#and even if they do its probably just going to be like hunting?

[discombobulatedderry]

Silent Steps, Lethal Hands

Hi, everyone! First time posting here, really. Still got no nerve to post in AO3, the idea is scary to me. So! I'll post here in Tumblr for now. I will mainly post Sevika or Ambessa fics, they're my muses! Do enjoy, I will most probably do one-shots, since I do not have enough drive nor time or energy or even the passion to keep updating a certain fanfic, college and life will definitely fuck me up. But, something tells me I'll have to lengthen this one into different parts.

Damn it.

Now, enjoy this story of Sevika x reader, or in this case, you're a foreign mercenary called Sylvara. It won't really be that much of an obvious fact though, I also want her to just be "x reader". Okay, really, enjoy!

;)

In the underbelly of Zaun, Sevika, Silco’s loyal right-hand, encounters a mysterious foreign mercenary named Sylvara, who has come to handle a secretive commission. As Sevika hunts for answers, the silent, deadly mercenary proves to be a challenge at every turn—both elusive and dangerously capable. In a tense game of cat and mouse, Sevika’s determination to uncover the truth clashes with Sylvara’s icy resolve, leading them down a dark path where loyalties, power, and secrets collide. Neither is willing to back down, but one thing is certain: both are playing a game with stakes higher than either realizes.

The Last Drop was busy tonight, but no one here seemed to care about the usual chaos in Zaun. There was always something going on—people stumbling in from Piltover’s high-class districts looking for “cheap thrills,” dealers peddling powders and potions, and mercenaries coming and going, looking for jobs and looking for blood. Sevika had seen it all before. She had run this city by Silco’s side for long enough, and nothing surprised her anymore. Not much at least.

But the figure seated at the bar? She was new. And not the kind of “new” you let slip by unnoticed.

A mercenary.

Sevika’s sharp eyes narrowed as she watched the foreign woman from her table as she took the wins from her recent gamble.

Lean, graceful, but there was something about the way she held herself that set her apart. Quiet. Calculating. Her presence didn’t scream for attention, but Sevika couldn’t help but be drawn to her, as if the air around her hummed with tension. The woman was dressed in simple, unassuming black leathers, with a black hood currently down, but Sevika could see the marks of a warrior—there was no doubt. The scarred skin peeking from the sleeves, the quiet confidence, the cold, detached way she moved. She was dangerous.

Ironically, Sevika craves danger. Masochist? Maybe.

No one came to Zaun for nothing. And no one moved through its underworld without purpose.

Sevika wasn’t here to let people like that slip through the cracks. So, she did what she needed to. Grunting, she stood up from the table, smirking a bit at the protesting men who lost against her in cards, before making her way over to the bar.

“You,” Sevika grunted, her voice a low rumble as she thumped the counter with her metal fist. “Speak.” She flicked her head subtly to the mysterious figure's direction.

The bartender, a man who had learned long ago to stay out of trouble and keep his mouth shut, gave a quick glance toward the foreign figure. Then he leaned in, his voice trembling due to Sevika's nature. “Don’t know much. Foreign. Seems like she’s only here for one thing.”

Sevika leaned in, her eyes burning. “Keep talking.” Her scowl imprinting on her face in impatience.

“Business. Hired for something... under the table. I don’t ask too many questions.”

Sevika hummed, lips curling into an even more obvious frown. “No questions, huh? Then maybe I will be the one asking.”

The bartender swallowed. “I wouldn’t if I were you... she’s a quiet one, but I’ve seen her handle a man twice her size in the blink of an eye.”

Sevika looked steely at the bartender, as if daring him to say that sentence again, as if to say just who the hell are you to order me around, as she stood up, her heavy boots thudding against the floor as she moved toward the far end of the bar. Her muscular frame parted the crowd like a wave splitting around a stone. She towered over most of them, but the foreign mercenary? She barely budged, her back still to Sevika as if she didn’t notice her presence at all.

“Got a lot of nerve sitting here,” Sevika’s voice cut through the noise, smooth but dangerous. “Most people around here can’t handle the weight of the city. You’re not from here, are you?”

The mercenary’s head didn’t turn. She took a sip from her drink, the faintest flicker of amusement flashing in her eyes. She didn’t answer.

Sevika was used to silence. Hell, she was the silencer around here. But something about this woman’s stillness intrigued her. A foreigner in the underbelly of Zaun, sitting unbothered by all the madness that surrounded her. The more Sevika watched her, the more she understood: this one wasn’t afraid of anything.

"Not one for words, huh?" Sevika muttered. She leaned against the bar next to the foreign figure, her arm resting on the counter, flicking her lighter open as her metallic hand fished for the cigarette in her pocket, huffing before lighting it. Her gaze flicked over the woman, eyes calculating. as she blew smoke from her cigarette. She can't deny, it was also a display to intimidate the stranger.

"The hell's a foreigner doing here in the Undercity? What are you, another Piltie? Go back, no one wants your donations.” Her irritated voice marked a clear intention, to intimidate her, to spew her very own thoughts about Piltover and foreign people in general, to make her leave. She blew the cigarette to the woman's direction on purpose.

Finally, the mercenary turned her head slightly, just enough for Sevika to catch the sharpness in her eyes. Dark, piercing. There was a dangerous edge in them, like a predator toying with its prey. A brief, sharp silence passed between them before she spoke.

“None of your concern.” Her face was stony, not caring if puffs and clouds of smoke attacked her face, her eyes, and her nose. Only a simple crinkle of her nose gave it away, and Sevika saw it.

Sevika grinned at that, glad that she gave a reaction, before leaning in closer. “Everything in Zaun is my concern.”

She let out a soft yet alluring chuckle, and there it was—confidence, a quiet sort of defiance. “You should be more careful, then.”

Sevika’s smile faded. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled, a sense of danger finally catching her attention. This woman wasn’t just any mercenary. She was dangerous.

Shit.

For a moment, Sevika considered stepping back. But then she remembered who she was—Silco’s right-hand—the one who controlled this city’s pulse. If anyone could find out what this foreigner was up to, it was her.

"Alright," Sevika said, taking a step back, but not too far. "Fine, don't speak. I'm better at roughhousing answers anyways." She seethed out the final words slowly.

Sevika was quick, a master of hand-to-hand combat, her fists deadly weapons with the sheer force to crush a man in seconds. She moved like a storm, surging forward to grab the mercenary by the arm.

But she was faster.

In one fluid motion, she twisted her body just enough to avoid Sevika’s grasp, and with a sharp flick of her wrist, she sent Sevika’s metal hand crashing into the wooden counter. The sound echoed like thunder in the otherwise quiet room, definitely from the current display.

Sevika blinked, momentarily stunned. No one—no one—had ever avoided her grip so effortlessly. And yet, there she stood, unfazed, her posture as relaxed as before.

A slow, mocking smile crept onto Sevika’s face. “You’ve got some skills, I'll give you that.” Her voice carried a tilt of condescension, which made Sevika's vein in her forehead throb angrily.

Her lips twitched, barely enough to show that she might’ve enjoyed that comment, but it was gone before Sevika could be sure. “I don't do this for fun.”

A brief pause passed before she stood up, her long coat flowing with her every movement. She set her drink down, her fingers brushing against the glass in a lazy, almost absent motion. She was preparing for something. A dance, a fight—something Sevika couldn’t quite read yet.

“You’ve been trailing me long enough,” She continued, her voice quiet, but sharp as a knife. Direct as an arrow.

“I can feel your eyes on me.”

Sevika took a step back, considering her options. The mercenary was skilled, no question about it. Dangerous, precise, silent. She was the kind of person that made things happen in the shadows. And now Sevika was standing right in the middle of that shadow, with no clear way out.

“I don’t like to be followed,” She cleared, her eyes narrowing in the displeasure of the idea as her eyes finally locked with Sevika’s, intense. "But if you're looking for answers, you can follow me. But know this: you won’t like the answer you get."

Sevika narrowed her eyes. "You think you can walk out of here without me making you talk?" She seethed out, her snarl intensifying.

She stood up straighter, her gaze not leaving Sevika’s, unflinching as she raised an eyebrow as if to say,

“Try me.”

A silence settled between them, thick and heavy. Sevika’s hand twitched toward her metal hand and the compartment of Shimmer inside it, but she stopped herself. Something about this was different. This wasn’t just some street rat she could wring answers out of. No, this was a mercenary with a purpose.

“Well,” Sevika drawled, “Let's get out of here, then, doll.”

The mercenary raised an eyebrow at the pet name, as if amused by the audacity, turned, walking out of the bar without a glance back. Sevika didn’t hesitate. She followed.

There was something about Sylvara’s calm, unbothered demeanor that grated against Sevika’s nature. Everything Sevika did was loud, forceful, meant to draw attention. But her? She was a ghost, slipping through the city unnoticed.

The two women walked side by side through the streets of Zaun, the buzzing lights above and the distant noise of machinery mingling with their footsteps. The city pulsed beneath them, alive and chaotic, but there was something about the way she moved—like she belonged here, like the chaos bent around her will.

“Don’t make me chase you,” Sevika said, her voice low and rough, with a hint of a threat.

Her lips curled ever so slightly. “You’re already chasing me.”

And for the first time in a long while, Sevika found herself wondering: who exactly was this woman?

[consolecadet]

Tips for freshly diagnosed celiac-havers

Someone I knew asked me for advice after getting diagnosed with celiac. I gave her some. I might as well share them with you as well!

I am not a doctor, and not your doctor, I'm just some guy with celiac disease. Ask an actual doctor for help with medical decisions. I'm in the northeastern United States, so you might have to go hunting for equivalent resources if you live elsewhere.

Are you done with testing?

If you had a tTG-IgA blood test with an elevated result, or a doctor just told you you have celiac, but you have not gotten a biopsy via endoscopy to confirm your diagnosis, WAIT! You may not want to stop eating gluten quite yet. You have to be eating gluten for the biopsy test to work.

It is not fun to stop eating gluten, start feeling better, and then have to start eating it again just to prove that you really have celiac disease.

Your choice in this area is personal. If you know you're going to have to wait years to get an endoscopy, it would probably be healthier and more pleasant to stop eating gluten now and then do a "gluten challenge" for a few weeks before your endoscopy.

If it's unlikely you will ever get an endoscopy (too expensive, inaccessible, phobia, etc), there's no point in waiting for something that may never come -- just stop eating gluten now.

But if you can schedule an endoscopy for a month or two from now, it's probably best to keep eating gluten until the endoscopy. Sorry.

Please eat food. Like, enough food.

The most important tip I got early in my diagnosis is that if you stop eating gluten and you start feeling crummy -- dizzy, cranky, tired, etc -- it's not because you're going through "gluten detox" or some shit. It's because you're hungry!

It's easy to accidentally start eating way less when you start eating gluten free. A celiac diagnosis can make you want to avoid eating because food feels scary and stressful. Cutting a major ingredient from your diet without knowing what to replace it with can also leave you undernourished.

You really need nourishment when you are recovering from celiac! Your body need energy from food to use on healing your intestines. If you've lived with celiac for a long time, you probably have vitamin deficiencies you're trying to bounce back from. The emotional difficulty of adjusting to a new diagnosis is also much easier to face if you're not starving.

All of this advice applies equally regardless of body size. Yes, even if you are very fat. If you're hungry, eat.

Where to find information about gluten-free food

The gold standard for basic celiac info is celiac nonprofits. There's a ton of info about celiac disease and the gluten free diet on their websites. I recommend:

Celiac Disease Foundation

Beyond Celiac

You know what's not a legitimate celiac nonprofit? Gluten Free Society. Do not listen to anything GFS or its founder Peter Osborne have to say. Osborne is not an actual doctor, nor is he doing actual nutrition science. He is a chiropractor (i.e. quack) so bad that his state's board of chiropractors threatened to revoke his license. Don't let anyone tell you celiac means you can't have corn!!! Truly, wtf @ this guy.

Google's AI summaries for searches like "Is XYZ food gluten free" are often inaccurate (because they pick up sites like GFS). I always click through to the source to be sure. "Is XYZ food celiac safe" sometimes gives more useful search results.

I also like this presentation "I Have Celiac" for a super in-depth guide to having and living with celiac. The OP made it to show to loved ones to explain their deal, but it's so thorough that I found it helpful for myself when I got my diagnosis.

I want to buy food that's safe for celiac...how do I do that?

You should be able to find gf food at any supermarket. The selection of baked goods and processed foods may be lacking, depending on where you live, but produce, raw unmarinated cuts of meat, and other whole foods like milk and eggs are generally safe even if not labeled gf.

A lot of supermarkets have an indicator on the price labels to help you -- for example, at Stop and Shop, the labels on the shelf have an orange circle that says "gf" in it under foods that are gluten free. It's best to check the packaging too, since Stop and Shop sometimes gets it wrong!

Something that says "gluten free" or "certified gluten free" on it is safe for celiac*. Something that doesn't say "gluten free" on the packaging may also be safe, so long as it also doesn't contain wheat, barley, or rye, or have a wheat allergy warning under the ingredient list. Here are some tips for what to look for on ingredient labels.

Labels can get real complicated real fast, so just use your best judgment. It's okay if you don't get it right 100% of the time. The goal when living with celiac is to reduce gluten exposure as much as possible, not to hermetically seal yourself in a deep well where a single molecule of gluten can never possibly reach your tongue. You, and only you, get to decide how much exposure risk you're comfortable with.

My favorite grocery store post-diagnosis is Wegmans. My nearest one is a bit of a hike, so I don't go that often, but it's such a treat when I do. Wegmans has a huge gluten free aisle with gf staples and fun snacks, plus lots of food items that can be harder to find gf, like fresh pasta and baked goods.

I also like the online health food store iHerb for finding new gf snacks and ingredients. You can filter the whole store by dietary needs, so you can also find gf skincare/makeup items and supplements if you want. I have a discount link for 20% off: https://secure.iherb.com/rewards/rewards-program?rcode=DRO2876

The best way to find restaurants that can accommodate celiac is Find Me Gluten Free. It's essentially a gluten-free Yelp. People use the site/app to review of restaurants for 1) what cross-contact precautions the restaurant takes and 2) crucially, if the food was good!

Gf food can be expensive, ngl. The National Celiac Association has advice for how to save money on gf food, including a database of food pantries that set aside gf food for people who need it.

GF ~influencers~

If you want to follow some people who Get It, I like:

Phil Hates Gluten (on IG, TT, and YT) has EoE (another gluten-related autoimmune condition). He reviews gf food and restaurants and makes silly videos about the gf experience.

Robyn's Gluten-free Living on YouTube has gf baking videos and advice about traveling, eating at restaurants, saving money on gf food, and more.

Here on Tumblr, @gluttonysansgluten and @certifiedceliac (and I would love more recommendations for celiac related Tumblr accounts!)

Having celiac is really hard. But it does get easier.

I felt overwhelmed and honestly kind of doomed when I got my celiac diagnosis. For the first few months I felt like I couldn't trust any food and I was going to be totally excluded at all social events forever. It sucked. But then I got a lot of practice figuring out which foods were safe for me, advocating for myself at restaurants and when my friends were planning get-togethers involving food, and now things are really not that bad. And I feel way, way less sick.

If you feel overwhelmed or don't know how to interpret the 1 million sources online telling you what's gluten free, I really recommend seeing a dietician. Your best bet is a weight-neutral or HAES dietician who mentions celiac somewhere on their website or online profile. You can generally count on those folks to give you practical information about how to live with celiac, as well as emotional support as you adjust to what is probably a pretty big and stressful change in your life and how you view yourself!

You got this!

*Please do not talk about Cheerios on my post. Make your own.

[pixiedurango]

What type of plant would Harding gift your Rook? Cara: a little assortment of kitchen herbs Leyla: an arrangement of air plants with moss and stones

Do they like Harding's cooking? Cara is on board with the other team members that Harding maybe should not cook that often. Yet she is an absolute sucker for Ham and Jam Slam Sandwiches, which everyone think is very odd. Leyla actually likes Hardings food. It may be the shared dwarf genes, but many of Hardings recipes ring something deep in Leyla that reminds her of something she can't really name or describe.

What animal/monster would Davrin carve for your Rook? Cara: A cat Leyla: One of those earth diving slug worms from the Wetlands. Leyla finds them funny

Does your Rook like the walks in Arlathan with Davrin? Cara: Yes!!!! Leyla: Yes!!!!

What is something Neve could call on your Rook for if she needs certain expertise for a case? Cara: specifics on enchanted shields and the technique how to utilize a shield as a ranged weapon and where to go to have something like that crafted. Leyla: Where to find the best tailors for very specific commissions. Like how to make clothes look good on dwarves that are designed for bigger people originally. Also what to ask for to get clothes that are specifically designed to be useful and stylish while carrying a lot of stuff/weapons/potions and valuables without looking like a stuffed chicken.

Does your Rook share Neve's love of fried fish? Cara: Not particularly, but she is not appalled by it either Leyla: She loves it. Leyla loves food in general and street food has a special place in her heart in particular

Does your Rook join Bellara in her technical talks about the Fade and various artifacts or are they more content to listen? Cara: Loves to sit and watch and listen to everything that Bellara wants to talk about. Leyla: She listens more than she actually can be of any help but she asks a lot of questions and picks up a lot of things along the way.

Do your Rook and Bellara read serials together? Cara: Absolutely. Cara is in the book club 110% and she would even be willing to beta read for Bellara if she would want that. Leyla: She does not particularly share Bellara's love for serials but she would join some reading for a good time together and may end up reading here and there a whole story but it will not become a passion like for others in the team.

What is your Rook's favorite dish that Lucanis cooks? Cara: Churros (There is a story behind that and I'm just writing it) Leyla: She loves especially, when he cooks something super-Antivan. She considers Treviso her home and loves the Antivan culture and especially the food.

What would Lucanis buy for your Rook at the Grande Market? Cara: Probably a masterfully handcrafted hairpin from bone or some pretty wood. Leyla: Something particularly Antivan/Trevisan. He knows she has a very strong bond with the city and often feels a bit homesick. Later in their relationship, he will know who her tailor is and order a pretty piece of clothing or a matching accessory to the things she owns.

What dragon would Taash think your Rook would like the best? Cara: Taash will know that Cara loves those dragons most, who mind their business and won't need to be hunted and killed. Leyla: Taash knows that Leyla in general is not super fond of dragons but will never say no to go on a hunt if there's a need to. But she really despises those who breathe electricity.

Do they bring your Rook 'round the Hall of Valor to drink often? Cara: she likes to hang out with Taash no matter where. And they go out fairly often. Over time, when they discover what a big fan of the Crows Taash is, they often end up at the Cantori Diamond, hanging out with Teia and other Crows. Leyla: Leyla loves hanging out at the Hall of Valor. They go there fairly often and its always long and merry nights.

Would your Rook like Emmrich's mother's hazelnut torte? Cara: She has a sweet tooth and of course she will like that masterpiece of pâtisserie art. Leyla: She loves food in general and loves to taste food from everywhere. This torte is in general a bit heavy for her tastes but here and there a piece with a good coffee - she won't never say no to it, because its delicious, her love made it and its a family recipe of one of her friends.

What kind of tea would Emmrich make for your Rook? Cara: Earl Grey Leyla: Spiced Chai with frothed milk (chai latte?)

Bonus: What is one thing a companion does to cheer up your Rook if they're feeling down? Cara: They (Probably Lucanis or Bellara) will call in a game, drink and story night with everyone hanging out in the kitchen and they will all be coming having a good time together. Leyla: Neve will take her shopping and hanging out together for dinner and drinks to either Treviso or Dock Town.

This is such a fun list. Thank you OP for creating it <3 I'm tagging my fellow nerds @cryinthevortex, @uriellactaea, @midnightwind, @shynmighty, @thedosianmage, @druckkugelschreiber, @sternentreue, @rookinthecrownest, @rook-de-rivas, @say-lene, @xladyxfatex no pressure of course, only if you feel like it

Small Rook & Companion Questions:

What type of plant would Harding gift your Rook?

Do they like Harding's cooking?

What animal/monster would Davrin carve for your Rook?

Does your Rook like the walks in Arlathan with Davrin?

What is something Neve could call on your Rook for if she needs certain expertise for a case?

Does your Rook share Neve's love of fried fish?

Does your Rook join Bellara in her technical talks about the Fade and various artifacts or are they more content to listen?

Do your Rook and Bellara read serials together?

What is your Rook's favorite dish that Lucanis cooks?

What would Lucanis buy for your Rook at the Grande Market?

What dragon would Taash think your Rook would like the best?

Do they bring your Rook 'round the Hall of Valor to drink often?

Would your Rook like Emmrich's mother's hazelnut torte?

What kind of tea would Emmrich make for your Rook?

Bonus: What is one thing a companion does to cheer up your Rook if they're feeling down?

[hassianlovebot]

ik there's a lot of debate about how palia is mixing heavy lore into what's supposed to be a relaxing, coxy life sim but also like,,, i feel like the way they're doing it now is literally fine?

the lore is definitely part of the world and the quests, but there's literally no in game timer or consequences. nothing bad happens if a player doesn't want to complete the temple bundles or skips lore dialogue or puts certain quests on the back burner (and you can choose to not see certain quests on the main ui so there's no stress there either). like,, i get that the lore Is heavy and that some people don't want that in their cute farming sim but again, there's literally nothing forcing players to interact with or care about it. i genuinely do not see the issue??

[bonefall]

wait, why can’t a decent amount of the members in proto-thunderclan not hunt?

A lot of them have serious physical disabilities! It's enough that it poses a logistical problem, which they are committed to overcoming together.

Thunder Storm's three legs makes him slower than his companions. He's ferociously powerful, but like a male lion, he has to rely on his "lionesses" to slow a large animal.

Bright Storm has asthma from her heroics trying to save SkyClan cats from a fire. She's taking that from Gray Wing, who is famously the first major death now. Like her son, she has a difficult time with chasing prey.

Bumble is dyspraxic. She's a terrible hunter and fighter and struggles with self-worth because OTHERS used it to dehumanize her, and continues to, even after an entire society forms out of love of her.

Sunlit Frost has permanent nerve damage in his arm from the fire, and ends up working so hard that it makes his disability worse. A bite on the good paw from Snake becomes infected after he refuses to sit out from digging graves after the First Battle; I am planning a chunky B-plot about Sunlit coming to terms with the fact he has to retire early.

That's FOUR major members of a small group with physical disabilities that make hunting hard or impossible. They have a lot of logistical problems that I will actually be exploring solutions to.

[mercless]

🗡 mad cowboy disease....

[danielnelsen]

sometimes it really does feel like awakening walked so inquisition could crawl

[turtlemagnum]

fire magic being so prevalent in morrowind is so funny to me, like for most people AND animals it does fucking nothing and yet it's considered like the default kind of offensive magic. like imagine if you lived in a world were certain races were magically immune to certain kinds of damage and white people were immune to bullets, i feel like the US wouldn't have nearly as many guns if that were the case y'know? meanwhile Every Dunmer On Nirn has an 100% resistance to fire and yet they all seem to think specializing in fire magic is a good idea. i mean, it would be if you existed in like cyrodiil or summurset or something, y'know, a place where most people DONT have immunity to fire. but you live in morrowind, where almost everyone's a dunmer. it's the same reason why i never bother with ice magic when i play skyrim, why would i specialize in the kind of magic that most people are gonna be able to resist, that's asinine. anyways, that's why shock's objectively the best kind of offensive magic in TES, basically nobody resists it and a lot of daedra (some of the most powerful beings in existence) are weak to it, and also it doesn't cost as much energy to use as a straight up damage health spell. incidentally i feel like lightning magic would be the most useful for offense in any realistic context too since like, you realize how easily that shit can kill you??? we're literally conductive bags of water, as are pretty much all animals, that shit'd kill literally anything with minimal effort

[crows-of-buckets]

I need to draw my rook bc I actually do have some ideas for them I just. Have NOT been in a creating mood idk I'm so tired... Aoughgggh

[gilfrespecter]

Listening to coinstar by the growlers and thinking about mel so hard I get nauseous

Ridiculous stream of conscious in the tags apologies but not really

[arolesbianism]

Earlier I encountered another fun isat glitch while fighting the king but this time instead of Odile crashing my game she decided to just stop taking damage and tbh that's how it should be all the time. About to take damage? Don't.

[riotbeankai]

I really don't know if I can keep doing this job. All the crap I was most afraid of when I was getting my degree that would make me hate doing the job didn't bother me much for the first year or so but now I feel like I'm dying every time I have to come in here and chase people down for important shit that's missing or incorrect that needs to be fixed before I can pay something and I genuinely don't know what to do about it. I feel like I don't really have any other options than to continue working the job I have but I also want to die for the first time in like a decade

[query-quadrant]

hi i have a question

my (rust he/they) kismesis (cerulean it/its) is a really good hunter and weve hunted together a few times

but everytime it comes back from a hunt it gets really tired and sore to a degree thats more than most trolls i know

i dont want to act red but i also dont want my kismesis to feel bad after hanging out with me

is there anything i can do to make it feel better or should i just call up its moirail (olive they/them) and leave it to them?

ok you barely gave any information here idk it depends on how serious the problem is

good advice: honestly id fucking hate if my kismesis got on me for something like that and not in a good way so id say if youre that worried tell its moirail but if youre really really determined to do something find some shit it can do to recover from that and dont be pitying about it

the "youre such a fucking idiot for not taking care of yourself" angle is obviously a classic you can always go for something like buying it ice packs and being all "here since you dont have any common sense" and maybe even walk it through how to use an ice pack slowly step by step with way too much detail like you think its just way too dumb to get it thatd be hilarious and fun

or if its really fucking stubborn and wont admit that it needs to take better care of itself try for a sparring match while its still sore and when it cant keep up then you can use that to tell it obviously it needs to be doing better at that and then you can either take the ice pack approach where you tell it how or let it figure it out on its own cause it probably can

or anything else honestly its not even that hard to not act like you pity them let their moirail worry about them and be all "oh noooo" youre not that troll youre the troll who goes "you should know better than that dumbass"

bad advice: disregard all the other shit i just said toss that out im a changed troll now so what you should actually do instead is tenderly go all "oh nooooooo are you ok? wow it just hurts me so much when youre hurt i hate to see you hurt like that maybe we shouldnt go hunting ever again" and treat it like a sad hurt pet barkbeast with the biggest most sopping wet saddest baby barkbeast eyes

if it starts getting mad at you thats proof its more hurt by its severe injuries than you thought and you should absolutely double down dont worry trust the process itll be fine

[undermostcorgi]

the media which consumes your entire soul at age 12 will forever be a part of you. this is an unavoidable consequence of living and you have to accept this fact. no matter how old you get, no matter how long it has been since you last saw its smug face peeking out from the bushes as it follows you, no matter if you think you have outrun it for good and that you're finally finally safe and you hardly even remember it exists anymore and your brain knows a few brief moments of true peace, it WILL catch up to you in your moment of weakness. and listen you don't want to hear this but sometimes this is necessary for your mental health. you will on instinct want to reject it and run away again but sometimes. sometimes you just need to watch that old show or listen to that silly song or read that weird book again as an adult and it will hurt you a little bit in various little ways but it will also heal you a little bit. you can call it nostalgia you can call it connecting with your inner child or whatever you want but just listen to me it WILL HAPPEN TO YOU TOO AT SOME POINT AND YOU HAVE TO BE PREPARED FOR THIS (i am forcibly dragged off the stage by security)

[walking-loather]

Will never forget being a kid and telling someone i was south african only to have them ask:

"Did you have clothes in africa?"

"Had you ever had a bath before coming to Australia?"

"Did you live in a house with walls and bricks?"

Like. Yeah, I guess we were 8... But also i feel like a lot of people's understanding of "Africa" has never really progressed past that point.

[featherymainffins]

Binge-reading Dungeon Meshi because it's the only thing standing between me and suicide ngl.