for a while, but here
its part of a larger series but won't be on tumblr
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I lay on my back, reading the book Doctor Harland had just given me. I liked it thus far.
He kneeled next to me, petting my stomach while he hooked me up to some kind of machine. I dropped the book, remembering the page number, and I found myself unable to move.
“It’ll be over in a minute,” he whispered. I didn’t respond as my brain went foggy and I closed my eyes.
He bashed me in the side of the face, and my eyes flew open.
I stared at him, and he said, “Begin test number G-1-7-8-8,”
My muscles tensed and I went numb as something inserted itself in both sides of my neck and my muscles spasmed and I thrashed abou-
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I came to with my muscles stiff.
“Test failed,” Doctor Harland remarked. “We need to deal with the epilepsy,”
He fastened an oxygen mask over my face and put an IV in my skin.
“We’ll feed you tonight, ‘kay? Just sleep off th-,”
Darkness.
—
I opened my eyes in my bed, and Doctor Harland entered a few minutes later.
“Sit up,” he ordered. I obeyed, and he handed me my book again.
“I’ll get you a treat for sitting quietly and letting us test our new device on you,”
I didn’t respond, immersed in the book’s world. It was about a girl who discovered she was the daughter of King Oberon from ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’. Doctor Harland said he would get me the rest of the series after giving me a modern translation of the play so I could better understand it.
He held out something that smelled sweet and I took it, then ate it, my tail wagging happily.
He pet my head and I purred.
“One-two-seven-three, any strange feelings?” He asked.
“No,” I chirped.
“Good. Good. Nausea? Tiredness? Breathing normally?”
He checked my heart rate and breathing for any abnormalities.
“Normal. Okay. Darling little test subject, we’re going to try and treat the illness that made this test fail. We’re going to cure it,”
“What illness?” I asked.
“You- have a reaction to certain things, and it causes you to stop existing for a minute, meaning we can’t do certain tests. We try to treat it and you don’t respond to medications, so we need to cut it out,”
I felt something cold on my wrist and whimpered, “No, not again, don’t look at my brain- please!”
“What? No. The procedure requires you to be awake or you’ll die, we’ve already tested it, and it’s painful. We’d give you painkillers, but that’s unsafe until after,”
I shuddered and hissed when he brought his hand to my tail. I tried to bite him as he tied it under the bed and shackled my other three wrists and my ankles to the bed.
“Please! NO!”
“It’ll all be over soon,”
He called for Doctor Fletcher and Doctor Amatris. Doctor Amatris held my chest down and Doctor Fletcher attached electrodes to my skull, and I felt like I exploded a few minutes later. I shrieked and thrashed around, when I heard something snap.
“Oh shit!” Doctor Amatris shouted.
I felt the pain dull a bit, and Doctor Harland whispered, “Its over, you’re going to have morphine tablets now,”
“Okay,” I mumbled before changing form to my more human self and laying back, my forehead caked with sweat. They undid the shackles, and Doctor Amatris took my hand in hers and the trio set my leg in a splint.
I cried out and whimpered, “Hurts,” when Doctor Fletcher shoved a capsule into my mouth and held my lips shut until I swallowed, then gave me water.
I rolled to my side and shivered, still in deep pain. I started crying and Doctor Harland sat me up and started hand feeding me between each sob. It was cold, barely seasoned chicken, like always.
When I was done, I dove under the bed, where it was calmest, no one trying to talk to me, even though it was dark.
“One-two-seven-three, don’t be like that,” Doctor Fletcher said. “Do you want to undo all the progress in training out that habit?”
I hissed at him and swatted at his ankles, then curled into a ball and continued crying into my fur.
Doctor Amatris kneeled in front of me and held out her hand. I didn’t take it. She very gently petted the fluff on my neck, and I continued sobbing, though it made me feel a bit better.
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “The pain’s over now,”
She very slowly pulled me out, as though acclimating a fish from one tank to another. At one point I had a couple fish and a snail, and in a rage, Doctor Harland smashed the tank, killing all three of them. I cried for weeks after that, as at that point, I’d been taking care of them for four years.
“There, how do you feel?”
“Hurts,” I croaked, my voice raw. It felt like the color red to speak.
She lifted me and set me back on the bed, tucked me in like a mother would her child, and kissed me on where my forehead would be, and when she left, Doctor Harland inserted an IV into my skin. She wasn’t allowed to see it, for some reason, I wasn’t even sure if she knew.
I closed my eyes and let sleep take me.
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What was supposed to be a dreamless sleep became a nightmare, one where I was playing with a child, and we were about the same height. It was all flashing lights and pain and fear when someone grabbed me, and-
I woke up, screaming for someone whose name I didn’t remember. The IV had broken.
I took off my oxygen mask and sobbed in the dark. Normally Doctor Harland stayed to make sure I felt safe at night, it was too dark for me. I wished I had control of my lights, but past lights-out, they couldn’t be turned on unless Doctor Harland or someone else swiped a keycard.
I heard rapid footsteps, and a woman in a dark blue uniform with a thick black stick and a big spiky club opened the door, then said into a strange black box, “False alarm. One of them woke up, over,”
A garbled voice came from the box, “How?”
“Its IV looks broken,”
“Which one?”
She stepped back and looked at the sign that said my room number with a beam of light that came from a black stick.
I ran over and took the lightstick after a bit of back and forth, then clicked the button on and off as she said, “It just took my flashlight,”
I called, “Room 5-6-6 B!” and went back to playing with the ‘flashlight’, then grabbed my book and started reading with the concentrated beam of light.
The woman repeated the room number I gave her and said, “I’m gonna need back-up to get it back into bed, its strong,”
I got under my bed and continued reading, until someone else in a dark blue uniform grabbed me and bashed me with a spike on their club. I dropped the ‘flashlight’ and-
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I came to with my upper wrists shackled to my bed’s headboard and my entire body numb.
“Okay, so, two hundred million watts can cause seizures. Duly noted,” the one who’d hit me with the spike muttered.
“Seizure? Watt?” I parroted, trying to get feeling back in my tongue. “Why’d you do that?”
“Holy shit it talks,” the woman said.
“Yes I talk, why wouldn’t I talk? Also, I’m not an it, I’m- I’m a girl,”
“Someone get one of the night shift doctors,” the woman ordered. Another person left the room.
“It’s dark!” I complained.
The woman groaned and said, “Deal with it, how old are you, seven, eight?”
“Thirteen, fourteen in four months and two days,”
“How are you that old? Why haven’t you committed suicide yet?” the man asked.
“Suicide?” I’d parroted. I knew what it met at a base level, but in books they always said it in association with a stupid battle plan.
“You know, killing yo-”
“I know what it means, I just thought it only went with wars?”
“What?”
“In books,” I chirped. I motioned to one that said it, then said the page number.
“Oh-kaaay, you can read,”
“Isn’t that normal? Well except illiteracy rates in fantasy places, but isn’t it normal now?”
The man who’d left returned with Doctor Amatris.
“One-two-seven-three, what’s wrong?” she asked.
“I had a nightmare,” I replied.
“Come here,”
“I can’t,”
She took a key from one of the security guards and unlocked my manacles, then lifted me into her arms, though it was much more awkward than when I was little, considering I was about as big as her now.
I laid my chin on her shoulder, and she carried me away, off to another room, this one with more light.
“We oughta get you a nightlight,”
“Nightlight?” I parroted. “What’s that?”
“Its a little light that plugs into a wall and makes the room brighter,”
She unhooked a little square that glowed blue until it exited the wall, “Normally they come in fun shapes, but until I go shopping tomorrow, we can use this one. I’ll get a bunch of them and let you pick them out, okay?”
“Okay,” I chirped.
She carried me back to my room and lay me on my bed, and I grabbed her arm and whimpered, “Don’t go. Don’t leave me alone,”
“I have to go back to work,”
“I’m scared,” I whimpered.
She turned back around and fastened my oxygen mask on my mouth and nose.
“You’ll be fine. And if you wake up again, I’ll come back and keep you company ‘til you fall asleep again. Now close your eyes, goodnight, don’t let the bed bugs bite,”
“What’s a bed bug?”
“You don’t want to know,”
She shuddered and tucked me in, then kneeled next to me and rubbed my forehead to calm me. But sleep would be a long time coming. I didn’t fall asleep until all the lights turned back on.
#whump writing#lab whump#nonhuman whumpee#tw violence#tw captivity#tw chains#tw restraints#restrained#scared of the dark whump#whump torture#writing#my writing#whump#tw blood#tw bug mention#tw drugs#tw drug mention#ptsd mention#tw suicide mention#suicide mention#tw seizure mention#epilepsy whump#previous trauma whump#suggested conscious surgery#is that what I say? I think it is
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i found a photo of me in the hospital after my first seizure and i am wearing the most HORRENDOUS combination of clothing imaginable 😭😭
thinking of redrawing it with mikey because epileptic 2012 mikey is real
#either that or i'll just redraw it as myself#i'm not gonna share the photo rn but like. god girl what were you thinking#a blue shirt with pink and yellow cats that's obviously too small for me#light grey pajama bottoms with pink cuffs(?)#ugly ass red socks with a white pattern or smth that look a bit like the psych ward socks#the nerdiest pair of glasses i've ever owned#and leapard print trainers 😭😭 (velcro because i didn’t know how to tie my shoes)#please get a better taste in fashion omg#my first seizure story is pretty funny to me tbh#i was at my desk at like 10pm colouring a pair of sunglasses red in honour of red nose day#(it was supposed to be part of my outfit for the next day because red nose day and pudsey day tended to be non uniform days)#and all of a sudden i wake up on the floor with a mild stomach ache#now i had had a lot of those and my parents began to not trust me when i said i felt sick#but this one was a bit worse than usual#so i started making whimpering sounds to make it beleivable#and my parents (who were in a bit of a panic) misinterpreted this and thought i was in too much pain to talk 😭😭#and i was so confused because i was just. lying on my bedroom floor as my parents ran about stressed saying shit ljke#“should we call them” which confused me further because#why are you already calling the school to tell them i'm gonna be absent??????#and then someone FINALLY explains to me i had a seizure and i'm like. oh.#i have a few other odd seizure stories#like when i had a seizure while playing othello#or while playing crazy 8s on gamepigeon with my friends#or when i had sent a status “coming back from the hospital” which scared my grandma but we assured her i was fine and healthy#and that it was just a checkup and everything was good and i hadn’t had a seizure in ages#and then i proceeded to have a seizure that night.#the irony is amazing#epilepsy: making my life interesting since 2018(?)#tw seizure mention#mia has a stupid thought
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Kyoya pre-match “training” screaming and noises and being on the ground reminds me of when I’m having an Attack and need to breathe harder to calm myself from the spike of shaking and having to move in various positions of lying down (and different levels of blanket-wearing) and sitting on the sofa and petting Mulan and generally having to hold on to something so that I don’t get a seizure (which actually happened at an MRI or CAT scan last year, with these exact symptoms. I was breathing REALLY HARD AND FAST-PACED and panicking an, and I’m not sure if it’s a doctor thing or an intern thing, but THEY DID NOT NOT PICK UP ON IT until like the end-ish, even WITH my heavy breathing and pained noises (I forgot if I was crying, but now I’m tearing up at the memory).
So, uh. Take care of yourselves! Imma drink water now like I gotta do in those moments!
#Take care of yourself!#ep74#beyblade metal masters#Beyblade metal saga#kyoya tategami#Tw seizure mention#Medical trauma#Chronic condition#storytime
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Kill Code: So let me see if I got this all right. I gained sentience when we were having a period. The Creator gave me, specifically, a virus that eats at my code so much it relayed to my body. I’m underweight, a mother of three, have a brother as my baby daddy, I shared a body with my grandchild. I’m mentally ill, physically ill, have chronic pain, chronic sickness, glitches, seizures, pass outs, and I was feral for weeks before you knocked me out of it?
Moon: Yeah, that sounds correct.
Kill Code: WHY DO I EXIST EVEN!?
Moon: I’m starting to think you’re spiting a god with your continued existence, actually.
#kill lunar au#kill code moon#fnaf moon#fnaf creator#incorrect kl au quote#incorrect quotes#source: my brain#maybe canon#maybe not#we’ll know when we get there#all i will say#is chapter 69.5 will exist#and a later half chapter as well#and we all know what half chapters mean riiiight#tw caps#tw inc*st mention#tw seizure mention#tw chronic pain mention
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So my birthday is this Friday, and:
-I'm sick as a dog currently, can't see my doctor until tomorrow, and it may be covid, which would mean I'd have to be in isolation.
-In no small part thanks to my mother, I haven't hit my weight gain goal. I feel guilty but also just look awful in general, and I'm weak and in pain
-I look even worse because I've been sick and depressed during the relapse, so I haven't kept my eyebrows up after my last professional appointment, which was really difficult to do at home without equipment anyway and being nearly blind. And the appointment was in July anyway. I also haven't gotten my hair done like I usually do around my birthday. And I couldn't replace my gel nails because my mother keeps putting it off because she's a cheapskate, same as the eyebrows, so now one is broken and the rest are overgrown (I got them done in late August). There's no time to fix any of it even if I could pay for it because there's no way I can get the appointments. Even if I could, I can't call for those appointments until I'm tested negative for covid, and seeing the first point that's going to take a while
-Because dealing with my BDD and ED isn't enough, I got my period and I'll still have it on Friday, so I'm going to be super dysphoric. And only able to wear black clothes in case of stains. And not being able to take a nice bath either (can't use insertion object type sanitary products).
-My uncle/godfather is completely ignoring me
-My father has basically disappeared and hasn't mentioned my birthday once
-My mother is a piece of shit as ever and now she's taken to leaving me completely alone to go to her father's house despite me being actively sick now and not "just" disabled. Which means that I'm coughing my lungs up and with such a high fever I see double, and I still have to at minimum take care of the dog and feed myself. The last time I was walking the dog I got so dizzy because of the fever and general weakness that I almost split my head on the edge of the sidewalk but when I told her about that all she did was yell about me not being careful enough. The only times my birthday has been mentioned in the house at all is whenever I bring it up and she complains that I want everything to be about me and "ridiculously expensive things" like the nails. Btw she's still living off the money she gets both from my dad and from the government for having a disabled child and living in my house without paying rent or mortgage. So even if I was really asking for expensive things, that's my money.
-My only irl best friend dipped on me because she mixed up the dates related to an event that features one of her comics.
-Most of my online friends aren't talking to me either
-Something else that I'm really upset about but that I can't mention in a public post for more than one reason.
There's more stuff going on but these are just the recent developments as of like last month. It's like some force of the universe heard me complain about not wanting to turn 29 and also about how difficult it was going to be to celebrate and decided to make it outright impossible. Most of my birthdays have been pretty sad and lonely, especially lately, but man I suspect this one is going to take the cake. The only one that probably can't be topped is the one where I planned my super special 18th birthday for months and then I died during the party (coded during a seizure) because my chronic illness finally had it with me and suffered a steady decline ever since then.
It's really looking fucking great. Alone, looking horrid, being depressed, no party, no presents and no special food. Of all the things I wanted I am going to have literally zero.
And of course if I ever do make mention of being sad about this my mother becomes even more emotionally abusive than usual.
What's the damn point anymore?
#me#personal#abuse tw#ed tw#anorexia tw#weight mention#period mention#tw periods#dysphoria#gender dysphoria#neglectful parents#loneliness#tw seizure mention#tw suicidal ideation#tw covid mention#abandonment#birthdays#chronic illness#depression#lmao even the person I'm commissioning a bday present for myself from has disappeared on me#trees#sunflower#ali#sam#negative#negative self image#negative self talk#body dysmorphia#body dysmorphic disorder
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Location: Godfather House of Blues Status: Closed ( @burninqhill - Lux )
Buzzing. Like the sound of old fluorescent lights in an office building.
It's a distant, annoying hum in the back of his ears that Asa's gotten used to. Flits in and out depending on the day, depending on if his brain decides to function that day. It sprouts like lightning from the old burns on his temples. Phantom electricity. Apt, for how the marks were put there in the first place.
He's had a seizure earlier in the day. Because of this, Asa looks a little less put together than his usual self as he steps into the House of Blues. The underboss of Hanging Man normally sports some smart jacket. A suit and tie - at the very least, a prim button-up. But today he shows old tattoos up pale forearms, messy raven hair. Sleepless wild eyes and an old jumper. Even jeans. Abhorrent.
It is Lux he's seeking out. An unlikely cohort, a dark shadow cut from the same crushed velvet cloth as him. He does not know why. Comfort? A conversation to distract? It is almost subconscious. But he sees them at a small table in a darker corner, and finds himself plopping down across from them. "Do you have absinthe in the back by chance, darling?" Despite his disheveled appearance, he speaks calmly, Irish lilt and a weak smile. "Or perhaps a gun for my forehead?"
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When I recover from this seizure it’s so over for you bitches
#I’m fine maybe#idk I have no idea what caused it I’ve never had one before#hopefully I never will again :)#my anxiety is through the roof now though…#tw seizure mention#tw health
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Pairings: None
Word Count: 1,761 Words
Summary: After losing Blood Moon, Sun and Moon return home only to find someone later that night in the daycare.
Warnings: Angst, Blood, Injury, Mild Gore, Amputation, Trauma, Betrayal, Gun, Shooting, Seizure, Prosthetics, let me know if I should add anything else.
That Damn Tails Plushie
Sun sighed, they were home. Moon was still angry and so was Sun to a degree but Sun also understood why Blood Moon would run. They were now scared of the power Sun held, so running made sense.
Sun let Moon continue complaining about Blood Moon’s disappearance. Moon was riled up, hopefully he’d calm down soon enough.
“Teleportation!?” Moon huffed, seemingly ending his rage.
“I know, Moon.” Sun agreed.
“Ugh, fine. I’m going to sleep. This shit of chasing him down is annoying as hell. He could be in Canada by now with how long we were searching.” Moon huffed.
“Yeah, sleeping sounds good.” Sun yawned and followed Moon up to their rooms, bidding his brother goodnight as well as Solar charging in the corner. Sun laid down in his bed and plugged in to charge, falling asleep relatively easy.
Sun woke up to a loud sound in the daycare and ran out to see Moon was still sleeping deeply as was Solar. Cautious, Sun went down on Moon’s old fly wire to see what the sounds were.
The sounds were coming from behind the security desk and Sun grabbed Moon’s gun he’d intended to use on Blood Moon to investigate. It sounded oddly like the medical box was being rummaged through.
Sun slowly peeled behind the desk and stopped stock still. Blood Moon sat on the ground behind the security desk, packing gauze into the stump of his left leg and wrapping it tightly with an ace wrap, hiccuping and shaking with undoubtedly blood loss and pain.
The black and red bot was littered with injuries, cuts everywhere and gouges taken from his other leg, including a deep cut through his Achilles tendon. Their right arm was barely hanging on from what it looked like bandaged up with gauze.
Sun stared in horror and dropped the gun, which startled Blood Moon, who slowly looked up as he was caught, eyes wide and a terrified look on his face.
It was tense for a moment, Sun horrified at the sight of his severely injured little brother and Blood Moon terrified at being caught by someone while seemingly raiding their emergency kit to patch himself the best he could.
But it seemed Blood Moon cracked first, tears spilling over his face and looking back down, seemingly ashamed of himself. Sun felt a pang of concern for Blood Moon. They had fights, sure, but Sun didn’t want his little brother to be hurt like this.
“We’re sorry, we needed medical supplies and cannot get anywhere else.” Blood Moon apologized, voice almost heartbreakingly scared. Sun knelt down with them, careful holding Blood Moon’s good hand.
“Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe. I can take care of it. Okay?” Sun promised, letting his teary brother nod to him and sniffle as Sun gently began taking over the process and bandaging the rest of the wounds his poor little brother had.
“What happened to you?” Sun asked softly as he worked on the ace wrap, redoing it on Blood Moon’s stump of a left leg.
“That damned little fox. It set a trap for us! Sent us to a cage full of wolves that ripped us apart. He betrayed us. We thought we could trust him!” Blood Moon explained to him.
“They just kept ripping and tearing things off! We tried screaming but it didn’t work, nothing did! We tried to get away but we didn’t until we played dead! Everything hurt so bad and our leg was gone and almost our arm too! We tried…We tried…” Blood Moon broke down into sobs and was shaking like a leaf as Sun gently hugged them into his shoulder.
“It’s okay, you’re safe, Blood Moon. You’re safe here. You’ll be alright.” Sun promised, rubbing gently over their back and letting Blood Moon calm in his arms, hiccuping and clutching to him with his good arm.
It seemed they were truly traumatized, this couldn’t be acting with how desperately Blood Moon was clinging to Sun, shaking and crying. They wouldn’t play up something like this nor would they purposefully injure themself to garner attention. They wouldn’t be so truly terrified when they’d gotten caught.
“Don’t make us go back, please. We’re scared.” Blood Moon whispered in his other voice. Ah, right, there were two in one body.
“You two aren’t going back. You can stay here. You can be safe here. You can have a family, a bed, a life.” Sun offered.
“P-Please.” Blood Moon whispered, sniffling and trying to calm down. Sun gently pulled back and held their blood spattered face, gently wiping it off with a rag and Blood Moon gave a watery smile for him.
“There’s my little brothers.” Sun smiled, which made Blood Moon smile more genuinely, a soft, happy look on their face.
Sun realized it was the first time they’d been treated truly gently, truly without any kind of deal or exploitation or being used. It made Sun happy to know this genuine affection and care had come from him.
Sun didn’t catch it from the side of his eye but someone passed by, grabbing the gun from the ground. Sun didn’t see them until he spotted Moon from the other side of the security desk, gun raised.
Sun couldn’t even get a word out before the gun fired and Blood Moon’s look of happiness faded as he choked up blood, looking down in horror at his chest. Sun saw blood splattered onto his chest from Blood Moon’s as Blood Moon struggled to breathe, grabbing his chest as the delayed pain came on.
“Got him.” Moon told Sun proudly. Sun quickly snapped from shock and glared as Moon as he quickly scanned the wound, a bullet right through one of Blood Moon’s lungs. Sun put gauze and light pressure to the wound to stem the blood flow and grabbed the emergency oxygen machine, putting the mask onto Blood Moon’s face and turning it on to make him breathe still.
“You fucking ASSHOLE!” Sun yelled at Moon, shaking with rage as he tried to keep the gauze over the entrance and exit wounds to keep them from being exposed to the air.
“You saw me down here with him! You saw me taking care of him! Does he look like he can hurt anyone!?” Sun seemed to simply snap with rage.
It could’ve been just the disregard of the situation Moon had or it could’ve been the stress lately. But Sun finally came undone at seeing Blood Moon getting shot when the black and red bot was finally beginning to see change as a good thing sent him off the handle.
“Sun, we agreed-“ Moon began.
“I don’t care what the fuck we agreed! Fuck what we agreed! Screw the fucking plan! They came for medical supplies! They came for a safe place to treat their fucking wounds! Not to be shot at when they were finally accepting help! That little rat you killed sent them to their death and they barely survived, they came here terrified! They were scared to see me when they weren’t even doing anything wrong! They don’t deserve to be shot at and they don’t deserve to be treated like they’re some monster! They needed help, not to be given even more injuries!”
Sun couldn’t stop the word vomit of pure fury he had in this situation. Moon looked between them, horror growing on his face when he saw Blood Moon’s missing leg in specific.
“Oh Jesus fucking Christ!” Moon gasped, eyes widening as he saw all the injuries.
“Yeah, exactly. All those are from that damn fox thing. It sent them into a trap, wolves ripped them apart.” Sun watched Blood Moon as he huffed and struggled the oxygen, groaning in pain as his eyes rolled back into his head, body shaking more and convulsing.
“Hands off!” Moon pulled Sun’s hands away and he carefully put Blood Moon onto his side into a recovery position, fingers careful getting frothy saliva from Blood Moon’s mouth once the seizing stopped.
“What’s happening?” Sun asked, voice a little scared. Would Blood Moon life past something like that in the state he was in?
“He had a seizure, probably from shock and blood loss. I need to get him upstairs and fix what I can. I need you to go wake up Solar.” Moon told him, sending Sun off.
Sun immediately ran upstairs to Solar, waking him up by shaking his arms.
“Huh? What?” Solar asked.
“Okay, Blood Moon is good. Moon told me to wake you up. I think he needs help fixing Blood Moon. He got mauled by wolves.” Sun quickly explained.
“Oh shit.” Solar groaned, unplugging from his charger and getting up, stretching and cracking his joints into functional order as Moon came up on his fly wire with Blood Moon in his arms, landing on the balcony. “Fucking hell!?” Solar exclaimed upon seeing just how injured Blood Moon was.
“In my room, now.” Moon dragged Solar into his room and Sun paced waiting. He was so worried about his little brothers. Sure, the gunshot was near the top of the list of worries but the lost leg was even more worrying, the blood loss.
It was sunrise before Moon and Solar came out, Moon carrying Blood Moon, who was awake and somewhat aware. Blood Moon’s eyes flashed red and pink upon seeing Sun and lit up with joy.
“We were able to fix everything but his right arm. It was numb and grey by the time we tried to fix it so we had to amputate it. The computer is working on prosthetics for him. For right now, he has guards on his connectors we put in so don’t cut or stab yourself on them.” Moon warned as he gently sat Blood Moon onto the couch, where Sun practically collapsed to hug Blood Moon.
Get stabbed or not, Sun was going to hug his little brothers. Blood Moon cuddled against him and grabbed on tight with their left arm, their remaining one until the prosthetics were finished.
“I told you, you’re safe here. Nothing will ever hurt you again.” Sun promised.
“We’re home.” Blood Moon whispered, eyes slowly shutting now that they were comfortable and relaxed, melting into the warmth Sun offered and Sun freely offered it.
Moon and Solar sat beside the two cuddling on the couch, making sure both of them were okay as the two waited for the prosthetics to be done to attach them.
Truly, Blood Moon was home. Sun would make sure of it.
#sun and moon show#sams#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#fnaf good eclipse#fnaf solar#fnaf bloodmoon#snoweywrites#tw angst mention#tw blood mention#tw injury mention#tw gore mention#tw amputation mention#tw trauma mention#tw betrayal mention#tw gun mention#tw shooting mention#tw seizure mention#tw cursing#tw caps
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My Tightest Dress
I used to share my clothes with you.
I used to share my heart
And my home
And my love
And my money
So much money.
I paid for everything.
Our food,
Our dates,
Our housing,
Thousands of dollars in gifts,
The rings,
Everything.
I even paid for our bed in its entirety.
I should’ve taken it in the divorce.
We were never married,
But somehow we were,
In your mind at least.
We were wives a month in,
Even though i couldn’t ever be someone’s wife.
But the split was,
In fact,
Your fault.
You made your choices,
And i walked on eggshells blindly
Because i trusted you.
I wore my tightest dress,
My best shoes,
My pretty underwear,
A face of pristine makeup
That you would later ruin,
Either with kisses
Or with psychological violence.
You did unspeakably horrible things.
You’ve become the main antagonist,
The worst antagonist,
Of my nightmares.
Hell, you’ve surpassed my dad,
The worst of the worst.
After all,
Why do you think that
So many of our alters
Are children?
Are you proud of yourself?
Are you honored
To be the cause of such intense dread?
Of panic,
Of trauma,
Of nightmares,
And seizures,
And depression,
And nausea,
And paranoia?
Do you revel in the joy
Of the atrocities you’ve committed?
Tell me,
How does it feel?
I hope you have a beautiful life,
Full of beautiful things,
That you inevitably destroy.
The pain you’ve caused
Will inevitably return to you
Three times over.
So go on,
Take everything.
I want you to.
I dare you to.
Go on.
I’m waiting.
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I could’ve sworn I made a post on this mini situation going on with Spike, but I can’t find it so here’s what briefly happened:
Spike was laying on his side, struggling to get up & shaking as if he was running. When I managed to help him calm down and stand up again he was getting much closer than he normally gets to me. I was worried he had a seizure so I texted my aunt who lives in the same area my grandparents live and asked her to come over. See if anything was going on with him.
Well, she just left a minute or two ago and she explained what she thinks happened with him.
Puppy sleep.
This old man fell asleep and had a dream that when he woke up, he couldn’t stand and proceeded to flail on the floor in a way that made my grandma ask if he was having trouble standing which resulted in me thinking he was having a seizure. I love this dog, but Jesus Christ did he scare me.
#ather talks#spike situation: electric Boogaloo#The tiny dog is currently sleeping in his bed#dogs#dogs of tumblr#tw seizure mention
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"What a beautiful day to be having a seizure/tick attack (fuck if i know) beneath a bed!"
-- my body, an asshole, who loves to torture me.
#vent post#tw seizure mention#tw ticks#i dont know whats wrong i don't know whats WRONG WITH ME#WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING#personal
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Truth
CW: gun, swearing, violence, attempted murder, seizure mention, morphine mention, (magical) poisoning, knife, hospital whump, slavery mention, death mention, gag whump
Tatiana
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Shit, shit, shit. The wolf was swimming toward me.
I backed away and it stopped and tilted its head. I could see its legs churning water, and someone on the opposite shore had a gun pointed at it.
“Shit,” Moon breathed.
I tried to chase it away by splashing water, it only approached even closer. Why? Why would it do this? It was supposed to be scared of people. Unless…
It jumped out of the water, then sank to its knees and lay on its chest. There were little nubs on its shoulders, threatening to explode.
Ashley kneeled next to it and whispered something in a language I didn’t know, and it responded.
Bramble kneeled next to it as well, twining their tail around the wolf’s front right paw.
“Defend her,” Ashley ordered.
I nodded and got to the very edge of the shore, standing in front of it.
The person with the gun fired a warning shot, and then shot around me, hitting the wolf.
It howled, and practically exploded into the blue dust that had littered the ground after that weird storm. Moon had been spared from the blast, but Ashley, Bramble, and I had been covered in blue, and it cut a bit into our skin and swimsuits. Trees all around us had been covered as well, and small plants had been leveled.
The wolf stood and ran away, its leg shaking, when it looked back at us and said something to Ashley.
Ashley immediately got into the water and most of the blue dust came off, all but the stuff stuck deep in her curly dark fur and hair.
I got into the water after her, and the person with the gun left, thank god.
The dust came off surprisingly easily.
My phone was on a rock on the banks and lit up.
I got out once I’d gotten all the dust I could, and dried off before checking the text.
‘Hey, you alright?’ Cami had texted me.
‘Yeah. Just saw a wolf! It kinda covered me in dust tho-’
‘Cool. Anyways I got shot again so I’m off to the hospital, yay /s’
‘Again?!’
‘Just can’t stay out of trouble, also someone does have a vendetta against me so…’
‘Who?’
‘Hunter,’
‘Why him?’
‘He blames me,’ she wrote. Then, after a minute, she wrote, ‘We were attacked by a big wolf, and I told him to run and he blames me. It attacked him, not me,’
‘What?!’
‘He’s stupid,’
‘Agreed,’
‘See you in school, I’ll probably be better tmrw. Oh also apparently all my bones are pneumatic lol,’
‘What?’
‘I have bird bones essentially, meaning, if i had wings, i could fly for a short distance!’
‘Cool,’
‘I’m also at risk of osteoporosis but probably not my mom is the exact same,’
‘Osteoporosis?’
‘Brittle bones stuff, its all medical nonsense to me,’
It didn’t seem that way.
‘Well, see you tmrw,’ I texted. Cami replied with a thumbs up, and we didn’t text again that day.
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I had a strange dream of a giant wolf and a white haired girl, and when I woke, it still confused me.
Cami
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I hated lying to her. I hated hated hated it, but it was to protect her.
My mom came home the second she found out I’d been shot again, and now I was in a hospital room on recovery, barely thinking, just watching something on the TV. The shot hadn’t pierced bone, just my squishy wizard tissue.
Doctor’s words, not mine...
…I think.
Tatiana came to visit me and I have barely any memory of it, but she gave me a little gift, a still-hot tin of something she called feijoada. Black beans, pork and rice.
“Thank you,” I think I whispered.
I ate it when I got hungry, and had my tail been out, it would have wagged ceaselessly. Or as close to ceaselessly I could get without my muscles hurting and then some.
“Like it?” I think she asked.
Then came the one part I know I recalled correctly, since I looked it up. About twelve times in two hours because of morphine, according to the search history.
She explained its cultural meaning to her and I listened and told her that I would remember. Lo and behold, I did.
She eventually left, and I felt tired and shut off the TV, but sleep refused to come.
Probably to my advantage.
After a bit of lying on my back, I heard my door open and seven sets of hushed footsteps, then felt something over my face. I struggled and kicked, then calmed a bit and went limp.
They, thinking I was dead, kept the pillow over my face for a few moments longer. My lungs burned and burned and I felt the pillow come off, and opened my eyes as I shot up. Gold reflected on the tiled floor, in one of their eyes as I looked at him and he collapsed. Gold in the reflective blue dust that exploded from my fury.
I screamed as the other six grabbed me, and one made the foolish mistake of covering my mouth. I bit down and he screamed, then collapsed in a seizure. A storm boomed outside, likely my doing, and with each lightning strike, I felt weaker, until the world went black.
Surprisingly, I woke up in brightness. Still in the hospital.
A kenomi man stood over me, his tail puffed up. My eyes were still golden.
I let the gold fade with breathing exercises, before whispering with clear, angry words, “What happened to the people who tried to murder me,”
It wasn’t a question. It was an order.
“They were arrested and charged with first degree attempted murder, assault, vandalism, and trespassing,” the kenomi replied. “Are you alright?”
I nodded and said, “I’m fine,”
I heard a weak, tiny cry for help from someone in my pack, a little girl named Irene, and stood. I didn’t mind the pain. She needed the help more than I needed rest.
“Chamomile, stay seated,” the kenomi ordered.
He grabbed my shoulders and sat me back on the bed.
I struggled against him and eventually snarled, “One of my packmates is in trouble. Let me go, please,”
“No. You are staying here, whether you like it or not. You need rest,”
I groaned and lay back down, then whispered, “What if she dies? She’s only a child,”
“Really?” the kenomi asked, raising an eyebrow. “How old is she?”
“Seven,” I whispered.
“Go then. Four hours. If you’re not back by then, you’re not going anywhere for the next two weeks,”
I nodded, shifted, and squeezed out the window, and jumped down from the second floor. I rolled when I hit the ground and bolted. A car pulled into the parking lot, and I dodged it and bolted to the woods.
About half an hour later, a roar from Thea. A ‘where the fuck are you’ call, if you will.
I howled in response to her roar and bolted to where she was. The pack’s encampment. I was there in two minutes.
A human girl kneeled in the center of the clearing, her wrists bound behind her, blindfolded, and gagged. Her left arm was covered in black and purple spikes, Irene sat on her lap, and Alex held a knife to her back.
I shifted back and looked at the girl, then boomed, “What the hell is this?”
Thea pulled Alex away and glared at him with her cold eyes. “I told you she wouldn’t like this,”
I undid the girl’s bindings, and she immediately blurted, “Don’t kill me! I’ll do anything!”
She broke into racking sobs.
“What happened,” I barked.
“Irene was caught and this one was going to kill her, but decided against it. Silvia killed everyone but this one,”
“And her arm?”
“That was my fault,” Irene admitted, her lip trembling, “I was scared and bit her and the poison that was out did that to her,”
I lifted the girl’s arm, and she winced.
“Can it be undone?” I asked Irene.
“No cure, just prevention,” I heard Silvia reply. The hunter shrank into herself and I saw her eyes bubble with fear.
“I’ve seen this with Helix when he would torture humans before turning them. There’s no cure, and to stop its spread, we either kill her or turn her. Otherwise she’ll be dead within two days. And you’re the only one in the pack who can turn her,”
I swallowed and asked, “Do you want to become one of us? It will be painful, and I assume the hunters won’t be all too pleased,”
Unless they’re the faction working with Helix.
Three factions, one worked with Helix, the Critura before me, and wanted to enslave all of us, one tried to find a way to save werewolves and turn them human. The people who came back from them weren’t ever right, and wasted away with Viper and Olivia and James for weeks to months to years of screaming and begging for everyone to let them die, though they weren’t injured physically, before finally being granted entrance to Voltrip’s domain. Death.
The other one killed mindlessly. The factions were all part of the same group, but it was strange.
“Please. Pleasepleaseplease,” she begged. “I don’t wanna die,”
Her voice broke and she went back to sobbing.
“Okay,” I said. “It will hurt, but you won’t remember until the full moon, okay?”
One week.
She nodded and swallowed, “Do it,”
I lifted her wrist to my mouth and bit down. She screamed and kicked for a moment, then started shaking in a seizure.
I regretted all the pain I caused, but it was so she would live. She deserved to live.
“Get her to Viper,” I ordered. “Try to dull the spikes so she doesn’t hurt herself. Bye!”
I shifted and ran off, when I saw Tatiana. She was sitting on a rock with a sobbing Moon and trying to offer comfort.
She hugged Moon close, and I shifted into my human form and limped over to her, though it hurt quite a bit. I could spare the time, it took me an hour to get to camp.
Tatiana gasped and Moon looked at me.
“Oh. Uh- hi Cami,” Tatiana said.
I didn’t expect such a calm response.
“Thought you were in the- the hospital,” Tatiana said. I saw her reach into her pocket and pull out a flimsy knife.
I raised my hands and said, “I had something to attend to, I’ll be on my way,”
Winter came out of the trees and grabbed me, then pulled me away and started scolding me.
“Showing yourself to humans? You know not to do that!”
And Tatiana had followed us, then threw her knife. Winter threw up her arm and the knife bounced off a wall of solid ice and the blade broke. Winter looked pale and fell, like she rarely used her magic.
“Cami! Who is that?”
“My sibling’s girlfriend, sorry,”
I sat her up and said, “I gotta go back to the hospital so bye!”
I shifted and ran, not minding that Tatiana chased after me. I quickly outpaced her.
She called my name, and I stopped.
“I- you’re a werewolf?”
I dipped my head in a nod, then said, “Gotta get back to the hospital,”
She hugged me and ran her fingers through my fur, and I decided to let her on my back, if she insisted so much.
She declined, hugged me again, and went back to her probably confused friend.
I ran back to the hospital, and still had two hours to spare as I wriggled in through the window.
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