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punksyeet · 5 months ago

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- Lovesick ❥

Plot: When a sickness bug ruins his Valentine’s Day plans, Jimmy makes it his mission to help his lady feel special regardless.

Warning: Mature language & fluff! <3

A/N: happy belated v-day friends! please excuse how late i am to the party, as the flu has been kicking my ass for over a week now. also, don’t mind any errors or lack of attention to detail in some parts. this sickness took away any attention span i had left in me. 🥲

anywho, i hope you all enjoy this one. she’s a tiny one compared to my others, but we love her regardless! 💌

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“Well Miss Gianna,” my doctor begins, walking back into the room after leaving to run a few tests. Covid, strep, and flu to be exact. “It turns out your instincts were correct. Your flu test came back positive.”

My heart drops at those last six words.

Positive? For the flu? On Valentine’s Day?

I let out a deep sigh, running a hand through my hair.

“I know the timing isn’t ideal,” he continues, intertwining his fingers in front of him. “But please understand that your health comes first.”

I nod slightly, my eyes fluttering closed. “I understand, Doc. Would you be able to send some medication over?”

“Absolutely,” he responds. “It’ll be ready at your pharmacy as soon as tomorrow morning.”

I nod again. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome,” he replies sweetly. “Take care, alright?”

And with that, he’s out the door.

I sit there for a minute in disbelief of my bad luck, before climbing off of the examination chair and putting my jacket back on.

When I reach my car, I immediately FaceTime Jon.

When he answers and pops up on the screen, he’s sat at a table taping something, a gorgeous smile on his face.

J: Hey, beautiful.

I smile at the compliment, pulling out of my parking spot.

G: Hi, my love. What are you up to?

J: Not much, just helping twin decorate his place for T before she gets home. Where you headed?

G: Aw, that’s sweet. She’s gonna love it. I’m headed home now.

J: Gotchu. Where you coming from?

My smile fades and I take a deep breath.

Get a grip, Gi. It’s not your fault. He’ll understand.

G: Urgent care.

He raises an eyebrow and a concerned look comes over his face.

J: Urgent care? What you was there for? Baby, you alright?

I shake my head, biting my lower lip.

G: Relax, Jon. It’s nothing too serious. I tested positive for the flu.

He just kind of sits there for a second, disbelief written all over his face.

J: You’re fuckin’ joking, right? You messin’ with me?

G: I wish. I felt like shit when I got up this morning and ran right to the doctor, knowing how much shit is going around. I called you as soon as I left.

J: Fuck, man.

He throws his head back and runs a hand over his face.

G: I know, babe. I’m sorry.

J: Nah, baby, don’t apologize. You ain’t get sick on purpose. The timing is just…

His voice trails off and I nod in agreement, resting my head back on the headrest when I reach a red light.

G: I know. That’s what I said.

He sighs and strokes his beard.

J: Aight. I guess we’re gonna have to work with what we got.

I pop my neck back, giving him a mean mug.

G: Boy, are you insane? You’re not coming anywhere near me.

J: Like hell I ain’t. Bae, you’re sick. I gotta take care of you. Do right by the woman I love.

G: Jonathan-

J: Nah, I don’t wanna hear allat. Lemme finish up here and I’ll be home in a bit, okay?

I sigh, running a hand through my curls, knowing that as hard as I try, I’m not winning this argument.

G: Okay. Fine.

J: Aight. Love you, mama. I’ll see you soon.

G: Okay. Love you too.

And with that, he hangs up.

I let out a deep sigh as the streetlight turns green, allowing me to turn onto the highway.

** Jimmy’s POV **

“Was that sis?” Josh asks, walking back to the island from the bathroom and taking a seat. “Everything good?”

I nod, licking my lower lip. “Yeah, man. She’s got the flu.”

His jaw drops in shock. “Fuck, man. You serious?”

I sigh, nodding. “Yup. She’s driving home from the doctor now.”

“Damn uce,” he replies, his attention turning to a banner. “Whatchu gonna do about tonight now?”

I shrug, shaking my head. “No idea. I had dinner reservations set and everything.”

He sucks his teeth. “I’m sorry, bro. Maybe you can rain check?”

I narrow my eyes, shaking my head. “Nah, I still gotta do right by her. I’ll come up with something.”

He nods, nudging my arm. “Whatever you need uce, I gotchu. Just let me know.”

I smile, nodding slightly. “Preciate you, man.”

Suddenly, a lightbulb goes off in my head and I turn back to my twin with a smirk.

He looks up at me and his expression immediately fades. “The hell you lookin’ at me like that for?”

“Big Jim has an ideaaa!” I sing, hopping out of my chair at the island.

Josh groans in response, placing his head in his hands. “Five words the world fears most.”

** Gianna’s POV **

“Guess he’s not home yet,” I mutter to myself, pulling up to Jon and I’s place and seeing an empty driveway.

After pulling in, I shut off my car, grab my things from the passenger side, and head up the pathway to our home.

With one swift motion, the front door flies open and so do my eyes.

There’s balloons and flowers everywhere.

Soft music echoing throughout the house.

The deep and warm scent of vanilla takes over whatever’s left of my sense of smell.

“J-Jon?” I call out, closing the door behind me and stepping further into the house.

“Welcome home m’lady,” he replies in an awful French accent, suddenly appearing in the doorway to the kitchen.

I chuckle in reaction to his goofiness and look around. “Babe, what is all this?”

He walks over and taking my stuff. “I refuse to let some stupid ass sickness ruin our night, baby. Today is all about love. Lemme show you how much I love you.”

I dramatically stick out my bottom lip as he pulls me into an embrace, rocking us back and forth and kissing my hair.

“Jon please,” I plead, stepping back. “I don’t want you to get si-“

“Shh,” he interrupts, pulling me back in. “You’re ruining the moment.”

I playfully roll my eyes and he chuckles, cupping my face and kissing me.

I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss back, my worries fading away the second we make contact.

“Cmon mama,” he orders, taking my hand and placing my stuff down on the couch. “Dinner will be ready soon.

“You go ahead,” I assure him, letting go of his hand and heading upstairs. “I’ll be right back.”

He nods and heads into the kitchen.

The dress I bought while shopping with T last week is too pretty to go to waste.

And if I can’t leave the house, it’s time to play dress up I guess.

I freshen up with a quick shower and slip into the silk, followed by a little makeup and hair action.

“Goddamn,” Jon coos when he sees me, after looking up from what looks like pasta sauce cooking on the stove. “Look at my girl.”

He lifts my hand and twirls me, a gorgeous smile on his face as he admires my body.

“This dress was originally for our date but,” I reply, soothing out the torso part. “I figured why let it go to waste when you’ve worked so hard on this too?”

He smiles and takes me into his arms, pulling me in by my waist.

“I love you so much, you know that?” he asks in between kisses to my jaw.

I giggle and lift my head, his beard tickling my skin. “I know, I know. And I love you too, baby. So much.”

I hold either side of his dreamy face and pull his lips to mine, softly smiling in the kiss.

He pulls away with a “mwuah” sound and takes my hand, leading me over to the dining table.

The rest of the night includes a candle light homemade dinner featuring our favorite wine, a steaming hot bath with rose petals, and gift giving on both sides.

Me to him, a silver chain to go with his favorite bracelet.

Him to me, a Cartier love ring that I’ve been eye-ing for months.

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The next morning, I wake up to a bright ray of sunshine peeking in through our curtains.

With a groan, I turn over and nuzzle my face into Jon’s neck.

He responds with a pair of big muscular arms wrapped around me extra tight and a kiss on my temple.

“Mmm morning,” I greet him as best I can, before placing a light kiss on his jaw.

“Mornin’ ba-“ he’s interrupted by a fit of coughs.

Flemmy, raspy coughs.

My eyes fly open and I sit up, an amused expression on my face.

He glares up at me, shaking his head. “Don’t say it.”

I pucker my lips to the side with a smirk before laying back down to whisper in his ear. “I told you so.”

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cherrys-writings · 1 year ago

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Grayson hawthorne x reader where reader is badly hurt and is in hopsital or something !!

Thank you for being so patient!

ICU

Brief description of panic attack

Grayson

Grayson was sitting in his office at the Hawthorne Foundation when he got the call. The news wasn’t coming from you, but your friend, she was sitting in the ER with you.

“What do you mean you took her to the ER, Marcie?” Grayson couldn’t wrap his head around it. You assured him it was just a headache, you would be fine, he should go to work.

Marcie’s harsh tone pulled him from his thoughts, “She texted me saying she really didn’t feel well. Her head hurt and she was throwing up, dizzy and she said it didn’t feel right. When I got there she was burning up. What else do you want me to say?”

There were voices in the background, Grayson heard the muffled sounds of the medical staff, “What hospital?”

“It was hard enough getting them to let me back, I had to explain how far away her parents were, I doubt they’ll let you.”

“What. Hospital.” Grayson was starting to lose it. His heart was already racing, shaky hand practically crushing the phone when Marcie finally answered. He took a deep breath and stood, forcing himself to walk out of the building.

He’s not there. You’re not okay and he’s not there. Tears blur Grayson’s vision, what if you’re dying. He’s not there. Terror churns in Grayson’s stomach, his steps quicken away from the exit and towards the restroom. Grayson pulls harshly at his tie then the top buttons of his shirt, the building’s too hot. Grayson’s breaths come in gasps as he splashes cold water on his face, sweat dripping from his temples. If the building weren’t so goddamn hot, he might be able to get a full breath of air.

Why is he taking a detour when he needs to be with you?

Your POV

You whined when the lights were turned on again, the beams like needles through your skull, and squeezed your eyes shut. You barely heard the nurse explain that the strep and flu tests were negative and they were waiting for the bloodwork to come back. He dimmed the lights before leaving and Marcie thanked him.

“I called Grayson. He’ll probably be here soon,” Marcie slowly ran her fingers through your hair.

“Grayson?” you hadn’t seen Marcie leave. When did she have time to call him? You’re pretty sure she never left your side.

You clutched your stomach against another rush of nausea, gritting your teeth through the accompanying cramps. Marcie kept petting your hair, when you heard a familiar, modulated voice just beyond the door, “Will this be an issue?”

Through the brain fog, you can almost picture the expectant look on Grayson’s face when he said that, mouth in a hard line, gaze slightly narrowed. Based on the delay between his question and the poor victim’s response, he did the eyebrow thing. Light-headedness washed over you again when you turned too quickly toward the opening door. You squeeze your eyes shut, willing your sight to focus. Grayson was sitting in the chair beside your bed when you opened your eyes again, blue surgical mask covering half his face. You leaned into his touch when he brought his hand to your forehead.

Grayson’s red rimmed eyes widened, “what was her temperature when she arrived?”

You hadn’t noticed your nurse was back, giving you anti-nausea medication through your i.v. “It was 104℉, but we’ve gotten it to come down to 102℉,” he said, “our doc wants to do a lumbar puncture. That will give us a better picture of what’s going on and then we can get you feelin’ better.”

Thankfully, the nurses set up the equipment for the lumbar puncture quickly, the ER not yet flooded with patients. It was hard to concentrate on what the doctor was saying, but you got the gist. Lay on your side, be still, they’ll give you a little bit of medicine to help with your pain and make staying still a little easier. Only when they started to explain that Marcie and Grayson needed to leave did you protest.

The previously steady heart monitor began to beep, giving away your anxiety. “Wait, no,” you sat straight up, room spinning again.

To no one’s surprise, Grayson hadn’t moved from his chair when he was instructed. Marcie was halfway out, eyes flitting between you, the medical staff, and Grayson. It was Gray who spoke first, cool voice taking control of the situation.

“She’s obviously terrified. I’m not going to leave my girlfriend alone for this test when she’s already a bit confused from this illness. We all know things go smoothly when the patient is calm.”

Grayson had moved a chair to sit right by your face, stroking your cheek. He let you take his other hand in yours, eyes never leaving you. There was no warning for the floating sensation as the nurse injected medication into your i.v. and immediately the pain in your head eased. Cold spread across your lower back and the doctor asked you to take a deep breath before inserting the needle. You let out a whimper and squeezed Grayson’s hand against the pressure.

“Stay still darling,” Grayson hushed, lightly running a hand down your arm, “you’re doing great. They’re almost done.”

You watched the nurse in front of you hand the doctor gauze and a bandage. With Grayson by your side you didn’t try too hard to concentrate on what was said following the procedure. Laying flat on your back for the next hour waiting for results, you tried getting some rest, knowing Grayson would take care of you.

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You woke to Grayson gently shaking your shoulder and the doctor standing in front of you.

“The results of the lumbar puncture came back, you have bacterial meningitis. We’re going to start you on some i.v. antibiotics down here and you’ll be taken up to the ICU shortly. They’ll monitor you the next few days and, depending on your condition, move you to med/surg where you’ll finish treatment.”

Despite the change of scenery, it was still freezing. Grayson perched on one side of your bed, fussing with another blanket and tucking it around your shoulders. From this angle you could see the lines of worry on his face, tension in his jaw, and the tears once again trickling down his cheeks. You reached out, wiping his face with your hand, “I’m okay, Grayson”

He kissed your palm, “You’re in the ICU, sweetie. Doesn’t exactly qualify as okay.”

“Look at me Gray,” you lifted his chin, “I’ll be okay.”

Grayson sighed, “you could have–”

“But I didn’t. I’m not going anywhere, my love.”

Before he can respond, there’s a gentle knock followed by a nurse entering. She introduces herself and takes your vitals, explaining your treatment plan and the general rules of the ICU; only one visitor at a time. It was hard keeping your eyes open and paying attention to her words. She looks at Grayson, “If you’re around each other often the doctor will want to have you on antibiotics as well, just to be safe. Is there anyone else who’s around frequently?”

“Marcie.”

“The friend who brought her,” Grayson clarified, “ I can give you her contact information.”

The nurse nods, “Please tell anyone that might want to visit that they need to be wearing a mask. Until she’s out of the ICU at the very least.”

When the nurse left you finally let your eyes shut, drifting to sleep as Grayson’s fingertips glided along your hand.

You were awoken a few hours later to someone taking your vitals, quietly letting them take your temperature. Gray’s hand still on yours tightened when the thermometer beeped. You watched him straighten in the chair, clearly having dozed off earlier. His voice gravely when he asked, “how you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been hit by a bus.”

Your nurse removed the blood pressure cuff, “it’s a good thing you came here when you did. With a fever that high it’s a wonder you were even conscious. Get some rest, if you need anything just press the call button.”

You thanked her and looked back to Grayson, “you can go home. Get some sleep in a real bed. I’ll be okay here.”

Grayson stared into your eyes, “I’m not going anywhere.”

The first few days passed like that, Grayson by your side as you slept. Sometimes you woke up and he would be reading, other times he would be asleep too. His hair falling in his face, light stubble on his face, and the worried crease in his brow gone even for a small amount of time. By the fifth day when you were no longer contagious, you were moved to a regular room; private at Grayson’s insistence. Several bouquets of your favorite flowers sat on the tables around the room.

Now that you were allowed more than one visitor at a time there was almost a revolving door of Hawthornes. Nash making sure Grayson wasn’t being overbearing, Libby bringing cupcakes for you and medical staff on the floor. Day seven had you going stir crazy. You were still on iv antibiotics to make sure the infection was completely out of your system, but you were feeling considerably better. Xander visited for the first time that day, bringing with him a book of magnet block challenges. He even offered to make Rube Goldberg machines for the light switch and curtains.

Grayson drove you to Hawthorne House the day you were discharged. “Gray, you don’t have to babysit me. I’m fine now,” you insisted.

“Sweetie, you had a serious illness that might have neurological side effects. I want to make sure you’re still recovering well.”

You hadn’t told him about the lingering brain fog, but somehow he picked up on it. Grayson had no idea how his actions warmed your heart. Of course, he had a bedroom ready for you, but you opted to stay in his room. Grayson crawled into bed next to you, finally able to hold you close after this scare. “I love you, Gray.”

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Thank you for being so patient! Other requests I promise I haven't forgotten about you and will be posting them soon.

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sesshatetsuko · 5 months ago

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Rurouni Kenshin fanfiction :

See you in life Beyond (chapter 8)

Summary :

~ For as long as Kenshin remembers, life had never been easy for him. So when carefully-buried memories are brutally awakened, the former assassin finds himself in the grip of his inner demons... ~ A post-Jinchuu story, depicting Kenshin's struggle with his past and future, and how he and Kaoru finally became a family... (canon characters, pls mind the M-rating)

To find previous chapters, just search for #fanfiction on this blog, or on Archive Of Our Own / Fanfiction.net !

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16461530/chapters/38550812

Chapter 8: Of flesh and bones

Notified early in the night, Megumi had arrived as fast as she could. An inrô filled with unholy medical instruments in one hand and a bag of various medicinal herbs in the other. Himura had stubbornly preferred to stop at the dojo instead of walking straight to the Oguni clinic, claiming that he didn't want to disturb the old Dr Gensai who was sleeping there. Kaoru, as for her, had found out that the swordsman couldn't be argued with while he was still upset about her risky decision to run errands alone at sunset against his advice, rather than worried about his own serious injury. He was sitting on the futon, his face closed and his right arm resting on a small isho dansu that had been moved from the wall to his side for the occasion. Thanks to the fuss all the residents of the dojo were now gathered in his room.

"It's in a bad shape ..." the doctor commented as she examined his damaged limb, raising her eyebrows. She had meticulously removed the bloodstained gi and she did not like the extent of bleeding the red shirt had misleadingly covered.

"...An' that's all ya have to say 'bout it ? Doesn't sound very professional for a doc, kitsune!"

"Nobody asked you to be here, Sanosuke…" she went on cautiously, certainly not allowing herself to be disturbed by his usual banter"…But if you really want to hear the clinical babble, the humerus is openly fractured, the tissue is torn from the epidermis to the epicondyle and the shoulder is dislocated on its left-axis..."

The rooster instantly regretted having opened that big mouth of his.

"…I wonder how you were able to make it home in this state, Ken-san."

With that, she gave him a look loaded with reprimands, before carefully putting his arm down.

" I won't ask you either, how you got that wound..."

"I-it was an accident!" quickly added Kaoru, who felt indirectly targeted by her disapproving glare, "A cart lost control and was about to run me over!"

"... and Kenshin came to your rescue, that's it, Jou-chan?"

There was an annoying feeling of déjà-vu in this story.

What on earth did that stupid tanuki to put him in such condition once again? So soon after his fights with Shishio or Enishi, his body will never fully heal if he keeps on treating it so harshly...

"...Hai."

The young kendoka still could not explain herself the presence of the wanderer at the market when she had explicitly warned him no to follow her that night. But that now wasn't the time for such subjects... Not yet.

"This one would like you to check her up before taking care of oneself," cut Kenshin quite shortly. He was still grinding his teeth from the pain."Kaoru-dono was thrown violently to the side and may have been hurt too, that she could."

His beloved was about to protest loudly but the doctor took the lead, of course not without first making sure with an expert glance that the young woman was indeed unharmed.

"Don't be ridiculous Ken-san, as I said, your arm is in a sorry state. You did a good job of stopping the bleeding before I arrived, but the loss of fluid could have been much worse."

Megumi lifted the fabric that was still stuck inside the wound in order to reach the damaged joint, causing the wanderer to flinch.

"Anyway, we'll have to stitch it right now."

"Wait, just like that…?!"Kaoru couldn't help but express her worry. As far as she had heard, such procedures should better be performed in a dedicated medical center, and at least not while the victim was fully awake. If nothing else spending the last two years fighting insane enemies of the wanderer had taught her so. She knew Megumi was gifted, but...

"If we delay it any longer, the extremity will lack proper blood supply and he might lose part of his mobility permanently on the right side. I'm quite sure this is something no one here wants to see happen... so our choices in this case are poor."

The female doctor inhaled deeply. The next part was going to be hard on the wanderer's body, but she was certainly not allowed to voice her concern in front of a patient.

"Thus I won't have time to perform a suitable anesthesia with mandrake root... Are you ready for an operation, Ken-san?"

"-Hai"

Himura lost no time in answering.

"Are you sure? You must tell me if you don't feel like doing it, because you'll have to both bear the pain and stay as motionless as possible for me to perform it properly. The peripheral nervous system is compromised which makes it a delicate surgery."

And considering he's come all the way here by foot he must already be quite tired...

As he heard her gasp in apprehension, the swordsman gave Kaoru a deliberately reassuring smile, although somewhat forced because of the obvious discomfort the doctor's aching manipulations were already sparking in his body at the same time.

"Do not worry, Megumi-dono, this one will be fine."

"You two," Megumi ordered immediately, pointing a finger at the kendoka and her disciple, "Bring me some boiled water to sterilize the tools and prepare clean bandages. A dozen of them!"

Then she turned to the brawler, who had come to the dojo tonight hoping to find another free hot meal - he had had premonition about some kind of octopus - and who was accidentally involved in the dirty situation. Sagara had a sixth sense when it came to trouble.

For once, the rooster's gonna be of use...

"Sanosuke," she gestured next "place yourself behind Ken-san and hold him."

"Huh?"

"This one does not think it is necessary ..."

"Hurry, we've lost enough time as it is ! I'll start by putting the shoulder back."

Knowing better than to discuss a doctor's orders, the former Sekihotai promptly complied and leaned against his friend's back. Megumi took a shallow breath, secretly praying that her first attempt would be the right one. Without giving them enough space to dwell on what was about to happen -replacing a joint was a notoriously painful act-, the doctor jerked the arm out, taking care not to aggravate the severe lesion underneath while doing so. The shoulder was put back into place with a distinct "thud", which barely made the swordsman wince. After the harsh martial arts training he had received since childhood, followed by many years of even rougher warfare, he had been through a lot more than this.

"Good. This was by far the easiest."She warned."Fixing this mess will be another matter entirely..."

With that, Megumi rolled up her sleeves, and began thoroughly arranging her suture material on a sheet. Soon, Kaoru and Yahiko returned to the chamber with all the apparatus she had requested.

"Thank you," the young doctor said as she removed the latter from their hands, "you can go out now Yahiko."

"What -why? Don't treat me like a child!"

"It has nothing to do with age, even some adults cannot stand the sight of a surgery. You might feel like throwing up at some point... " She was counting her instruments one by one in her head."…And I can't deal with two sick people at the same time. So don't complain about not being warned before."

"Hmpf"

The apprentice kendoka crossed his arms and leaned against the wall in a corner of the room, dead set on being close to the action in case someone ever needed him.

If busu and Sanosuke can do it, there's no way I can't do it too ! The son of a samurai must be strong !

Without wasting time, Megumi began pouring an Inula's decoction into the wound in order to cleanse it.A secondary infection could become even more serious than the loss of a limb. The muscles of the swordsman tensed reflexively under the effect of the cold contact on their exposed surface, but his face showed nothing of it. She then grabbed one of the too many needles of her inrô, some catgut thread, and began the extensive suture work awaiting her. She had to plunge the instrument directly into the muscular tissue to be able to bring the flesh closer together before having a chance to close the epidermis over it. Having suffered many katana injuries himself during his life of combat, the wanderer knew this was the safest way to repair a gash, and was therefore giving his best to be remain unwavering. Yet he was getting light headed because of the previous loss of blood, and still somewhat angry at Kaoru and above all at himself for what had happened tonight... but making a fuss about it wouldn't improve the situation for anyone. So he chose -as he often did- to stick with it rather than complaining. Megumi would only interrupt her sewing every now and then to apply the compresses stretched by Yahiko at regular intervals in order to absorb the bleeding.

After more than half an hour of ligature, the doctor was barely starting to work on the nerve tissue surrounding the joint. Kenshin held silent, but was now perspiring heavily, teeth and fists clenched. Eager to support him in her own way, Kaoru slipped her fingers into his on the side of his valid arm. The unexpected touch took him by surprise, but he didn't withdraw his hand.

"Kaoru-dono ... daijobu-dess."

He tried to put up a smile for her, but the pain that distorted his features was turning it into a wince. The doctor was still progressing slowly, using her needle from the inside to the outside of the large gash. Kenshin would unknowingly squeeze Kaoru's hand more and more as the instrument moved toward the breaking site -certainly a bit too tightly for her young comfort. The kendoka said nothing, worried instead about the sustained ache she knew he was experiencing.

"The fracture is incomplete and out of place," Megumi sighed shakily."I will need to finish the section of the humerus to be able to reposition it correctly afterwards."

This is going to be a tricky procedure .

At the implication of her words a scent of horror briefly floated inside the otherwise silent began to cut the bone itself, leaning heavily on the injured underlying tissues to increase her strength. Kenshin shrugged back abruptly, moaning against his will. He had solid experience in acute pain and recovery, but this was taking long... too long. And his organism was starting to tire. Sanosuke recoiled reflexively, but the former assassin collapsed on him in reaction to the pain.

"Sano, can you ..."

His forehead was soggy.

"Hai Kenshin, ya can count on me."

The former Sekihotai moved back behind the wanderer, offering his torso in unspoken support. He didn't need to exchange more words to understand what his friend needed.

"Forgive me, Ken-san, I haven't done that often ..." Megumi completed."This scalpel must not be sharp enough ..."

She silently cursed herself for having borrowed in her haste the equipment from the old doctor Gensai, who happened not to be very meticulous because of his advanced age. Megumi was sawing, splitting, pressing, but could not slice the fractured humerus despite all her efforts. And the sensation was getting unbearable. Kenshin finally grasped the poor woman's hand.

"Let..." he released a heavy breath"…Let this one do it."

"Are you sure?"

Without a word Kenshin grabbed the scalpel with his left hand and replaced it exactly where it was beforehand, all the while discreetly trembling. Getting ready to slice his own femur. This vision was on the verge of sustainable for Yahiko, who darted out of the room at full speed. Finally, he was going to fulfill the doctor's prediction and vomit an unlucky meal.

The former assassin cut the bone in a supple gesture, with too much ease for not coming from a long-term habit, then suddenly released the utensil while his head tilted back. His eyes were closed and he was breathing loudly.

Sanosuke realized that he was not far from losing consciousness, and supported his skull at the base, his hand firmly planted at the root of red hair. He wrapped his other arm around his chest to prevent him from slipping further down.

Kaoru gripped the hand that was now hanging by his side and felt immediately that he had lost some strength. Tested by the scene she had just witnessed, she glared at her friend.

"Megumi, wait ..."

"I know. I'm sorry, but we shouldn't lose time."

Undeniably professional, Megumi patiented a few moments just for him to regain his senses, then quickly began the suture again in tight points, so as to wedge the humerus in the desired sooner position. The she was finished, the better the member's functional prognosis would be.

Keep focusing on the gesture, simply treat Ken-san like any other patient .

The remaining work went without complications, but lasted several hours because of the amount of tissue damage. The swordsman stayed fairly calm the rest of the time except for a few involuntary moans, but his face spoke volumes about the harassment that this operation had caused on his relatively puny body.

"Your arm will be unusable for several weeks, if not a few months concerning the practice of kenjutsu -at least at your level of skill."the doctor concluded, massaging her temples, also exhausted by the amount of focusing all this intervention had required of her. "I advise you not to be too agitated as long as the bone isn't soldered yet. This means moving as less as possible, so no chores and certainly no fights."

"Arigato, Megumi-dono... This one does not know what he would do without your help, that he does not."

He smiled at her again despite his drawn features. Megumi blushed slightly.

"Well, try not to hurt yourself any more in the future. As I've said your limb may stay weak for a while even when healed. You need to take some rest, Ken-san."

"Hai ..."

He had dark circles under his eyes and a globally exhausted look but at least his limb was safe and the whole surgical ordeal was over. Once the dirty stuff was cleared of the place, with the help of Yahiko whose skin had since regained some color, everyone left the room except Kaoru. She would remain to watch over the swordsman for rest of the night. Worn down by the intervention, the redhead at her side was quickly carried away by sleep, while their two hands -tied since the beginning of the whole surgery- remained softly coiled into one another.

"Hey kid, go to bed, yar face's still glowin' five different shades of yellow!" Sanosuke sneered as they reached the corridor.

"Don't you make fun of me! Unlike yourself, I am positively not used to breaking people's limbs every passing morning!"the apprentice kendoka retorted before closing the door of his room right under the brawler's nose, already disappointed enough over his own performance. He had been pretty much useless but to puke outside and boil water -not exactly what he had pictured of a samurai's job. A whole night of sleep would be good for everyone.

"What about ya Kistune? I mean it's pretty late..." Sanosuke then turned to the doctor, not bothered the least by the kid's antics but more concerned about the sophisticated woman's safety in the corners of an asleep city. "Y'know, Jou-chan wouldn't mind if ya slept at the dojo ?"

"Correct, but I'd prefer to go back to the Oguni clinic either way. You all seem to forget that I also have a job by day sometime... And sadly, people don't stop getting sick just because I had an emergency the previous night."

Yeap, the kitsune's mood doesn't look any better...

"Wanna me to walk with ya?" offered the former Sekihotai sincerely trying to lighten the atmosphere, which was his clunky way of thanking her for all the hard work

"Do whatever pleases your rooster brain. I don't like the idea but I'm too tired to argue with anyone right now."

"Okay Okay, then it's decided, I'm goin' with ya..."

To solve a case, there's nothing like working on the field by yourself.

The former Shinsengumi's third captain had assembled this day a fine team of volunteers among police agents in Tokyo (more precisely self-appointed by the high-handed officer with the help of loud and flowery commands) and he had left to skim the campaign before sunrise. Lately, many disturbing disappearances had been reported in this area of Kanto.

But after a few hours of searching, several dilapidated houses visited and so many reports from his subordinates in the ear, Saito came to the exasperating conclusion that on the one hand the only close relative they could find - who turned out to be the uncle of a missing victim - had unfortunately died from tuberculosis last week, and therefore it was impossible for him to see the man to get any clue, and that some villagers had also heard about another orphan's disappearance in a neighboring town but without being able to explain anything more consistent. To complete the picture, in such a remote hamlet, residents simply didn't trust the government and it was consequently quite difficult to obtain any steady information. For those who knew how to speak the local slang, it goes without saying.

What else now , grumbled the officer, grinding his teeth, I'd have to question a dead man about the circumstances of an abduction .. . we're far from out of the woods here !

He cast a cold glare at his teammates, who suddenly hastened to find themselves an urgent task -any task. Saito had a real need to pass his frustration on someone, and the presence of such incompetent acolytes was only exacerbating this need. Furthermore, the latter guessing the nauseous mood of their superior would only become more nervous, which of course had the effect of further stoking the said bad mood ... What a beautiful day in perspective for the Kyoto's police forces!

The only thing Saito knew to this day was that the victim was a girl who was barely a dozen years old at the time of her abduction. And she was rather cute, according to the words of an old scrawny villager, penniless and perverse, for what's worth as information. All this walking was enough to annoy the police agents, who were beginning to wonder if this story of disappearances had a beginning or an end.

"Well, at least we have a new track," he sighed. "And nothing indicates that all these victims are dead yet."

The troubling point of the whole affair was that they indeed had found no corpse so far, positively guiding the officer towards the otherwise murky assumption of something akin to human traffic. They had left very early this morning to conduct the inquiry, order of officer Fujita, and he intended to use the whole day if needed. They would turn back the land, the houses, the slobs that inhabited them (again, according to officer Fujita), until his police squadron finds any clue, should they die of hunger or fatigue during the said process. Saito was not a man of compromise, and he had every intention of giving the Tokyo police station the scoop of capturing these child traffickers should they ever exist.

All the inhabitants of the Kamiya Dojo, except for the unfortunate Dr Takani, slept for longer than they usually did, some of them not even surfacing before noon. While the household was slowly waking up from its restless -not to say traumatic- night, Kaoru, who intended to prepare the meal exceptionally, met the wanderer as he was leaving his room.

"Ohayo!"

"Ohayo, Kaoru-dono."

He was still a quite pale because of blood loss, but his features were less tired than the previous day. She watched his wrapped arm with a desolate look.

"You should better stay in bed... How's the pain?"

"It's nothing, that it is."

He gave her a gentle smile. As usual, Kenshin would not accept to take breaks as much as they would like him to. She couldn't force him to stop pushing his body, and he already had been patient enough regarding his treatment after Shishio and Enishi's ordeal... however, Kaoru had a point that remained stubbornly in her mind since the incident. A rather important one at that, which the previous operation didn't give her the opportunity to solve the issue with the wanderer.

"Listen Kenshin, we need to talk about what happened yesterday..."

"This one was right."

"Well... Thank you for saving me, but ..." She crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't really appreciate you following me without my consent."

He sighed.

"You should have listened to this one."

Kaoru was beginning to be tired of hearing that same protective speech all the time. The wanderer could be pretty obtuse when he got into it.

"Kenshin, I'm not a fragile little thing that must be protected at all costs!"

"The driver was coming right in front of you. If this one had not been there, the force of the impact could have -" The last part of the sentence halted in his throat. "...severely hurt you"

"It was an accident! You cannot lock me in a cage!"

"I..."

The swordsman's smile started to fade, his spirit still drained from last evening.

"I won't faint into the wild just because I'm leaving your field of view!"

"What this one means is..."

Expressing his feelings had never been easy. Deep inside, Himura was a strongly introverted man.

"I've been living alone for a whole year after dad's death; I don't need you to get by myself!"

He took a deep breath, trying to keep his control in place.

"Kaoru-dono. Please. Do not put yourself in danger like that."

"But you're not my father! And then it's because of you that I was lost in my thoughts, I was thinking about this damn argument between us and ..."

"Enough"

He suddenly entwined his valid arm around her, preventing the young woman from formulating her answer.

"Enough..."

He was hugging her a bit harder than was comfortable. His voice became a whisper.

"I was afraid of losing you ..."

I won’t bear it a second time.

"Kenshin ..."

Kaoru, overcome by remorse, quickly lost the urge to counter-argue. She returned his hug, shyly placing her hands on his back. Kenshin's eyes kept solely closed. The two of them were so different.

I must remember that this man had a complicated life ...

"I can't believe my eyes, just pick a room for that!" Yahiko exploded as he reached the front of the corridor where both stood, before turning back abruptly (although half-smiling).

"Yahiko, it's not what ..."

Kaoru reflexively tried to free herself, but the wanderer didn't yet let go of his embrace. On the contrary, he squeezed his uninjured arm a bit more around her shoulder. He was patently not paying attention to the presence of the apprentice kendoka. She knew that the swordsman, usually very withdrawn, had felt his presence long before the kid arrived.

I hadn't imagined how much this could upset him ...

"Kenshin ... I understand what you can feel but ... You must not give in to your fears."

"This one ..."

He put his mouth in the hollow of her ear.

"... This one hears what you are telling him. You need your freedom, even though it may threaten your security, Kaoru-dono. However ..."

"However?"

"... this one doesn't care."

#Rurouni Kenshin #fanfiction #See you in life Beyond #sesshatetsuko #himura kenshin #Sagara Sanosuke #kaoru kamiya #Saito Hajime #seijuro hiko #samurai x #kamiya kaoru #kenshin x kaoru #kenshin #るろうに剣心 #ruroken #chapter 8 #ao3

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likemmmcookies · 9 months ago

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Hi i saw you comment on thebibliosphere's iron post that you have secret small red blood cell anemia type thing? Me too!! If youre comforable sharing, any treatments that have worked/not worked for you, useful tests related symtoms, etc? My doc isnt tkaing it seriously so i appreciate any info, thanks! Ps just wanna make sure you know that taking vitamin c with iron can help you absorb iron, and taking it with calcium can hinder iron absorbtion

Hello! This is going to be a really loooong one so buckle in.

For long time, every RBC-related test result came back bad for me. Low hemoglobin, low red cell count, low blood volume, low MCV, and low red cell distribution. My cells were small, I didn't have enough of them, and they weren't binding iron. I've had anemia pretty much my whole life. At my second to last blood panel a couple years ago, my primary care dr noticed I was taking 50 mg of high absorption iron (and eating high iron foods) but still experiencing anemia symptoms. My hemoglobin came back too low again and she basically went "hmm - weird! take more iron," which is crazy because i was already taking way more than I should need. The person who figured it out, was of all things, my psych med doctor after I mentioned that result off-hand in an appointment. She is pretty holistic and keeps up to date on new research and is generally a rock star. So finding a holistic doctor is the first treatment step.

She asked if I'd ever gotten an iron profile test, which includes serum iron (how much iron is bound to transferrin, which is the protein in blood that binds the iron and carries it to your red blood cells), ferritin levels (how much iron is just hanging out in your blood unused), and total iron binding capacity (indicates how well your body is actually binding the iron sitting around in your body). I hadn't had this panel before, so I got one, and the results indicated that the iron was kind of there, and what was there was being bound by transferrin, but NOT in the quantities that it should be considering how much iron i was getting. My blood should have been chalk full of iron just sitting around. So this indicated an absorption issue and a not-enough-blood-cells issue.

Then my psych doctor asked if I'd ever had my b12 levels tested (nope!) and told me about pernicious anemia, which is when you're deficient in b12, which impairs your body's ability to make red blood cells. It's indicated by low red cell counts, small red blood cells, stubborn anemia that doesn't improve with iron supplements, and the easiest indicator - literally getting a b12 test and it coming back low. It's incredibly easy to test. I had one doctor years ago test my B levels and they came back slightly lower than normal but not enough to set off a flag for her, which is also stupid, because of my long history of anemia.

Okay so onto b12. If your b12 levels are low, it causes anemia as a secondary issue since your body can't make enough RBCs. So taking iron will do fuck-all if you don't have enough b12 to make the cells in the first place. I got a b12 test and it came back low-ish again. My psych doctor concluded I have both pernicious anemia AND regular anemia, which made me extra susceptible to the low b12 levels but let that issue fly under the radar for all my other doctors. My b12 level was a concern, but in a regular person without anemia it wouldn't have set off alarm bells.

So what causes low b12 levels? There are a lot of things (like diabetes or certain autoimmune disorders), but most often it's caused by something GI related: not getting enough b12 in your diet, abdominal surgery, IBS, Crohns, etc. Which makes the first solution to try easy: take more b12 (you'll want to take methylated b12, its more expensive but it really makes a difference). If that doesn't work, the next step is to look at what's keeping your body from absorbing it. For me, it was autoimmune and IBS-related and I had to see a special integrative medicine doctor to fix my GI (these issues were also keeping me from absorbing enough iron). That was a whole thing, and expensive, but it made a huge difference. After a while I was able to stop taking b12 supplements and cut back on iron by half because I was finally absorbing it and my body was properly able to use it. For the first time in my life, I got a blood panel back that was totally normal (good, even!).

In summary: 1. find a doctor that is more holistic if possible, 2. Get an iron profile test 3. get a B12 test, and go from there. If your doctor continues to not take you seriously, at least you have your test results to go off of and you can mess around with supplements and diet on your own. If you're taking all the supplements and eating the right foods, but none of it is showing up in your blood, I'd recommend trying a probiotic too. The iron profile test will give you a lot of info about what is causing the anemia because it identifies where the problem is in the chain of iron into your body -> iron on your blood cells. Do be careful with b12 though and get tested again if you start taking supplements, because getting too much b12 can be as bad as not getting enough. And finally, try taking your iron in chunks of days instead of every day. My psych med doctor said basically there's like absorption fatigue from getting it every day. I switched to taking higher doses every 2-3 days instead of spreading it all out and it's possible that also helped with absorption. It also lets you offset when you take calcium since you can alternate days. It's worth a try.

I hope any of this helps!! If you read this entire thing, congratulations and I'm sorry. 😅 Please feel free to send more asks or DMs about this issue.

ETA: I just realized I confused b12 for vitamin D in terms of high levels. Lots of b12 is FINE if it's a result of diet. You'll just pee the extra out.

#health #anemia #ask

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anxietywriter · 2 years ago

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weird and funky things, we groovin'

mayhaps you just want to make ur character a little strange. a little weird. a little more real. so here are some funky things they can do

write an 18-page google doc or something equivalent about the lore of a video game (or some lil creature) they absolutely adore. i'm talking headers, subsections, detailed pages on what happens, the animals in said lore, theories about what happens, just so much journaling

the playful flirting with their friends. the "i mean..." and leaning in with their hand hovering above their friend's face before pulling away and breaking down laughing. the little "your eyes are pretty too :)" making their friend embarassed and look away. like it's all a joke and nonserious, but there's something endearing about it. about the way that although they aren't attracted to their friend, they let their friend know that they ARE attractive. you know what i mean???

it's the playing a little nerd game like dnd or yu-gi-oh and rambling on and on. about the latest campaign and ridiculously low rolls. or about the latest meta and good cards and decks. it's excitedly talking about it to someone that has no idea what they're talking about, but somehow still being interested and engaged. and i must say, i love that for them

when they're dressed up all cool and they look so cool and collected and badass. silver rings on their fingers and a dark graphic tee overtop ripped jeans. the styled hair and laidback pose. but they're the softest fucking person. they practically melted when they saw a corgi. they like talking about their partner with a wonderment in their voice. they look so cool and badass but they're just the most adorable person

it's when they grow up in the slums of a city, growing up around violence. becoming desensitized to it even, hardly even flinching at a gunshot or gators in the sewer. to death. but put them in front of someone that they consider even remotely attractive and they can't even talk. literally speechless, red crawling up their neck already. they feel a bit like passing out really

love when a character just casually pirates shit. like, oh you haven't watched that movie yet? bet i've got an pirating site, see it with me this weekend? it's the little sliver of their devil-may-care attitude, the smile that they give with the invitation. also caring enough to want to share with the other person and watch with them. instead of just watching alone

the little quirk of either avidly listening to music with lyrics that spill out their whole soul and secrets. or listening to music for the instrumentals, finding that easier to connect and more interesting. it's the two characters fighting over what music to listen to while they both study lmao

#writing prompts #story prompts #prompt list

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angelodamiano · 11 months ago

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Oh, is that ANGELO D'AMIANO? I heard the TWENTY-SIX year old is RESOURCEFUL. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also ANXIOUS. Makes sense seeing how they are a DIRTY civilian allied with THE SERPENTS who works as a PARAMEDIC.

full name: angelo dante d'amiano

nicknames: leo, doc, angel

faceclaim: froy gutierrez

birthdate: june 21st

alliance: serpents/the founding families

gender: cis man

pronouns: he/him

occupation: paramedic (emt)

hometown: manhattan, new york.

sexual orientation: bisexual disaster

relationship status: single

height: 5"11

red and blue flashing lights, the burn in your eyes before tears well over, amaretto sour, a tremor in your hand that never quite goes away, biting your lip until it bleeds, the softest cashmere sweater you can imagine, the stillness of the world the moment you take the first step into fresh snow, a silver chain dangling from your lover's neck against your chest, overlapping chatter in italian, espresso and a cigarette for breakfast on the fire escape, the stinging bite of stitches, someone falling asleep on your shoulder on a long car ride.

(tldr angelo is a bastard d'amiano who is basically carmy from the bear. youngestish sibling baby vibes, my man has an anxiety disorder FAMILIA, he can't do organized crime! but then he works as an emt because he can only thrive if he's constantly anxious ✨ is trying to stay out of The Life but can't stop giving free under the table medical care 😭 )

leo had childhood cancer and still needs an inhaler. perfectly healthy now but this lead to him needing extra care and coddling when he was small. people never really expected much from little angelo, he just needed to focus on getting better. because of being in and out of hospital he deals with a pretty minor case of contamination ocd that he's worked on since he was a teenager.

mama and papa d'amiano had a fairytale italia love story from his perspective, slow dancing to dean martin after dinner and making the kids gag. this was before they found out that angelo was their half-sibling, a result of infidelity and shattered the illusion.

doesn't talk about his parents at all, can't because he instantly chokes up.

leo had brains, that much was clear to see as he started running with the family business he showed a quick mind for logistics, details and solving problems in a pinch, he could macgyver their way through most situations. earning slaps on the back as he earned respect for his actions not just his blood.

though, he mostly remembers this as gi describes it back to him.

as he rode the adrenaline down from a job well done he'd spiral into anxiety attacks that made him sick and eventually start blacking out with their intensity. his heart would race, hands, knees shaking but instead of gasping loudly for air he'd withdraw to some place far inside and go deathly silent. as the world caved in around him and his pulse roared in his ears and the static overtook his vision, he wondered how long he could keep going like this.

someone very important in his life [wanted connection] talked him around to mostly leaving the life behind, worried he was going to get seriously sick from the stress. he tried to go into a less practical more academia-focused field but the quiet nearly drove him insane. he had tried to abruptly draw himself out of the never ending bustle of that life but learned quickly that he had no idea who he was without it. the stress is why he liked it so much.

leo is a classically trained pianist who got into juilliard but realized that performing live would put his life and his family in unnecessary danger so quietly declined. teaches ice skating at the weekends in a nearby rink, as he used to play hockey as a teenager.

angelo attempted to join the army medics but his asthma discounted him from active duty. changed gears into pre-med but once again after four years the stress was nearly overwhelming. leo now rides manhattan's streets and area hospitals in an ambulance: as long as other people were panicking or needing him he could remain totally calm. has a surprisingly incredible bedside manner for someone known to be sarcastic as hell and highly strung.

very often gets pulled into doing emergency surgery in the back of a truck with nothing but a hello kitty flashlight in his mouth and a dream. okay, the serpents mostly make it to facilities but things happen. won't tell his family but he pretty much patches up anyone if he stumbles across them in need. is mostly 'out' of the game but really he's always got one toe over the line back in.

doesn't know how to cook for himself and never will. think of robert pattinson microwaving tin foil pasta. is it wilful incompetence? or is he just that kind of rich kid? he's italian enough to know what good food tastes like. i guess we'll never know. likes to throw himself dramatically over furniture like an 1800s novel heroine and sigh pathetically until someone brings him coffee in the morning. doesn't know how to drive, obviously.

angelo has never worn a matching pair of socks in his entire life and can fall asleep anywhere. always cold, probably wearing a scarf rn. doesn't take care of himself properly, 'wdym gi? i know tons of people who cry every day'.

lives in a shitty little apartment in brooklyn, the price of trying to remain self-sufficient with his nose clean. has insomnia and works way too much, hates being alone in his apartment even though he wanted independence so badly?

self-conscious and prideful in equal measure, a little sheltered and naive in ways but also speaks five languages fluently. can be spiky, cranky with a sharp tongue to hide his anxiety and a bit of a cry-baby brat to be honest. craves and hates attention at the same time.

#sinnersintro #really sorry if this is only half coherent #it's so hot here rn

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alonelystargazer · 2 years ago

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it's still a distant goal for me since I'm just in the beginner stage of my sewing journey but I really want to cosplay Choso from JJK and make a costume from scratch, and after some research I think I've figured out how to do it. I'm hoping these notes will motivate and inspire me to actually go through with this haha.

(heads up: I'm gonna get super detailed with my notes, it's like a legit blog post)

At first I didn't know what type of clothing Choso was wearing or how to deconstruct his outfit until episode 37 of the anime Red Scale came out recently and we got to see him in action, and it made it way easier for me to analyze his outfit (and draw up some sketches, none of which are shown here haha)

BTW my goal with this isn't to create a costume as accurate to canon as possible, but I do want to have it as a foundation that I can later modify to suit my beginner sewing skills and to add any personal touches.

Vest

I had the most trouble figuring out the purple vest (there's probably a more accurate name for it but that's what I'm calling it), but the breakthrough came when I realized that the sides from the shoulders down are completely open and tied together with a separate belt/obi at the waist (although it looks like it could also be sewn from the waist down to the hips; the ribcage area is definitely open though)

I'm still unsure about how that crisscross shape of the neckline works, probably folding over fabric, but to simplify it, I could just make a rectangular shape for the torso panels and cut a slit down the middle for the neck part and it would drape down the shoulders, or just cut it into a V-shape neckline

Choso's fandom wiki page says it's a gi (like the uniform used in martial arts) but this one doesn't have sleeves so idk I'll probably disregard that, I don't trust fandom wiki haha. That's probably where the crisscross neckline comes from though; I just wouldn't know how to make that.

The scarf also looks really simple too, probably just a circle scarf made of the same material as the vest and obi.

for the material, maybe a medium weight cotton? it looks like it has a texture to it but I won't be too picky if I can't find anything like that

Top

as for the white top I could borrow from a haori design and modify it so it's just not open in the front (more so just to make the long flowy sleeves)

material: maybe a light or medium weight breathable cotton or linen (but not too thin or see through), or a polyester/synthetic or poly blend (I probably won't use synthetic fabrics though)

Pants

I'm not sure what style of pants/trousers these are, but I've seen a style called bontan that are pretty similar which are baggy like this and I'll probably refer to that; and it's not shown in these examples, but there's also a black (elastic?) waistband; there could be an elastic cuff but also the hem could just be cut shorter and have bandages wrapped around the shin/calves, or I could also use kyahan leggings. I think I'll just go with the elastic cuffs on the hems though since the boots will cover the ankles anyway.

I'll probably just use the same material as the top but add a lining or double layers as a reinforcement

I briefly considered that the pants could be a tattsuke-hakama style and combine it with the kyahan (kinda like designs for the characters in demon slayer), but those are pleated, and Choso's pants aren't like that, they're just wide and baggy.

I have a few pairs of combat boots I can wear to complete the outfit (if I wanted to be dead on accurate I would need a pair of Doc Martens boots but I'm not too picky about that, I'll just use what I have)

Hair & makeup

I'll probably end up buying a wig and style it into the bangs and buns bc my natural hair is very fine and doesn't hold any style!

I've already tried a few different makeup looks just for funsies, but generally I go with either a reddish or purple-ish eyeshadow all around the eyes and heavily line my eyes with black gel liner. Plus contour the nose and inner eye socket before creating the black mark across the nose with liner (and shadow to set it). Also, bushy brows.

I'm not one of those girlies who wears makeup all the time, and when I do it's not really heavy, and I don't wear foundation or any other complexion products, but since Choso kinda has pale skin, I could maybe use it and powder and contour my face to enhance the tired/ghostly look. I don't really want to do that though bc I don't think I want to keep touching up my makeup through the day if I ever go to a con. It might look weird and unbalanced to not have a perfect smooth base with such heavy eye makeup but that's just my thing.

I also think he would look good with dark nail polish and piercings, so I'll add those as my own little details.

Final thoughts

Generally speaking, since I'm a beginner and my goal is to create this costume by May/June 2024, I still have a lot of time to practice and to do further research. I just wanted to put my notes together now to inspire and motivate me.

I've seen so many people cosplay Choso already and I love their interpretations! They're also giving me inspiration on what I can do with my own cosplay.

I realize that cosplay doesn't need to be accurate to canon, and being 'accurate' doesn't make it better, but I'm just using the canon accurate clothing more as a template so that I can then modify it to suit my preferences, like following a recipe precisely and then making changes to it once you've learned the basics.

And I'm gonna try to avoid using synthetic fabrics bc I don't wanna create more plastic waste, even if they may be cheaper (and more durable?) than natural fabrics

Anyway, idk if anyone is actually interested in this except myself, but I'll be providing updates whenever I can. Once I've reached a point where I'm ready to start making clothes, I'll start off by making a mock up using muslin or some other cheap fabric I can find in a thrift shop like I've seen others do, before I fully commit to making the final costume.

If anyone actually read this whole thing, thanks! And if you've made cosplays before and would like to offer some advice, I would appreciate it! 😊👍

#I'm getting myself hyped for something that's just an idea right now #but I really want to make this cosplay and want to write down notes to inspire and motivate me #bre's posts #choso #cosplay #cosplay stuff #sewing stuff #I think those will be the tags I use for these updates

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thenarrativefoil · 1 year ago

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chronicly ill bitching

I feel like im chasing a weasel around my guts trying to fix 30 years of vit b deficiency.

got my GI MAP results back and saw the doc abt them and if I had candida I don't anymore (yay?) instead I've got massive STAPH and unsurprisingly, strep overgrowth and next to no good bacteria. and a lot of bleeding.

Weirdly, the things I've been taking for candida like undecylenic acid and oregano oil have been improving symptoms like joint and gut pain, and cystitis. Not sure how or why that's working, I expect there's some kind of suppressing effect on the other problem microbes that cause inflammation.

But I'm also experiencing an uptick in all of those symptoms and I'm not sure why. I have been experimenting with more histamine-heavy foods, which I am gonna stop doing. I have been exercising more (read: physical therapy 40 min 2x per week and walks).

I need to focus on eating more. I've figured out how to stay out of ketosis while maintaining the medical diet I'm following.

It's hard to like, know I need to Experience Symptoms to track down wtf is going on, but it's also really fucking painful and exhausting to experience symptoms. So I took some ibuprofen today to see if that touches anything. I think I'm going to give myself a break and order some food for lunch.

on the plus side of things I dyed my hair last night and also the various medicated shampoos in combination with JVN products seem to be working well! I'm really happy with how it turned out, and the henna darkened overnight from copper to a burnt orange. I was hoping for a deeper red but I can live with this. Will probably order a different kind next time tho. If you're gullible it almost looks like a natural color and idk if I can abide by that lol

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kydrogendragon · 1 year ago

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Shipper Tag Game

Tagged by the lovely @seiya-starsniper! Thanks for the tag game, this was a fun one!

What ship were you completely obsessed with as a teenager, but now you don't care about anymore?

Oh gosh, okay, I was very much the SuperWhoLock teen, but with more emphasis on the Lock part of the trio, so JohnLock was the brainrot for me at the time. I still do appreciate the ship, but with less of the BBC Sherlock influence that it used to have xD

Which ship would you consider your first one?

I think, technically, it was that Bakura ship with the Millenium Puzzle version and the normal version from Yu-Gi-Oh! Or it was Bakura x Marik. One of those ships.

Your first fanfic was about which couple?

I'm almost certain is was Red x Blue from the Pokemon Manga series. Oh gosh, I haven't thought of that fic in ages. I wonder if it still exists on FF.net out there somewhere. Now I'm tempted to check! I must have been, what? Middle school? Early middle school, probably?

Do you remember the first couple you saw fan art of?

It was almost certainly either from Pokemon or Yu-Gi-Oh, but that's all I know.

Have you ever gotten into ship discourse?

Not really, honestly. I mostly kept to myself on the internet, even at a young age xD I've never been one for confrontation as is though, so that really hasn't changed.

Did you use to have any NOTP or have one currently?

Mmmm.... Probably at one point? There were definitely ships I didn't prefer, but I don't think there was much in the way of a hard NOTP, at least nothing coming to mind.

Who were the last couple in the last fanfic you read?

I think it was technically a Hobrintheus fic, actually. Not solely Dreamling, surprisingly.

Currently, do you have any OTPs?

I've definitely a multi-shipper, so I wouldn't label it a hard OTP, but Dreamling is as close to it in this fandom as I'm getting. I just love those two a lot.

Is there any couple that, to this day, that you are extremely mad about not getting into?

I don't think so? Not mad about, anyways. More just some fandoms in general that looked like fun but never got much into the source material, which, in turn, had interesting looking ships.

Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they're kind of interesting?

Alright, for this fandom specifically? I hadn't really liked Jo and Morph together, but now I've written fics with them paired together, so you can tell that's changed xD

Do you have any ship that, in the past, would have been considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

Shoving the quick dip into a certain Red x Green "character" ship into the basement. Nope, definitely not!

What is your favourite crack ship?

Lightning McQueen x Doc from Cars. There's that one "crack" fic about them but in a Human!Au and I started reading it as a joke... it was too good to be a joke, y'all. I still think of that fic sometimes.

What is the couple you read the most fanfics about?

Oh Dreamling, definitely. My nightly bedtime routine is just going to their ship tag and seeing what's been recently posted. But I do very much enjoy other ships in the fandom. Dreamling just usually has the highest quantity of fics.

What do most of your ships have in common?

Black Cat x Golden Retriever or some iteration that's similar to it.

What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

I'm agreeing with Seiya on this. Miscommunication or crossing boundaries being viewed romantically and treated as such.

No Pressure Tags: @samsalami66 @pellaaearien @mallory-x and @ml-nolan if y'all wanna play too!

#tag game

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cutepastelstarsalior · 2 years ago

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Cooke high live blog part 3 (final)

Episode 9

Joan house burn down :(

Abe for some reason wants to help solve conflicts??? That’s new.

Joan and Cleo having to share a room!!

Dr calling him, Mr b, and the robot dog family <3 their so husband coded. <3

Ghandi and jfk trying to peep on the girls…. :/

Joan don’t call Cleo a slut and whore that’s so mean, and you know, bad.

Is it just me or is this show getting more and more sexual?

THE HUSBANDS ARE FIGHTINGGGGGGGGG!!!!!

Is both cute and interesting to see Abe trying to act like his clone father. It makes me wonder if all the clone have some sort of internal struggle with trying to hold the expansion with the originals? I know Joan was wondering if she’s hear voices like her mother…

This post is getting to long

Episode 10

I think these episodes on Hulu are out of order…. Episode 9 was supposed to be before 8, and this one; 10 was supposed to be after 8….

……,Ponce is giving me bad vibes. Like, I think he’s going to kill himself vibes…

JFK getting defensive when Ponce tries to be emotional and talk about feeling. It’s neat to see how angry jfk gets, like on a psychological level…

Did this dude actually die from littler????? I’m mean technically he drowned in his own blood….Wait. That makes me wonder, when a clone dies, would the government just like, revive or recline the clone? Because the clone is of a famous person, I don’t think the government would be that willing to let the clones die..

Doc. Dude let the man grief/say goodbye to his son.

Something something jfk trying to sleep in the coffin with ponce…something something grief and love and poetry….

I forgot that ghandi was accidentally sent to jail…

JFK crying!!!! Him seeing the ghost of his dead best friends!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH nice. Nooooooo jfk wishing for his friend back 🥺🥺🥺

Awe cleo comforting jfk

Hmmm don’t know how to feel about the jail rape stereotypes…..😬

“He was white and privileged” wow. Never thought I’ll heard that from a show from 2003? Interesting.

Joan gives Abe a frohead kiss :) Abe gives a forehead kiss to jfk :)

Episode 11

Omg a Christmas episode :0

“It’s been a year since the United Nations abolished religious holidays in favor of the non-offensive all inclusive snowflake day” what……wait didnt one episode it showed ghandi reading a scroll?

Cartoon holiday are cool :)

Why is their winter clothes only scarfs???

Abe having to clean dishes…:mood. :/ why don’t their job have one of those big dishwashers?

Holy shit??????? Omg my gi why they have Abe eat glass???? Why did I find it funny???

Mr b lounging on a bear rug <3

Kind of what to see fanart of Abe with scars on his mouth…

:0 claymation!???!!!!

This world feels slightly dystopian. Cars greeting assistants? A holiday to get rid of the other holidays that was successful in a year???? Clones??? 👀

Joan thinks of her, her grandfather, Cleo, and Cleo’s mom as family :)

Interesting to see Abe with anger issues

DID JOAN PUT FUCKING RAZOR BLADES IN THE FOOD?????

God please tell me there art of Abe with scars.

Episode 12

HELEN OF TROY???????? Greek mythology/greek gods are real??

The random gore is sometimes so jarring….

Makeover time whooo!! :)

Marie having a crush on ghandi is cute

Whoo jfk helping ghandi!!

Forgot to mention this, but the background colors for this show is cool. They usually solid colors a lot, and it’s mostly either cold colors; blue, purple, green; or warm colors of red, yellow, pink, and orange too. It’s cool :)

I didn’t know. I didn’t know you didn’t have a mom. Iconic.

Why is abe and Cleo in a gradient void?

Interesting to see Abe being confused on his feeling for Joan or Cleo. It does feel a bit random tho…

Episode 13

Last episode babyyyyy!!!!! Oh thank god. These post is so long…

Did…did Abe get a different foster dad? I swear he looks different…

👀 oh hey it’s all the pass side characters/antagonists!!! Cool

Joan and jfk having an emotional but random talk is neat.

Doc stabbing the actor in the eye….then wore the bloody very Carrie of him. (I never seen Carrie)

Did ghandi make out with 10 guys?????

Pounce’s ghost with Jesus????

Conga line will save the day

Stamos and the doc were total exs…..

:0 gasp Joan and jfk made out

Wow. That how it ends. Everyone frozen in the meat locker.

Hmmmm. I can see why this show was popular, but I can also see why it faded out of people’s memories. It’s a 13 episode show from 2003, there not a lot to talk about.

The show is decent. You have to get over the black humor/racist jokes, lots of sex stuff, and random gore, but AFTER those, it’s pretty ok? I think the only people that had like, character development was Abe and maybe Joan?

Season 1

4/10.

#clone high #clone high spoilers #clone high season one #my thoughts #long post

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rubykgrant · 8 months ago

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Ah, yes- the BLUES and the REDS, not the REDS and the BLUES, sure would be neat if that wasn't so interchangeably confusing haha (I'm making fun of myself for not paying attention... this is exactly why I call Temple's group the Rues and Bleds!)

Anyway, here-

Temple; Never got the lead role in any school plays, and that sure didn't stay stuck in the back of his mind forever (yes it did). Was OBSESSED with Yu Gi Oh as a kid. Hair is naturally light brown and curly, but after the incident of Biff's death, he went through a whole thing about dying his hair darker with one streak of white in it to be dramatic. Is actually pretty good with kids (woulda-coulda been the best godfather to Biff and Georgina's kid). Was a little squeamish around blood already, even when he was younger. Wants to paint his nails, but sucks at it (official Cronut duty)

Biff; The only person who was a fan of all the "weird" oreo flavors (something Grif would've used as evidence to prove they are VERY different if they ever met), also genuinely licked black licorice and cadnycorn. As kids, his parents let him collect a lot of comics that Temple's family were more strict about, so they'd only read them at Biff's house. Not really into horror movies, but liked spooky books (more of a soft spot for animated emotional movies). Had short, sandy-blonde hair

Surge; Actually younger than his Blood Gulch counterpart (somewhere in his late 30s-early 40s, still a bit older than the other guys, but not exactly a "gruff old man"). Not actually a Colonel OR a Sargent (he was indeed leader of his Red Base, and was fine with people mistaking him as a Sargent because it sounded similar to his name, but his rank was lower. once they all form their own team for revenge, he just promotes himself Colonel for the heck of it). Failed medical training even worse than Doc. Acts brave in battle, but if left alone, turns into a coward. Is a natural red-head (Sarge would be jealous)

Gene; Outwardly a suck-up, but no actual admiration for any authority figure (HATES Surge. Wishes Temple was more susceptible to compliments, Gene likes him as a leader just slightly more, and admires the effort of being a whole VILLAIN). He's almost similar to Felix, but absolutely NO charming social skills, and far less threatening without back-up or an absurd amount of weapons. Would be one of those people who home-brews and is really obnoxious about it. Used to have a reoccurring nightmare of the evil penguin from Wallace and Gromit trying to Get Him. Loves horror movies. He was actually the newer rookie on his Red Team

Cronut; Out of armor, he's the shortest guy in Temple's group (and although he's a decent fighter, he's not as physically strong as Donut). Has this weird crush on Gene, in which he "flirts" by picking on him (like kids in middle school. Gene doesn't really get it). Also picks on Bucky, but by tricking him with wordplay (Cronut pulls a "Bugs Bunny" on him all the time, and does the "It's not Opposite Day, which means it IS Opposite Day" thing just to confuse him). While he has no personal stakes in their big "mission", he still fans the flames of Temple's revenge because he wants to see more drama

Buckey; Used to be so incredibly repressed and self-isolated growing up, and is a now an obnoxious creep, just a total reverse. Too contrary for his own good, even if somebody agrees with him, he'll spin it into an argument, then complain that other people are too sensitive. However, he also doesn't really hold a grudge (short attention span). Has the best aim in the entire group, probably could have been a lethal sniper (if he ever shut up). The only person, ironically, who put up with his BS long enough to get through a conversation with him was Biff when one or the got temporarily captured (Temple would be very upset, but Buckey hasn't brought it up. again, short attention span, forgot he almost had a real friend)

Loco; Got shuffled around a few other groups before being on Blue Team with Temple, with the others being a little too good at the "fighting to the death" thing... Loco liked the Desert Gulch group, because he thought he finally found some people who were so bad at hurting each other, they'd all just be OK (and then they lost Biff). Loco knows Biff was Temple's best friend, but still considers Temple HIS best friend, and is fine with that. Had big plans to help everybody get along better once they were done with the mission and things settled down. Never got to have pets as a kid (just didn't have the chance or space for animals at home). Doing laundry is comfort activity that helped him relax (thank goodness, none of these other guys remembers to do it). Has slightly poor eyesight, but doesn't realize he needs glasses

drop ur blues and reds thoughts or hcs please im desperate

#red vs blue #blues and reds

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reddinggastroenterology · 5 years ago

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4 Things That You Must Follow When You Have Irritable Bowel Syndrome

Irritable Bowel Syndrome is a common problem in the European and American Countries. The thing is people are now too much awareness of the tips and basic tricks for getting rid of Irritable Bowel Syndrome.

In this blog, we are going to talk on the 7 things that you must follow when you have Irritable Bowel Syndrome Symptoms. These things are major and you must follow these things.

@1. Make a Diet Journey and Follow Effectively:

Following a Diet, Journal has become a mandatory choice for all those patients who have the symptoms of Irritable Bowel Syndrome. Thus, you can’t avoid this and you must make a diet journey and follow the diet plan effectively. How to do this? You must write the diet chart and timings as well in a diary and make a perfect journal that is easy to understand and easy to follow. A journal is always a remarkable bell for you through which you will get the updated notification and information diet which you have to follow. From eating to the drinking system everything should be added in this diet journal. Now the question is how many days diet journals required for you? Well, you can follow the 21-day diet journal and this journal should be neat and clean. On the other hand, you must take the help of a GI Doctor in Redding.

@2. Be Serious About Your Diet Journal:

Making a diet plan is not enough for Irritable Bowel Syndrome Patients. You must remove the Wheat and Dairy Products from the diet plan and also serious about the diet. You must follow the diet journal seriously because many people get the consultation of a Stomach Doctor and also receive journals about diet charts but they never follow this seriously. Hence, to remove the foods which produce gas you have to avoid in these foods the main are Beans, Lentils, and Cauliflower.

@3. Get Medication in Serious Condition:

Don’t depend only on a good diet chart plan if your IBS symptoms are going to serious because you must take medication if required in this case. We know, controlling diet and lifestyle is enough for the problem of IBS. If you are not able to get enough relief and peace then there are many different types of medications to relax the colon and slow the movement of waste through the bowel.

@4. Monitor IBS Symptoms Clearly

You should also monitor your symptoms closely under the guidance of your doctor. This advice is especially for those people who are above 50 and facing many stomach problems that are related to the IBS.

Therefore, if you have also the symptoms of IBS and now looking for guidance and tips to get rid of this difficult situation by choosing the best tips for this problem from the Gi Doctor in Redding. We already discuss the 4 things that you must follow and acquire in stomach pain.

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rubykgrant · 2 years ago

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I've been slowly re-doing/adjusting my RVB face designs, and also working on more characters! It will eventually be a LOT, but for now; here are the main Reds, Blues, Freelancers, Doc, plus a bonus of Locus, Flowers, and my OC Poppy (just for the fun of it~). I love designing characters, and playing around with features so everybody has different noses, mouths, chins/jaw-lines, etc. For everybody, I have two versions. The first being their signature armor color, and then their actual people colors. I also wanted to include things like facial hair, glasses, scars, freckles and what-not (like Donut's hearing aide and Carolina's eye shadow, because she can't NOT be edgey haha).

(below is some design descriptions and notes on my thought process for everybody. it is a LOT, don't feel obligated to read it~)

Grif and Simmons both clash and compliment each other not only in personality, but in physical features as well (Simmons is sharp, and Grif is soft). I wanted to show that Simmons actually isn't as scrawny and gawky as he used to be, but he hasn't totally registered that he's finally "grown into himself", or that some muscles have happened (once he does, this unlocks "Confident Simmons", and nobody is safe. for now, he's just too used to feeling awkward). Simmons has a fairly strong jawline, an aquiline nose, and hair the color of red clay. He's had his hair very short and properly styled for many years, but after Chorus it started to grow out, and when he pulled it back to see how much he needed to trim, he realized he liked being a ponytail guy! (also, it isn't visually shown here, but trans Simmons is real~) Grif is a big guy, fat and pretty darn strong with thick limbs, and rough around the edges. He's also handsome and beautiful (not "in spite" of those features, but BECAUSE of them). His features are like a combination of rebellious and charming, with his default expression being chill. He has warm copper brown skin, and hair that reaches his shoulders, dark brown, very thick and wavy (it also magically never gets tangled). You can see where Simmons' cyborg prosthetics match the same area where Grif got his skin grafts, but over the years Grif has sort of "absorbed" the organic material, and the skin is a shade darker than when the surgery was fresh (Simmons himself isn't too terribly pale, but still lighter than Grif). Grif occasionally shaves or lets his beard grow in more full, but usually likes to keep just a little bit of face-fuzz around his chin

Sarge is very boxy and built like a brick. I enjoy the irony of a character who has a very BIG personality being somewhat short in stature, and Sarge is certainly a little bundle of dynamite. Despite his claims of only being 29, he somewhere in his 50s (possibly getting into 60s), but still going strong. I wanted to show the age lines around his mouth and his eyes, so he doesn't just look weirdly "smooth" (this man is basically leather, and proud of it. he also has larger earlobes, and bushy eyebrows). His hair has gone white and gray, kept in a perpetual buzz-cut, and he has some scruffy facial hair. He's broken both his nose and his jaw several times in his life, resulting in some unique shapes. Most of his scars happened years ago when he was younger, but the scar on the side of his head is from getting shot during Blood Gulch. He's rather pale thanks to wearing the armor every day for a few decades. His "solution" was to try and sun burnt on purpose so he'll be RED again, but Donut, Simmons, and Doc stopped him before it got too bad. He typically looks very grumpy and stern, but we all know Sarge is EXPRESSIVE with his emotions

My thought process with Donut was to combine Barbie with GI Joe; very pretty, but also pretty darn strong! He has sort of a "soft diamond" shape to his face and jawline. He looks very sweet, but has the potential to be INTIMIDATING. In the past, his hair was light blonde, but turned a strawberry-brown as he got older. During Blood Gulch, when he got EXPLODED, Donut got some scars on the right side of his face, and the hair in that area never entirely grew back. After finally accepting that he is PINK, Donut has also embraced other aspects of himself, both loving who he already is and enjoying what he wants to be. He doesn't hid his scars, but he styles his hair with a side under-cut and dyes the longer lengths a lighter blonde. He also wears a hearing-aid for his right ear, and his eyebrow on that side is a bit thin too. Donut's mouth naturally makes the "cute kitty shape", and he usually has some shiny chapstick/lip-balm on as well. He likes to get some sun on his skin, but is careful not to tan too much, and always uses lots of lotion

Doc is very "in the middle", not too tall or too short, he's not skinny but not chubby either... however, he's got sort of a sturdy build, very athletic without being too buff. A rounded jawline that ends in a small point with his chin. He has a very high bridge to his nose, making a refined line from his forehead down in profile, with sharper edges at the sides of the nostrils. His skin is a deep brown, and his hair is very dark, kept short, with the curls swept up out of his face. Doc isn't "vain" exactly, but he likes to feel comfortable with himself, and to a certain degree, this involves being satisfied with his appearance. O'Malley also enjoys feeling sort of "cozy" with the hair and what-not, so it is a shared reassurance. Doc wears glasses, and O'Malley absolutely knows how to do the "intense anime glasses thing" when he wants to look DRAMATIC. Something I wanted to show with both of them; Doc has very welcoming and kind vibes, but he is perfectly capable of being a sarcastic little smart-mouth, with a fierce sense of resolve. O'Malley likes to be very over-the-top and appear threatening, but there's potential for him to protective, and even joyful. Again, he looks very in the middle, applying to Doc and O'Malley's attitudes

Kai resembles her brother in many ways, but I wanted to make sure she's still unique to herself. Things they have in common; warm copper skin, thick and wavy hair, and they're both chubby. There is a subtle heart-shape to her face (above around her forehead and hair, and also lower with her jaw). Kai has had fun with lots of different hairstyles through the years, but she's decided to just let it grow out. She's dyed it some crazy colors in the past, without really knowing what she was using, but now Donut helps her coordinate, so she has a gradient going on (darker golden-brown at the roots, lighter shades of brown in the middle, and finally yellow at the ends). To keep it from getting tangles, she usually has her hair tied back, or wrapped up while she sleeps. Kai is somebody who is very aware of what she's physically capable of, in terms of both strength and flexibility. Sometimes she shows off with some interesting party tricks, but also just has a graceful way of moving when she wants to dance (or kick somebody's butt). Everything about Kai is LOUD and PROUD, but that doesn't mean she can't calm down and share quiet moments with the people she cares about. She also has two double sets of earrings; two studs up on her right ear, and two small hoops lower on her left ear

The first rule when drawing Tucker; he is the prettiest. He has fairly long and noticeable eyelashes. His nose has a defined smooth and broad curve to it, giving him a profile that is a bit regal, even heroic. He's one of those people who always looks younger than he actually is (not exactly a "baby face", but naturally youthful, until one day he's just gonna suddenly become a silver fox). He has dark brown skin, and thick black hair (4c), kept a little long at the top, but styled as a fade. He has pierced ears, usually just two studs (but can be more elaborate if he wants to dress up). Tucker is an interesting character; visually, he can very easily be a pretty boy, or a prince charming... but then he starts talking, and you realize how obnoxious and annoying he is. Underneath the flirty attitude and sarcastic jokes, he has genuine concern for others, and a fear that he won't be strong enough to protect people. Underneath THAT, he's a determined and clever person that is capable of doing amazing things. All that is wrapped-up within Tucker. I wanted to see a hint of the charm and smug attitude in his face, but the noble look is in there too. Physically, he's a short-king (manlet), but after training with Wash, Tucker has impressive muscles that combine with some quick reflexes

I imagine Caboose as one of the BIGGER characters. He also has the strongest "huggable vibes" (he's literally friend-shaped, no matter how much Church used to argue this fact). Caboose has a naturally sweet smile, which makes it all the more serious when he's upset (a sad Caboose will break your heart... a mad Caboose might break your arms). As Sarge once said- "He's like an ox!". His skin is a shade of sandy brown. His hair is a deeper brown, very soft and a little bit fluffy (I'm especially happy with how his bangs turned out~). I really wanted to make it clear that while Caboose might be all kinds of adorable, he is indeed a grown man, able to take care of himself, and others as well (he understands things some of them never notice). The curve of his jaw is low and subtle, but also shows how "solid" he is built. Caboose is a hopeful person, and has the will power to MAKE things turn out OK one way or another. No matter how unusual his ideas might be, Caboose is dependable, and intuitively has the strength to be kind on purpose

Wash has kept the beard despite the teasing, which has finally transformed him from looking like a very tired lost teenager into a dad who works at a library (the beardo-fication of Wash~). His hair is mostly a light blonde, more golden brown at the roots and through his facial hair (during Project Freelancer, he had a shock of gray after the Epsilon incident, but it has faded). His skin is a light tan color, covered with MANY freckles, and a few scars on his face (the most recent neck injury isn't visible. the scar above his eye is actually from a skateboarding accident as a kid, but the one across his nose was sometime after Project Freelancer started to fall apart). Although he fusses over other people a lot, Wash is bad at taking his own advice, and tends to not eat or sleep enough. It also didn't help that he had a bad habit of ignoring his own emotional breaking points until he was in the middle of losing control... he's finally learned to recognize certain things, and accept every part of himself (a little punk kid, a dork, Mr Serious, a guy who had a Villain Moment, and somebody who really found where he belongs). Under the beard, he has an angular chin, his nose has a curved swoop shape to it, and he has a defined lower lip

Carolina is one of the few characters we see without armor in the series, so I knew what I was working with, but I also wanted to show how she has changed. Carolina is a naturally intense person with somewhat slender features, and she's worked hard to be VERY strong. Now that she's spent time with this group of goobers, and had some chill lessons from Grif, Carolina is rediscovering how to enjoy herself and be less harsh (remember, she is the BEST. this means she's gonna be the Best Red, the Best Blue, the Best at Being Annoying~). She cut her hair during Iris, a little bit choppy at the time, but later decided to keep it short and give it a cleaner trim. She's dyed it a darker, less vibrant shade of red (I imagine her natural red is a bit more carrot). She still uses heavy eye shadow though! (at this point, it is out of spite toward anybody who everybody who ever said it looked silly; not so silly when she's kicking your but, is it?). She's a bit pale, but with a warm tone to her skin. Most of Carolina's scars came from incidents when she didn't have armor, or was so determined to finish a mission, she didn't care if she got hurt. It isn't visible here, but she doesn't bother with shaving her legs (not to get all deep about it, but Carolina sort of has her own balance with embracing certain aspects of femininity, and also ignoring expectations of "beauty". she knows what she's about, and does what she wants)

These designs for Tex and Church exist within my story-line where they get to return in synthetic human bodies (originally intended for the Director to use for himself and Allison, once he could properly "resurrect" her... which didn't work). DNA samples were used as the basic building blocks, the genetic information was allowed to "randomize" itself. As a result, Tex isn't an identical clone of Allison (just like parents can have more than one child; related, but physically different). Ironically, Tex takes after Allison's maternal grandmother, and so does Carolina. Tex has light skin and blonde hair, which she keeps tied back in a ponytail, with two lengths that frame the sides of her face. Carolina and Tex have the same nose shape, a long bridge that curves up at the end. She considered cutting her hair different, or dying it another color... but she didn't want to constantly worry about "changing" herself to avoid any similarities with Allison. Instead, Tex wants to find out what it means to be HERSELF; which is BIG and BUFF. She's pretty tall with a thick body-type already, so she just had to work on the muscles (also, even with long hair, she still has a "warrior dude" vibe, and she's very proud of it). Tex naturally has a lot of confidence and a rebellious attitude, but she really isn't "mean"... at least, not all the time

Church definitely has some traits that came from the Director... but Church was always a contrary little so-and-so, and even though he had no control over how his body formed, it seemed he was destined to be the "opposite" of what somebody else intended. Church is much shorter than the Director, with a thicker more "chunky" body-type (he puts on some healthy weight later, getting a bit more chubby. he also works on being strong enough to pick Tex up. that was his whole motivation). He has a broader nose, and more squared jaw. He has light skin, but a bit more of a sandy color. The most obvious resemblance is his black hair, which sticks up like a soft hedgehog. He asked Carolina and Tex if he should avoid having facial hair (since they have to look at him, and he doesn't want them to be reminded of any unpleasant memories). They assure him that it's fine, and the hair on his chin kind of suits him (it fact, even through the similarities, they can look at him and just see CHURCH, as he is). Church can be a smug, loud-mouth jerk... but though all his rants full of curse words and insults, he cares very deeply about people. Even though he had some ego-trips, he mostly just thought of himself as "some guy". Now he knows how important he is, not because he's a special and highly advanced AI, but because a lot of people missed him. Now he can actually be with them all again, and just like Epsilon, he has the chance to find out what he's truly capable of (they can still project holographic avatars of themselves, but all of the AI Fragments are back too, and happily spend time in Church's head~). Although they make different expression, Church and Carolina have the same "neutral" shape to their mouths

Poppy was originally sent to a different group of Red and Blue Flag Zealots, meant to identify needed supplies and order more ammunition. She was designated "neutral", and had white armor with tan accents. When the teams ran out of bullets, they kept fighting in non-lethal ways, which Poppy thought was preferable to a clearly pointless war, so she just never put in the order for more. Both teams considered her a friend, playfully fighting over who's side she was on, but never getting mad at her for getting along with them all. After a dangerous incident left her knocked-out and recovering, Temple's group arrived to recruit more Sim Troopers. Poppy's group refused to join. When she woke up, they were all gone. She misses them dearly. Because she's still considered part of the Flag Zealots, the UNSC decided to throw her back into a new training program (which was actually pretty shady and insidious), and that's where she meets Sarge. Poppy has a calm yet sarcastic personality, with a raging inferno of a temper once somebody ticks her off. Perfect for Red Team! Poppy is medium-short, about the same as Doc. She has broad shoulders and strong arms, very sure-footed and versatile when it comes to fighting. A very go-with-the-flow attitude, somebody who can be comforting and encouraging, but isn't shy about showing her emotions. She has a somewhat rounded fact with a short, sturdy chin. Her skin is a light shade of brown, and her long hair is a dark earthy brown. Not pictures is her own prosthetic arm (she's meant to be a "mirror" for Simmons, clever like him, but not a know-it-all. she was the one in the accident, and woke up with cyborg parts. Sarge decides to just adopt her, and this SHOULD immediately make him hater her, but Simmons finds himself feeling pretty fond and protective of Poppy. accidental sibling! also, they're both trans in opposite directions~)

We've seen Locus without armor in a flash-back before Chorus, so I tried to translate that into my style I use here. I imagine that he actually wasn't doing to great Chorus, not eating or sleeping enough, what with the whole crisis involved; thinking of himself as a murder-machine unable to see the worth of kindness or mercy, and THEN recovering enough humanity to be horrified by his actions thus considering himself a monster without a purpose... y'know, that whole song and dance. Anyway, the Reds and Blues force him to be a person again, so he gained some weight back. While he has a very strong jaw, it's kind of low where the angle is (so he doesn't have a "long" chin, but a wide one). He also has pretty defined cheek bones, and other features as well (he wasn't smiling much for a LONG time, but he does indeed have lines on his face that deepen when it happens). He's BIG, burly, and buff... but hopefully looks less harsh than before

I like to imagine that Flowers keeps faking his own death, and has a set of plans outside of what Project Freelancer was trying to do... nothing ever worked out properly. Flowers mainly doesn’t like the idea of people being “thrown away” or treated like they’re worthless, and at his worst, that meant using people for some goal they didn’t choose for themselves. He wouldn’t like to admit it, but… “daddy doesn’t always know best”, and he’s trying to include people on the decisions of these goals now (while the Director and Councilor might have just thrown together Red and Blue teams to mimic the other group who had a nearly endless stalemate going, Flowers picked out the Reds and Blues for Blood Gulch because he LIKED them, and he genuinely thought Alpha would too… in a very twisted way, Flowers founded this family). Nobody entirely trusts him at first, what with all the lying. Plus he keeps talking like a overly cheerful serial killer. He’s an older and distinguished gentleman. Some gray streaks in his hair, which he keeps wrapped up in several small braids that make a flower-shaped bun. Some scars on his body from many missions and fights (including the ax to the shoulder). He has a warm, brown skin, and back tattoo that is just barely visible; orange blossoms. He has a tall and lanky body-type, but even past middle-age he still has thick muscles

#red vs blue #rvb

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