#Nightshade clinic

[palaquinn]

Tales from the Nightshade Clinic (Part 4)

“You are a madman, you know that right?”

“Bullshit!  I’m an uncertified GENIUS!”

“O.K. genius, explain exactly to me how in the hell your little idea would even work.”

“It’s simple, man.  All I do is carry around an epi-pen and have it ready to go.  I go into Magiannio’s, order the large order of garlic bread, garlic fettuccine, and a big old glass of red wine and have myself a little feast!  As soon as any reaction begins I grab the epi-pen and just shoot myself up and bing bang boom I’m good to go another round!”

Chester let his head fall onto the break room table while Ernst looked about triumphantly.  

“O.K. let's look at the problems here with that idea…” Chester began.

“There are no problems!  It’s flawless!”

“YOU DON’T HAVE CIRCULATING BLOOD ANYMORE YOU ASSHOLE!”

“Wait, what?”

“Blood, as in YOUR blood, is no longer moving around your body Ernst.”

“Oh bullshit.  I can feel my heart beating still!”  Ernst placed their hand over their chest and then paused.  They shifted the hand to the right, and then the left, up, and then down.  Chester looked on passively.

“Fuck I KNOW it’s in there…” Ernst scrabbled for his stethoscope and quickly began scanning for his own heartbeat.

“Seriously man.  How long have you been a vampire now?”

“No one told me my heart would stop!  Why would it stop?!?  Don’t I still move blood around?”  Ernst was on the verge of tears now as he looked up at Chester.  “I can’t have the garlic can I?”

A single blood red tear ran from his eyes as Chester shook his head.

“Just like I can’t have chocolate man.  It sucks, but for your health now you just can’t have it.”

“Man, I just want some pasta! Curse you, oh blight of undeath!”

“Stop being melodramatic.  You seriously didn’t know this stuff?”

“Not like the bastard that turned me gave me an instruction pamphlet afterwards!  I have no God damned clue how this works!”  

Bobbi stuck her head in the door of the break room.  “Y’all.  Calm it down.  We can hear you in the waiting room.”

Chester smiled and pointed at Ernst. “Genius over here is jonesing for pasta and trying to figure out his sudden aversion to garlic.  Any tips for the young and upcoming vampire?”

“Honey.  Please tell me how you’d eat it?  Hell, how you’d digest it?  Your stomach can’t handle material anymore.”

Ernst stood up looking shell-shocked “YOU MEAN I CAN’T EAT EITHER?!?”

Bobbi sighed, then looked down at the floor, shaking her head.  “You can try,” she offered.  “But you’ll throw it back up in about an hour.  Your body doesn’t…it can’t hold solid food anymore, sweetie.  Just can’t.”

“Yeah you’ll up-chuck it all like an owl pellet.” Chester added helpfully.

“Or a hairball.”

“Why do you guys know more about being a vampire than I do?!” Ernst wailed.  Chester shrugged and pointed at his medical badge for the clinic. 

“I have more hours here than you do.  I’ve seen more patients.  Sorry man.”

Giving up Ernst collapsed into his chair and buried his head in his arms.

“I just want some garlic bread man…”  

Bobbi crooked her finger at Chester, drawing him out into the hall, and bent down to whisper as quietly as she could into his ear.  “Have you told him his dick won’t work right yet?”

“Nope.” Chester grinned. “I think he’ll figure it out come date night.”

“Sure as hell above my pay grade,” Bobbi said, and sauntered back towards the waiting room.

[marblesarelost]

You may or may not be happy to know...

The Nightshade Clinic is alive and well. @palaquinn and I have been working on it, and we're now up to I think 14 vignettes, all vaguely related, though we now have a string of sorts tying the last few pieces together.

I'm wondering what to do with it. Should we post it here, should we start a podcast, should we Kindle pub it.... it's interesting stuff, it's good stuff, and we like playing in the world.

So if anyone has thoughts or would like to read what we've done, just let me know.

[wlfhrdlover]

Could you do an ajax x fem!reader where the reader clinically suffers from ptsd and Rowan keeps on doing her triggers (Making loud hitting sounds etc) when they're all in the nightshades meeting and thats the reason why everyone kicked him off the group and ajax is protecting the reader. just general fluff tbh

I'll write it based on my experience around loud noises, so I'm sorry if you don't like it </3

also, I feel like that Ajax is the "i'm always calm and happy but you mess with her and I'll fuck you up" type of boyfriend, idk.

LOUD

Ajax Petropolus x fem!reader

summary: Rowan pushed Ajax's buttons in a Nightshades meeting.

WARNINGS! mentions of violence, PTSD, abusive parents, kinda of a panic attack, asshole!Rowan, reader is a shadow manipulator (please message me if I forgot something).

Rowan was loud when he wanted and you knew it, you and Rowan never got along very well, in your first day you thought that you two would be best friends or at least friends, both being quiet and never getting lucky around people.

But you were wrong, Rowan was mean, really mean. One time he found out about your fear towards loud noises, reason unknown for him, but it was enough to give him something to use against you.

But you were wrong, Rowan was mean, really mean. One time he found out about your fear towards loud noises, reason unknown for him, but it was enough to give him something to use against you.

At first, you thought it was accidental how he would always clap his hands near to your ear or how things would fall right on your side, making you jump and heart race with the loud noise. Then, you figured out that it was just Rowan showing how much of a bully he could be.

The worst times was when you were in the Nightshades meeting, when the library echoed the loud noises and it always took you out of guard, you always ended up throwing up when you walked back to your dorm.

You didn't know why Rowan didn't like you, but you never tried to find out too, Rowan scared you.

Even though you never talked about it, people around you noticed how Rowan would always smirk when he made you jump or when he got a glance of the tears pooling in your eyes. Who noticed it first though was your boyfriend, Ajax Petropolus.

Sometimes he would glare at Rowan whenever he saw how his lips curved, the boy quickly walking away when Ajax approached you, honestly, Ajax was getting tired of it, he hated to see you so shaken up because of someone like Rowan.

Today though was really complicated, you didn't had the best day and you were oddly more jumpy than normal, now you were in your daily Nightshades meeting, Kent was rambling about something that happened on his swimming time and you just smiled softly trying to comfort him, but your smile quickly dropped when a loud noise echoed inside of your head.

Something similar to a belt and it took you completely out of guard, suddenly your mind flew back to your house and principally to your father.

When Ajax heard the sound his eyes quickly darted to Rowan and he was mad, really mad, Rowan was almost laughing at your face.

— Dude what the fuck is your problem?- Ajax groaned throwing the book on his hand towards Rowan's back.

— My bad- Rowan sarcastically said.

— You need to stop doing that Rowan, seriously- Bianca sent a glare to the boy.

Suddenly the library started to get dark and cold, way too dark and Ajax knew exactly who it was, his eyes quickly turning to you.

His blood boiled when he caught the sight of your eyes wide open, your hands shaking and tears rolling down your cheek.

— Rowan get out of my sight right now- Ajax said between his teeth.

— And don't come back, you're out of the Nightshades- Bianca warned and Rowan simply rolled his eyes and walked out.

Ajax quickly made his way towards you.

Your mind was racing, flashes of your father and his belt, the screams, you trying to beg for him to stop.

"You never know how to keep your mouth shut", "SHUT THE FUCK UP OR I'LL MAKE YOU".

When a warm hand held your arm, your legs failed and you fell down, almost crumbling, the shadows around you getting more and more darker, you wanted to be swallowed by them, just disappear.

But your mind was fogged, so when you only saw Ajax's hands lifting to take your hair out of your face, out of instinct you pulled away.

— I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't hit me please- you cried and Ajax's heart broke completely.

— Love, it's me, it's only me, I'm not going to hit you- he calmly said and kneeled in front of you- It's just you and me now love, no one is going to hurt you again, I'm right here my love- he said.

Your mind slowly started to get back in place, his grip on you never left but you could barely feel it as he held you so gently to not startle you more.

— It's okay sweet girl, just let it out, I'll hold you- he whispered and you cried, you completely broke down in front of him- I'm gonna hug you, is that okay?- he asked and you nodded, he slowly pulled you in his embrace, your head resting on his chest as he caressed your back, your body relaxed on his.

Ajax was so gentle with you, when he noticed how horrified you were of loud noises, he would always arrange your dates in quiet places, bring headphones with him everywhere in case you needed it and always offering his care to calm you down.

You were so grateful to have him with you, he never tried to question about your fear because he knew it was a sensitive topic for you, so the only thing he did was be there for you, whenever you needed and wherever you needed.

He was there.

Ajax was always there.

— Just me and you love, just me and you- he whispered and when you fully calmed down he asked Yoko to bring a cup of water- Give me your hand my love- he asked and you held his hand tightly.

Ajax helped you up, his arm still around your body, your friends looking at you worriedly but smiling softly to assure you that was okay.

Yoko came with a cup of water and Ajax let go of your hand to help you drink it since you were still shaken up, even if you didn't he would help you anyways, Ajax just wanted to make sure that you were okay.

— Let's go back to my dorm and sleep, is that okay?- he whispered and you nodded gripping on his hoodie, he smiled and kissed your head- Okay, I love you my sweet girl- he said.

— I love you too Jax- you muttered.

That night, Ajax held you close to his chest, whispering sweet things in your ear to help you sleep, his hand always caressing your head, always checking to see if you were okay and if you needed anything.

Honestly, the only thing you needed was him and none of you complained about it.

extra!

Ajax made sure that Enid was distracting you when he made his way to Rowan, pulling him inside of an empty room, Rowan looked at him.

— Don't even think about it- Ajax warned and Rowan backed off- Listen to me Rowan, I noticed your little game and I'll warn you, you pull that shit again towards my girl and I'll completely fuck you up, you don't wanna see me mad Rowan, because believe me, the last thing you want to see is a mad gorgon- he said so lowly and in a scary tone that Rowan could see his life passing by his eyes- Stay away from my girlfriend and we're good, understood?- he asked.

Rowan nodded quickly and searched for his inhaler, Ajax smiled sarcastically and forcefully tapped the boy's shoulder, Rowan yelped im pain.

Ajax walked out of the room and you were walking by, your shadows almost hiding you from his view.

— Hey my love, wanna go to the botany class and see the new plants? I heard that some of them are your favorite ones- he smiled and you nodded taking his hand, he glanced at Rowan who quickly walked off.

Good.

[rats-and-robots]

Children of the Void

Hi I am making a Host for Uralon the Cruel because I'm. Normal. And I want to get this down on paper.

Some disclaimers;

I headcanon that the events of RT occur almost immediately following or concurrently with the fall of Cadia. Which is to say Uralon's Host has been outside of the Eye of Terror since before the Fall.

Uralon here is a Grand Apostle, not just a Dark Apostle, as it's implied here in the game that he's on the Dark Council;

The Children of the Void are the 27th Host.

It is important to note that very few members are original members of the Host, as they have gone through multiple battles with great losses and at least one attempted coup. Many members are converted from loyalist legions, such as Nova who was converted as a Scout from a Black Templar chapter, or were stolen from planets and made into Word Bearers, and as such have never seen Sicarus or met Lorgar.

Obviously Uralon the Cruel is the head of the 27th Host as the Grand Apostle. He is a Colchisian native and fought during the heresy. Pre-Heresy, his chapter were always known for having a more wandering spirit and when their captain died and Uralon took over as one of the first Dark Apostles, this didn't change, thus their name labeling them as the Children of the Void, children of the stars and the voidships they travel in, rarely comfortable staying in one place. They were sent on a mission to find a way out of the Eye of Terror around the barricades and succeeded, but haven't been able to re-establish communications nor return until the Fall of Cadia.

His First Acolyte is his closest blood brother and former fellow Chaplain, Eclipse. Eclipse is a sorcerer and a psyker, a very, very powerful one at that. Eclipse and Uralon used to be nearly identical in appearance, before corruption gave Uralon horns and took Eclipse's sight. He and Uralon bounce off of one another easily, and Eclipse is often the one reeling in Uralon's ambition and reminding them of their limited resources outside of the Eye. Eclipse's name obviously was not always Eclipse, but he took the name following a great conquering triumph wherein he called upon the Dark Gods and they stole both the planet's sun, and his sight. This began a bit of a trend wherein members of the Host would rename themselves after cosmic events, furthering their own attachment to their traveling and the stars. (Eclipse has also pseudo-adopted Nymet, @nightshade-victorian's Night Lord, who follows him around like a puppy.)

Aphelion is known for being rather vocal about disliking Uralon's decisions, however despite this, Uralon chose him as his Coryphaus following Aphelion's attempt at a coup within the Host, preferring to hear out and stop any further insurrections given their total disconnect from Sicarus and their perilous situation. He would give himself the name Aphelion after this, once he learned it's meaning; the point where a planet is furthest from its sun. All of this said, he ultimately respects Uralon (now) and is loyal almost to a fault. Almost.

Epoch is the Host's 'Head Apothecary' and is more augment and corruption than flesh. Epoch was a member of the Vor Nergeth, or Order of the Procurators, who was assigned to the Children of the Void's mission. While he was not originally the Head Apothecary, he was forced to take the role following Aphelion's failed coup when the former one was killed. He stays on the ship, his... 'clinic' seated close to the center. Few actually see him for treatment and for the most part he acts as a last resort or as the Host's source of toxins and conversion from human into Astartes. Epoch has two Astartes who serve as guards to his chambers, Keon and Carnephitz.

There are four units of twelve beneath them, including the Captains of each; Nova, Zheon(preceded by Aurora), Rosk, and Azimuth(preceded by the Kiava Gamma CSM).

[anchoragehq]

THE COMPOSITE COMPENDIUM HAS BEEN UPDATED !! please be sure to read it as it gives additional information.

WARNINGS : murder, body horror.

ADMIN NOTE : as we have plans for a vaster plot drop for halloween, please limit your open starters at this time to october the 30th at the latest !

the haunting hour is rife with activity the nearer that hallow's eve approaches, & as the clock strikes three in the morning of october 2nd, the home of nadine castellanos & mei ruan erupts to a cacophony of ringing landline ... the roommates sleep through the call, & there is a blinking '1' for a voicemail.

' you know what tastes good in the fall feast ? . . . the roasted GOOSE.'

when nadine reversed the call & rang it back, the number traced back to the residence of takaharu mochizuki.

STEVE MCCRAWLY TUNING IN LIVE ...

"a grim report for the citizens of anchorage today ! police responded to a call from the winterwood estates. missing person ADISORN TAYEN has now been declared a homicide. the parent, former model & daughter of local business elite SUCHAI TAYEN was discovered in the master bath of takaharu mochizuki's home by the housekeeper, stabbed to death with what detectives are describing as a carrot. that's right, folks, a carrot was the violent weapon that appears to have ended their life. the investigation is still ongoing, but the homeowner has been declared a suspect & taken in for questioning, along with the other residents of the home. this comes nearly two years since the murder of their father, one of our many deceased from the NEW YEAR'S EVE GONE WRONG in 2022. neighbors have been calling in to let us know they witnessed a ransacking on the lawn the previous evening, but police have refused to comment further at this time. we've gone to the streets & spoken to a few residents & truckers — josseline, i'm hearing rumors of some BAD BLOOD between these two. do we think it's coincidence that two members of the tayen family were slain in incidents involving carrots ?? stick with us for live updates on the case."

october's monthly council meeting adjourned with an almost unanimous vote to establish CLAPPY to local businesses & storefronts around anchorage for increased security, though a few retained options to renegotiate.

the state of the clinic was addressed upon eliana moschetti's return & most of the lost animals were recovered, but she was remiss to discover something strange. jaeha nam brought to her a peculiar sight : a fingernail that matched her nail paint in one of their clear glass jars ...

mid-october has marched in a new slew of NIGHTMARES : mingxia ruan's lucid dream of a puppet emerging toward her & grabbing her hand, as it opens its mouth to wordlessly sound out in an eerie rattle, HAVE YOU SEEN MY MOTHER ??

she sleep walked all the way across town to the door of rika hoshino when the police came to collect her ...

don't forget the other one !! song minjae awoke on the floor of his apartment to stench of rot & the stolen portrait from last halloween of a blonde-haired hairess with its face smeared out in a pool of crimson taking over his bed. someone must be missing it.

a fresh slew of letters arrived in the mail for a few of you lucky bastards ...

MERCURY, you appear to have lost something that belongs to you ... either retrieve it or you will be reassigned, pending a reprimand ... NIGHTSHADE, your abilities are requested to keep tabs on our decommissioned few. report back with the catalogue of current status on the grim fox & dismissed scarlet nightmares so we can plan ahead. ONYX, requesting your partnership with mercury for a temporary mission. restore a lost fly on the wall at whatever costs necessary. should your partner defect, lethal force is permitted ... follow the whereabouts of bryn ravencroft.

[at-the-sign-of-the-fox-n-phoenix]

I appreciate how angry you are that people are scamming folx.  Your kind heart made my day.  AND!  You are SO RIGHT that some education is needed here! Taking your advice, I used Google and Google Scholar for this research.

WHAT I LEARNED:

1. The fucked up wellness influencers are often, though not always, neofascist girlies (of all genders) trying to get people with chronic medical problems that are UNDER INVESTIGATED & UNDER TREATED to feel appreciated as a recruitment tactic.  It’s a Problem.  And we all know a fascist Loves a GOOD GRIFT.

2.  The stuff that isn’t about vaginas and shit is actually about stuff that is UNDER INVESTIGATED & UNDER TREATED.  3.  Personal note on the subject of GETTING OUTDOORS AND TOUCH THE GRASS:  Most of the consequences of having under investigated and under treated invisible disabilities like the various types of arthritis, fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, and many others limit how much and what kind of outside time you can do.  How much gardening you can do, for example.  I am in CONSTANT pain that varies in intensity.  My hands sometimes stop working altogether.  Me trying to prune a bush in my garden is not practical.  Me trying to weed my garden, or harvest there isn’t always something I can do.  This year, I couldn’t harvest my radishes in time due to a pain flare, so now i have the most BEAUTIFUL radish flowers!  Enjoying them, too.  So pretty!  So yeah, many of us who need some of the things on your list of scams the wellness influencers were making up really do feel very disconnected from Earth BECAUSE OF OUR INVISIBLE DISABILITIES. 

4.  NOW TO THE GOOGLE LINKS! 4a.  AIP is the AutoImmune Protocol used to identify what is making someone with an autoimmune illness unwell and here is what the CLEVELAND CLINIC (not a ‘fraudster’) says about it. https://health.clevelandclinic.org/aip-diet-autoimmune-protocol-diet/ Autoimmune diseases are horrible and most people tell people who have them that we just want ATTENTION.  No, we just don’t want to die because our body think our body is THE ENEMY.  Quite often the result is INFLAMMATION and CHRONIC PAIN which varies in intensity and location in the body.

4b.  The MAYO CLINIC’s thoughts on those annoying gluten free people (i’m one of them, alas!): https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/celiac-disease/symptoms-causes/syc-20352220

4c.  There is clearly some debate among medical researchers about how valid the nightshade allergy might be as an across the board thing: (apologies, that these are behind paywalls)

https://link.springer.com/article/10.1007/s10620-023-07955-9 https://link.springer.com/chapter/10.1007/978-3-030-88473-4_3 4d.  LINK TO THE TOMATO ALLERGY SEARCH I JUST DID ON GOOGLE SCHOLAR:  https://scholar.google.com/scholar?hl=en&as_sdt=0%2C48&q=tomato+allergy&btnG= apparently some people WILL die of eating a tomato, trust me I was surprised, too. 4e.  LINK TO THE DIETARY TRIGGER NIGHTSHADE VEGETABLES SEARCH I JUST DID ON GOOGLE SCHOLAR:  https://scholar.google.com/scholar?hl=en&as_sdt=0%2C48&q=dietary+trigger+nightshade+vegetables&oq=NIGHTSHADE+VEGETABLE

and nightshades seem to be causing inflammation issues all over the place which is one of the hallmarks of many autoimmune disorders.

5.  ON THE VAG NONSENSE - You’re right that stuff is a scam and it can make your body unhappy if you use them. 

6.  In case you want reliable, experiment and research based understandings of herbs as used in Germany - you can read:  https://shop.elsevier.com/books/the-complete-german-commission-e-monographs/blumenthal/978-0-9655555-0-0

which is THE COMPLETE GERMAN COMMISSION E MONOGRAPHS.  This book relates all the science done on each of 300 herbs commonly used by German herbalists.  Helpful.  Very science.  Much research.  COOL.  7.  LINK TO THE GOOGLE SCHOLAR SEARCH FOR ‘AMERICAN HERBAL MEDICINE RESEARCH’  https://scholar.google.com/scholar?as_ylo=2022&q=american+herbal+medicine+research&hl=en&as_sdt=0,48 8.  FINAL THOUGHTS Hope that helps everybody understand some of the stuff that is REAL that is still being researched and discussed and debated by actual medical experts and researchers.  

I know and deeply appreciate that you didn’t intend to throw disabled people without proper access to doctors who give a shit under the bus.  

Those of us with these oddball autoimmune diseases are overwhelmingly not taken seriously by doctors.  We are objects of intense interest to RESEARCH SCIENTISTS, so if we catch one of THAT SORT’s EYE we are guinea pigs.  

We spend a lot of time on Google Scholar finding everything to do with our WTF is wrong now experiences and then we bring that full ass note book to the doctor, who says 'oh you really want attention don’t you’ and how he knows best and won’t even talk to the authors of the study to see if your situation and the ones they’re investigating are a match.  It’s horrid and common.  ESP FOR WOMEN, and even more so for women of color.  

The wellness industry sprung up at first to serve those of us that the medical people generally don’t take seriously.  And then it morphed into a money grab by icky sorts.  Nothing more horrifying than watching people trying to heal while enduring medical neglect get coopted into weird toxic delusional shit.

i hate you alternative wellness natural chemical free vegan non-GMO herbal intuitive whole foods healing raw high vibrational plant based cleanse gluten free superfood supplement blend bullshit!!!! You're not healthier and more balanced and connected to the Earth because your smoothies are full of unidentifiable green and brown powders you got from a subscription box to ✨URTH-CRUNCH VAGINAL ENLIGHTENMENT✨!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[gust-jar-simulator]

Vio needs some enrichment and the LU quest does NOT give him the opportunity for it.

Characters: Four, the colors.

TW: discussion of torture, Vio being morally dubious.

🌲🌌🏕️🌌🌲

Vio knew exactly why he did what he did, thank you, and did not require external commentary on the subject.

The thing is, this quest had come from... a bit out of nowhere. It was inconvenient. Four occasionally wondered if any of them had left the stove on, or a paddock gate open, or a door unlocked when the portals came. As much as adventure was always a part of being a hero, one could always hold out hope that the last one was really the last one, or at least that they'd have time to tie up loose ends before the next.

Point being, Vio was a very busy man and gallivanting through time and space in the company of Hylia's blessed attack dogs- and yes, the description was accurate, the other three would do well to find some humor in it- took time away from his own personal projects.

Yes, saving the universe was arguably more important than necromantic research.

On the other hand, it absolutely wasn't.

Four sighed and ground his conflicted opinions on heroic selflessness into the swipe of a whetstone, settling into the idle rhythms of camp winding down. Wind was a good storyteller, voice rising and falling and easy to tune out to the edge of his attention, like music. Somewhere, Hyrule and Warriors were cataloguing healing supplies. Time was propped against a tree, taking in the night air and talking quietly to Twilight. A good group of good men. Wholesome. Heroes.

Like us.

You can't be a hero and be completely clean, I think.

I get your point, but... Sky.

...he has to have done something. There's no way.

He's Hylia's boyfriend.

Hylia's kind of a bitch though-

Blue!

There were pranks, and jokes, and the occasional experiment in battle. Using that many bombs on a skulltula was probably a war crime. Legend in particular had a sense of humor sharp enough to cut yourself on, if you took him too seriously, and the more he relaxed the sharper he got. But it was all well within the bounds of reason, safe and couched within the parameters of heroics, of selflessness, of keeping up morale.

When they fell asleep Four dreamed of fire and dragon scales between his thighs, stars blotted out by the smoke of burning homes, and he didn't hate it as wholeheartedly as he probably should. It itched, in his hands, in his gut, in his teeth. Green didn't want to hurt anyone. Red didn't mind a bit of controlled arson. Blue loved a good fight with the feral intensity of a lynel, but could talk himself down or channel it into acceptable targets. Mostly because Red would yell at him.

Vio had to be careful, because something like creaking restraint itched at his tongue and teeth and the clinical glance of his eyes, the way his fingers twitched for a weapon or a quill or both. He was curious. He could call himself curious. He could call himself frustrated, too, denied personal projects and personal space.

Four woke up from dreams of scalpels and equations and ritual component substitutions, nightshade and wormwood and the copper stench of old blood. Vio couldn't even find it in himself to be sorry, but thankfully the others didn't press. It was... easier, when they were separate, to have their own interests. It was no one's fault that Vio had to know if bokoblins were susceptible to poison, or if poe fire had any practical uses. He was simply built the way he was.

About a month into things, they'd almost gotten used to the odd ache in their blood like a smothered flame.

Still.

Four woke up in the middle of second shift, staring at the stars, and Vio's sigh curled between the constellations like dragons' smoke.

It's getting worse. Blue can fight all he likes, there's no shortage of monsters. Green has the satisfaction of heroics and working with fellow knights. Red has Wind and Hyrule and even Wolfie, and there are certainly opportunities to light things on fire.

The others were awake, but there was nothing to say to it. Vio was verbalizing what they already knew.

The last bit, however, he carved out of himself in his own approximation of vulnerability, honest as a vivisection. All I can do is read. I can help with strategy, I have rare chances to educate, but nothing... I have no practical application for my skills. My interests. My... desires. I'm behind in my research.

Are you? Blue's question was a quiet pressure on the bruise.

Well I'd certainly have made more progress by now-

You miss it, Red interjected softly, and something about the comment made Vio bristle like an affronted cat.

I miss HIM, you know I miss him, it's not-

We'd dream more about Shadow if it was just that. Wind in the trees, leaves stirred by cool autumn. It's okay to have hobbies, you know.

It's not just a hobby-

Yeah, sure, it's gay too. A scoff, like the crunch of ice, but fond. You're the last idiot I thought would have trouble being selfish.

And wanting Shadow isn't selfish?

Wanting to do something that wigs the rest of us out is selfish, nerd. At this point I don't give a shit if Shadow shows up for dinner. Stop pining for the chance to dissect keese eyes or whatever and just fucking ask.

Vio didn't quite speak a response as much as he just mentally presented them all with the concept of the Chain. Green made a thoughtful noise, and Red tilted their head a little.

Well... what are you researching?

I want skin samples. Their tongue traced the edge of their teeth, slow and considering and just on the edge of that slow-burning hunger. It was research. Just research. Bokoblins in particular are creatures of darkness, easy to find and easy enough to kill. They're vulnerable to weapons of light, but not sunlight. I want to know why.

A flicker, a spark. Wild has monster parts, you could start there? And if someone else is collecting, there's no reason we can't!

That was very true, very helpful, and full of excellent excuses that would fly perfectly under the radar.

Vio's blood burned like the belly of Death Mountain, breath a little too short, skin a little too sensitive, words shaped as carefully as spun glass. I... appreciate it, Red. Thank you.

It felt like trying to put a candle snuffer on a wildfire.

Blue sighed. You want to tie a 'blin to a chair and peel its skin off while it chokes on a gag.

Vio could not answer that, not when Green reeled back and Red went politely blank in response, but he also really didn't need to. They all knew, some of them just held onto a bit too much hope. So he tugged at the edge of their tunic, shifted a little in their bedroll, and let the night answer for him.

There was the wordless impression of a gesture from Blue, a sort of there it is, and it took a long minute for Red's boundless optimism to chime back in again. Well! I'd really want to do that after splitting, but since we decided it's not safe yet... I mean, we can think about it? There's a lot to plan for something like that- space, time, getting away from everybody. Do you want a forest or a cave. That kind of thing. As long as it's real actual planning, would that help? And maybe journal about it?

Green made a slightly nauseated noise, but presented them all with the reminder that as monster hunters they were pretty good at sketching.

They were... helping. Actually helping. Vio blinked, turned more of his attention to them like a flower towards the moon. It would take the edge off. You're fine with me filling up our journal with that?

Sure! Maybe we can get you your own special one next time we're in town too. And obviously probably use code.

Obviously. He wasn't an idiot.

....if we're doing this, Blue started, hesitant, and we're not splitting for it, then we're gonna... be there.

Most likely. That was the issue, after all. Otherwise Vio would have done something about this within the first week.

Do you care if we're there-there, then? Might as well pull up a fucking chair if we're doing it anyway. I want to see.

Vio stared at the stars and tried to absorb that. You want to see.

I use a hammer, Vio, I'm not a fancy noble. I wanna know what's so great about this. There's more to it, but I break bones for fun, y'know?

It won't be fair, Vio reminded him quietly over Green's steady nausea. It's never fair.

Yeah, well, it's never fair for me either because I'm the fucking best. Checkmate.

They won't be able to get away.

Isn't that kind of the point? We're not sending the bastards to reform school, it's search and destroy. You just... take longer. Blue grimaced, glanced aside, huffed. Look I already know it's gonna be weird and uncomfortable and whatever the fuck, I just wanna know.

...you can read my notes, Vio decided, after I make them. All of you. And then we'll see.

Thank you. Green, shaky but steadfast, and the others swiftly followed with their own.

It was... strange. Vio had certainly never thought to ask. He'd quietly resigned himself to having a breakdown at some point and hopefully returning to normal afterwards. But now the opportunity was there, the chance, the... odd support and even interest.

Four fell asleep that night, dreamless, and woke actually rested for the first time in weeks.

[nightshcderp]

𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

Name: Morrigan Taggart

Alias: Misa Himura, Nightshade

Occupation: Villain and right hand woman to Daruma Ujiko

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Birthdate: December 21st

Orientation: Heterosexual

Ethnicity: Celtic

Nationality: Scottish

Blood Type: B

Voice: Rowena MacLeod - Supernatural

Place of Birth: Ballachulish, Lochaber, Scotland

Residence: No set residence

Languages: English, Gaelic, conversational Japanese (she’s still working on it)

Height: 5'4"

Weight: 140

Hair Color: Classic Red

Hair Type: Curly

Eye Color: Gemstone green

Skin Color: Fair

Body Type: Hourglass

Distinguishing Features: She covered nearly head to toe with freckles. They vary in intensity but are more clustered at her shoulders. Her skin also has a light purple tint to it when in the sunlight.

Outlook: After gaining independence from her family, Morrigan really clung to the aesthetic that caught her eye the most. She likes to call it “clinical goth” despite the ruffles and lace. She has to keep up appearances when doing her job. Certain precautions are taken when she knows she's going to be around people i.e. gloves or long sleeves.

Art by ibrielynn

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

MBTI: ENTJ

A lifetime ago, Morrigan was the doting older sibling who could be counted on for just about anything. She was kind, emphatic, and loved to mother her siblings because she felt as if they needed it; Baird, the youngest, definitely did. She extended these aspects of herself to the few friends she made. Now, years after the turning event of her life, she struggles to see how she ever had any of those endearing qualities. She has grown bitter, angry, sarcastic, and vengeful. She's prone to bouts of anger, rarely directed at her colleagues (with the exception of Dabi), and pours herself into her work.

Even if she has changed from her past, Morrigan still shows signs of her motherly tendencies. She'll ask someone if they've eaten, drank water, slept, etc. but her words come out meaner than she anticipates. She never apologizes for this.

When it comes to her work and the cause, Morrigan is extremely loyal, dedicated, and, if someone would ask her colleagues, addicted to the craft. She also has strong opinions on quirk regulation - don't get her started.

Likes: Sunny days, theatres, sewing/mending, science

Dislikes: Spiders, talking during movies, the texture of chalk

Favorite Drink: Matcha tea

Favorite Food: Hashbrowns

Favorite Color: Purple

Habits: Eye-rolling, placing hands on hips, pausing before answering, touching up and applying makeup, drinking, overworking, skin-picking

Hobbies: Phytotoxicology, reading, flower arranging

Fears: Childbirth and spiders

𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲

Mother: Davina MacTier

Father: Alaster Taggart

Brother: Caelan Taggart (14)

Sister: Davina Taggart (14)

Brother: Baird Taggart (8)

𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬

Art by liighty

Art Source: Picrew

Art Source: Picrew

[izzyfromdeadspace]

@a-drop-of-nightshade

Izzy had been in the clinic getting a transfusion as she'd run anemic again. Laying there feeling like shit she looked at the small strange purple flowers that had grown along her wrists. She had more on her thighs but it didn't make sense as to why she had them. The nurses had once said it was a nonhuman soulmate thing. But judging by the marks she didn't think her soulmate was even around anymore. People only cut like that to end things. With a heavy sigh she just looked over to the hall hearing a nurse complaining about someone covered in flowers. They must have it really bad.

[brooklynislandgirl]

@silverjetsystm {{part two of this because tumblr is complete clown shoes}}

Once she's satisfied that he has no more head-trauma then she moves on. Still gentle. Each caress intended to give as little pain as possible considering. Beth feels the crispness of the dense curls that cover his chest. A lick of shame runs up the back of her neck when her hand sinks in. Gives her the belief that it would be just as soft if she pressed her face against him to listen to the steady beating of his heart. The scar she cannot ignore prevents her from indulging in that little luxury. Lends a skitter to the weight of her fingertips in hesitation. The scar itself is old. Jagged and shaped unmistakably to her eyes like the glyph for a Theurge moon. While Beth is a nurse, she too is a gardener in multiple senses of the word, and he knows it. "Moonflower might be too on da nose," she murmurs. "Mebbe night blooming jasmine. Easy to coax into a vine, but I'd be careful. Not true jasmine, it's actually part of da nightshade family. I could put a list togeddah for you based on ease of cultivation, scent, beauty…any criteria ya might like." While he's numb she tugs a rib back into place, its chipped off point dangerously close to puncturing a rib. Psychic surgery if he wanted a clinical term though she thinks the System is content to know her skills are both hard won through study as they are a blessing from the universe. Nothing that will leave any further marks on his skin, though Beth does stray from practicalities now and again. Tracery of fainter marks, the outline of his ribs for her own satisfaction and nothing to do with easing pain and breath. The faint dapple of freckles that in some cases would attract her seafaring kin in their own species. She catches her own actions and hopes that he doesn't notice the difference in her hands. Their weight, their purpose, their uncertainty. She draws them away, knowing the spell-work is nearly complete. It will be as if tonight never happened. One less burden on the body already so terribly abused. This is the evil of fathers and the shackles they place on their children, a garden of misery and pain. Ostracization from the simplest of comforts. She thinks maybe she likes haole gods even less now, these grand patriarchs that are thieves of the worst kind. "Mmmm?" Beth is a strong swimmer by nature. All lithe muscle and intimately familiar with sea, lake, stream. Despite that she barely keeps her head above the dark and deep waters of his voice and thus misses the levity in the words that tumble down his lips. Green woods rise to meet night sky. "If you want…I could write you some." Winsome with a touch of diffidence.

[fatedevour]

♢  —    @bogachs​​​​​​​​​​​​ asked:  "you're looking quite handsome today, docteur."

love, rosie sentences:

   Pantalone’s voice is like PHENOL, sickeningly sweet and tarry in Dottore’s ear. Unfortunately, for Pantalone, it has never been that siren-song that’s ever been what has caught the doctor’s attention. No matter how he might purr or smile or lure in the oblivious folks, those same men and women who can be ENCHANTED by a flash of gold or sparkle of a jewel, it fell flat to the man who chased after knowledge to feast on like unending vortex of charybdis at the expense of ALL ELSE. No. Fine silks, perfect accents, graceful poise? It meant nothing. Nothing but a needless display of pointlessness. But a snake’s venom is useless to the crushing power of the jaguar’s jaws. They were simple DIFFERENT and therefore INCOMPARABLE. Although he could INDULGE in sipping the sweet venom, he could also choose to REJECT it and hear the words as they were. Such was the latter how he treated the present moment.

   Dottore arches a brow as he watches Pantalone lift a hand to fix some ruffle of the NEW outfit that the doctor wore. He HADN’T been expecting a visit from the banker, rather certain that Pantalone was undoubtedly busy pouring over maps and numbers and trade information as usual - or preparing for the upcoming tax season. Although the HISS of his door opening had given a rather solid guess to who his visitor was given how FEW people would visit, let alone dare step in without announcement, it’d still been a vague surprise that he hid behind a clinical expression.

   “  You must rather LIKE this outfit to give me such a compliment unprompted.  “  Dottore remarks, lifting a hand up to catch Pantalone’s ELEGANT wrist before he can retract it to safety.  “  I’m glad you approve however. You are the FIRST to see it. Besides its creator of course.  “ With that hold on him, he gives a gentle but firm tug to draw Pantalone closer as he leans back against his empty desk. He watches how the dim light flickers over ink and moonlight hair, watches the corners of his eyes and lips for the subtle changes while his free hand rests against his hip.  “  So what is it you’re after, NIGHTSHADE? You rarely visit for NO reason of some kind.  “  He tease with what is far from a TYPICAL nickname, yet one nonetheless and no less fond in the UNDENIABLY contained traces of typical Dottore-esque aesthetics to it.  “  I have a meeting with Her Majesty and Pierro in a bit.  “  He murmurs UNPROMPTED, rough lips so close they could brush across the softness of Pantalone’s before he leans away slightly, curious to see if the banker’s GREED would drive him to chase the temptation of a kiss.

   It is true. He does have that meeting, but there was no RUSH in his movements, showcasing the fact that it was NOT  a case of last minute decision for him to change from a DISSECTION standard coat to the elegance of this new outfit. There was still SOME time to be had and he would selfishly indulge that in the company of Pantalone.

[marblesarelost]

Scenes From the Nightshade Clinic: Part 1

Matt sat on the back dock of the Nightshade Clinic, cigarette burning away between his fingers, head down, gaze on the dark concrete below him. He never even flinched at Wren's grasp of his shoulder, only scooted a little to the left so they could sit down beside him.

"Got another of those?" Wren asked, and Matt reached into his scrubs, brought out the pack.

"She's not gonna make it, is she?" He asked, his voice cracking on the last word. Wren lit their cigarette, took a deep drag and blew the smoke up at the yellow security light above them.

"She might," they said quietly. "It's just gonna fuckin' suck ass."

"She's only seven," Matt sighed. "Who the fuck thought it was a great idea to trap and try to turn a fuckin' seven-year-old into a goddamn wererat?"

"Someone desperate," Wren said, shaking their head. "You left before we got the whole story from her grandpa. She's got a brain tumor. Inoperable. But grandpa knew a guy who knew a guy --"

"And they thought turning her would save her," Matt finished before Wren could, shaking his head slowly. "Fuuuck."

"Yeah." Wren took another drag as Matt put the stub between his fingers out, lit another, this time actually smoking it instead of contemplating it. "Zach's on the phone to Perry right now, or he was when I came out here. Perry might be able to do something."

"Doesn't much matter," Matt replied, his words barely audible. "Brain tumor will still kill her. Goddamn it."

"Yeah," Wren sighed beside him. "Yeah."

Both were silent for a few moments, the crickets' song rising around them; the Nightshade Clinic was just at the edge of town, and the marsh was close. "Guess Grandpa didn't know," Matt said at last.

"No," Wren murmured. "Had no fuckin' idea. But, I mean, shit. At least he tried it with a wererat. Back..." Wren stopped, paused a second, went on. "Back when I first started here. Same situation, but the mom made a bargain with a faerie. Didn't...it didn't end well."

"I don't think I want to know," Matt murmured, and Wren shook their head.

"No. No, you don't." They threw their cigarette butt away, hiked themself back up on their feet. "You can take another five, maybe ten, but we need you back in there soon, Matt."

"Yeah." Matt took one more drag, cracked his neck and tucked his wings back into place behind the illusion charm. "Once more unto the breach."

"What you said, kid." Wren bumped shoulders with him, and the pair of gargoyles made their way back into the Nightshade Clinic; at the nurses' station, Dr. Wren Drew pulled on their white coat, and Matt picked up the chart waiting at the RN station.

[randomcritters]

This is Lavender!

So I have hypothyroidism, Premature ovarian failure, clinical depression, ADHD and Dyslexia.

And hey!

Sometimes I do get to feeling bad about my weight and no I'm not making excuses for having a not so great diet but it is really nice when my pets snuggle up to me like this because my stomach fat is warm. Lol 😂

Also Little Lavender Boy is a Jersey Giant he's a month old in that picture. He and Nightshade have out grown their baskets. 😢

[videogamerkm]

Things about this that have changed since the last update to this post:

Their twitter is now private

Someone claimed their old UN to specifically tell them to fuck off

Their site no longer has any supplements on it

Their twitter and website appear to have changed to a clothing company. I didn’t stick around to figure out if their designs are stolen or priced in a way to try to attract actual buyers because the website and situation made me want to vom

Things that haven’t changed:

Their shitty AI generated founder image

I really hope nobody was suckered into buying anything there since it was created because this is absolutely a honeypot at the least, actively trying to kill people at the best (fun fact I found out when looking up their “supplement” - there is exactly zero evidence ashwagandha has any clinical usage, but there’s lots of evidence of side effects it can cause, plus it’s in the nightshade family! Yay for selling poison to trans people I guess! Fuck.)

This site has been going around Twitter trans accounts quite a bit lately, so just pointing out here too that it'll do fuck all, they're exploiting trans people at a time when hrt is particularly hard to access and please don't give them your money

[openintegrative]

Elimination Diets: Find the Foods Behind Your Symptoms

Elimination diets identify food intolerances by removing and reintroducing specific foods.

Divided into two phases: elimination and reintroduction.

Items like gluten, soy, and nuts are often removed first.

Gradual reintroduction helps identify food triggers.

Close monitoring and professional guidance are essential.

Elimination Diets

Elimination diets identify food sensitivities through the process of removing specific foods and gradually reintroducing them.

This method helps to find which foods might cause adverse reactions, particularly for those with chronic digestive issues or unexplained symptoms.

Common Reasons for Elimination Diets

People use elimination diets to address food allergies, intolerances, and chronic conditions. These diets help pinpoint specific foods that may be contributing to symptoms.

Types of Elimination Diets

Specific Carbohydrate Diet (SCD): Avoids certain carbohydrates believed to aggravate digestive disorders.

Low FODMAP Diet: Excludes foods high in fermentable carbohydrates that trigger IBS.

Basic Elimination Diet: Removes common allergens, such as gluten, soy, dairy, and eggs.

Autoimmune Protocol (AIP): Eliminates foods that might cause inflammation in autoimmune conditions.

Foods Commonly Eliminated

During the elimination phase, the following foods are often removed:

Gluten

Soy

Nuts

Nightshade vegetables

Dairy

Eggs

The Elimination Phase

This phase typically lasts 2-4 weeks. All suspect foods are removed. A food diary is essential for tracking symptoms like digestive issues, skin reactions, and fatigue.

The Reintroduction Phase

Foods are reintroduced one at a time, spaced out every 3-4 days. This slow process identifies any adverse reactions and determines which foods are safe.

Challenges and Considerations

Elimination diets can be difficult due to the strict removal of certain foods. Nutritional deficiencies may occur if not managed correctly.

Social situations may also present challenges, making professional supervision important.

Benefits and Effectiveness

Elimination diets often result in significant health improvements. Identifying and removing trigger foods reduces symptoms and enhances well-being.

When to Seek Professional Help

Professional guidance is necessary in complex health situations or if there is a risk of nutritional imbalance. A healthcare professional can provide personalized advice and support throughout the diet.

Conclusion

Elimination diets effectively identify food sensitivities. Individuals can discover which foods trigger symptoms and make healthier dietary choices by carefully following the elimination and reintroduction phases.

FAQs

How long should the elimination phase last? Typically, the elimination phase lasts between 2-4 weeks, depending on individual needs.

What should I do if I have a reaction during reintroduction? Stop consuming the food immediately and allow symptoms to subside before trying another food.

Can elimination diets lead to nutritional deficiencies? Yes, they can, if not managed properly. It’s crucial to monitor your diet closely.

Are elimination diets safe for children? Elimination diets can be safe for children with supervision from a healthcare professional.

How do I know if I need an elimination diet? Consider an elimination diet if you experience unexplained symptoms like digestive discomfort or chronic fatigue that might be linked to food sensitivities.

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[livingfictionsystem]

The Most Transphobic Trans Person I've Ever Dated:

AJ Lovelle aka Alexander Nightshade was actually my introduction to the concept of non-binary, for better or for worse. But they were so unbelievably toxic that I consider them a very good example of self-hating transphobia.

They also betrayed me for essentially nothing, so consider this a petty storytime.

Their dysphoria and dysmorphia was intense enough to power the city of Paris. Despite having the build of an uncanny Jack Skellington cosplayer, they would insist that the mere fact of them having been AFAB had left them with a body 'only a breeder' would have that made them look like 'a fat lesbian' and 'Kim Kardashian.'

I wasn't the only one baffled by this. During their volatile and suicidal rants, wherein they would graphically vow to off themselves in front of their entire FB audience, they would cite 'huge curves' that only they perceived.

If you would dare to point out how they actually looked, you would be told that you were 'gaslighting them out of suicide.'

AJ also tried to convince me that it was their 'pear-shaped body' that led men to assume that they were into 'PIV sex.' (aka 'Straight sex') When I asked when that was, they admitted that this was when they were closeted and pretending they were a cis woman.

They failed to see how that might have contributed.

Once, their relative told them that they smelled of onions. AJ's response was to look this up and discover that this was a 'feminine' scent and that it was even more proof that they were doomed to a hyper-femme, 'breeder' body.

I asked if they'd had onions that day. They snapped at me that they didn't believe that was relevant and called me dismissive.

This, of course, would ricochet onto other people. AJ would rant endlessly about how it offended them that trans-mascs would have 'PIV sex' and how it was making life harder for them specifically. They told me since I favoured *my* larger hips and that it didn't make me dysphoric, then that meant I wasn't actually non-binary. AJ had also told me that since I'd had top surgery, I didn't have anything to be dysphoric about. They constantly berated on me for my broad shoulders and my 'superior brow-ridge' to mock any dysphoria I had, insisting I was one of the lucky ones.

AJ would even incorrectly misidentify cis men as trans. They once referred to a cis male model and asked, "Why would he name himself Justin?" I told them, "Oh, I think that's his given name." They rolled their eyes and told me the model was 'definitely trans' because they could 'always tell.' The model was not.

I once referred to them as 'the one' that did something, and they insisted to me that I had called them 'the woman.' Easy enough to mishear over the phone, but there was no convincing them. They blamed their voice.

They did get misgendered. Long hair, make-up, and elegant clothes do that for even cis men; male is a gender gate-kept beyond absurdity and it always had been. But it would always go back to them having 'investigated' and finding beyond a shadow of a doubt that they had the most 'feminine shape' in all of existence and that this was the only reason why.

AJ would also constantly threaten to starve themselves or try self-surgery. When i insisted on a therapist, they told me the therapist was 'giving them the run-around.' "All they want to do is TALK." When I asked what else AJ expected, they gestured towards their hips and told me, 'FIXING IT.'

They also believed that they only had 'situational depression' since people who led stressful lives couldn't also have clinical depression.

One of their GoFundMe posts lists all of their attempts in chronological order---I'm not kidding. As a last Hail Mary to try to save them, I saved over three grand to get them the lipo surgery they said would save their life.

And then used the funds to redo my study when I found out they'd been feeding information about me to my abusers.

As far as I know, AJ has had two surgeries since then and somehow isn't satisfied. They refuse to acknowledge one can have dysmorphia and dysphoria at the same time, as if the presence of dysmorphia would mean they were never trans.

If you'd take anything from this fun little story, just know that---

Trans people can be transphobic and use their own dysphoria as a pass to be. It is not.

If you have a close friend or partner who has yelled at you and threatened to snuff it on a weekly basis for six years, it's time to leave. And probably get your blood pressure checked.

Someone who believes systemhood and psychology is a farce is also likely to neglect their own mental health to the detriment of all around them.

And you can't save those who don't want to be. They are still breathing, though I broke up with them four years ago. You can leave; even if they do make good on their threats, it wouldn't be your fault.

-Xanthe (Fictive/Cohost/Protector)