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Something's Wrong With You (senses)

Eyes

"Can you focus on me?"

"Hey... I'm over here?"

"What are you looking at?"

"Whoa, hey - sorry, didn't mean to startle you."

"I'm - I'm right in front of you."

"Can you... can you not see?"

"When did you lose your vision?"

"Hey, it's okay - it's okay. Let me take your hand and lead you."

"Don't be scared - it'll be okay. We'll fix it."

"Don't flinch - I'm going to touch you."

Ears

"Hello? Hellloooo?"

"Are you ignoring me?"

"God, you never pay attention -"

"I'm talking to you!"

"Why aren't you listening?"

"Pay attention!"

"Listen!"

"Can you not hear me or something?"

"Why are you looking at me like that..?"

"What - wait... you can't hear? Why am I saying this you can't hear it."

Mouth

"Why are you making that face? I spent ages cooking that."

"Why are you adding salt to that?"

"Whoa, you're drooling like crazy."

"Are you choking?"

"Bland? How can it be bland?"

"I can't taste anything."

"My mouth just tastes like blood."

"Everything tastes of nothing."

"My tongue's gone numb."

"Bleh."

Nose

"Eugh, can't you smell that?"

"Oh, that smells hideous."

"It reeks in here!"

"You stink."

"I think I broke my nose."

"I can't smell anything?"

"I think I've gone nose-blind."

"Should I... be able to smell anything?"

"I think I burnt my nostril hairs out."

"Everything just smells like smoke."

Feeling

"I think I just burnt my fingerprints off."

"My hands have gone numb."

"I can't - I can't feel anything. At all."

"Are you touching me? I can't tell -"

"Your hands are shaking."

"Okay - if you're going to keep dropping things you need to put them down."

"Can you feel this?"

"I'm going to run my fingers through your hair."

"I'm taking your hand."

"It's okay - it's okay. Just take a breath. The feeling will come back."

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“Perhaps many things inside you have been transformed; perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

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Identities

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— nizariat

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A Little Comfort

"Come sit with me?"

"Take a breath."

"You need to relax."

"You will feel better."

"It's going to be okay, y'know?"

"It all comes to rest eventually."

"You have to let it out. Or it'll destroy you."

"Just - hold my hand."

"I'm going to sit right here."

"You don't have to talk. But if you want to - I'm listening."

"You're going to survive this."

"You've gotten through it all before. You'll do it again."

"Every bad day you've had, you lived through."

"You will smile again."

"The work is hard. But it has to be done."

"I'll be there. When you're bad. When you're better."

"Don't pretend it's okay."

"None of this is okay. But it will be."

"It's okay to cry."

"Don't feel bad about this."

"At the end of the day, you're just - a person. That's okay."

"You're allowed to feel these things."

"I made you a hot drink?"

"Here. I saved you a cookie."

"Listen, I made - I made you this."

"It's okay to stop and breathe sometimes."

"Here, wear my jacket."

"There's a blanket."

"Lay down. Relax."

"Get some rest."

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Bit chilly out

"I'm so cold."

"It's freezing out here."

"My teeth are chattering."

"Oh my god I forgot my scarf."

"I can't stop shaking."

"I need a jacket."

"I am wearing three layers and I'm still cold."

"Do you think anyone would notice if I wore a hot water bottle?"

"I ca-n-n't sto-op sh-hi-ver-vering-"

"I can't feel my fingers."

"I need a hot chocolate."

"Give me that flask."

"I've never been so cold in my life."

"Can I crawl back into bed?"

"I need a heated blanket."

"You're freezing!"

"Here, take my jacket."

"Oh, your hands are cold - let me hold them -"

"I bought you a scarf."

"Here, use my gloves."

"One hot chocolate for you, and one black coffee for me..."

"Hey, look, I'm a dragon!"

"My breath is misting."

"Oh, my god, it's snowing."

"Let's go make snow angels!"

"There's not enough snow for a snowman..."

"Mind the ice -!"

"It's slippy out h- augh!"

"Wheeeee, I'm an ice skater!"

"Careful you don't fall - gotcha!"

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Bummed I had a migraine on my birthday, but glad I have one more day off after this - it's my gift to me ! Think I will spend part of it plotting new things maybe ? Would people be down for that ?

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mama bird

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It's unfair to use your special ability and explore the abandoned ship without your crew! (and unsafe)!

23. Rusty

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winter hurt/comfort dialogue

"i told you to be careful with the ice!"

"i saw you fall from the window, are you okay?"

"can you walk on it?"

"it's okay, i think..."

"i can't move it."

"i'm fine, i swear."

"you were outside for how long? without a coat?"

"get inside before you freeze to death.."

"you didn't want to listen to me when i said you'd get sick. you should have worn your coat out in that weather ."

"i'm not sick because it was cold out. that's just a myth."

"you scared me yesterday, y'know? i thought you had hypothermia or something...i've never seen you like that."

"alright i know it's not that cold. c'mere and let me see something, you might be running a fever."

"hug me?"

"babe, you're shivering." "n-no i'm n-not"

"i can't even move my fingers, it's freezing."

"give me your hands, i'll warm them up."

"why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well?" "you were really excited about the snow so..."

"who breaks up with their partner on christmas eve?"

"let's just stay in today and watch christmas movies, that'll cheer you up."

"i burnt my hand trying to take these damn cookies out of the oven!"

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😴 My muse wakes up in the middle of the night to find your muse injured in their living room ( from Smoker )

❣︎ | Memes :: From Here | Injuries Old and New

In his defense, he'd been polite enough to kick off his boots at the door despite the state of things - never mind the trail of bloody footprints he left behind.

While the actual breaking and entering part of this was silent and damage-free, done with a practised hand under a blanket of quiet, he could still be tracked from the door to the living room where he was now, detouring briefly into the bathroom as he'd scrounged for medical supplies. This wasn't his house and definitely wasn't where he was supposed to go when an undercover mission took an unfavourable turn - a hospital perhaps, given the bullet wound - yet here he was. Hospital was too risky with his cover blown right ? It was difficult to think, to trust that any decision he made was the right one, but in that moment of panic when he'd bolted the only place he'd wanted to go was someplace familiar and safe. There was more to that thought about safe places and people, but he pushed them away for the moment in favour of solving the blood loss problem. Really he was an inconvenience here, bothering a sleeping friend. The more quietly he could deal with this on his own the better.

He felt it when his stamina ran out and his Calm broke, like a sharp blow to the sternum but from the inside somehow. The unnatural, all-encompassing silence of the house in the early morning hours was broken by a soft, partially stifled sob as he shimmied clothes out of the way enough to reach the bullet wound just above his hip. Part of him was more than a little afraid to look and find out just what sort of damage was done. It certainly hurt, and try as he might he couldn't get his hands to stop shaking - instruments slipped in his bloody fingers, unsteady. A cold ripple of panic clawed its way up his back as he tried and failed to steady himself. Rocinante cursed under his breath and smeared the blood from his hands onto his already stained shirt, so caught up with attempting to manage his compounding mistakes that he didn't notice Smoker until he was already in the room, looking thoroughly startled from sleep.

" Hi . . . "

This wasn't the first time he'd let himself in at all hours, not even the first time with an injury, but the taller man's was uncharacteristically small and shaken - uncertain, unraveled. Reflexively, he bunched up a towel he'd been using to apply pressure and hid the offending wound behind it; not that he could, with blood and supplies already everywhere.

" S-sorry. I uh . . . was trying not to wake you. "

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Danez Smith, Don't Call Us Dead

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- boop

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♡ Hello I love you !

Sorry for disappearing, whenever I do an art project I am capable of dog-with-bone levels of intense focus, and I have a deadline of mid-november to get my scale model stuff off of the big table. OTL I plan on doing a bit of writing this weekend though ! I've got a couple inboxes to do yet and a bunch of replies to iron out, plus a couple of verses I haven't gotten to play with yet that I want to write out.

But ! If you'd ever like to reach me in a more immediate way you can add me on Disco - I'll throw my info under a cut. Love talking to mutuals, it just takes me a bit to get comfy and I disappear suddenly when patients require it.

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[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off [from here~]

❣︎ | Memes :: From Here | Prompts for Ordinary Things that feel Intimate

' You look a bit a mess '

The soft comment drew a bark of laughter from a very exhausted Rocinante, who was content to stay where he was for the moment as she sat down beside him - sprawled out on his back in the grass, chest still heaving from what had all too quickly turned into a half a day misadventure. Or, as Rocinante described it, a minor setback ( getting run out of town ) because of a misunderstanding ( petty theft and destruction of public property ). That didn't matter though - sure he was tired, but he'd still managed to bring food back without being followed. " Thank you very much, " he answered, eyes still shut a moment or two more as he enjoyed the patches of sunlight that filtered down through the trees before turning his head to look in her direction. " It looks worse than it is, " he gestured to the general disheveled nature of his appearance, the dirt and foliage he was dotted with from the haphazard run back, " I just decided I liked this spot enough to wear it. "

' Not that - I meant your face. You've smudged this whole side. '

Cool fingertips traced so gently along his jaw, over the ridge of bone under the eye - soothing in a way that made his eyes drift back shut, pale lashes fanning out over dull blue ink at the shiver that crackled down his spine.

' Let me ? '

" That's a tattoo, " he argued, but he also didn't move to stop her as she retrieved a cloth and a bit of water, delicately blotting at the stray paint with a level of care that was palpable. Over by the corners of his eyes, up to his eyebrow - really really smudged apparently; he resisted the urge to look down at his shirt sleeve to see if there was a shadow of his face lingering on the fabric. It was difficult to worry about things like that, with Thea and her actions exuding such a gentle, soothing presence. Safe, it was a safe feeling he realised. He was almost asleep even, only pulled out of it with a sharp ingress of breath when her fingers dragged over the scar at the corner of his mouth obscured by all that dark paint. Nervous energy brought his own hand to his mouth beside hers, expression momentarily pinched with equal parts embarrassment and apology as his eyes drifted over to meet hers. " 'M sorry. "

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⭒⭒⭑⭒ -- 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘀: FIRST TIMES (sfw), part 2

remember you can send 'reverse' to switch the roles ! other parts here.

CALL receiver calls sender late at night for the first time COMFORT receiver comforts sender for the first time COMPLIMENT receiver compliments sender for the first time DANCE receiver dances with sender for the first time DRESS UP receiver sees sender dressed up for the first time EXHAUSTED receiver is seen exhausted by sender for the first time FEAR receiver admits a fear to sender for the first time FEVER receiver takes care of sender when they're sick for the first time FIX receiver fixes something in sender’s appearance (hair, tie, button, etc) for the first time GIFT receiver gives sender a gift for the first time HAND HOLDING receiver has their hand held by sender for the first time HEARTBEAT receiver feels sender’s heartbeat for the first time JEALOUS receiver sees sender jealous for the first time LAUGH receiver hears sender laugh, really laugh, for the first time PHOTO receiver and sender take a photo together for the first time PROMISE receiver makes a promise to sender for the first time RAIN receiver and sender get caught in the rain together for the first time SCAR receiver sees sender's scar(s) for the first time SECRET receiver shares a secret with sender for the first time SHIRT receiver wears one of sender's shirts for the first time TEARS receiver tears up in front of sender for the first time TEXT receiver texts sender first after a long silence for the first time TIPSY receiver sees sender tipsy for the first time

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Patient who has missed and/or left in the middle of five (5) pre-ops in the last week and had to be escorted out of the hospital today: what do you mean I can't have my procedure tomorrow