#tailbone pain awareness day

[mental-mona]

I rarely see anything about this, and I've had tailbone pain since I broke the damn thing at age 13. My pelvic floor PT has worked wonders on it, but it still low-level hurts more often than not. Should I decide to do more than PT, apparently there's a specialist out there! Surely I'm not the only one...

[rumeras]

Xavier | Drunk I Love You

saw a video on tiktok that gave me an idea for a short xavier moment so here we go :)

word count: 1.3k

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Tara was so dead.

You really had no idea how the night had gone the way it had. Your wonderful friend had somehow found out about a successful mission your team had completed. It wouldn't have been a big surprise that she'd found it out.. if it hadn't been a covert operation in the N109 zone that lasted 9 months and had come to a close days before.

But, she got her intel from someone (definitely looking at Nero) and dragged you and Xavier out to celebrate. The night was pleasant, or it was until you saw Tara standing outside a club, not the restaurant she said she was bringing you both too.

Two hours later you stand outside supporting Xavier's weight as he leans into you with his arm over your shoulder. Tara had disappeared some thirty minutes ago with a promise to come back, but she was a liar.

Xavier nestled his face into the crook of your neck as you stopped beside some parked cars on the empty street four blocks from the club.

Heat rushed to your cheeks at the action and you cleared your throat, "Xavier, can you stand up straight?"

You knew he was a lightweight, but you didn't think he was that much of a lightweight. He'd had a shot and half a fruity drink before his face had gone red, and two more drinks after that he was slumped on the bar. Babbling nonsensical things about wanderers and Jeremiah.

He hummed in response to you as he stood up to his full height and pulled himself off of you. He stumbled back at the action, you gasped and scrambled to catch him. He threw his arms up to ward you off as he swayed slightly but eventually righted himself.

"S'okay." He shook his head and you could see him scrunch his face up as he blinked his eyes, seemingly to clear his vision.

You reach a hand forward as Xavier tilts on his feet, your hand on his chest steadies him again. Once he's able to hold his own weight you go to pull your hand back but his own shoots to yours and holds it firmly to his chest.

"Y/N.." He looks down at you with hooded eyes, your breath catches slightly at the look. The warmth of his palm has you all too aware of how close he is to you.

The thought of his hand caressing your check, slowly reaching back and running through your hair causes you to snap back to reality and shake your head. You peel his hand off yours and grab his wrist to pull him forward.

"Let's get you home."

You don't get more than a step before he's yanking his hand from your grip, it's your turn to stumble back. He isn't there to catch you, as he's catching himself so you end up falling back onto the pavement.

You moan in pain as the throb in your tailbone sets in, you rub your backside with a dejected sigh. You weren't a very good babysitter it seems.

"Shit, I'm sorry." Xavier shakes his head to get rid of the fogginess, he squats down to be eye level with you.

He watches as tears prickle in your eyes, at the pain. One second he's just staring and the next his body is moving for him. He's wiping your cheeks to rid your face of the wetness before he can stop himself.

You freeze and watch as his hair falls into his eyes, the slight pout on his lips as his fingers dance across your skin makes you suck in a breath.

Xavier and your relationship was...complicated at best. It seemed that there were romantic feelings involved, but there was nothing but fleeting glances and the occasional brush of touch. You were too worried to inquire more into it, and he seems absolutely oblivious to it all.

"I have to tell you something."

The intense look in his eyes makes you look away, with a forced laugh you shake your head. You begin to climb to your feet, flinching at the sting of your butt.

"We can talk about it later."

His hand shots out as you stand up, grasping your wrist with an urgency you didn't know he had. You glance down at him with furrowed brows.

"Xavier—"

"I want to talk about it now." His eyes are much darker now, serious even. You sigh and try to pull him to his feet.

Xavier absolutely ragdolls out of your grip and flops back onto his butt in the street, you give an almost breathless gasp as you try to save him but fail. Completely surprised, you glance around to see if anyone is in the area but you two.

"Why won't you look at me?" His voice is deeper as well, the playful drunk slur is no longer evident.

Taken aback, you glance back down to him. He's leaned back on his palms looking up at you, the streetlight flickers above the two of you for a moment.

"It's 1am Xavier—"

"I love you."

"—we should really get back to our.."

You go quiet, your previous thought flung out the window like a frisbee. Your gaze snaps back down to him, he's swaying slightly even sitting back on his palms. The words formulate on your lips as you mouth them, just to ensure you heard them right.

"Yeah." Xavier nods his head and it droops a little low before coming back up to stare at you. His tone is so matter of fact. "I love you."

Blood roars in your ears, so many thoughts are swirling in your mind that you don't even think you can compile any of them into a coherent sentence. Xavier reaches one of his hands out to you, his fingers flutter, beckoning you closer.

Hesitantly, you place your hand in his.

Only for him to yank you down between his open legs. You try hard not to fall as you kneel in front of him, your thighs brush against his own as he curls his legs around you holding you almost in his lap.

His fingertips ghost across your cheek and move to grip the back of your head softly, almost like he doesn't want to hurt you.

"I just needed to say that now."

And by the way your cheeks flush, and how you avoid his gaze. He knows you feel it as well. He tugs you closer by the nape of your neck, you use your hands to stop yourself from falling into his chest.

The warmth of your hands on him to steady yourself almost makes his heart combust. The feeling of having you so close could almost sober him up, maybe make him rethink his drunk thoughts.

Your noses touch and your breath mingles together between you. You glance down at his lips, and he watches you do so. The flush tone of your face, and the heavy beat of his heart are almost too much to take.

"Xavier." It's a whisper but he swallows it as he closes his lips over yours.

You make a sound of surprise as your hand grips tightly onto his dress shirt, you don't know if its to steady your dizzy head or to pull him closer. He meets you in kind and uses is free hand to grab your waist and pull you closer, effectively moving your legs to straddle his own waist.

There's a seconds pause were the kiss break and you suck in a deep breath, your eyes meet. The need to be closer has you cupping his cheeks and bringing his lips to meet yours again.

From peppered kisses to a full-blown make out session, your night had definitely take a turn.

Xavier breaks the kiss, his thumb hovers over your bottom lip as he gazes up into your eyes. They shine so bright under the harsh glow of the still flickering street lamp above.

"So, it's mutual." There's a pause of silence before you break out into a fit of laughter, you wrap your arms around his neck.

Pulling him into your chest you smile, "I love you, Xavier."

my first post!!! hopefully yall like it T^T ♥

[juceynightmare]

my answer is you (18+) part 1 - aew hook x fem!reader

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warning(s) for this chapter: swearing, marijuana usage

pairing(s): aew hook x fem!reader

genre(s): enemies-to-lovers au

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she’s so annoying.

tyler doesn’t understand how she’s managed to charm everyone else in his friend group. the usage of “his” is possessive in this sense because tyler would rather die than call it their friend group. they were all in the martin brothers’ hotel room, with the boys passing around a joint and singing along to this horrible trolls soundtrack that y/n had suggested.

getting high was meant to keep him relaxed and ignore the constant ache his body was in because of his job. for the past half year or so, tyler’s been getting insanely high to the point of being nonverbal to keep himself from chewing y/n out in front of his friends.

“this is the best song in the entire soundtrack, and i will not be letting any of you say otherwise.” she proudly declares from where she sits the one chair in the room. the rest of them were crowded sitting on the floor with their backs pressed against the ends of the beds, with anthony being the closest to y/n and tyler being the furthest.

to tyler, it felt as though her being on an elevated level was a direct correlation to the way she had the rest of the lads wrapped around her finger. with her being just a few months younger than dante, it officially made her the “baby of the group” as anthony proudly declared.

the need to break free from this was awakened in tyler, and he pushed himself up off the floor to sit on the bed instead. “my ass started hurting.” he mumbled lowly when dante looked up at him with confusion as plain as day written on face. tyler made himself comfortable on the bed as the tune of justin timberlake singing as some gloomy, fucked up troll started blasting from the speaker.

he wanted to reach over and turn the speaker off himself. the song wasn’t even that bad. he enjoyed the harmonies even if the lads and y/n singing along off-key were ruining the live experience of listening to the song, without their singing it was an objectively good piece of pop music.

it was just that because y/n liked it that he found the song horrible.

call him childish. he’s fully aware that it was a childish reasoning for him to dislike something so strongly just because someone he didn’t like liked it. as tyler stared at the woman who was still happily singing along to better place, he remembered the first time he had met her.

he fell to the floor with a pained groan, a sharp pain shooting up and down his body and beginning from his tailbone that he had just landed on. he had stretched his hands out behind him to try and soften the landing as soon as he felt himself begin to fall backwards, but that had only resulted in him landing roughly on one of his wrists and his camera that he held in his other hand to hit the ground with a loud crash.

“fuck, my project!” came a shrill voice from in front of him. tyler opened his eyes that had squeezed shut in the fall to see a girl on the floor in front of him, rapidly picking at the pieces of what he could only assume to be for the 3d art class they had.

he took one glance to his right, staring down at where his camera was now on the ground. “your project? what about my fucking camera? it’s broken!” he angrily barked at the girl, scrambling to sit up on his knees as he picked the camera up off the floor and inspected the damage.

the lens shattered, the camera refusing to turn on, and even worse, the slot to take out his roll of film refusing to open - tyler was livid.

“you can buy a new camera, i worked hard on this project! this took hours and days of my time and now it’s ruined!” he heard the girl spit back at him.

he flicked his head to look at her, something akin to a burning flame ignited in his veins. for a moment, tyler had forgotten that they were in the hallway, and that there was now a crowd of students forming around them to watch the exchange. all he could think about was the fact that she had practically spit on and stepped on his camera metaphorically.

you can buy a new camera. you can buy a new camera.

“why don’t you buy a pair of glasses and watch where you’re fucking going.” he spat, pushing himself up off the floor and raising to stand up staight - the remnants of his camera long forgotten on the floor as he took a step towards the smaller girl who had now risen to stand as well.

they were far from standing eye-to-eye. tyler was about to take a step towards her when he felt someone’s palm rest flat against his chest and push him back.

“ty, chill, dog. that’s a female.” came the undeniable voice of his lacrosse team captain, mitch.

tyler allowed mitch to keep pushing him backwards in the hallway, but he kept his gaze on the girl who was now being consoled by who he could only assume to be her friends.

tyler knew she could rebuild her project, and with the perfect puppy-dog eyes, she could undeniably gain an extension from the far too generous art teacher.

he could buy a new camera, but he couldn't buy back its sentimental value.

tyler blinked and pulled himself out of his own thoughts, seeing that y/n was now standing in front of him with that wide smile spread across her face. her hand appeared in front of his face, waving back and forth. “earth to ty! c’mon, anthony and action left already, darius is asleep, and dante just went to shower. that’s our sign to also leave.”

he let out a huff of air as he swatted at her hand. a sign for her to step back from him and one she respected.

“i’ve known you longer than these dudes have. i still don’t know why you’re so mean to me.” she said, her tone light.

tyler pushed himself up off the bed and went to collect his backpack from off the ground. he pulled a face, looking at the girl with what he would dub his best “you know what you did” look.

“oh come on, ty! it’s been years and i apologized the day after. don’t tell me you’re still hung up on that. besides, i know you bought a new camera. just like i told you that you could. justin told me how you were acting like you were hired by tmz the first day you brought it to school. how many times do i have to say sorry for breaking your camera?” she giggled.

'until i forgive you.' he thought. he narrowed his gaze, that same anger that had laid stagnant in his body since he graduated high school and remained dormant until he had locked eyes with her again for the first time in their workplace rise to the surface. 'so never. i'd like to see you buy back my fucking-'

y/n gestured with a nod of her head for them to leave the room. she took the first few steps, leading the way out and expecting tyler to follow her.

he followed.

tyler didn’t answer, and settled for rolling his eyes. “oh i forget you don’t talk when high. it’s okay, we both know i love to yap!” came her cheery voice. they were walking side by side now as they made their way down the hall where their rooms were. luckily, they weren't neighbors.

ever since y/n had became all elite and been welcomed by his friends into his friend group, y/n had taken a liking to tyler specifically. at first, tyler thought it was because he was a familiar face in an unfamiliar environment. he only found it weird once he realized that she was quick to befriend practically every single one of their coworkers.

she wasn't shy by any means. she had developed a crush on tyler.

he can't wrap his brain around why she'd ever develop a crush on him when he refused to talk to her ever.

he stopped in front of his hotel room door, with y/n still standing beside him and talking his ear off about how children's movies always seemed to make her cry. he took his hotel room keycard out of his wallet, unlocked his door, stepped in and shut the door just as-

"goodnight ty! i'll see you tomorrow!"

god, please put an end to his misery.

[jtl07]

Prompt: Secret Santa 🎅🏼🎁

hello hello! going with some sort of office au for this one - thanks for joining in the shenanigans!

Beatrice's first thought when she receives her Secret Santa assignment is, inexplicably, The Little Mermaid, specifically the song "Part of your world."

Well, not so inexplicable considering that a) she's been assigned to Ava and b) they'd spent their last movie night on the couch with Ava murmuring along to all the songs, eyes alight and giggles as soft as the blanket they'd shared, as soft as the cheek Ava had rested against her shoulder.

And because c) what does one get the girl who has everything?

It's not that Ava doesn't have wants - Beatrice is more than aware of her dreams and desires, knows how wide and varied they are: a trip to the Blue Grotto, the little Santa rubber duckie she'd seen in a store window, beating Lilith for Employee of the Month. But all of these are things that are within Ava's reach, that Beatrice knows she's already on her way to achieve, that she doesn't need help with; that she hardly needs help with anything, least of all from someone like her.

"You're stressing way too much over a gift that's supposed to be less than $20," Camila observes on their lunch break, eyeing the spreadsheets and printouts littering Beatrice's desk (end of year planning can wait a couple days, Beatrice justifies to herself; it's not every year she's given a duty as important as this).

"You know she'll be happy with anything," Camila continues as she finishes off her burger and eyes Beatrice's fries.

Beatrice turns sharply in her chair. "How do you know who I have?"

Camila gives her a knowing look. "There's only one person who ever gets you like this, Beatrice."

Beatrice huffs, claims that Camila is no help at all and sends her away, giggling after stealing Beatrice's bag of fries but Beatrice doesn't notice.

So what if she wants to make sure the gift is perfect. Ava deserves nothing less. Deserves more; deserves it all.

**

Her only reprieve is walking through the Christmas market later that day, Ava having tugged her towards the square while batting her eyes and a pout on her lips. "Fine," Beatrice had sighed, "Fine." Had stuffed her hands in her pockets and ignored Ava's fond laugh, had leaned into Ava leaning into her as they made their way down the line of stalls.

She'd forced herself not to think of Ava's rosy cheeks, or the way she'd leaned in to share various treats on sticks; forced herself to remind herself that they were friends, and that Ava deserves so much more.

She doesn't ignore, however, the way how Ava squeals when they catch sight of an ice skating rink, or how she sighs longingly and says how she'd likely break her tailbone if she ever tried. Starts to form an idea in her mind as Ava drags them away and on to yet another stall.

**

Beatrice lingers just inside the entrance, spotting Ava easily among the crowd moving on to and off of the ice rink. There's several ways this could go (she'd come up with at least 17 different possibilities last night, had settled on mild disappointment as the most likely and least painful of them all). She'd seriously considered backing out and calling in a favor with JC or Hans, forestalled only by the memory of Ava's joy, and a hope that drives her slowly forward.

Still, Beatrice walks toward Ava slowly, trying gauge Ava's mood. She's excited, that much is clear in the way she's tapping her feet, checking her phone, fixing her hair - Beatrice pauses at that. She's only seen that particular tic a couple times before, always before a date. Her mind goes into overdrive, adding now an 18th possibility, now feeling wholly unprepared -

"Bea!"

Ava's on her feet in a flash, rocks forward then just as quickly back, as if catching herself. It doesn't dim her smile, though, in fact it just gets wider. There's no surprise, Beatrice realizes, and it's as if: "You knew it was me?"

"Of course I knew it was you," Ava says before biting her lip, eyes falling slightly, shy. "There's no one else who knows me like you do."

Beatrice feels her breath catch, coughs her way through it. But she feels something resonate in her chest at Ava's admission; decides to give one in return. "I had a hard time picking something. I know this is something you could've gotten for yourself, or we could have done it together without the whole Secret Santa business, or perhaps -"

"Bea." Ava's hand is as soft as her eyes, as soft as her voice. "This is perfect. Thank you for this." The smile is one Ava has given Beatrice many times before, a place to fall and be caught, to be revealed and still respected, protected; wanted.

Beatrice takes the hope in her chest and tries her best to shape them into words. "There's more, actually. I was hoping that afterwards, if you'd like, we could go for dinner? As in, well, as in ..."

"As in a date?"

And when Beatrice looks into Ava's eyes there's none of the disappointment or disgust that she had feared - just a similar longing and a rising, excited hope.

"Yes, Ava. If that's okay with you."

The smile Ava gives is a sunrise, a release, a relief. "I would want nothing more."

(What a surprise, Beatrice thinks when they make their way out onto the rink hand in hand, to be wanted by the girl who has everything.)

[nonbinairyboi]

Nothing Left: Chapter 4

I am a few days late in getting this out as family drama plus the holidays plus moving is hard.

I will try to get another chapter out by the 4th, but between then and now is Christmas, Hanukkah, my birthday, New Years, and my partner's birthday, so who knows!

Fic Summary: You hadn’t spoken in years. Technically, you had the ability to, though as the years wore on, you weren’t so sure. You’d settled in Jackson over a year ago and now it was fall again. You are drawn towards Ellie and her ‘not-dad’, but you had always assumed any relationships deeper than surface level were beyond you at this point.

Chapter Summary: Waking up with injuries makes you realize the strength of your community. 

Pairing: Joel Miller x nonbinary!Reader/OC (afab, short hair, tall, dimples, has multiple nicknames but none are their name)

Word Count: ~2.8k

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Series Warnings: This is my first fanfic and I plan to go into some dark stuff including some in-depth discussion of SA that was done to the main character (not by Joel) and the mental impact it has. I am unsure if I will be writing smut as I never have before but I will update the warnings if that changes. There definitely will be allusions to smut if nothing else, so MINORS DNI!

Chapter Warnings: Talk of injuries. Concussion recovery. 

Chapter 4

Throbbing and sharp. Those were the only sensations you could identify. You slowly became aware of sounds around you. Shuffling and muffled voices. You tried to grasp onto what was being said but it just made everything hurt worse. Before you knew it, sleep was pulling you under again.

The next time you came to, you were still in pain, but slightly more aware. This time, you didn’t hear any more voices, just the general hum of the room. You squeezed your eyes shut tighter than they already were in the hopes that when you opened them, the light wouldn’t be too blinding. When you finally cracked your eyes open, you were pleasantly surprised to find that the lights were off and the curtains were drawn. After a few more blinks, you realized that you were laying in a room at the clinic.

Your memories were coming back slowly and they were skipping and stuttering like a damaged record. From your left, you heard a little gasp and a whispered “Holy shit, you’re up!,” which forced you to move your head a little too quickly to the side to see the source of the sound. You were surprised when your eyes met with a shocked-looking Ellie, who was sitting in the chair next to you.

“You’ve been out for like 2 hours, dude,” Ellie told you. “Joel and Eugene were here but had to report what happened to Maria. They also went home to shower cause you guys are gross. You could use one too.”

You cracked a small smile at that and tried to sit up a bit. Pain shot through your ribs, tailbone, head and neck at the action and you hissed and laid back down.

“Careful, you don’t look so great,” Ellie said, looking a little out of her element. She waited a moment before adding, “Heard you were pretty badass.”

You raised your eyebrows at the surprised tone in her voice.

“Not that someone like you couldn’t be!” Ellie quickly backtracked. “You’re just… quiet. So I guess I didn’t know you would be.”

You smirked at how uncomfortable she looked and rolled your eyes playfully, despite the pain it caused you.

The click of the door pulled your attention to the front of the work. A much cleaner looking Joel stepped through the door. His hair was still wet and slicked back from his shower. His eyes were down, but when he stepped in the room, they lifted and locked with yours. He seemed a little taken aback to see you awake. 

Instead of directly addressing you, he turned to Ellie. “You call a doctor in here?”

“No,” Ellie replied. “Charlie just woke up.”

Without another word, Joel turned on his heel and walked right out the door.

You turned to Ellie and caught her trying hard not to smile at the awkward interaction. You playfully swatted her shoulder, forcing out a little laugh from her chest.

“I’ve never seen you guys interact,” she commented. “It’s kinda funny since Joel doesn’t really talk much to other people either.”

You smiled good-naturedly in reply. 

The door opened again and June, one of the two doctors, walked in with Joel and Maria trailing behind her.

June was a woman in her late 60s who had seen it all. She was caring but blunt at times. You admired her. She narrowed her eyes at you. 

“We gave you five stitches in your leg. You look to have some bruised ribs and a severe concussion.” June stated. “Since concussions can get worse over time, you’ll need to be observed over the next few days. You’re being pulled from work until you recover, which could take a while. No reading until I say so.”

You were taken aback to hear it all laid out. You were unsure how to respond. Staying at the clinic for a few days sounded horrible to you.

“Maria has offered to have you stay at her and Tommy’s until I give the ok for you to be on your own. Otherwise, you can stay here.” June concluded.

Your eyes darted to Maria, who was smiling kindly at you.

“Ellie also offered to have you stay with her, but I’m not sure she consulted with Joel on that” Maria added, smirking.

Joel looked surprised to hear this news but quickly schooled his face into a frown, glancing at a nervous looking Ellie as he did.

“You’re welcome to stay with us, but I think you’d be more comfortable with Maria” Joel said, avoiding your eyes.

You shouldn’t have been surprised that Maria wanted to help you, but you honestly were. You were even more surprised that Joel hadn’t shut down the idea of staying at his more harshly. In reply, you smiled and signed ‘thank you’ at both of them. You then signed ‘I’ll go with you’ towards Maria, despite your embarrassment at needing to be cared for.

“Great!” Maria replied. “If it’s ok with you, I’ll run over to yours and grab some of your clothes and a toothbrush. Is there anything else I should grab from over there?”

You timidly shook your head. You felt weird having someone else enter your space, but you had nothing to hide and your head hurt too much to figure out how to fight it. 

Maria took that as a cue to go and get a head start, leaving Ellie, Joel and June in the room with you. Joel looked uncomfortable and out of place, but strangely didn’t move to leave.

June stared at you for a bit. 

“I want to evaluate you better now that you are up, but to be honest I am not sure how since you don’t speak. I don’t want you writing, because focusing that hard could be worse for you.” June stated.

You felt shame run through you as you pointed your eyes to the ground. Speaking came so naturally for everyone else. It came naturally to you before. You’d done it for decades before all of this. You could hear a roaring in your ears and you focused all of your brain power on not letting your tears fall. 

The room had fallen silent following June’s words. After about 30 seconds of almost unbearable silence, Ellie piped up. “So… are you gonna check them out in any way or did you just want to say it to say it?”

Joel coughed loudly and June’s eyes widened. June looked taken aback, but not offended.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it.” June said kindly. “I was just trying to think through this a bit out loud. Why don’t I ask you a few questions that can be answered with a yes or no or a number?”

You gratefully nodded your hand ‘yes’ in reply.

“Do you remember how many times you lost consciousness since the injury?”

You confidently held up one finger before realizing that you actually couldn’t remember. Hesitantly, with your eyebrows pulling together in concentration, you started to put up another finger with the first. 

“It’s ok if you don’t remember. You can also answer that you don’t know.” June encouraged. “Did you vomit at all?”

You shook your hand ‘yes’.

“How many times?”

Feeling confident again, you held up one finger. Movement caught your attention from the corner of your eye, and you saw June look to Joel as well, who you realized was shaking his head ‘no’.

Your mouth opened in surprise. Could you really not remember? Suddenly feeling dumb, you looked at your hands.

The questions went on for a while, and by the end you felt humiliated and exhausted. June excused herself to write down some instructions for you.

“You did really well today. You’ll be ok. I’m sure you’re just in some pain.” Joel said quietly, surprising you.

You looked up at him and smiled in thanks. Ellie inhaled as if to tack on another sassy comment, when the door opened revealing Maria.

“I dropped off some of your stuff with Tommy at the house. Do you want to try and get over there now or do you need to rest first?” Maria asked.

Despite your exhaustion, the thought of staying in the clinic longer made you uncomfortable. Doctors had always made you nervous in a way that you were probably too old to still be feeling after all these years. You quickly signed that you wanted to go.

Maria nodded, understanding. 

“What did Charlie say?” Ellie asked.

Maria raised her eyebrows. “Charlie?”

“It’s what Eugene calls them and said it made ‘em smile the first time,” Ellie said, shrugging.

“Hmm.” Maria said thoughtfully while looking into your eyes with intensity. “The signs that I knew were ‘I’ ‘want’ ‘go’ ‘now’” she added, imitating the signs you had used.

Ellie repeated the signs while speaking, looking to you in validation. You nodded and smiled at her. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Joel attempting to subtly try the signs out as well. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep your smile from growing.

Walking all the way to Maria’s house turned out to be a harder task than you anticipated. You were thankful for Maria’s arm interlocked with yours and for Ellie on your other side. Joel was hovering behind you, keeping so close that it surprised you.

You stopped 5 times on the way to squeeze your eyes shut to try and stop the world from spinning. A block away from the house, you vomited again. You felt Joel’s arms grasp your upper body to keep you up.

“Aww, sick!” Ellie exclaimed.

This made you laugh and then cough a bit. You felt quite pitiful making your way up the front steps, but also proud that you hadn’t passed out again.

Maria’s house was comforting. It was lived in just enough to be cozy. 

“You’ll be staying on the first floor if that is ok with you.” Maria said. 

You were grateful that the door to the room was only a few steps away as you felt yourself fading. After Ellie and Maria deposited you on the bed, Ellie and Joel said goodbye and Ellie promised to visit you soon. As she left, you reflected on how much space the girl now took up in your heart after only a few interactions. You smiled, lost in thought.

“I know you are probably exhausted, but I thought you might want to wash up before you go to sleep again.” Maria commented. “There is a bathroom across the hall. Should I start a bath for you? I can help you in and out if you are comfortable with that.”

You weighed how tired you get against the itchiness on your skin. Taking a bath in front of Maria would feel vulnerable, but you weren’t sure that you could do it alone. After a small hesitation, you nodded your hand at Maria, who smiled and exited the room quickly. Moments later you heard the water turn on.

Looking around the small room, you noticed a bag from your house sat atop the dresser. You shakily stood and walked towards it. Unzipping the bag, you selected a shirt, sweatpants, underwear and socks that had never looked comfier. You took a moment to steady yourself on the dresser before beginning to turn around again. Maria stepped back in the room then, tutting at you.

“You were supposed to wait for me.” She said as she moved to help you towards the door. 

She thankfully gave you some privacy so you could go to the bathroom before your bath. While you were washing your hands, you looked up and caught your own eye in the mirror. You were shocked at your reflection. Your face was covered in streaks of dirt and a bit of blood, that looked like someone had tried to wipe off a bit after some of it had dried. There were the beginnings of a dark bruise forming along your cheekbone and your lip was split. It was hard to focus, so you quickly finished washing your hands and used the toothbrush Maria had brought from yours to wash out your mouth. You opened the bathroom door again to find Maria standing patiently with a towel, a washcloth, and a stool.

You smiled as you let her slip past before you closed the door again. You took a breath before moving your hands to the bottom of your shirt. About halfway through lifting it over your head, the pain in your ribs decided it would not tolerate being pushed to the side anymore, forcing you to hiss and drop your arms.

“You don’t accept help easily, do you?” Maria commented, moving to help you.

She was respectful and didn’t make you feel too uncomfortable as she helped you undress and lower yourself into the bath. You were pretty sure that without Maria’s help, you would have split your head open trying to lay down, so you signed ‘thank you’ for what felt like the 100th time today.

The warm water not only began to wash away the grime, but it was helping some of your pain as well. You felt your muscles relax a bit and you sank lower into the water. 

“You have a big fan club, you know.” Maria said, handing you a washcloth.

You frowned in confusion at her.

“A lot of people were worried when you came in, slung over that horse.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes lightly. You weren’t close with many people in Jackson. They probably would have been worried to see any human body slumped across a saddle. You’re sure it wasn’t a pretty sight.

“I’m serious!” Maria exclaimed. “Don’t belittle your worth here. I am so thankful that you are a part of this community. A lot of people are.” 

You looked down, focusing on cleaning your skin so you wouldn’t have to think too hard about the effect of her words.

“I know it must be hard. Having a communication barrier on top of everything else at the end of the world.” She said, smiling at you as she grabbed a cup from the counter. “Can I help with your hair?”

You nodded lazily, sitting up and hugging one of your knees slightly, (one of your legs was propped up slightly above the water to not get your stitches wet) feeling at least 30 years younger in this position, despite the pull of your muscles and aches from your fall. 

Maria kept speaking to you as she washed and rinsed your hair, carefully rubbing in the shampoo and moving away from any spots that made you wince.

“When I first met you, I kind of thought that you would start speaking within a day or two. It took me a while to understand that you wouldn’t. Probably even longer to fully accept it. Honestly, there is probably a part of me that still hopes.”

You chuckled in reply and signed ‘same’. Maria laughed lightly.

“I just feel like you are holding some scathing jokes back with all of your observations. Someday I’ll learn enough signs for you to tell me.” She said, waggling her eyebrows, causing you to exhale a laugh again. “You’re one of the people in this town I trust the most. I can’t quite say why. I’d leave my kid with you more readily than a lot of them. And I really do enjoy your company.” 

You could feel a few tears making their way out of the corners of your eyes as your nose burned. People rarely talked to you about you unless it was to ask questions that you couldn’t answer. Maria’s words made you feel more deeply the relationships your silence had robbed you of. You were grateful that it hadn’t robbed you of Maria’s friendship.

“Now that I think about that, I am wondering if that makes me a narcissist. I swear I like you for you and not just that I like hearing myself talk.” She said with furrowed brows.

This startled a full blown laugh out of you, and she joined in. After a moment though, the laughter hurt your head and your ribs and you clutched your head. Maria sobered instantly and suggested it was time for you to get out and lay down. You agreed. The process of getting out of the tub and getting dressed was somehow twice as hard as getting in, and you found that any self consciousness fell away as you focused all your energy on staying upright. It wasn’t like Maria hadn’t seen a body before. And this far into the end of the world, everyone’s bodies were covered in scars, big and small.

You were thankful when Maria finally helped you to lay down fully under the sheets on the bed, your eyes already fighting to stay open.

“I’ll be back to check on you while you sleep every once and a while. I’ll try to keep it consistent so I can help if you need anything as well.” Maria stated. “Sorry in advance for any baby screams you may hear.” 

Your lips turned up as you remembered the pudge on her baby’s face.

As your eyes slid closed, you heard Maria murmur “Rest” before the familiar click of a door closing lulled you to sleep.

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[cinna-wanroll]

The Cold Around Us, the Fire Within

Hi everyone! I recently wrote this for the Cody Day fic exchange, if you would like to check it out. I’ll also put the full fic under the cut if you would prefer to read it here. @codyday2224

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Commander Cody does not flinch in the face of death. As blaster bolts glide by, as missiles fly, as the ground sparks flame, and fire begins to spread. When ribbons of red run down his forearm, his battle uniform torn, he is as steady as a wroshyr tree.

Under Cody's guiding hands, the 212th Battalion carves a path through an icy battlefield. The air is dry and biting, the grass brittle beneath his battle boots. Despite the weather, Cody is sweating from the heat radiating all around. Fires from explosives are pushing their ranks back, forcing them to flee the choking black smoke. The field of vision in his bucket narrows to the point where he takes it off and hooks it to his utility belt, in a place usually reserved for his general's lightsaber.

Someone calls from nearby, "Commander!"

Cody narrows his eyes, unable to trace the sound's direction. As he turns to seek out the voice, a detonator splits through the shadows, rolling to a stop a few feet away.

Cody runs, but not fast enough to avoid the blast radius. Weightlessness slows time down, showing him one last look of chaos.

Blaster bolts are the only interruption to the engulfing darkness, the shouts and cries of soldiers muffled. He fully expects to get up after he hits the ground. Fleetingly, he thinks that he should demand a different assault formation. But Cody isn't wearing his helmet, so when he lands on an icy block, there are no formations of which to think.

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Consciousness is slow to return, starting in his fractured skull and spreading to his fingertips. Reality seems happy to supply him with all kinds of inconvenient awareness. For example, how much smoke he has inhaled from being out for, well, at least longer than ten minutes.

He pushes the sensation away and sits slowly, preparing to comm his general. Then he hears it– nothing. There is no roaring madness, only the dim rumble of fire.

Shit, fire.

Cody forces himself to his feet, which slip out from under him on the frozen ground. He falls on his ass hard, probably earning him a bruised tailbone along with– everything else.

The second time he gets up, he gains enough traction to stumble away from immediate danger.

After a few minutes of walking, he tries his comms, which fritzed during the explosion, it would seem.

He moves towards a mountain formation in the distance as twilight falls, adrenaline finally beginning to fade into tremors and chattering teeth. Then again, that may be the cold.

Even with his high metabolism, an unshakeable chill settles into his bones. He shudders bodily at a cave's entrance, slumping down on the stone floor. Sleep beckons him– mocks him.

Just a bit longer, it encourages, and he believes it. If you rest for just a bit longer, you can build a fire.

Before he can register what's happening, visions of the day's horrors plague him.

He is running to a brother, already dead in the shallow grass. He is lifting a droid above his head, prepared to throw it directly into the line of programmed fire. He is steadfast, and he is righteous. He is in pain. Pain that runs deeper than flesh, pain that finds him even as he sleeps.

"C-Cody," it requests of him.

He tries pushing it away, the sting it brings.

"Cody," it demands his attention now, dragging him away from blood spatter and flame. It shakes him awake suddenly.

"What," he asks, but his voice is so weak he barely recognizes it.

"Cody," it repeats in a Coruscanti accent.

His eyes fly open, and he sits up immediately, "General?"

Obi-Wan gazes down at him intently. His hands haven't moved from Cody's shoulders, and he's just– hovering above Cody, brows creased in worry. It is significantly darker now than he remembers, deep shadows creasing Kenobi's face.

"Commander, you know fleeing battle is a punishable offense."

Cody sighs, "Does it count if there was no battle to flee?"

Obi-Wan only quirks a brow at him in return, a challenge. The tease is Obi-Wan's roundabout way of asking what happened and if Cody is alright. Were he feeling generous or less– shit, he might explain. But he's not, so instead, he says, "Only you could be a greater headache than a cracked skull, sir."

Obi-Wan smiles down at him, but it falls away as he shivers violently.

After a beat, he asks, "Where did you go?"

Cody counters, "How did you find me?"

"Well, there certainly wasn't a smoke trail to follow," Kenobi grouses, indignant.

"Go on, then."

Obi-Wan says nothing in response and finally leans out of Cody's space. The freezing absence he leaves has Cody closing his eyes and curling up on the ground once more. The only sounds for a while are those of his general wandering around to gather sticks and foliage blown in from some rainstorm or another. By the time he has a fire lit, Cody has adjusted mostly to his various aches and pains.

He opens his eyes, and the small fire in front of him is nearly enough to convince him he never left the battlefield. If it weren't for the weariness in Obi-Wan's gaze, he could've been fooled. Obi-Wan's eyes are always ablaze during a fight, fire or not.

Cody wants to ask where the rest of the 212th is, what happened, and why Obi-Wan would come so far out on his own, but he has no energy. Suddenly, his throat feels impossibly dry, his body impossibly hot.

Roaring heat, licking up from the ground, charred flesh, ignited armor–

As he blinks, Cody finds Obi-Wan above him once more, a hand pressed to Cody's forehead.

Cody flinches.

"You–," Obi-Wan says, and then falters.

When Cody says nothing more, Obi-Wan continues, "You're burning up."

Burning, everything is burning–

Obi-Wan clicks his tongue before asking, "May I touch you?"

"What?"

"Your neck," he elaborates, looking down expectantly.

"I–," is all Cody can get out before coughing.

After a moment, he provides a weak nod.

Obi-Wan's fingertips are cold, and Cody's pulse jumps beneath his careful touch. As he applies faint pressure to Cody's neck, the visions of violence begin to fade, replaced only by the pleasant weight of Obi-Wan above him.

After a while, he asks, "Force?"

Obi-Wan hums, "No. I'm stimulating your vagus nerve."

Cody chuckles.

"What? Oh, stop that."

When Obi-Wan's hands creep towards the base of his skull, sharp pain shoots down Cody's spine.

"Sorry," Obi-Wan says, drawing away.

Finally, he asks, "What happened?"

Cody musters his strength, recounting the detonator blast and the ice his skull made fast friends with.

"I see," Obi-Wan muses after, staring absently at their small fire.

"I ordered a retreat at some point when I couldn't find you. I tried comming you, but it was all static. Had we stayed much longer, many more would've died from lack of oxygen."

Kenobi begins to tap the ground thoughtfully, his eyes wandering everywhere but Cody, "I remained behind to search for... you."

For your corpse, he doesn't say.

"Instead," he continues, "I found a trail of blood leading away from your helmet."

Cody wonders if he's imagining the tension in Kenobi's voice. He can picture all of the explanations Obi-Wan's mind supplied him for what happened. Cody knows the reserved worry on his face all too well.

"I'll be alright," he says, "did you let everyone know where you were going?"

"Yes," Obi-Wan says, "of course. But most soldiers were sent straight to medical, and we can't spare reinforcements right now because they're all aiding the 501st, about 10 klicks west. Anakin and his company will pick us up when daylight returns."

"A whole night without post-battle flimsiwork," Cody says, "what fortune."

A shiver wracks him, though he feels overheated. Next to him, Obi-Wan's teeth chatter faintly. Despite the fire, the atmosphere remains frigid.

"I can't let this one go," Cody whispers.

"I know what you mean."

Cody has gotten little sleep as of late. Each battle seems to roll into the next, like relentless waves in an endless ocean. He is the battered lifeboat against the winds, perilously pushed in a direction no one could know. There are other things at play, he is certain of it. Phantom currents tweaking his fate this way and that, toying with him.

Obi-Wan would tell him to trust in the Force, but Cody finds Obi-Wan far more reliable.

"Tired?"

Cody hears the question as if from a dream. He wonders how he can possibly answer without telling Obi-Wan of all the nights he lay awake, adrenaline-fueled, nightmare-stirred, or otherwise.

He settles on, "Just peachy," because of course he's tired.

He knows Obi-Wan is, too. He is, frankly, sick of being a better tactician than any droid and still having to bury his brothers. He is sick, he is tired, and he is in pain. They all are.

"I see them too, you know," Obi-Wan says, "the fallen. In all manner of horrible ways."

"How do you get them to stop?"

"You're not going to like my answer," Obi-Wan warns him.

Cody shrugs and immediately regrets it, pain lancing across that area. There are a lot of things he doesn't like, but he needs rest.

"How does one get anything to stop? Time."

"Brute force," Cody supplies, glancing up to meet Obi-Wan's eyes.

They crinkle around the edges in a handsome way that Cody lingers on too often.

"Matters of the mind prove more delicate, I've found," Obi-Wan says, sliding down to lay on his side next to where Cody is.

"What about matters of the heart," Cody asks, sly.

"Ah, deflecting I see."

"What," Cody razzes him, "you would recognize that, wouldn't you? It's one of your finest tactical abilities."

Obi-Wan scoffs, "My tactical abilities are what keeps us out of even more trouble."

"General," Cody says, suddenly serious, "are you alright? Did you sustain a head injury in combat? Perhaps you have acquired a concussion."

His general laughs good-naturedly before looking at him in a way that gives him hope. It is hope he shouldn't have.

"Where matters of the heart are concerned," Obi-Wan begins, "you need a great deal of bravery."

"What else?"

Obi-Wan shrugs, "Tact certainly doesn't hurt."

"You're so full of shit," Cody says, but he doesn't mean it. What he wants to say, he never will, at least not until things change.

"For example, telling someone they are full of shit while they’re flirting with you would not be considered romantic," Obi-Wan points out.

"Well, I wouldn't know."

After a moment, Obi-Wan considers him thoughtfully, "I am grateful you pass the time so easy, Commander."

Cody narrows his eyes, "Are you thanking me for being a distraction?"

"Albeit a pleasant one, but yes. That and more."

Cody asks, "What else am I to you, then?"

He knows Obi-Wan wanted him to ask the moment that spark goes in his cloudy blue eyes, and he presses close to Cody.

"You make a wonderful space heater, my dear."

[edgessunflower]

Agony

Pairing: Brody King x Fem reader x Julia Hart

Description: You break your tailbone and left in endless pain and agony as you recover with Julia and Brody taking care of you

So far your match against Diamante had been going good and was pretty even between the two of you over the last forty minutes and as planned with no one especially either of you aware of what would happen right at the end of the match as fans watched intently on the edge of their seats at every move and counter. You ran and jumped on the ropes landing a Halo DDT on dia as the last fifteen minutes of the match passed by slower than the rest of the match as things were only more even between both of you with back to back counters even when everyone thought the match would finally be over but that was not the case as you kicked out of a pin leading to dia picking you to do a mix between an Alabama slam and tossing you out of the ring by your feet but things didn't go as planned when dia slipped but one of your legs got stuck, at first you thought that your leg popped out of place by the feeling that ran through like a bolt of lightning until the excruciating pain hit in your back as if you were being ripped apart and hit by a car all at once making you scream in pain as you crawled back in the ring barely able to stand as you hit a kick on dia and went into a pin leading to you winning the match and having to be carried out of the arena on a stretcher and rushed to the hospital. "Honey it's okay shh, we're here we aren't going to leave you" the whole ride to the hospital was a blur due to the pain you were in only hearing Julia and Brody until you arrived at the hospital hearing the blended and concerned voices of doctors and nurses who either asked you questions or said things to each other before you were taken to have X-rays and MRI's which determined that your leg wasn't broken or popped out of place and your hip hadn't either which they thought was the problem until both they saw the bruising and swelling on your back and the X-rays showed that it was in fact your tailbone that had been broken, the first thing done was having ice placed under your back and being put on pain medication which helped with the pain and let you rest leading to your two day stay in the hospital before being released and going home where julia and brody were always by your side helping you with the pain along with keeping you fed well so you wouldn't get constipated and even more pain as well as sitting on cushions slowly sitting down and getting up and doing physical therapy on and off for nine weeks of the eight to twelve weeks of healing. Finally after what felt like an eternity of eleven weeks you got x-rayed and checked by the doctor which showed that your tailbone healed perfectly from the rest and physical therapy that helped heal your tailbone faster and luckily you didn't have to have surgery at all which was a huge relief on your part as you spent two weeks at home before officially being cleared to get back in the ring, fans were on their feet losing their minds when you made your return on Dynamite and attacked Kris Statlander since the two of you had been in a burning feud that picked up right where it had left off when you got injured and reignited even more.

[99redragons]

Protector - Dragon Simon AU

Read on Ao3 Warnings on Ao3

Simon felt his body change the minute he put in on. Something visceral and freezing shot through his veins and burrowed into his bones. Visions assaulted him with technicolor creatures dancing over his eyes. He shouted at them, barely aware of himself, and he had no idea what he’d said. Once it was off Betty looked at him with this look, it was… contempt, fear, something more he couldn’t identify. 

Then she was gone. No amount of calling out for her would bring her back.

His head and nose and teeth itched, his feet were squashed, there was a twinging annoyance in his lower back. Simon sat down and winced in pain. His feet weren’t working right. What was happening? Simon was shocked to see his eyes had turned white.

He tried to lock away the crown, he did. Kept it far away at a display for other artifacts. But it didn’t help. Simon would find himself holding it, coming to after fitful sleep to find he’d sleepwalked to it. It never stopped whispering.

He started to record what was happening to him.

Simon felt crazy, fighting against his own mind to stay away from the artifact’s cursed pull. The crown found its way to his head over and over, and the changes kept coming. He inspected himself in the bathroom–his hair was fading, his body cold. He had claws sprouting from his hands and toes and his ears were growing pointy and long. His teeth and bones ached. A nub was growing from his tailbone. 

What had he done?

Simon felt stronger, too, yet weaker in his heart. He could feel his feeble attempts at resistance being chipped away, buried under the blinding snow of nothingness the crown granted him. His shoes soon became too tight to wear and his beard grew in chunks of white he couldn’t keep shaved. White hair stared back at him from the mirror.

The world became blanketed in white. His mind changed, he felt… unmoored from reality.  The nub became a tail, tipped in white hair, his ears were long, hair inside them long and bushy. Simon’s nose was pointy and long. His beard came out in force and his long white hair was untameable. His old, weak teeth fell out and new sharklike strong ones took their place. 

Instincts changed too. Sleeping became easier curled up and he felt the need to protect, protect… something, he didn’t know what, now that Betty was gone, he just guarded his apartment fervently, growling and pacing. His carpets and bedding became shredded from his claws when he needed to just scratch something. He slept on a pile of his belongings sometimes. Still he struggled to keep the crown off.

Then the bombs fell.

He had to leave his apartment. Simon would be just another monster to other survivors (if they even existed), so he went it alone. Never was he so grateful for his outdoorsman skills. He held on to what he could, books and memories. He couldn’t leave the crown now. It saved him. It protected him. It made him strong.

The first time he was attacked by oozers he had the crown on before he realized what was happening. 

He remembered magic, growling, biting, kicking and scratching and then he’d shaken the crown off and came to to a street full of snow and oozers torn apart, some frozen in place with chunks of ice. 

Simon was very careful to keep the crown in reach after that, equally comforted and afraid. 

He ate an animal raw once, after his instincts took over and he became too hungry to care. Everything had been through a haze of hunger, the stalking, the pounce, the bite into sweet flesh– later he nearly vomited, shamefully cleaning himself of the poor creature’s blood. It wasn’t the last time he hunted, but he was careful after that to not get so hungry it took over again. He was still human, and humans needed their meat cooked.

…He was still human…right?

One day he met her. The lost girl among the concrete corpse of the city. She was strange like him, and allowed his comfort and his help. As he got to know her he felt his heart, half-frozen over, start to melt. Marcy was an amazing kid, so brave and kind and creative. Simon quickly knew he would do anything to protect her. Even the crown whispered it late at night, causing him to stay up keeping watch some nights like a faithful gargoyle. Sometimes it whispered that if he froze her, it would save her forever. He didn’t like those ones.

At this point his feet were long and wolflike, his pants ripped to scraggly shorts and he stood on the balls of his feet. His tail was longer and fluffier by the day. His long ears twitched with his emotions. Marcy feared what he was becoming, and he did too. She hated when he put on the crown. According to her he became wild, crazed, and fought like a wild animal when they were threatened. But he’d always protected her, he knew that inherently, like he knew the crown’s power was irresistible. 

Sometimes they had fun, too, though. He’d sing songs for her, and it’d turn into howling and she would laugh and laugh and tease him as he cleared his throat and quietly hid his own smiles. 

He was getting taller, he realized once after reaching for cans on a tall shelf once. His bones were sore so often now it became a buzzing background hum to everything. He had trouble focusing. The mental changes he was going through scared him. But he had to keep it together, for her.

He was turning into a monster.

After a particularly nasty time of getting cornered by a large mutant in a building, Simon came back to himself on all fours and with blood in his teeth. The mutant was dead underneath him. He whipped around and nearly bowled Marcy over in his panic. She looked so scared . He murmured soft assurances while she slowly teared up. It must have been terrifying for her. Simon slowly inched towards her, stepping over the crown on the ground, and didn’t realize until he tried to reach out that he was still on all fours. 

Marcy ran forward suddenly and buried her face in his fur.

Wait, fur? He checked. 

Indeed, fur.

Simon ignored it for now and reached to hug and comfort the girl. She sniffled and confessed her worries and fears to him, and he just soothed her and made sure she was unhurt. A strange sound rumbled from his chest, like a growl but comforting. Marcy looked up at him at it in surprise before bursting out into tearful little giggles. 

Eventually he stopped being able to wear clothes. His old ones were done for, not that they would fit him any more anyway. Luckily he was covered in fur. 

He found it harder and harder to remember things before the war, and easier and easier to embrace walking on all fours, hunting for food and guarding Marcy around the clock. She grew more comfortable with him as well, though she tried to get him to stay walking on two legs, and reassured him many times that he never hurt her when he lost his mind. Still, the growing fear inside of him wouldn’t leave. The crown whispered always. Marcy stopped him from putting it on a lot.

The size he put on with the crown on never shrunk away completely, and he grew and grew. 

Sometimes he forgot his own name, but it didn’t matter. He knew hers. 

Things came to a head when he no longer remembered to take the crown off. It was just easier to keep it on. What was the problem? He could protect her easier with it on. He could fly with it on. She protested, but he thought it was silly. The crown was his! Why shouldn’t he wear it? 

He took to traveling with Marcy on his back, carrying their supplies tied onto him. No matter how much she was growing, he could always carry her easily. They flew from place to place, when she allowed him to keep the crown on, until she reached a point where she realized she could no longer stop him from donning it. He needed it. Without it on, they could get trapped on the ground, and that was dangerous. It had happened once, and that was enough.

He saw her in tears much more often. He was confused a lot more. Who was Simon again? Why can’t he eat his kill raw? Slowly over time, he could see her lose hope. It broke Simon’s heart, but he didn’t know what to do. The beast was what he was now. He counted himself lucky he could still speak. Lucky he remembered her.

If he didn’t… what if he didn’t? What if he forgot? If he had one of his mindless periods, and didn’t remember her… He had to protect her. He had to. Silently he made plans for her to be cared for. Just in case.

One night, Simon fell asleep on watch. He awoke to the terrible sound of Marcy’s scream, and the world became a blur of fury and blood and gnashing of teeth. 

He heard her calling. Who was calling? Someone was calling him. But there was danger, danger danger, he had to fight– something came too close and he turned and snapped and–

The world drained of adrenaline haze and he came back to find himself baring his teeth, growling, over a prone Marcy. Blessedly he didn’t smell any blood on her. 

The look in her eyes was one he swore to never cause. She looked scared of him. He withdrew, ears pulled back, head and tail down. He tried to call for him but he was wide-eyed and shaking. 

He ran that night, driving further and further away from her desperate calls, into the falling snow.

Simon didn’t see her again. One of the last things he did before giving in was summon Abadeer to care for her.

Years passed in a fog of lost identity.

Then the Ice King remembered one day that he had someone he was supposed to be protecting. Why was he so far away from her? Surely he could protect her better if he was near? It took a long time to find her.

She seemed in shock to see him, but he was overjoyed, and wagged his enormous tail and made it snow in happiness. Marcy! It’d been so long! But he was back, he was finally back! 

Marcy burst out into tears, and she smelled like blood now, always, and her neck had scars on it that never faded. He mourned not being there to protect her. 

Marcy was so much smaller than he remembered, he thought as he hugged her.

She called him Simon, and that was nice, though he had no idea who that was.

He was just happy she was happy. 

Even if she smelled very sad, deep down.

He’d be there for her.

[theinkeddragon]

@masschase's boss, Casey Clark!

I'm gonna use these as excuses to ramble about lore stuff, so apologies in advanced-

So, Halos and Aethers!

Aethers are basically the in universe explanation for the weapon wheel, and how people are able to carry weapons on them so discreetly (Aka: Trojan Whores). They're small pocket dimensions for storing objects, unique to the person. Halos are the physical manifestation of aethers, though the aether itself is a cluster of 10 crystals of an unknown material located on the hippocampus; they are unaffected by damage around or to them, making them virtually indestructible, though they will decay with the soul upon expiration. Halos have 16 locations that they can reside on; Top of Head, Tilted over Right Side Head, Tilted over Left Side Head, Behind Head, Behind Shoulder Blades, Right Shoulder, Left Shoulder, Right Wrist, Left Wrist, Around Neck, Back of Right Hand, Back of Left Hand, Above Tailbone, Right Thigh or Left Thigh.

Storing objects in an aether is as simple as sliding it into the halo, and recalling is as simple as placing a hand into the halo and recalling what object you would wish to pull out. Individuals are always aware of what is in their aether, and anything stored in an aether is effectively frozen in time. Though this ability is very useful, it is quite limited, as there are only 10 unique slots for items, objects cannot have a soul, and the items cannot be larger/heavier than something that can easily carry in one hand. Ammunition is counted under the same slot as its weapon, and the individual themselves is the only person who can store or remove objects from their aether. Storing multiple of the same object in separate slots is possible, but not recommended, since similar objects will have various negative complications when either is attempted to be recalled. These can range from either complete failure to recall, one or both objects being voided, the incorrect object being called, or both objects fusing into an amalgamation and being called at once.

An individual will not gain access to their aether until they're around 9 years of age, at which a simple ring halo will manifest over their head. When it first manifests, the ability to recall and store objects will be very weak and unreliable, though this wears off within a year. Up until one turns 25, their halo will change appearance and move location, after which a change in appearance or location requires a large change in personality/life. The color of a halo is determined by soul attunement, which is an entire other beast I'll talk about on a different boss.

Halos are slightly malleable (Like a cheap aluminum bangle bracelet), and can be moved and felt, though the halo will both return to its original position & shape when released; and the sensation of having one's halo touched is neither painful nor pleasant, think if someone grabbed your teeth. Since halos are physical, they can be broken, and having one's halo shattered is incredibly painful; however it is not permanent, and while access to one's aether will be lost for several days, the halo will reform. Some individuals have greater control over their halos, being able to change their position permanently, or even using them as improvised weapons; These cases, however, are considered almost unheard of. Since aethers are attached to the soul, death will dissolve them, causing the halo to dematerialize and anything stored to be lost. Death and resurrection, as well as becoming voidtouched, will cause a halo to crack/shatter. Cracked/shattered halos struggle to store and recall items, and are much more fragile than normal halos.

Creating artificial halos has been attempted, though with only one success, which was on a prototype security cybite. However, the research and schematics for the specialized equipment required for achieving an artificial halo was lost after an incident where the laboratory caved in due to a failure in the power supply, killing everyone inside. Expansion of the aether has also been attempted, though all attempts have ended with volunteers losing their aethers and halos.

[thesandsofelsweyr]

HOLLOWED OUT

《 CH3 // FILLED BACK UP WITH HATE // PART 1 》

When Jason saw that photo of Batman and his new Robin, the thin cord of hope holding him together had snapped and he had broken into a million pieces. No one was coming for him. Not one single person on the planet cared whether he lived or died, or how much he suffered, or how loud he screamed. No one except the Clown. He was Joker’s now, and he would say or do anything to get a reprieve from the torment and the pain, even if it meant letting himself be reduced to something less than human.

《RATING》 🔞 Mature 《WORDS》 1,230 《CHAPTERS》 3/6

《CHARACTERS》 Jason Todd/Robin, Joker, Original Male Character, Bruce Wayne (mentioned), Catherine Todd (mentioned)

《TROPES》 Hurt No Comfort, Angst, Whump, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

《WARNINGS》 Dehumanization, Bathing/Washing, Master/Pet, Collars, Ownership, Brainwashing, Humiliation, Non-Consensual Touching, Torture, Mindfuck, Scars, Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Loathing, Past Child Abuse, Daddy Issues, Forced Nudity, Swearing

《SERIES》 Part 4 of My Arkhamverse, Part 4 of Ruined

《NOTES》

This fic is my pride & joy! It was the first thing I published after a 5+ year hiatus, and the longest story I've ever written by far!

This fic is also dark so be aware of the tags (especially the DD:DNE tag)

My Arkhamverse canon is a mix of game canon and Arkham Knight: Genesis canon. I pick and choose what I like best 😉

If you enjoy the read please consider kudosing, commenting, and reblogging ❤️

《 ALSO ON AO3 》 (comments & kudos there are very much appreciated)

When the Clown finally put the bath brush down again it felt like all of his skin had been flayed away, leaving behind only raw, bloody meat. Whatever energy he had regained from his bowl of soup was gone now, leached from his body by that brush, and he barely had the strength to hold himself upright. Rivulets of blood, pus, soap, and watery filth trickled down his naked body. The putrid slurry collected in the grout between the shower tiles, swelling the humid air with a cherry-reeking miasma that turned his stomach and almost brought that soup screaming back up his throat. He slumped forward over his outstretched legs while he sobbed softly.

Joker stood, and Jason cowered at his feet, trembling like a kicked puppy. He still expected the man to pull out his scalpel and start carving fresh artwork into him so he was relieved when he heard the metal knob squeal again as it was turned. That relief was short-lived. Hot water splashed down like battery acid on what was left of his back. He cried out as his body bucked forward instinctively, trying to arch his poor back to safety, away from the punishing water, only to be greeted by even more pain as the shift in position tugged at all of the freshly opened wounds. He could only moan as the water beat down on him, a steady stream of misery. His bruised ass and broken tailbone ached, his shredded foot and fractured ankle throbbed, his back was a pulsing, shredded mass of agony made flesh; he was sinking once again into that quicksand of suffering that had become an all-too-familiar part of his life, like school had once been, like running had once been, like suiting up for nightly patrols had once been…

Why had he ever put on the suit? What had Gotham ever done for him? He knew the answer, and it had nothing to do with fighting crime in this shithole city. I wanted a family, a father who didn’t beat the shit out of me. I thought he wanted that too. The memory of the day Bruce took him to the courthouse to become his ward was as clear as it happened yesterday—all of the toys in the Clown’s torture chamber couldn’t take it away from him. He had tears in his eyes. Jason had cried later, too. That night, when he was alone in his new bedroom, too giddy to sleep in his new bed, in his new home, with his new family. He hadn’t experienced happiness like that since before his mom died. Now he desperately wanted to curl up inside that feeling, snug and warm and safe, like when he curled up beside his mom when he was a kid. I wish she were here. He’d failed her too, though. He should never have left her alone that day. If he’d been there he could’ve rolled her over so she didn’t choke. But instead, he’d fucked off to the library. He’d failed her like he failed at being Robin, like he failed to kill the Clown, like he failed at being the son Bruce wanted… the son Bruce would’ve saved.

When the water shut off again, the pain loosened its grip and Jason nearly collapsed against the tile in relief. He only dimly registered the return of the orderly from his errand by the reek of cigarette smoke clinging to the man’s scrubs, following him inside the small bathroom. Jason clenched his jaw, his body tensing as he tried to ignore the nicotine craving crawling beneath his skin. He stared pointedly down at the pink water swirling around the drain between his legs, not wanting to meet the mocking eyes of the orderly. He was all too aware of how fucking pathetic he looked, sitting here naked, shivering and snivelling like a whipped kid.

“Here ya go, boss,” Right said. His voice dripped with a cruel amusement that made the rejected sidekick part of Jason want to strangle the man and steal his cigarettes.

A bright burst of pain suddenly rang through his skull as the wooden bath brush cracked against the back of his head. He ducked his head between his shoulders, shrinking away from the Clown.

“Now, don’t be rude, Jason,” Joker chided smoothly in his deranged dad voice. “Tell the nice man thank you.”

Jason ground what was left of his teeth before begrudgingly grumbling, “Thanks,” to the filth-streaked shower floor.

The brush whacked the back of his head again, even harder this time. “I’ve taught you better manners than that,” Joker tsked. “Perhaps your memory needs a little jump start!”

Sharp metal prongs stabbed into the gash across his lower back, and Jason barely got out a yelp before a lightning bolt of current zapped into the raw center of that bloody furrow. Thousands of volts of white-hot agony surged through his flesh, searing every nerve along its path, branching from his lower back, up and down his spine, and out to his limbs, which jerked violently in response. His vision flashed to white as his fractured ankle cracked against the tile.

He threw back his head as a half-wheeze, half-squeal tore from his throat: “Thank you sir!”

Joker cackled in delight. “Much better!” he exclaimed with a wet slap to Jason’s lacerated back that doubled him over. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

Jason moaned in reply, getting a chuckle out of the orderly. “Whatever. I’m out.”

“Toodles!” Joker said gleefully with a dismissive wave of his hand that Jason didn’t see because his eyes were still clamped shut while he panted and reeled from the shock of that fucking prod. Of course the Clown wouldn’t miss the opportunity to use that thing while he was sitting in a puddle of bloody water, dripping wet.

Joker sprang to his feet again, shampoo and conditioner bottles in each hand. He whistled his same grating song while he squeezed out the fragrant contents high above Jason’s head, like a kid squirting mustard and ketchup onto his hot dog. The generous amount of pear and coconut scented mixture oozed off of Jason’s head and into his wounds, which reignited with fresh pain. I’m gonna smell like a damn fruit basket, he thought, grimacing from the sting, but that’s a step up from piss and shit at least.

“I should really do a better job of keeping my boy clean,” Joker muttered as he rolled up his purple pin-striped sleeves. He then jabbed both pasty-white hands into Jason’s tangled nest of greasy black hair and tried to work up a soapy lather, nearly ripping Jason’s hair out of his scalp in the process, before moving on to the comb. The comb worked no better against the knots and clumps so he tossed it over his shoulder, picked up the scissors, and gave Jason his promised haircut.

Jason sat marinating in fruity, oozy, stinging filth, letting this madman prune him like he was a garden hedge, wishing that the earth would open up and swallow him down to hell, which would be a vacation compared to this house of horrors. Twin tears crept down his scarred cheeks at the thought of what he’d let himself become. Or maybe… maybe this was who he was—who he always was. Maybe this was why Batman needed a new Robin.

[cinderswrites]

A B U S E love? :: 30 Fics in 30 Days

5694 / 30000 words. 19% done!

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This challenge is something I made based off the 30k November challenge. I plan on writing one short story per day every day of November, and since I know I'll probably blow past the 30k mark, I changed the name.

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"Abuse" is a story about a hopeless situation. It's meant to be an inside look to my character, Cyprian, a complex individual with severe mental health issues due to the trauma he's faced in his life. This story is only one look into the multifaceted character he is, a particularly important and brutally honest look at that. I did my best not to make it too depressing and too descriptive, and I hope I did my boy justice. The additional characters in the story are part of the Sons of Night universe as well, even though Cyprian himself is not integrated into their stories much.

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WC: 1,184 :: CW: BIG WARNINGS for domestic abuse, domestic violence, captivity, graphic depictions of abuse

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His lips were cracked and dry as his tongue swept out to lick them in an effort to soothe the dryness. There was no use in the action, since he couldn’t remember when the last time he had any water was. Hours? Days?

People can’t survive long without water, right? It can’t have been that long.

He gasped as a new shock of pain surged through his shoulders and down his spine; the side effects of being strung up like skinned cattle in a meat locker. He could no longer feel his hands that were chained above his head. His toes were bloodied from scraping against the concrete, and his calf muscles burned with the strain of trying to ease the pain in his shoulders and upper arms.

If he let himself hang there, he was bound to dislocate something. He whimpered and groaned, the rattle of chains in the damp darkness ringing through his very soul. He couldn’t even tell if his eyes were open anymore.

He could smell the mustiness in the basement. Like a rotten, mildew-y smell, sickeningly sweet in all the wrong ways. All he could hear was the soft drip…

Drip…

Drip…

… of some pipe leaking somewhere in the basement.

H I S basement.

The thought of the man he’d once called love brought an aching sensation to the pit of his stomach. It could have also been from the strain of hanging there day after day. How long has it been now?

He couldn’t see any light, nor hear any clock. Just the sound of the drops of water echoing out. Beating against his ears like he was a bat honing in on every tiny sound. There was no telling how long he’d been down here.

He didn’t remember what made H I M so mad in the first place. What did he do wrong? Where did it go so horribly wrong?

He knew where.

That night, at the park.

Va-

“No,” he croaked, swallowing and choking. The inability to even have that one relief sent him into a coughing spasm that clenched sore muscles and jostled him around on the chain.

He tried to still himself. If he made too much noise, then H E would stomp down the stairs and show him what it meant to be quiet. The coughing had also tugged at the ragged raw flesh of his back that had been split open by that fucking bamboo cane.

The same one he picked out for H I M on their first Christmas.

He let out a soft noise, and he couldn’t tell if it was a cry or a whimper or a scoff.

He wasn’t usually this aware. H E made sure to keep him hovering between reality and a high that he’d wished he never knew in the first place.

It was odd.

Something wasn’t right.

Drip…

Drip…

Drip…

A violent chill ran through him, causing the chains to rattle again. He tried to lift his head to give himself some relief from the burning tug of pain that was going from the back of his head down to his tailbone. There was a roaring in his ears that wouldn’t go away. His dull eyes were burning now, too.

Was he crying?

He didn’t know.

…

Something made him jostle suddenly, rattling the chains again and eliciting a pained cry from his arid throat. What? Why was he-? Did he pass out?

What woke him?

He blinked a few times, or at least he thought he did. He couldn’t tell anymore. It was like a fucked up sensory tank, being in complete blackness, no light or air movement aside from his own shallow pained breaths. Something was happening, he could feel it.

The roaring he heard earlier was gone. Instead, he could hear heavy thuds walking above him.

Clunk…

Clunk…

Clunk…

Every step rained down dust on his skin, making him itchy. Making the gaping wounds on his back protest loudly.

Suddenly-

“Cyprian? Cy, where the fuck are you, man?”

No- it couldn’t be.

Could it?

His breath stopped and he tried to still the slight clinking of the chains, willing himself to focus. He’d had audio hallucinations before, hell even visual ones. There was no way that his brother-

“Cyprian?!”

Cyprian’s breath left him in a rush and he cried out, “Cyrus! Cy—“

He could only manage that much before he was coughing again. Whatever strength he had hidden away, whatever reserve of defiance and rebellion he kept within himself, he channeled it now.

He let out a loud noise- a cry, a shout, a guttural wail, he wasn’t sure but he certainly bellowed it out loud enough for his brother to hear. The thudding he heard earlier—heavy boots on wooden floors as he realized now—suddenly became chaotic as whoever was above him frantically searched for a way below.

A rush of air washed over him as the door on top of the stairs opened. His eyes squinted at the light filtering in. He could hear more than one person quickly descending down into this eighth gate of hell he occupied. He was immediately blinded by a fluorescent light when one of the people flicked on the switch. Cyprian made a noise of discomfort, squeezing his eyes shut and hanging his head. He had no strength anymore to hold himself up.

“Sweet fuckin’ Mary-“

A gruff voice, familiar and vague, cried out.

He could only imagine what he looked like. “Everyone out ‘cept me and Jericho!” Cyrus’ voice barked out loudly as he approached his little brother.

More steps retreated to the upper floor again. Cyprian couldn’t do much but continue to hang there. He hadn’t realized the small noises of pain he was making, noises that shot through Cyrus’ heart and brought tears to his eyes. Tears he didn’t bother hiding as he fumbled around to find something to cover the young man with.

“Jericho, see if you c-can find some fuckin’ b-bolt cutters or somethin,” Cyrus mumbled as he located an old sheet. He approached Cyprian with it and wrapped it around his waist, covering him modestly. “Jesus, little brother… what the fuck happened?”

Cyrus’ whisper fell on deaf ears because Cyprian was once again unconscious. It took a few minutes, but soon he was holding Cyprian’s body, careful of the wounds on his back—the very ones that made him want to throw up, cry, and burn every fucking building in this city down.

A throat-ripping scream was pulled from Cyprian as he was brought back to consciousness from the sheer pain of his arms falling limply to his sides. It was the last thing the three men in the room heard as once again, he fell unconscious.

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If there was anything that Cyprian really remembered that day, almost two years ago now, it was that as he fell into his brother’s arms for the first time in six years, a sense of relief washed over him. Not because he was finally free, finally rescued.

It was a sense of relief that he thought he’d finally died.

[oberonwinston]

Typical Myths Regarding Pilonidal Cysts

A pilonidal cyst is what you have if you feel a bulging pimple growing close to your tailbone. It appears in the spaces between the buttocks' loose skin folds. It begins as a benign and safe development within the hair follicle. Once it becomes infected, the issues arise. Living day to day is challenging because of the pain and suffering. Following surgery, the patient needs to practice proper self-care and see their physician for advice on how to treat their pilonidal cyst. But first, one must be aware of the situation. Don't let false information about pilonidal cysts divert you.

Causes of Poor Hygiene Cyst Pilonidal : When the hair shaft becomes stuck inside the hair follicle, the cyst essentially begins there. This is dependent upon the skin's general quality and the hair's coarseness, though there are common misconceptions about pilonidal cysts that often lead to misunderstandings of the condition.

[aayanglobal123]

How to Prevent Bed Sores on a Bedridden Patient ✓Best 11 tips

How To Prevent Bed Sores on a Bedridden Patient?

Do you want to know about “How To Prevent Bed Sores on a Bedridden Patient?” Then Read this blog, You will get better solutions about Immobilized patients at your home.

Certain health conditions restrict the patient’s movements and tie them to their bed.  Unfortunately, patients suffering from such medical conditions face the maximum risk of developing bedsores. 

Also known as pressure ulcers, bed sores are a common yet often preventable condition in bedridden patients. These painful wounds result from prolonged pressure on the skin; these commonly arise on the skin over the bony areas of the body including the heels, ankles, hips, and tailbone. Bedsores can develop over hours or days. Changes in the color of the skin, sore areas, and swelling are some common symptoms of bedsores. They can be categorized into several stages depending on their depth and some other features. Bedsores might lead to serious complications if left untreated. They can grow large and lead to infections. Usually, most sores heal when proper medication is applied, however, so some open sores never heal completely.  

We are crafting this blog to help Bed-rest patients shield themselves from the danger of bed sores. Here we explore their causes and risks, along with the 11 best practices to prevent them in patients. Keep reading till the end because we provide some further tips to alleviate Pressure Sores and enhance the comfort and well-being of those confined to bed.

Understanding Bed Sores: Causes and Risk?

We might have heard about bed sores. But how many of us know what causes them? 

The lack of awareness about the causes, symptoms, and precautions for bed sores causes many people to suffer from them. 

To begin with, let us understand the causes of bed sores so that we can protect ourselves.

Pressure

If any part of our body is subjected to constant pressure then there is a high probability of reduced blood flow to the tissues. Blood delivers oxygen and nutrients to the tissue and is important for their survival. A complete cut-off or restricted flow of blood can damage and kill the nearby tissue over time. Bed sores caused due to pressure can damage the skin. For Bed bound patients open sores develop on the skin directly over the bone. These areas include the spine, tailbone, shoulder blades, hips, heels and elbows.

Friction

Convalescence can be caused due to fiction as well.  In this case, the skin rubs against the clothing or bedding fabric and becomes more prone to injury. The chances of bed sores due to friction increase especially if the skin is moist.

Shear

Bed sores can also be caused when two surfaces move in the opposite direction. This can happen in the case of patients seated in a wheelchair or lying on inclined beds. Often a patient might slide down the bed thus causing the tailbone and the skin over it to be pulled in opposite directions.  

Now that we know the causes of bed sores, let’s look at the people who are more prone to the risks of bed sores. These include people who 

Are immobile due to comma or any other disease 

Lack sensory perceptions

Have poor nutrition 

Have medical conditions affecting blood flow

Wear prosthetic devices 

Are paralyzed

Have no control over their bladder or bowels  

Are 70 and above 

In this segment, we discuss various risks and complications associated with bed sores, especially if they are left untreated.

Infection

Tissue Necrosis

Muscle and joint damage

Reduced Quality of life

Bedsores can cause open wounds in the skin and make it more prone to bacterial infection. If the bacteria enters the body then it can lead to cellulitis, sepsis, or other serious infections.Severe or untreated bed sores can lead to tissue necrosis. Here the tissue dies due to lack of oxygen and nutrients and can deteriorate the pace of wound healing.Prolonged pressure on certain areas of the body can harm the underlying muscles, joints, and bones. This can even lead to muscle atrophy, joint stiffness, and even bone fractures in severe cases.A person’s quality of life can be significantly impacted by the chronic pain, discomfort, and limited mobility associated with bed sores.

[daniellalloyd]

Bothersome Cysts, Their Causes, and What They Look Like

The weather is going to change, and when it warms up in different parts of the world, you’ll need to pay more attention to your hygiene. This is for good reason because perspiration is not your greatest buddy. Furthermore, the dust that you are exposed to and the numerous pollutants that you come into contact with daily might cause a variety of skin-related problems. When we talk about cysts, we’re talking about skin concerns. It is determined by how you maintain your hygiene daily.

A cyst forms when there is a crack in your body with some hair growth, skin debris, and space for perspiration or moisture to gather. This cyst could also be the result of your genetics or excessive friction generated by the items you wear or the work you undertake. Remember that the motives and outcomes can be extremely different. You could develop a pilonidal cyst, a breast cyst, or anything else. Let’s take a look at some of the most common forms of cysts and what they look like so you can identify them and begin treatment as soon as possible:

Cyst in the epidermis

This cyst is fairly common, and it is also quite rare. It is distinguished by a slow-growing overgrowth that can be discovered on your face, neck, back, head, and even on your genitals. It is frequently caused by a keratin buildup just beneath your skin. In certain situations, it may seem like a skin-colored protrusion or something yellowish that appears as a lump or a thick material on top of your skin. Over time, it may become bloated and red. If not treated promptly, some people suffer discomfort, inflammation, and infection.

Cyst of the sebaceous gland

This type of cyst can also appear on your neck and face. Some people object to wearing it on their torso. If you have had trauma that has resulted in extraordinary activity of your sebaceous gland, you may be predisposed to this cyst. Additionally, any damage to your sebaceous gland could result in the same condition. Some people complain about a similar cyst after injuring themselves or undergoing surgery. This cyst can put pressure on the affected area and produce pain. However, there is no need to be concerned because they grow slowly and are not malignant.

Infection of the Pilonidal Cyst

Pilonidal illness is also common these days. It is most common in men in their early 30s and 40s. It is a fairly common skin problem that occurs near the top of your buttocks. Some believe it happens after adolescence, while others believe it can happen to anyone who is a little overweight and has dense hair growth. If you work in a job that requires you to sit for lengthy periods, you may develop a pilonidal cyst infection. Moisture, sweat, broken hair follicles, skin debris, and pollutants can all cause infection in the small area between your butt cheeks and at the end of your tailbone.

Conclusion

These are the top five most common cysts that can affect almost anyone. You must be aware of them, especially if you have someone in your family who has a medical condition that makes them more susceptible to contracting them. This blog was written in an attempt to keep you updated on what symptoms to watch for and how to detect them quickly and simply without panicking.

[drtaru]

Dr. Tarun Mittal - Transforming Pilonidal Sinus Treatment with Endoscopic Expertise in Delhi

In the realm of medical innovation and patient-centric care, Dr. Tarun Mittal shines as a pioneer in the field of Endoscopic Pilonidal Sinus Treatment in Delhi. renowned for his surgical prowess, dedication to improvements, and empathetic affected person care, dr. Mittal has turn out to be a relied on call for individuals searching for effective and minimally invasive answers to this regularly difficult circumstance.

A Adventure of know-how

Dr. Tarun mittal's adventure within the scientific area is marked with the aid of a continuing pursuit of excellence and a passion for improving the lives of his patients. Following his education at esteemed establishments, he dedicated himself to the world of surgery, with a selected interest in pilonidal sinus treatment. Over time, his awareness and power have propelled him to come to be a trailblazer in this specialized field.

Studying Endoscopic Techniques

Pilonidal sinus, a condition characterised with the aid of painful abscesses or cysts near the tailbone, historically required open surgery, resulting in extended healing durations and discomfort for sufferers. Dr. Mittal identified the want for a much less invasive method and immersed himself in mastering endoscopic techniques. These modern-day approaches allow for smaller incisions, reduced pain, faster recuperation, and progressed beauty results.

Revolutionizing Treatment

Dr. Mittal's knowledge in endoscopic pilonidal sinus treatment has revolutionized the way this situation is controlled. By using leveraging specialized device and his deep knowledge of the situation, he offers sufferers a extra relaxed and green opportunity to standard surgical procedure. This innovation now not simplest alleviates bodily discomfort but additionally addresses the emotional toll that persistent situations can have on individuals.

Patient-centric technique

Beyond his technical skillability, dr. Tarun mittal's empathetic patient-centric method sets him aside. He acknowledges the challenges that patients face when handling pilonidal sinus and takes the time to concentrate, train, and reassure them. His compassionate demeanor fosters a experience of accept as true with and confidence, making the treatment journey smoother and much less daunting for his sufferers.

Embracing holistic well-being

Dr. Mittal's willpower extends beyond the confines of surgical tactics. He believes in promoting holistic properly-being and empowering his patients to undertake healthier existence. Through imparting steering on preventive measures and put up-remedy care, he guarantees that his sufferers have the equipment they want to preserve their health and reduce the chance of recurrence.

Testimonials of Transformation

The impact of dr. Mittal's work is first-rate conveyed thru the tales of thankful patients. From people who've skilled relief from pain to those who've regained their self-confidence, these testimonials echo the high quality ameliorations delivered about by his endoscopic pilonidal sinus remedy. His commitment to affected person pleasure and well-being is obvious inside the gratitude shared via the ones whose lives he has touched.

In End

Dr. Tarun mittal's adventure from a devoted clinical scholar to a trailblazer in Endoscopic Pilonidal Sinus remedy is a tale of innovation, compassion, and transformative patient care. His unwavering determination to staying at the vanguard of medical advancements and his holistic approach make him a beacon of desire for individuals in search of effective solutions to their pilonidal sinus worries. With dr. Mittal main the manner, patients can stay up for a destiny loose from the soreness and obstacles imposed through this condition.

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[sociomi]

Awaken your spiritual self and maintain

Begin the asana by stooping on your mat and putting your hands on your hips. You ought to ensure that your knees and shoulders are in the very line and that the bottoms of your feet are standing up to the rooftop. Take in, and draw your tailbone in towards your pubis. You ought to feel the draw at the navel. While you are doing that, bend your back and gently slide your palms over your feet and fix your arms. Keep your neck in an unbiased position. It should not be anxious. Stand firm on the balance for around 30 to 60 seconds before you release the stance.

Practicing this asana under the administration of a yoga teacher is great. If you have a back or neck injury, then again expecting you are encountering either low or hypertension, it is best you avoid this asana.

This chakra is one of the most critical chakras as it oversees sureness, especially when you are among others. An open sun situated plexus furnishes you with an impression of regard and a sensation of control over things.

Anyway, if this chakra isn't for the most part so exceptionally unique as it should be, you will frequently be irresolute and uninvolved. An overactive sun based plexus will make you strong and overbearing.

Bit by bit directions to Change Or Awaken The Daylight based Plexus Put bowing down, ensuring your back is erect. Your position ought to be free. Put your hands on your stomach, rather lower than your sun controlled plexus. All of your fingers ought to join each other at the tops, and ought to be pointed away from you. Specifically, you ought to cross your thumbs while keeping your fingers straight. Zero in on your Manipura chakra with your eyes shut. Gain knowledge of all that it addresses. Slowly, gently, but clearly, serenade "Crush".

Loosen up while you do this, spreading calm and concordance across your psyche and body, but don't black out of the daylight based plexus. Examine how you really want this chakra to transform you totally. Check out a course in miracles translated books.

Do this until you feel perfect and stimulated. Keeping The Manipura Chakra Changed Through The Navasana Or Boat Stance Exactly when you practice this asana to change the Manipura chakra, it will effectively energize a singular change or work on the power of self. You will get an unbelievable conviction support and have an extended certainty.

The best strategy to Do The Navasana Lie level on your back, setting your feet together, and your arms close by your body. Take a full breath and subsequently, as you inhale out, lift your feet and chest off the ground. Stretch your arms towards your feet. Keep your toes, fingers, and eyes in a lone straight line. You ought to feel a stretch in your navel locale while the strong strength contract. Breathe in significantly and consistently as you stay aware of the stance. Inhale out and convey the stance.

Make an effort to avoid this stance if you experience the evil impacts of a cerebral pain or outrageous headaches. In like manner, avoid this asana if you have low circulatory strain, spinal issues, or a consistent disease. Heart patients and asthma patients ought to avoid this stance.

Pregnant women ought to in like manner avoid this stance, as should women on the underlying two days of their period.

Youngsters with low focus strength can do Sahaja Navasana. Wind your knees and lean back with arms outstretched until you feel an attract your waist.

This chakra manages the sexual necessities of the body. An open sacral chakra prompts an open door and smooth movement of sexual energy, without you being over-up close and personal about it. You will be agreeable to get into a relationship, and will be not open about it yet rather similarly vigorous while you are in it. An open Svadhisthana chakra will promise you have no sexual dysfunctions. Visit https://store.livingmiraclescenter.org/collections/a-course-in-miracles-music-cds for more info.

Regardless, if this chakra is underactive, you will for the most part lose interest and are missing any hint of sentiments. In the event that your chakra is overactive, you will be up close and personal and fragile continually. You may similarly have a steady prerequisite for sexual development.

Put stooping down, with your back straight, but free. Place your hands in your lap, with your palms going up against upwards, and one over the other. Hold your left hand under your right, with the ultimate objective that the fingers are covered. Thusly, the fingers of your left hand will be set under your right hand, but the rest of your left palm will be basically pretty much as revealed as your right.

Close your eyes and spotlight on your sacral chakra. Procure cognizance of a major inspiration for it. Carefully, but clearly, serenade "VAM". As you thoroughly loosen up, contemplate the chakra and what you accept it ought to mean for your life. Reflect until you feel cleansed and restored.

Practicing this asana will deliver creative mind as well as up close and personal strength. Since this chakra manages the sexual energies in the body, this asana similarly has an effect in further developing wealth as it change the chakra.

Begin the asana with the mountain present. Place your arms by your sides, and let them lay easily on the hips. Broaden your feet so much that they are set something like four feet isolated. Turn your toes outward. Take a full breath. As you inhale out, curve your knees, and guarantee they are over your toes. Cut down your hip into a squat. Your thighs ought to be totally agreed with the floor. Nevertheless, this ought to happen with preparing once you are actually alright with slouching down.