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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 4 months

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Random shit while I have a headache again.

The Eclipses Show AU Edition!

Solar treats Backup and Original as his brothers once they get through the awkward adjustment phases. Solar doesn’t exactly have a good relationship with either of his brothers so he actually secretly does like having Backup and Original around because it feels like he finally has someone that cares about him.

Backup has physical backlash from the star. Namely occasional seizures and memory gaps. The memory gaps are mainly from his time having the star but there’s also a few memory gaps he has from controlled shocks given to him by the OG Blood Moon twins.

Original has high anxiety around wild animals. He just does. He doesn’t know why. In reality, it’s because animals would further break his body while he was offline and his AI developed an irrational fear of wild animals. A wolf was the reason half his leg was missing actually. And a bear was what broke his faceplate and eyes. His internals, for five months, housed a bunny. He’s terrified of most animals.

#sun and moon show #sams #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #the eclipses show au #fnaf solar #fnaf good Rclipse #fnaf eclipse #snoweytrashposts #snoweytalks #snoweyrambles #snoweyrants #sun and moon show imagines #sams imagines #tw seizure mention #murder me please #my heads gonna explode #i swear it

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rippedstitch-s · 4 months

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( @ira-langley )

Asa sways. It’s that salty ocean smell that he enjoys - a push back to normalcy. Back to the cliffs and the open windows in Beauford Cross. Does he miss it? Normalcy being a little bed and simple meals, a bevy of medications that keep him complacent and slow? Unaware of... all of this?

A popular song plays in the back of his brain. Faux cheery when played in an echoing rec room, back then.

Somewhere, beyond the sea...

His jacket is buffeted around him. His hair a mess, a scarf that’s already coming untangled where it was once safe around his neck.

It’s so cold but his body feels warm. Magma beneath his skin.

He’s not… sad, per se. Nor is he angry. Not much of anything. His body doesn’t take in the outside stimulus as it should. It’s just a dull pulsing and wind.

Where he stands doesn't even cross his mind as precarious - and yet where he stands is on top of a bridge. There are no grand feelings or thoughts of ending it all. It's just where he's ended up stopping and standing in another sleepless night with brain fuzzing in and out after a seizure.

He's just taking in the view.

Then he sees someone. A person. Someone he must put the shroud of civility and calm and normal back on for. It's a struggle moreso than other nights. But... "Evening, officer."

#ira-langley #closedstarter #tw seizure mention #tw suicide mention #he is NOT #THINKING ABOUT IT #JUST BECAUSE. I MENTIONED IT #I WANNA BE SAFE

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unityrain24 · 9 months

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okay first off i hate ads but second off how in the fuck are they allowed to make flashing ads???? a high percentage of the ads i've seen lately have a bad bright, flashing saturated colours and i'm just like ????? there is no warning to this and you can't like,, skip it? or avoid it or anything?? i mean i'm lucky that i don't get seizures from bright flashing colours but it's a widely known thing that lots of people do?? what the FUCK

#ads #i hate ads #advertisement #disablity pride month #tw seizure #tw seizure mention #unityrain.txt

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rapidlydecayingcorpse · 1 month

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why is it that in house episodes in between the plot there's clips of house and wilson talking about stupid shit. wilson says "do u think a car could be classified as a mammal" and house says "no mammals have lungs dumbass" then it goes back to the patient having a seizure or something. why does this happen

#tw seizure mention #no really like it's funny but how does it add #house md

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befuddled-calico-whump · 3 months

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ok ok so you had an ask here about cyborg jericho hacking himself to escape control. imagine though if it caused him to have random glitches since his hacking was rushed, which manifests as seizure fits, mental blackouts and impaired vision and speech that comes and goes

ooh yeah, I can definitely see it having some side effects. He'd adapt to it, and either have work-arounds or some kind of signal (probably to Joy since she'll still be an engineer in this universe) that he needs an assist

#a fun and realistic detail for him #(well realistic as far as cyborgs go lol)#joy could help him make a text-to-speech module he can use if his voice cuts out #anon #tw seizure mention

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johannepetereric · 3 months

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Kyoya pre-match “training” screaming and noises and being on the ground reminds me of when I’m having an Attack and need to breathe harder to calm myself from the spike of shaking and having to move in various positions of lying down (and different levels of blanket-wearing) and sitting on the sofa and petting Mulan and generally having to hold on to something so that I don’t get a seizure (which actually happened at an MRI or CAT scan last year, with these exact symptoms. I was breathing REALLY HARD AND FAST-PACED and panicking an, and I’m not sure if it’s a doctor thing or an intern thing, but THEY DID NOT NOT PICK UP ON IT until like the end-ish, even WITH my heavy breathing and pained noises (I forgot if I was crying, but now I’m tearing up at the memory).

So, uh. Take care of yourselves! Imma drink water now like I gotta do in those moments!

#Take care of yourself!#ep74 #beyblade metal masters #Beyblade metal saga #kyoya tategami #Tw seizure mention #Medical trauma #Chronic condition #storytime

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ask-the-celestial-family · 1 year

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Kill Code: So let me see if I got this all right. I gained sentience when we were having a period. The Creator gave me, specifically, a virus that eats at my code so much it relayed to my body. I’m underweight, a mother of three, have a brother as my baby daddy, I shared a body with my grandchild. I’m mentally ill, physically ill, have chronic pain, chronic sickness, glitches, seizures, pass outs, and I was feral for weeks before you knocked me out of it?

Moon: Yeah, that sounds correct.

Kill Code: WHY DO I EXIST EVEN!?

Moon: I’m starting to think you’re spiting a god with your continued existence, actually.

#kill lunar au #kill code moon #fnaf moon #fnaf creator #incorrect kl au quote #incorrect quotes #source: my brain #maybe canon #maybe not #we’ll know when we get there #all i will say #is chapter 69.5 will exist #and a later half chapter as well #and we all know what half chapters mean riiiight #tw caps #tw inc*st mention #tw seizure mention #tw chronic pain mention

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small-but-mightyy · 2 years

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me, in denial: I don’t dissociate

also me: *has dissociative seizures, a fearful avoidant attachment style, and a fragmented identity*

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little-bloodied-angel · 7 months

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So my birthday is this Friday, and:

-I'm sick as a dog currently, can't see my doctor until tomorrow, and it may be covid, which would mean I'd have to be in isolation.

-In no small part thanks to my mother, I haven't hit my weight gain goal. I feel guilty but also just look awful in general, and I'm weak and in pain

-I look even worse because I've been sick and depressed during the relapse, so I haven't kept my eyebrows up after my last professional appointment, which was really difficult to do at home without equipment anyway and being nearly blind. And the appointment was in July anyway. I also haven't gotten my hair done like I usually do around my birthday. And I couldn't replace my gel nails because my mother keeps putting it off because she's a cheapskate, same as the eyebrows, so now one is broken and the rest are overgrown (I got them done in late August). There's no time to fix any of it even if I could pay for it because there's no way I can get the appointments. Even if I could, I can't call for those appointments until I'm tested negative for covid, and seeing the first point that's going to take a while

-Because dealing with my BDD and ED isn't enough, I got my period and I'll still have it on Friday, so I'm going to be super dysphoric. And only able to wear black clothes in case of stains. And not being able to take a nice bath either (can't use insertion object type sanitary products).

-My uncle/godfather is completely ignoring me

-My father has basically disappeared and hasn't mentioned my birthday once

-My mother is a piece of shit as ever and now she's taken to leaving me completely alone to go to her father's house despite me being actively sick now and not "just" disabled. Which means that I'm coughing my lungs up and with such a high fever I see double, and I still have to at minimum take care of the dog and feed myself. The last time I was walking the dog I got so dizzy because of the fever and general weakness that I almost split my head on the edge of the sidewalk but when I told her about that all she did was yell about me not being careful enough. The only times my birthday has been mentioned in the house at all is whenever I bring it up and she complains that I want everything to be about me and "ridiculously expensive things" like the nails. Btw she's still living off the money she gets both from my dad and from the government for having a disabled child and living in my house without paying rent or mortgage. So even if I was really asking for expensive things, that's my money.

-My only irl best friend dipped on me because she mixed up the dates related to an event that features one of her comics.

-Most of my online friends aren't talking to me either

-Something else that I'm really upset about but that I can't mention in a public post for more than one reason.

There's more stuff going on but these are just the recent developments as of like last month. It's like some force of the universe heard me complain about not wanting to turn 29 and also about how difficult it was going to be to celebrate and decided to make it outright impossible. Most of my birthdays have been pretty sad and lonely, especially lately, but man I suspect this one is going to take the cake. The only one that probably can't be topped is the one where I planned my super special 18th birthday for months and then I died during the party (coded during a seizure) because my chronic illness finally had it with me and suffered a steady decline ever since then.

It's really looking fucking great. Alone, looking horrid, being depressed, no party, no presents and no special food. Of all the things I wanted I am going to have literally zero.

And of course if I ever do make mention of being sad about this my mother becomes even more emotionally abusive than usual.

What's the damn point anymore?

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 5 months

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Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,761 Words

Summary: After losing Blood Moon, Sun and Moon return home only to find someone later that night in the daycare.

Warnings: Angst, Blood, Injury, Mild Gore, Amputation, Trauma, Betrayal, Gun, Shooting, Seizure, Prosthetics, let me know if I should add anything else.

That Damn Tails Plushie

Sun sighed, they were home. Moon was still angry and so was Sun to a degree but Sun also understood why Blood Moon would run. They were now scared of the power Sun held, so running made sense.

Sun let Moon continue complaining about Blood Moon’s disappearance. Moon was riled up, hopefully he’d calm down soon enough.

“Teleportation!?” Moon huffed, seemingly ending his rage.

“I know, Moon.” Sun agreed.

“Ugh, fine. I’m going to sleep. This shit of chasing him down is annoying as hell. He could be in Canada by now with how long we were searching.” Moon huffed.

“Yeah, sleeping sounds good.” Sun yawned and followed Moon up to their rooms, bidding his brother goodnight as well as Solar charging in the corner. Sun laid down in his bed and plugged in to charge, falling asleep relatively easy.

Sun woke up to a loud sound in the daycare and ran out to see Moon was still sleeping deeply as was Solar. Cautious, Sun went down on Moon’s old fly wire to see what the sounds were.

The sounds were coming from behind the security desk and Sun grabbed Moon’s gun he’d intended to use on Blood Moon to investigate. It sounded oddly like the medical box was being rummaged through.

Sun slowly peeled behind the desk and stopped stock still. Blood Moon sat on the ground behind the security desk, packing gauze into the stump of his left leg and wrapping it tightly with an ace wrap, hiccuping and shaking with undoubtedly blood loss and pain.

The black and red bot was littered with injuries, cuts everywhere and gouges taken from his other leg, including a deep cut through his Achilles tendon. Their right arm was barely hanging on from what it looked like bandaged up with gauze.

Sun stared in horror and dropped the gun, which startled Blood Moon, who slowly looked up as he was caught, eyes wide and a terrified look on his face.

It was tense for a moment, Sun horrified at the sight of his severely injured little brother and Blood Moon terrified at being caught by someone while seemingly raiding their emergency kit to patch himself the best he could.

But it seemed Blood Moon cracked first, tears spilling over his face and looking back down, seemingly ashamed of himself. Sun felt a pang of concern for Blood Moon. They had fights, sure, but Sun didn’t want his little brother to be hurt like this.

“We’re sorry, we needed medical supplies and cannot get anywhere else.” Blood Moon apologized, voice almost heartbreakingly scared. Sun knelt down with them, careful holding Blood Moon’s good hand.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe. I can take care of it. Okay?” Sun promised, letting his teary brother nod to him and sniffle as Sun gently began taking over the process and bandaging the rest of the wounds his poor little brother had.

“What happened to you?” Sun asked softly as he worked on the ace wrap, redoing it on Blood Moon’s stump of a left leg.

“That damned little fox. It set a trap for us! Sent us to a cage full of wolves that ripped us apart. He betrayed us. We thought we could trust him!” Blood Moon explained to him.

“They just kept ripping and tearing things off! We tried screaming but it didn’t work, nothing did! We tried to get away but we didn’t until we played dead! Everything hurt so bad and our leg was gone and almost our arm too! We tried…We tried…” Blood Moon broke down into sobs and was shaking like a leaf as Sun gently hugged them into his shoulder.

“It’s okay, you’re safe, Blood Moon. You’re safe here. You’ll be alright.” Sun promised, rubbing gently over their back and letting Blood Moon calm in his arms, hiccuping and clutching to him with his good arm.

It seemed they were truly traumatized, this couldn’t be acting with how desperately Blood Moon was clinging to Sun, shaking and crying. They wouldn’t play up something like this nor would they purposefully injure themself to garner attention. They wouldn’t be so truly terrified when they’d gotten caught.

“Don’t make us go back, please. We’re scared.” Blood Moon whispered in his other voice. Ah, right, there were two in one body.

“You two aren’t going back. You can stay here. You can be safe here. You can have a family, a bed, a life.” Sun offered.

“P-Please.” Blood Moon whispered, sniffling and trying to calm down. Sun gently pulled back and held their blood spattered face, gently wiping it off with a rag and Blood Moon gave a watery smile for him.

“There’s my little brothers.” Sun smiled, which made Blood Moon smile more genuinely, a soft, happy look on their face.

Sun realized it was the first time they’d been treated truly gently, truly without any kind of deal or exploitation or being used. It made Sun happy to know this genuine affection and care had come from him.

Sun didn’t catch it from the side of his eye but someone passed by, grabbing the gun from the ground. Sun didn’t see them until he spotted Moon from the other side of the security desk, gun raised.

Sun couldn’t even get a word out before the gun fired and Blood Moon’s look of happiness faded as he choked up blood, looking down in horror at his chest. Sun saw blood splattered onto his chest from Blood Moon’s as Blood Moon struggled to breathe, grabbing his chest as the delayed pain came on.

“Got him.” Moon told Sun proudly. Sun quickly snapped from shock and glared as Moon as he quickly scanned the wound, a bullet right through one of Blood Moon’s lungs. Sun put gauze and light pressure to the wound to stem the blood flow and grabbed the emergency oxygen machine, putting the mask onto Blood Moon’s face and turning it on to make him breathe still.

“You fucking ASSHOLE!” Sun yelled at Moon, shaking with rage as he tried to keep the gauze over the entrance and exit wounds to keep them from being exposed to the air.

“You saw me down here with him! You saw me taking care of him! Does he look like he can hurt anyone!?” Sun seemed to simply snap with rage.

It could’ve been just the disregard of the situation Moon had or it could’ve been the stress lately. But Sun finally came undone at seeing Blood Moon getting shot when the black and red bot was finally beginning to see change as a good thing sent him off the handle.

“Sun, we agreed-“ Moon began.

“I don’t care what the fuck we agreed! Fuck what we agreed! Screw the fucking plan! They came for medical supplies! They came for a safe place to treat their fucking wounds! Not to be shot at when they were finally accepting help! That little rat you killed sent them to their death and they barely survived, they came here terrified! They were scared to see me when they weren’t even doing anything wrong! They don’t deserve to be shot at and they don’t deserve to be treated like they’re some monster! They needed help, not to be given even more injuries!”

Sun couldn’t stop the word vomit of pure fury he had in this situation. Moon looked between them, horror growing on his face when he saw Blood Moon’s missing leg in specific.

“Oh Jesus fucking Christ!” Moon gasped, eyes widening as he saw all the injuries.

“Yeah, exactly. All those are from that damn fox thing. It sent them into a trap, wolves ripped them apart.” Sun watched Blood Moon as he huffed and struggled the oxygen, groaning in pain as his eyes rolled back into his head, body shaking more and convulsing.

“Hands off!” Moon pulled Sun’s hands away and he carefully put Blood Moon onto his side into a recovery position, fingers careful getting frothy saliva from Blood Moon’s mouth once the seizing stopped.

“What’s happening?” Sun asked, voice a little scared. Would Blood Moon life past something like that in the state he was in?

“He had a seizure, probably from shock and blood loss. I need to get him upstairs and fix what I can. I need you to go wake up Solar.” Moon told him, sending Sun off.

Sun immediately ran upstairs to Solar, waking him up by shaking his arms.

“Huh? What?” Solar asked.

“Okay, Blood Moon is good. Moon told me to wake you up. I think he needs help fixing Blood Moon. He got mauled by wolves.” Sun quickly explained.

“Oh shit.” Solar groaned, unplugging from his charger and getting up, stretching and cracking his joints into functional order as Moon came up on his fly wire with Blood Moon in his arms, landing on the balcony. “Fucking hell!?” Solar exclaimed upon seeing just how injured Blood Moon was.

“In my room, now.” Moon dragged Solar into his room and Sun paced waiting. He was so worried about his little brothers. Sure, the gunshot was near the top of the list of worries but the lost leg was even more worrying, the blood loss.

It was sunrise before Moon and Solar came out, Moon carrying Blood Moon, who was awake and somewhat aware. Blood Moon’s eyes flashed red and pink upon seeing Sun and lit up with joy.

“We were able to fix everything but his right arm. It was numb and grey by the time we tried to fix it so we had to amputate it. The computer is working on prosthetics for him. For right now, he has guards on his connectors we put in so don’t cut or stab yourself on them.” Moon warned as he gently sat Blood Moon onto the couch, where Sun practically collapsed to hug Blood Moon.

Get stabbed or not, Sun was going to hug his little brothers. Blood Moon cuddled against him and grabbed on tight with their left arm, their remaining one until the prosthetics were finished.

“I told you, you’re safe here. Nothing will ever hurt you again.” Sun promised.

“We’re home.” Blood Moon whispered, eyes slowly shutting now that they were comfortable and relaxed, melting into the warmth Sun offered and Sun freely offered it.

Moon and Solar sat beside the two cuddling on the couch, making sure both of them were okay as the two waited for the prosthetics to be done to attach them.

Truly, Blood Moon was home. Sun would make sure of it.

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asa-m-holland · 7 months

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Location: Godfather House of Blues Status: Closed ( @burninqhill - Lux )

Buzzing. Like the sound of old fluorescent lights in an office building.

It's a distant, annoying hum in the back of his ears that Asa's gotten used to. Flits in and out depending on the day, depending on if his brain decides to function that day. It sprouts like lightning from the old burns on his temples. Phantom electricity. Apt, for how the marks were put there in the first place.

He's had a seizure earlier in the day. Because of this, Asa looks a little less put together than his usual self as he steps into the House of Blues. The underboss of Hanging Man normally sports some smart jacket. A suit and tie - at the very least, a prim button-up. But today he shows old tattoos up pale forearms, messy raven hair. Sleepless wild eyes and an old jumper. Even jeans. Abhorrent.

It is Lux he's seeking out. An unlikely cohort, a dark shadow cut from the same crushed velvet cloth as him. He does not know why. Comfort? A conversation to distract? It is almost subconscious. But he sees them at a small table in a darker corner, and finds himself plopping down across from them. "Do you have absinthe in the back by chance, darling?" Despite his disheveled appearance, he speaks calmly, Irish lilt and a weak smile. "Or perhaps a gun for my forehead?"

#closedstarter #p: lux #just two underbosses ready to party #tw suicide mention #tw seizure mention

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sanriosratz · 2 years

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a lil’ thing on/about Adrian’s NES (non epileptic seizure(s))

he had his first seizure when he moved in with his foster parents, an ambulance was called and after a short stay and a multitude of tests, Adrian was diagnosed with NEAD/PNES; a non epileptic seizure disorder

they typically have absence (looks like zoning out) and myoclonic seizures (almost like a twitch), but tonic-clonic seizures (the full body convulsive seizure) do occur, too

their seizures (esp the full body convulsive ones) tend to knock them out for a few days; their postictal state leaves them dizzy and confused for a few, as well as give them bad headaches/migraines

#xinyi and kai as soon as they learnt about his seizures #definitely took it upon themselves to learn seizure first-aid #so that they could ensure that addie/their kitty was safe #creepypasta #kuraitsume’s tattoo & piercing parlour #pigment of your imagination #adrian #adrian lucas beck #others headcanons #letting anons speak #tw seizure #tw seizure mention #ask to tw

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morkowkv · 2 years

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its hard to move on from a crush on a person who handled my tics, seizures and fainting episodes better than my own family.

#vent post #it hurts but i need to move on.#he did so much for me. but hes not single.#his girlfriend is a very lucky person to have him.#tw seizure mention #tw tic mention #tw fainting #I'm happy for him #but i just feel so lonely

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rippedstitch-s · 9 days

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[ TALK ] For Matty uwu

[ TALK ] for one muse to bring up an important conversation they’ve been meaning to have

There's not much he hasn't told Matty, at this point. Through the time he's known him, Asa's learned a lot - and maybe some of it startles him. Scares him. But... regardless, he's been there. Tried to be, anyways. And slowly, the hitman's found out about Asa, too. His life in and out of mental institutions. His father's murder and the subsequent murders after. He knows about Asa's feelings for his father - kind of hard to avoid that one, anyways. Long streaks of sunlight enter the loft through those gorgeous windows. And Asa's gripping the sofa too tight. Unshed tears in his eyes- he's just come back from a seizure. Blinked slowly back into the present, seeing the high ceiling, the art on the walls... and then there's Mathias. Standing there in the doorway. Asa's not sure how long he's been there. Did he see? Did he watch Asa's body stiffen up, his eyes go vacant and far away? The twitching of his inked and now scarred fingers? Sometimes, the mindless speaking under his breath? "It's-... I'm..." He's hazy, but trying to explain already. Embarrassed. "I'm okay, it was... a seizure. They're not. Um..." Shit. "Just every so often. Just a couple of minutes long. See? I'm okay." Convincing himself. Flexing fingers, trying to smile. Tears still drip down his cheeks, regardless.