#also she is CHRONICALLY NOT ON TIME

[badolmen]

gorlie….

[nookisms]

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Masterpost

[butcharium]

I love that my girlfriend is a yapper she will yap and yap and yap and I will love listening to her so much. I love that she's so much more extroverted than I am, both because she challenges me and brings me out of my she'll in ways I really appreciate, and because it protects me in social situations where I can shield myself behind her love of talking when necessary. Also she's so cute when she gets excited and I love being excited with her.

[imageingrunge]

Eleanor De Vries 1874 - 1900 🦇

[basilpaste]

i have a personal hc i never really share where mira is some manner of chronically ill. it fuels how she feels incapable of her task, how she doesnt feel like euphrasie made the right choice by blessing her. shes not strong enough, shes not good enough, how could someone like her save the world?

being chronically ill is being forced to be stagnant. and even if she loves who she is without changing, she still feels unworthy.

[phoenixcatch7]

Kintsukuroi

'What if I put a clock pendulum in my torso' was the sort of question Bruce had come to expect when visiting Oracle.

"Pendulums are dependant on a stable base," he replied, because the last time he'd assumed they were being unserious Tim had tried to fit a chemistry test lab in his mouth and accidentally leaked the fumes through his mask.

"It'd be so aesthetic though," said Barbara, not looking up from the dozen screens she was surrounded by. "Listen. It would look so cool - Spoiler, robbery on fifth and main - Especially if I put a clock face over my heart."

"I thought you were trying to fit a super computer in it?"

"I was, but progress is slow. It's hard to fit it and enough padding to protect it plus leave enough room for ventilation. If I add the pendulum I might at least get inspiration." She gave a heavy sigh and pushed away from the desk, gliding in her chair to where her doll body was resting on a table, the glue separating the two halves of the smashed torso still glistening. Bruce followed, peering over her at the many scanners and wires hooked into it, flashing and beeping.

"Any luck?" he asked, and they both knew he wasn't talking about the computer anymore.

"Nothing."

He squeezed her shoulder, and she leant into it. They stayed there for a long moment.

"I just don't understand!" Barbara finally burst out, hands clenching on her chair arms. "I glued nearly every single piece back together! I made sure every splinter I could find went exactly where it should! I know the contract is still there. She's worked with more missing pieces before. But she's just not responding!"

"It's not you," Bruce soothed. "You've more than enough determination and strength to puppet, and we know the human body's state doesn't affect performance."

"That's the thing!" Barbara threw her hands up angrily, nearly smacking Bruce in the face. There was a chatter over comms, and both reached for their own. "One second," she said tightly, and wheeled back into the glow of the monitors. "Copy. BW, you're nearest? Thanks. Try and avoid the sniper this time. Wing, backup is in five."

She muted again and spun around, pinning Bruce with a heavy stare. "Is there anything, anything you can think of? We've - nothing I've tried has worked."

"Well...." He trailed off, one hand coming up to rub at the chin of his mask - a quiet night meant the opportunity to forgo the practical but muffling gas mask for his favoured plain black.

It was far from the first time a doll had been horrifically damaged. The incident with Bane came to mind - Batman had been in a very similar condition, body shorn clean in two and tossed to opposite corners. It was an awful memory, but the expression on Bane and the audience's faces as his bloodless body fell apart like a rotting tree trunk and then kept moving was a silver lining he'd always treasure.

But he'd been repaired and back on his feet in weeks, if bearing the incandescent fury of the doll for several more. It had been months for Barbara, and still nothing was happening.

"There's something we're missing, and I doubt it's on your side."

"I know THAT-"

"Listen," he demanded, and her jaw clicked shut mutinously. "There's something we're not seeing. Batgirl is in no shape to demand it herself, it seems. So its inaction is something we can't fully rely on."

"You've got the most experience with the dolls of all of us. Can you.. I don't know, sense anything?"

"Nothing more than the usual, with the Patriarch Doll, but we might get more if we return to the doll house -"

"No." Barbara interrupted again, but Bruce did not take offence. "She's not going anywhere. She doesn't want to head back to the cave."

Oh?

"She doesn't want to, or she doesn't care to?"

"I say she doesn't."

Interesting. This was likely a case of the doll exerting its will. The bats were well versed in avoiding the few lines their wooden bodies drew in the sand, treating them with the wary respect one would give a favorite blade or a highly trained attack dog. They could work together, share the highs and lows of life with them, but never get complacent. The dolls were forever a foreign, inhuman presence, and as with all wild creatures they would never be so arrogant as to assume full understanding. For Barbara to so strongly decide for the doll meant she was most likely not the only one deciding.

Which meant the solution would not be found in the cave.

"Perhaps there are upgrades she wishes to have?"

Oracle paused.

"Maybe," she conceded. "But there's practically a limitless amount of things I could do, and I wouldn't know where to start. And I could more easily do them when she's up and walking."

Not that then. If the doll wanted something to change but not receive upgrades or heal, than what?

... Not heal.

Batman hurried to the table. Oracle watched him with hawk eyes, but another call on the comms turned her away with a final warning glance.

Recovering every single splinter from a damaged wooden object and perfectly reattaching it was nigh impossible on a good day, never mind in the dead of night with a moving target. The dolls always returned to the cave to regenerate scratches and nicks they couldn't buff out, or accepted plaster to transmute with whatever supernatural power guided them.

The batgirl on the table, divested of all covering and armour, was still as chipped and scuffed as the day nightwing recovered last splinter.

The pieces fell into place.

"She doesn't want to be perfectly rebuilt," he realised. "She doesn't want the damage to disappear as it normally does... She wants it to remain visible. A different type of repair, then."

Oracle spun in her wheelchair to face him.

"Why?" she asked, something sharp in her eyes. Bruce chose his next words carefully.

"Perhaps she thinks such damage doesn't need to be hidden away," he said, slowly, and didn't comment when she turned away. Though she put on a strong face, and the doctors had recently released her full time, it would be a long time until the young hero was able to truly heal her mind.

"She doesn't need to do that for me. She's just causing me trouble."

"I don't think she is," he tried. "Dolls tend to reflect their puppeteer even after they accept us. You can't deny your trajectory has been changed."

They both sent a significant look to the enormous super computer taking up the wall.

"You've said you almost feel better able to protect Gotham now, with your reach and skills. Do you really feel that way?"

"I - I don't -" her mouth worked silently, and Bruce waited. "I mean I guess... But a part of me always assumed it'd be temporary, you know? Once I fixed batgirl.. It'd all return to normal." Her voice wobbled, and Bruce didn't hesitate to crouch before her, wrapping her in a long armed hug. She buried herself in his chest, regardless of the chilled metal.

"It's okay if you don't," he whispered into her hair, and held her as she shook. "I'm just throwing ideas around."

"I do though," she rasped. "I think I do feel that way. There's so much that can't be solved by violence, and it feels good to be out there but... I think I can help even more people, this way."

"That's good," he praised, "that's good. You can do whatever you set your mind to."

"You stole that from a parenting book verbatim."

"It's applicable to the current situation."

"Fine," she sighed, and pushed him away to roughly scrub at her eyes. "I'll give the doll another chance. Find some glitter glue or something, I don't know."

"Any materials you need will be provided," he promised. "I wouldn't recommend glitter glue or our usual tar."

He moved to pat her on the hair as the emotions of the moment faded, making sure to keep his unsheathed claws out of her hair.

"Once you fix her, though, I would recommend you puppet the doll during night hours still," he told her. "It wouldn't be good to put your body through twenty hour days."

"I've got a good system set up for now, but thank, B-man."

The computer dinged with another alert, and oracle spun to squint at it with a muffled curse, typing furiously. Batman escaped to the other side of the room, where the folders he'd originally come looking for lay. She waved, distracted, as he left, and although the doll could not smile, he could feel it on his face all the same.

@puppetmaster13u I summon thee dear mutual ^^

[tofu-bento-box]

my mind is a machine that turns superpowers into chronic illnesses

[edwinisms]

I know how it sounds at first, but I really gotta feel bad for the boys that sacrificed edwin; I mean even the term “sacrificed edwin” paints them in a more sinister light than they really deserve– considering that wasn’t really, actually their intention.

they were bullies, they were homophobic (and/or were self loathing gay boys themselves taking it out on edwin, or were equally likely peer pressured into acting a certain way), they planned something stupid and mean to do to an innocent, anxious boy with the goal of scaring the shit out of him, all because he was effeminate and an easy target. but they didn’t know or expect any of the ritual stuff to be real. they were all laughing and joking during the ritual because it was just that to them– a joke. a cruel joke, but a joke.

teenagers can be mean and stupid and they usually regret it as adults and grow out of it / grow from it. they were stifled the chance to grow out of it, at least while alive. none of those boys deserved to be instakilled and sent to hell; they’re really not that much less deserving than edwin himself. they were all just kids, after all.

[snzluv3r]

Is it hard dating that isn’t chronically ill? I am another chronically ill person and I’m scared to date someone that isn’t chronically ill because they won’t understand my pain and make me feel bad about it (I’ve had a lot of trauma with it in the past). Just wondering if it’s possible to do and how you and your partner navigate it?

honestly, yes it’s so hard, but only in the sense that i constantly feel like im holding her back or disappointing her. it’s so hard being sick all the time and not knowing when or if im going to be well enough to take her on an actual date or all the other things that my illnesses get in the way of, but she’s the first person i’ve ever known to never ever validate that guilt by making me feel bad for things out of my control.

she always lets me know i don’t have to apologize for bailing last minute or spending our only weekend together sick and in bed asleep for half the time because she knows it’s not something i’ve chosen. i’m so used to people making me feel like im just being lazy and choosing to not participate in things and am purposefully letting people down, especially in romantic relationships with non-chronically ill people, so i totally get the fear and it’s so valid. if you ever wanna talk more in depth my dms are always always open, i hope this made sense

[quaranmine]

unintended consequence of introducing my mom to reddit in 2019 is that 5 years later she is 10x more of a redditor than anyone i know now, and also has zero concept of the general reputation of reddit among normal people. everybody stares blankly when this woman in her 60s starts talking about this post she saw on reddit. she brings it up CONSTANTLY. like nearly every conversation. i'm like mom please. these people only know reddit as the incel site, if they know what it is at all

[samarecharm]

TW for talk of drugs, alcohol, and general phobias and ptsd (HCs about Akira and the effects of the interrogation scene)

Thinkin about Akira having ptsd about the interrogation manifesting as something fairly Mundane, as in, something that doesnt come across as a ‘traditional’ symptom that strangers can clock. Takemi assumes hed be averse to needles or doctors, or perhaps hed become claustrophobic or uneasy in specific areas like courthouses or police departments; shes not a psychiatrist but she IS a confidant, and shed like to believe she knows him Enough to try and be of some help wrt Akira and his mental health (along w his physical health).

I think hed just have an issue w anything that impairs his cognitive function in ANY way. This includes alcohol, recreational drugs (weed), medications that induce drowsiness (allergy meds and pain meds), flu or fever induced hallucinations, and general anesthesia. Lack of awareness of his surroundings, and an inability to recall even basic short term memories will send him into a slight spiral that he tries his best to avoid by any means.

He comes off as just some dude whos just abstinent about alcohol and drugs, and generally people are super chill about it. He goes out to parties and mingles with everyone, he makes sure his friends get home safe, and hes chill about them doing whatever around him as long as they dont hurt themselves. But its absolutely hell for him and others when hes horribly sick. He WONT go to anyone but Takemi, no matter how much she insists shes just a general pcp. He shies away when its suggested he goes to emergency rooms, and he fights when they try to make him go by force. Hes bearable when hes got a minor cold or virus, but he panics when he gets sick enough to forget where he is. It gets better with age, but whoever hes with has to deal w his meltdowns for a very very Very long time.

One of his biggest fears is falling unconscious, and waking up with a gap in his memory so wide, he forgets who his friends and family are Again. The hands on his person and needles sticking him this way and that are nothing to him when he thinks of the extreme physical duress the metaverse put on him and his team. But it didnt take his memories away, the one thing that made his year in Tokyo worth it, and the threat of having it taken Again always overrides the logical part of his brain that tells him that the circumstances that led to it happening in the first place will never happen again.

[elektroyu]

Kinda gross? personal things under cut

Got an appointment for next Friday where someone comes to my home to assess my care level, basically if I'm in need of some help in everyday life. I do hope that this gets approved, because I'm barely able to do some cooking for myself, bare minimum of washing and the dishes and the utter bare minimum of other housekeeping stuff... but that's about it. I can't even take showers every day like I used to, I take a full bath once a week and other than that have to make do with brushing teeth and washing my face every day. I definitely need someone to help with groceries especially since my sister won't be able to take care of that for me forever. I need help physically getting to doctor's appointments and such, since I'm not able to drive myself nor use public transport anymore. And tbh, it would be nice to have a cleaner apartment 😅 I do spot clean here and there if it's really necessary and I'm a rather organized person so my apartment doesn't look, like, totally run down or anything, but I can't do a normal cleaning routine regularly anymore (like your usual once a week vacuuming/ mopping, changing sheets every month and stuff like that). I can do these things myself like 2-3 times a year max. Sure it won't kill me or anything and the cleaning is honestly the least of my concerns, but it would be beneficial to my mental health too to live in cleaner surroundings.

Ugh. Keep your fingers crossed for me! 🙈

[auntie-doom]

Ow. I hate it when the syncope is so deep I dream (or possibly hallucinate). It *hurts* and I don't get my brain back for hours. I feel like I am twitching as I start to go down, then the lights cut abruptly instead of the usual slow drain. And I go down *hard*--once I slammed my forehead into the glass door in front of me, I am told it looked like it was about to shatter. [aside: I can't be the only one horrified by all these glass showers now, right?]

I am shaky and so is my ability to think. I hate it.

[anothermonikan]

Ponee (It is half 3 in the morning)

[lokilysolbitch]

i'm gonna type this here so i don't forget i realised this

i've been slightly shivering the past few days and even had to turn my fan off from it's eternal spinning but it's been such a weird type of cold that i was wondering if i was sick or something but nothing was quite lining up and it was stressing me out

so i checked the thermostat bc my roommates change it a lot and since i have raynauds, i can't tolerate anything under 72 at best. it was 70. also i've been eating mostly low fodmap for the last few days. which is also important

so objectively. i'm cold. but what's weird is i don't feel cold. i just feel vaguely chilly. and my skin is kind of cold to the touch a bit.

BITCH. THATS NORMAL COLD. WHERED MY RAYNAUDS SYMPTOMS GO. WERE FODMAPS EFFECTING MY RAYNAUDS. WAS I STRESSING OVER FEELING A NORMAL AMOUNT OF COLD. WAS I STRESSING OVER BEING CHILLY AND NOT FEELING SEVERE PAIN AND NUMBNESS ASSOCIATED WITH IT

BRO I PICKED UP AN ICE CUBE JUST TO BE SURE

AND IT DIDNT IMMEDIATELY BURN. IT WAS JUST VERY COLD WITHOUT FEELING LIKE MY FINGERTIPS WERE GETTING STABBED

AND THEN WHEN I PUT THE ICE DOWN IT DIDNT HURT WHILE MY FINGERS WENT BACK TO ROOM TEMP

IT DOESNT HURT WHEN I PUT MY HANDS ON MY NECK/CHEEK TO WARM THEM

WHAT IS THIS

WAS I PANICKING BC I FELT NORMAL

[whatlurksbean]

Is Sturgeon canonically autistic? As a bit of an autistic myself, she has a lot of moments that remind me of my own experiences in that department.

On a similar note, are there other WLB characters you write with a particular mental health/neurodivergent condition in mind?

Yes, I think Sturgeon is autistic! She struggles quite a bit at being social, although I think she can read others fairly well- Outside of Fangtooth and Tansy. She is not very good at expressing herself, and can come off as cold and uncaring, when that is absolutely not the case. She also has struggles with PTSD from what Thresher put her through in her childhood, but she has learned to cope with it in her adulthood and is fairly well adjusted. (All things considering)

Egret has similar social struggles to Sturgeon, and is fidgety / stims by whipping his tail / talking with his paws frequently. He hasn't been in the story much yet, so I will say no more.

Hake I also write as autistic, although he is very extroverted, so his social struggles have not been very visible. He quite loves to make friends, and he gets attached to others very easily. His very into bugs (and the tide) and will talk for hours about either, if you let him. (He is aware he'll ramble though and tries to catch himself)

As for Mental Health, my darling Trout has been struggling with PTSD from her assassination attempts, which can be expected.