#magic chronic pain

[whump-galaxy]

The magic user Whumpee has trained and honed their power for years. Everything comes easily to them, and very few have mastered magic quite like the Whumpee has. But one day, their power gets them better of them. They aren’t quite sure what caused it, but casting hurt.

They assume it’s a fluke. Everyone tells them a bit of rest and some reduced training will fix it.

But it doesn’t go away. If fact, it gets worse. Every spell they cast, no matter how basic, how easy, causes extraordinary pain.

Everyone thinks they know how to fix it, but as the Whumpee tries everything, people turn to blaming them. How could such a star ruin their own magic? It must’ve been something the Whumpee did to themselves.

Eventually, the Whumpee comes to adjust to a life without magic. It’s a monumental task, being forced to give up their entire life.

But they hold out hope for their body to be able to handle magic again.

[nookisms]

Oops. It's a second headcanon compilation!

Don't worry, the next one will be back to our normal schedule of regular text posts and not headcanons

Masterpost

[abyssal-ilk]

so sorry vivienne my best friend vivienne. hitting you with the chronic back pain beam. i really like the detail of her upper back having visable armor even without any added upgrades and so now im giving her a reason for that armor. back pain beam.

[colgeras]

zelda and link’s house has stores of various hyrulean herbs and plants scattered about. a bundle of dried swift violets hanging by a window, for brewing into teas on days where one of both of them don’t quite have the energy to do their daily errands. crates of endura shrooms and stamella shrooms for making into stir-fry, for days when just getting out of bed is proving difficult. hearty truffles for times when the wear of the last century becomes too much for tired bones to bear. zelda will find herself in the hateno general store picking out various ingredients, and the inn keeper who just so happens to be stocking up on milk will notice, and she will jot down tried and true recipes that will be sure to soothe link’s aching joints.

[mintyscuriocabinet]

Slán Go Fóill! 🏥❤️‍🩹

Hi all, just so everyone knows I'm going to be taking a short break from Tumblr. I'll still be here to like all your lovely posts and DMs are open for mutuals, but I won't be posting anything myself. My physical health isn't too good right now. Don't worry, I'll be back really soon!

- Your friend, Minty 💚

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

if sjm really wanted rhys to be the most powerful but also wanted him to be the ultimate victim ever looking over his shoulder, she should’ve made large uses of his powers debilitating and even just containing it leaves him in constant pain. i’m talking head-splitting vomit inducing pain after he mists people, or passing out for several days when he wipes a lot of people’s memories. it would’ve been so interesting so see a character that’s objectively op but then their body cannot handle such power. plus, his supposed cunning would’ve been more believable because he wouldn’t be able to rely on his powers so much, he’d have to be a good diplomat because if things resolve to violence, broski’s fainting. plus plus, the whole change takes time thing would’ve been…. reasonable. (still wouldn’t take 500 years tho).

[lleeprechaun]

Fluttershy wheelchair user!! 👩‍🦽💐

Finally my disability stopped stopping me from draw my disabled homies so here it's my girl🥺

[autisticslp]

Magical girl transformation but I just get a body that actually functions so I can complete everyday tasks

[dilfmobius]

coming apart at the seams (lokius)

this is just something i wrote as a way to cope with the all the bad shit i've been feeling for the past few weeks (past several months really, but whose counting?), both physically and mentally. it's going to live here for now, not ao3, because it's really just 1,300 words of me projecting onto Loki. it's messy and maybe doesn't make a lot of sense, but i haven't had the spoons to write (or do anything really) and i need to release this. my body just feels like it's betraying me at every turn, and my mental health is all over the place (negatively).

anywaaaaay here's a snippet, the rest is under the cut:

“Maybe we should see someone,” Mobius says. “Like who? A midgardian doctor?” Loki balks at the thought. “And tell them what, exactly? That I had all of time woven through my entire being and it ate me alive? That everything hurts and my body doesn’t feel like my own, and I no longer feel a connection to my seiðr – oh, and by the way, I’m also a Norse God – got anything for me now?”

Loki sits hunched over the table, a mug of hot tea warming his hands. He takes deep breaths, focusing on the lavender and lemon balm filling his senses, pushing past the throbbing at the back of his skull.

It’s quiet and still, early morning light barely beginning to filter in through the window over the sink.

Loki hears faint footsteps approaching and lifts the mug to his mouth, blowing faintly before he takes a drink. It burns his throat going down and he squeezes his eyes shut, welcoming the heat as it travels to his belly.

It’s only when he feels Mobius’ hands on his shoulders that he drops them from under his ears.

He tilts his head back, resting against Mobius’ chest, and opens his eyes.

“Hey.” Mobius’ voice carries the smile in his eyes, soft and sweet. 

The corners of Loki’s mouth twitch in a pathetic attempt at smiling back, before his face drops back down into something a little less straining.

“You been awake long?” Mobius asks, rubbing his hands over Loki’s shoulders and upper arms.

“Mm,” is all Loki offers.

Mobius doesn't press. Instead he threads his fingers through Loki’s hair, gently massaging, hoping to pour every bit of comfort he can through his finger tips. Between the tea and Mobius’ skilled hands, Loki can feel his body relaxing, melting at the warmth.

“I’m going in today,” Mobius says softly. “Just some training B-15 wants me to be a part of. I  won’t be gone long.” 

Loki blinks his eyes open and stares up at Mobius, sensing the man’s hesitance to even mention work. After everything that happened, almost losing Loki to time, seeing how keeping the timelines together nearly destroyed the god, the last thing Mobius wanted was for Loki to go back to the TVA.

“It’s fine,” Loki says. “I’ll be fine.” He tries for a genuine smile, something to reassure Mobius that he won’t break apart while he’s gone.

Mobius bends down and presses a soft kiss to Loki’s forehead. They stay still for a little while longer, letting the songbirds outside their window fill in the silence.

When Mobius had brought up the idea of moving back down to the timeline, together, Loki was a mess. He insisted that he could still contribute to the important work they were doing. He could still be of use, and he wanted to be a part of the massive changes the TVA was undergoing. No one ever found out why time had spat him out, kicked him off his throne and back to the TVA, and it filled Loki with so much dread and guilt. Once again, that feeling of worthlessness – that he was never good enough – reared its ugly head. And the physical pain that had come along with it reminded Loki that he was only ever deserving of a life full of misery. 

Loki fought Mobius tooth and nail over leaving, accusing the man of coddling him and treating him like a child. Oh, Loki had been cruel and lashed out, in fear and pain. 

But Mobius, persistent and stubborn, would not let Loki wither away.

He had been a witness to Loki putting on a brave face, moving through the constant fatigue and pain, until he just couldn't anymore. Mobius had been there through sleepless nights, night terrors and flare-ups, and everytime someone mentioned how tired Loki looked only for Loki to brush it off and move on. 

A particularly bad flare-up had Mobius’ mind made up. Loki hadn’t been able to leave his bed for a few days, basic tasks damn near impossible without someone’s help. Mobius was always that someone, he was always there no matter what. As much as Loki was comforted by having him there, taking care of him, he couldn’t help the constant guilt and shame filling him up, wrapping itself around his bones and muscles along with the pain.

Mobius had declared that he was leaving the TVA and Loki was coming with him, whether he liked it or not. Loki didn’t have the energy to argue, and Mobius wasn’t particularly proud of how he brought it up, but after shedding many tears and finally drilling it into Loki’s head that there was no greater purpose for Mobius than to take care of the God of Mischief, the choice had been made.

Mobius thought being somewhere, anywhere, other than the TVA would help Loki heal. He had hoped that connecting back to his seiðr, his healing magic, would somehow fix everything. 

Oh, how wrong he’d been.

It’s been months and Loki was still plagued with nightmares, migraines, and aches that coursed through his body daily. 

They hadn’t talked about it, but Loki’s magic hadn’t made an appearance, and he had become an anxious mess, retreating into himself. Mobius would walk in on Loki desperately trying to conjure and cast, ultimately tiring himself out – emotionally and physically. It was hard enough to watch – Mobius couldn’t imagine how hard it was for Loki.

—

“Maybe we should see someone,” Mobius says.

“Like who? A midgardian doctor?” Loki balks at the thought. “And tell them what, exactly? That I had all of time woven through my entire being and it ate me alive? That everything hurts and my body doesn’t feel like my own, and I no longer feel a connection to my seiðr – oh, and by the way, I’m also a Norse God – got anything for me now?” 

“We could go to New Asgard –”

“Absolutely not – I doubt there would be anyone who could help me anyway.”

“Then we go to Asgard, before Ragnarok –”

“No, Mobius,” Loki says, shutting down any and all Asgard talk. He’s not ready for any of that. 

Loki pinches the bridge of his nose and sinks further into the pillows surrounding him on their bed, shame and guilt bubbling in his gut. He reminds himself that Mobius is only trying to help, to be supportive in a situation neither of them know how to navigate.

Mobius pushes away from his spot, leaning against the doorway to their bedroom, so he can join Loki. He replaces a few of the pillows with himself, nudging Loki over a bit (not that Loki was in any mood to protest), carefully slipping his arm around Loki’s thin waist. It doesn’t take much for Mobius to hoist Loki onto his lap, settling him in between his own legs, back to chest. 

Loki goes willingly, ignoring that voice in his head that tells him he wants to be left alone – he doesn't. He wants Mobius near him, he wants Mobius’ arms around him, to be held together by the love and grace of this one man. He might fall apart otherwise.

Loki allows himself this simple pleasure, to be enveloped by Mobius, swathed in a warmth he never thought he would be able to feel. He wishes this alone could heal him. Loki feels Mobius rest his chin on his shoulder, so Loki turns his head to nuzzle into the scruff on Mobius’ face. 

“You need to shave,” Loki says, plainly.

Mobius huffs out a small laugh, and returns the favor by rubbing his rough cheek against the much softer skin of Loki’s. Mobius tightens his grip around Loki’s waist, and Loki brings up a hand to run his fingers through Mobius’ hair.

Loki will let himself have this.

“What about the TVA?” Mobius asks, breaking the spell in the room. Loki groans. 

“And what, in all the nine realms, can the TVA do for me?” Loki asks.

“We can visit the medical wing, maybe they can do some scans – it seems like everyday they're figuring out something new, ways to treat all kinds of things – I don’t know…” Mobius trails off, only a little bit frustrated.

None of this is Loki’s fault, or anyone’s fault, they’re just playing the hand they’ve been dealt. And both Loki and Mobius are nothing if not adaptable.

Loki shifts and twists himself around to get a better look at Mobius, searching his face for… something. 

An answer or solution. 

Mobius always had an answer for everything.

Then again, so did Loki.

But all Loki finds when he looks into those clear blue eyes, past the fear and worry, is love.

His eyes begin to sting and he squeezes them shut.

“Okay.” Loki says.

“Okay.” Mobius replies.

[cripplecharacters]

Hi, hope you're doing well! This is a super specific and long Ask, sorry!

I'm writing a slice-of-life meets superpower series where a family is cursed with the power of inconvenience. These powers are not all like the one example I'm going to address, and most of the time it's just a silly little minor annoyance, like only being able to taste the most disgusting ingredient in a dish, etc. The one I'm a bit hesitant about is a character whose destructive inconvenience causes chronic pain due to how much he used it in his teenage years. He has braces for his joints and switches between various aids depending on the day. It's explicitly mentioned that chronic pain is not the inconvenience and his power, arc and personality is almost nothing to do with chronic pain. He also doesn't use his power unless its absolutely necessary. Is this problematic, even if its stated that he does not see chronic pain as the inconvenience, rather the fact that he can't touch anything with his hands in fear of blowing it up? If so, how could I go about avoiding any negative connotations? Thank you :)

Hello,

It sounds fine except for the part where his chronic pain disorder is caused by his magic, by a curse. That can fall under the trope of disability as punishment if you aren't careful. It would be easier to modify it so that he has chronic pain and also has a curse. His curse can feed into his chronic pain. Maybe the anxiety he seems to have about his magic is putting a lot of stress on his body, making it hard to sleep, or the constant stress does what constant stress does and lowers his pain threshold, making his chronic pain feel worse even if it's at the same level as always. His stress about his powers can have a massive negative impact on his body, sleep patterns, exercise frequency, his muscles, and sensitivity to sound or touch. These impacts will make his chronic pain worse.

Anxiety is something that a lot of people with stuff like fibromyalgia have to deal with, and the consequences it has for our bodies are something we need to keep in mind. Anxiety increases chronic pain and chronic pain increases anxiety, so keeping anxiety as controlled as possible is a very good skill to have. If he doesn't have good control over his anxiety, it will make his chronic pain worse.

And, since his anxiety is caused by fear of his powers, if he has an arc where he accepts them and learns to embrace them, not repress them, that will have a positive impact on his chronic pain because all of that stress is being relived. It won't go away, of course, but it'll make his pain better. I'd recommend going that route or something similar instead to avoid his disability being caused by a curse.

Mod Aaron

[yannig]

Would you look at that Huaien: long term consequences of your bullshit that you're not gonna be able to ignore! Who could have foreseen this!

[saym0-0]

hi count fwhip's red scarf was heavily enchanted with blast protection, like, one of the strongest survival player-made enchantments recorded on fabric and gem made it as a gift. in the rapture explosion he brought it up to cover his head and neck which is what saved him from permanent scarring and disfigurement around his head and neck. :3. the rest of his body, as you may know from my other posts/art was not so lucky (scarring nearly everywhere, esp on the right side of his body and lower right leg blasted to bits/amputated :p)

[aster-is-confused]

if i had a nickel for every time the dragon prince had a plotline of "character becomes physically disabled as a sacrifice to save someone, but then gets 'fixed' by magic in less than an episode," i'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice

[whumpetywhump]

Fairyland Lovers - Ep. 28

[sailor-cerise]

tfw all your chronic conditions only have "drink water, exercise, and go to therapy" as treatment

Gee thanks wow I hadn't tried that

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1116

Anon asked:

Any prompts for a character having their magic ripped out of them?

I can give it a go:

Is the magic trapped in something? A stone/painting/jewellery? Is this item then lost?

When they’re reunited with their magic, do they have to re-learn how to keep it contained/learn to get used to it again?

Do they have chronic pain from how the magic was removed? Do their fingertips sting? Does their head pound? Do they lose their vision?

Do they feel useless/helpless? Do they run away from their magical town/team?

Are they found years later after they’ve built a sense of normalcy? How do they react when they’re told they can get their magic back.

Are they reluctant at first? After some reflection they realised that all their magic did was cause pain... do they really want to do that again?

Do they only agree when a word of an attack on the town/Big Bad is on the way?

After all is said and done... do they want to keep their power? Do they become delusional with power? Do they beg to have it taken away again?

...or do they have a renewed sense of confidence?