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LUCID

sleep paralysis demon x reader | 3k | 18+

you've never known a true, good night of sleep in your entire life. when your doctor and best friend, dr. sujay patel, offers to vouch for you as the perfect candidate for a "last resort" sleep study and medication trial, you don't have high hopes. the first night of the trial, things go sideways very quickly.

warnings; technically somnophilia, dubcon, hair-pulling, restraint, some eerie/unsettling details, breech of patient-doctor boundaries, alcoholism, implied addiction/addictive personality, academic cheating, some culturally sensitive discussion, roughly proofread.

this is the first concept piece for my upcoming sleep paralysis demon x reader story!! to help me shape the story, pls answer feedback questions + reblog!!!

Children at your daycare liked to draw you fanciful pictures of the other lives they lived in their dreams during afternoon nap time. You were shown orange tabby cats with green eyes garbed in full-plates of knight’s armor, brandishing a fish sword against a foe to save the world. Most often, they dreamed of their families and drew bright, brave versions of themselves holding hands with a parent, a sibling, a bipedal family dog with an electric collar. A few of the children never smiled in their self-portraits.

The proportions of everything were always silly: gigantic tree trunks with tiny, green bundles sitting atop of them, three enormous fruits supported by brittle vines and growth in bushes, cats and dogs with ears as tall as their bodies, Mom with purple skin instead of brown, Big Sis looking particularly volatile with a theratrically large snarl. Despite this, the children beamed in pride whenever yesterday's drawings would come down off the wall to be replaced with the new.

For some of these kids, this was their own equivalent of having art hung on a refrigerator; to you, it evoked dull, thready jealousy because they were in possession so simple, so biologically normal to them and everyone else around them that to be incapable of the same thing was, surely, a major defect.

Sleep was already a treasure you were seldom allotted the pleasure of greedily surrendering to, but to dream sounded like a terrifying experience to you altogether. It took work; a stringent routine of warm showers (hot and scalding water was forbidden), with an array of chalky, dissolvable tabs and shower gels and shampoos and moisturizers and essential oil dehumidifiers and soy candles and hot tea and special pillow sleep spray you’d seen in an online ad while thumbing through socials.

It took pajamas that were loose, soft but not silky, it took a satin bonnet and a satin eye covering (the kind with pockets for your eyelashes to move), comforters soused in lavender spray meant to magically work out the tightness in your shoulders and calves without the need of paying for a masseuse’s bony elbow. It took purchasing a battery-operated alarm clock to wake yourself for work so you could shut off your phone and leave it plugged into the wall downstairs.

You'd nearly forgotten—you couldn't have sugar after half past six, you had to stagger your water consumption after that time as well because the urge to piss would keep you awake for hours after the fact. The television needed to be off once you finished putting away dishes after dinner.

If you were lucky, this would work and you'd sleep a total of two or three hours uninterrupted—never fully tipping over the edge of wakefulness into deep sleep, but enough to keep yourself going during the day, grocery shop, wrangle the small children, scrape at a bar, get dicked down into your mattress every now and then, and visit Sujay for your usual appointments.

“How do you feel about trying something different?” he always gestured to one of the modern-looking armchairs upholstered in teal polyester before bringing you a tea of some sort. Today was a floral white tea with a spoonful of honey. “Ah, my friend, I worry for you. We've done so many studies, we've tried so many different things. Does none of it help? At all?”

“Not really.” you admitted after a sip, singing your tongue once and placing aside the cup and saucer pair. “I don't know if I can keep doing this until the day I die, Sujay. What do you recommend next?”

Dr. Sujay Patel was your neurologist, an utterly brilliant man, and a close friend from your early university days. Despite the rest of your friend group falling apart, pulled in separate directions by the strings of fate and temptation of money, you'd managed to stay in contact with Sujay throughout grad school. There'd been an intermission, probably a period of two years, where you'd forgotten he even existed.

You were out making a disaster of your life on sleepless, drunken benders because you hoped enough alcohol would either knock you out or kill you. The normal distractions came with it: your entire family dynamic corroding and combusting, an ex getting too big for their britches, and a roommate suspiciously eager to rally behind that ex.

Sujay came back into the picture following a nasty incident of alcohol poisoning that left you bedridden in the hospital for a week. You had decided then, in that uncomfortable bed with their starchy, crunchy white sheets and the bathroom being too far away to simply get up and walk to, that you'd abstain from alcohol forevermore.

He'd seen you in a state of soul-weary disarray not long after you were discharged and had decided to take you on as a patient.

“Now, you have a choice here, just remember that.” Sujay sat adjacent to you in the exact chair you were in. He wasn't daunted by the heat from his tea and took some time with it, whether to savor the subtle notes of it or to consider his words, you weren't sure. “But, a colleague of mine at a… pharmaceutical company has been working to get an experimental sedative into some studies. Testing periods, I guess you could say.”

You're convinced by his dedication to his tea to pick up yours again. “Does it work?”

“As of now, one-hundred percent of those who have participated have reported high-efficacy, or at least have claimed it to be effective in some manner.” His mustache moved as he sipped. You drank as well. “I think you should submit to the study and if you're accepted into one of the control groups—commit to it. We're running out of options otherwise. I don't want you to start mixing up your own cocktail of things. All it takes is the wrong thing once, y'know?”

The chair groaned while you adjusted your weight in it. You sighed. “Would that once be such a bad thing, though? At least I could sleep.”

“I'm a doctor,” Sujay looked over his square-rimmed glasses at you, forehead wrinkles enormous, whites of his eyes showing more than the hazel of his irises. “Behave yourself.”

“Fine.” Mesmerized by the stray tea leaves that had managed to escape the metal ball steeper, you said, “tell me what I need to do.”

Sujay had sent you away that day with a whole host of follow-up appointments and a glowing review to his colleague in hopes of skipping the line as much as possible. Sometimes, it was beneficial to have friends in high places, especially when that means you get a call two days later for preliminary, formal interviews and an offer to participate in said study once clearances came through and your blood work came back as desired.

A month to the day when Sujay first mentioned the possibility of a magical cure all to your relentless insomnia, you were brought into a minimally furnished room—the standard, bland cookie cutter type that hadn't an ounce of personality—dotted from head-to-toe in stickers for neuromonitoring, heart rhythm, and whatever else they fancied, you supposed.

It was only after you had changed into your soft, but not too soft, pajamas and covered in wires that you were handed a tiny purple pill. The color of it was obviously a dissolvable casing and food coloring, but what amazed you was the fact a drug this small was meant to induce the best sleep of your life.

“Take the pill, drink at least four ounces of water, and lie supine.” The technologists outside your room, speaking into an intercom, elaborated afterward that they wanted you to stay on your back while you slept. You didn't bother to point out that you weren't stupid—just tired. “We understand that not everyone finds this position comfortable, but to receive adequate results and to measure your vitals at all times, we ask that you try your best.”

You weren't going to hassle them about this and did precisely as they instructed. Shoved the pill down the back of your throat, drank the bottled water, and tried to get comfortable on your back.

You closed your eyes.

A part of you wondered why you had assented to Sujay’s suggestion so easily, especially where everything else had failed. He was one hell of a friend, and had always been that way for you, but as a doctor, you wondered if two years of cheating through medical school, so as to not royally piss off his parents and be disowned for failing, was finally catching up with him somewhat.

You recalled being startled when he told you he hadn’t married yet and didn't intend to as some deep-rooted act of spite against his family and the traditions they had held over his head all his life. Traditions that had been weaponized against him, rather than supplement his life as an extension of his history, of the things he loved, of a chance to explore more of himself.

You had listened wordlessly the entire time he spoke about it, still sipping on his tea, the results from your latest brain scan clamped to a clipboard on his lap—

This wasn't working.

This was so stupid.

You opened your eyes and sat up in the stiff bed, carefully maneuvering your fingers around your orbital bone to force away the puffiness and exhaustion still lingering behind them. It was only as you rubbed your eyes that you noticed your face was empty of cold stickers and a thousand wires. You didn't hear distant blips in the machine measuring your heart rate, nor track the voices of anyone outside your door.

The room was still the same—the outdated, bulky dresser with claw feet, a few gray chairs you could buy on display in a window somewhere, a low oval table, a bedside table for your glass of water and a crisp, neatly folded change of clothes for the next day.

It was only unusual that you were bare of the technologist’s monitoring equipment and sitting amid an unfaltering, deep silence that amplified the sounds of your very existence. Your slow breaths with a quickening heartbeat, blood pumping in your ears, and the coarse rustle of bedsheets as you shifted around the mattress to bring some sense to what was going on.

Would the technologists have come into the room and removed everything from your body without waking you? More miraculously, without you rousing and throwing your hands on them for touching you first?

“Maybe the drug worked?” you had to consider the possibility, even though it still felt as far-fetched as the holistic medicine practitioners online telling you that an herbal cleansing juice could regenerate organs entirely. “Did I actually sleep? I don't remember dreaming, though. Aren't I supposed to dream?”

You looked to the one, single-paned window across the bedroom to spy how far along the morning had progressed, but found yourself sucking in and holding in a breath instead.

There, standing in your view of the outside, was the silhouette of a tall man. Everything about him was indistinguishable aside from the depth of darkness that made him up. Within the confines of the dim room, alight by a single lamp with an amber bulb that seemed to weaken by the second, this man stood apart from the shadows as something deeper, blacker, but corporeal.

He was every bit a part of the dark as much as he wasn't. And you couldn't tell if he was fading you or turned to look out the window at the parking lot two stories below.

“Hi—hello. Are—are you one of the techs?” you had finally let out that breath, now focusing on gauging the guy’s level of sociability, and by extension, his friendliness and the likelihood of him lunging at you. “I, uh, just would've really appreciated it if someone had woken me up before taking off the stickers.”

You were able to see out the window from the gaps around his body, taking note that it was still dark. Very dark. Beyond that, nothing else was discernible from where you sat and what he blocked.

The study wouldn't have finished yet.

Those techs would've taken precaution to wake you up if something had happened.

“Am I asleep?” you asked the wordlese man. “Am I dreaming now? Are you a dream? Is that what it's like?

You never imagined that there could be so much lucidity within a dream, a level of consciousness so similar to a state of wakefulness. When you thought about moving, you could perfectly flex your fingers, curl your toes into the high-pile carpet underfoot, touch the airy fabric covering your body and feel it touching you in turn.

How normal was this really, though? No one had ever told you about dreams like this. Theirs were always fragmented and discombobulated, just like the kids in daycare who drew pictures of pig astronauts and flame extinguishing spatulas. You knew of a rare few in the population capable of controlling their dreams, steering the outcome in the direction they pleased, but even those people were overrode by their own brains.

This was something completely different.

You became especially convinced of this when you thought the stifled air suddenly shifted with a light breeze, a soft whoosh in your ear. A chill erupted over you, making your skin burst with goose flesh, your brain chasing a shiver down your spine as if cold fingers stroked you all the way down the length of it. Those same fingers stayed low, hovering across your lower back before pushing into you, arching you down onto the mattress.

That freedom you thought you had only moments ago was gone, stolen by this invisible hand on your body that was rounding to you and reaching for your chest. Until now, you thought this had simply been a part of the dream—something you had believed to be in control in when the reality was much different—but, as the buttons on your sleep shirt unfastened before your eyes, the thin layers opening you to the cold, inky air, you weren't sure what to think, to do.

Another hand joined the first with long, heavy fingers to knead at your body and take your pants off of your hips until you were fully exposed to the darkness and the thing still dwelling within the room. It hadn't moved an inch since you'd noticed it a while ago; it never became any clearer, any more defined in the clothes or wore, and trying to look upon its face only filled you with puzzlement and dread.

The large hands were so cold despite all their movement on your hot skin, all of the work they did to start riling you up and making you moan. One of them groped your chest, felt your throat, squeezed your jaw as though to force your gaze at one point in particular (the ceiling), pushed apart your lips to dip into your mouth and wet its fingers on your tongue.

You did so as it was the only thing you could do freely right now.

Those fingers, covered in your spit, caressed you between your legs, stroking you in motions neither gentle or harsh. The muscles in your thighs flinched, stomach tightening, your throat vibrating to produce a moan smothered by the second hand circling your throat, gripping firmly enough where you could breathe, but just barely.

The thing couldn’t stop your thoughts, as much as it seemed to try, so it took to interrupting them—distracting you but squeezing your neck, yanking your head back into the pillow by your hair, adjusting itself to thrust multiple fingers into your body, burying them to the knuckle.

You tried to win this war of willpower by thinking about Sujay and his mustache and his stupid glasses. They were green, sometimes blue; seldom did he like the tortoiseshell look.

The thing lunged at your neck again, this time taking you underside the jaw and forced your head back into the pillow while it fucked you deeper on three fingers.

You wanted to make a sound; a moan, a scream, a torturous whimper or pleasure for the way your body was rocked on the bed, creaking with the weight of a pair combined and not just how it appeared. Your nostrils flared, heart rate at an uneasy high, breaths stuck in the column of your throat behind the hand holding it.

The pressure continued to stack higher and higher, building to such a point where you knew you were about to lose it, unravel, praying that this thing would grant you the kindness of fucking you out of your orgasm.

Your abdomen was wound tight, your groin ached terribly, and your thighs started to shake. Behind your eyes, the kaleidoscopic wheels of color intermingled with the darkness and it all slowly burned to white.

And then—

“Good morning!” you were being shaken awake by one of the technologists, a middle-aged woman with blue eyeliner. she didn't expect for you to jolt upright, stick straight, and launch the covers off of your body. “Oh—hey, honey, you alright? We’re done until tonight. How do you feel?”

You were slow to respond to her, occupied by the morning light filtering in through the window across the bedroom. She gave you some time to gather your bearings and took her time removing the stickers and wires from your skin, suggesting you spend some time really scrubbing in the shower later to get off all the adhesive.

“How about now, honey?” she pulled the last sticker and wire combination off of your shoulder. “You with us?”

You didn't know how to answer that, especially not with how damp you felt inside your thighs.

a/n; thank you for reading and choosing to help me shape the story further!! this is all inspired by the fact that I have frequent bouts of sleep paralysis myself and on three consecutive occasions, after taking some questionable drops from an ex-friend, I saw something. I want to make this very clear that this story is intended to be pretty extreme psychological horror. anyway, here are the questions

sujay will be a major supporting character in the story, so what would you be interested in seeing more: 1) sujay and mc further blurring that boundary and possibly becoming a pair, but their "relationship" becomes thwarted by SPD 2) sujay, possibly, ends up with more yandere tendencies as the story progresses and with the development of the plot, could result in a terrible ending for him—but interesting 3) sujay and mc are inherently a toxic duo, but he tries his best to support mc (platonically or one-sided romantically) as they spiral out of control?

in terms of SPD's appearance, what idea do you like better: 1) him, eventually, having a definitive, solid form and features across the span of the story 2) he remains like a "black silhouette" with the invisible hands, but he has the sort of voice that's lulls and lures and manipulates 3) he takes on features that mc (you) find attractive, but they're all wrong and progressively becomes more monstrous 4) he has a physical appearance that's "all wrong", but you can never figure why or what he actually looks like despite SEEING him. if you want to choose multiple, you need to get VERY specific.

I intend for this story to be incredibly dark in terms of sexual content bc SPD is a demon/monster. he is not good. he is not loving. when you think of "dark" for smut, what would you want to see??

[leggerefiore]

We’ve seen how Pokémon characters react to being sick but how would Maxie + various other Pokémon characters of ur choosing react to you being sick?

cw: reader sick with a cold

characters: Maxie, Archie, Lysandre, N, Guzma

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 The minute you begin to show signs of being ill, Maxie is banishing you to bed. Unlike with himself, he does not want to risk your pathogen spreading throughout his team and worries about your health. Unfortunately, he becomes a bit nervous to be around you due to a small bit of germaphobia. The redhead does get over it when you keep asking for him, however. This leads to him quarantining himself away with you to prevent further spreading it around. He also finds himself fretting over it being something worse than it actually is.

🪨 He sends out grunts to buy whatever you may possibly need to get over your bout of illness. Medicines, tissues, a humidifier, a dehumidifier, a heating pad – anything. Maxie is certain to make sure you have everything that could possibly aid you in getting over your sickness. He will help away any sweat from fevers and make sure that everything is clean around you both, too. Disinfectant is used gratuitously. Of course, excluding excessive physical contact. He loves you, yes, but he does not feel like joining you in bed-rest.

🪨 You watch him scramble out of your shared quarters at some lucid point of going in and out of consciousness and wonder what he is doing before passing back out. Yet, the slumber is short as the smell of something hot singes your nose. Maxie has returned with a soup, made by him. He may not be the best cook, but he carefully made a favourite quick meal of it to help boost you up. Its spice is nothing to scoff at, and somehow clears your sinuses from its sheer heat. You can only stare at him in wonder while downing water. Maxie seems very smug about this all.

🪨 Once again, cuddling is not happening. He cannot stand the idea of getting sick and being unable to focus on his work. Not to mention how certain he felt that Courtney sneaked into his quarters the last time he was sick and snapped a picture of him. Though, towards the end of the illness when he knows it's nowhere near as contagious as it was during the earlier stages, he may give in. He crawls under the covers at your side and wraps an arm around your shoulders. Your head ends up pressed to his chest as he tries to figure out how much longer you should be like this. At some point, you fall asleep, and he does not have the heart to push you away in the end.

🌧Archie🌊

💧 He honestly probably doesn't catch the earliest signs that you are getting sick. Archie just does not get sick often enough to understand what is happening. Though, after it becomes complete apparent you are ill, he makes sure you can be comfortable in bed. It most likely was something going around in Lilycove that his grunts accidentally brought in with him. The Aqua Leader ends up stuck at your bedside, too. Poor guy cannot handle his Luvdisc being in such a situation. (Shelly sprays him down with disinfectant when he leaves his quarters, knowing full well be didn't clean himself nor use any germ killer. She alone prevents the spread of the illness.)

💧 If you just vaguely mention wanting something while sick, he rushes out himself to get it. Local pirate man spied at a pharmacy buying up an inordinate amount of cold medicine. Probably got questioned by someone, but somehow got off. He also grabs whatever else you may have requested. Endless tissues, air humidifier (though it is probably unneeded in the seaside cave you live in), snacks, gifts – He runs into the Lilycove Department Store and nearly loses his mind. Archie just wants to help you get better as soon as possible.

💧 Somewhere in the madness of it all, grunts spy him in the hideout's kitchen. They can only wonder what he is making, but the smell of seafood clearly wafts through the air. You get pulled from a light slumber to a bowl of some kind of fish stew. Archie holds it out with big eyes. Needless to say, it was eaten by you. Even if Archie had to spoon it to you in a few moments of weakness. Truthfully, his cooking was not that bad. Just a tad heavy to consume while sick. You did somehow feel better after eating it, too.

💧 Honestly, when it comes to affection, he is all over his partner no matter what. Even if you are sick, he wants to be stuck to your side. You do not even have to ask for him to cuddle because his arms already tight around you and have you pulled into his chest. Your comfort is more than met. Archie even barely goes for kisses, despite the obvious risks. Your emotional needs are just as met as your physical needs. It made you wonder if that was why you became better so quickly. And, somehow, Archie managed not to get sick, either. His immune system appears to be something to be feared.

🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ The tall man feels stricken when you begin to develop the tell-tale signs of a cold. Especially as you try to continue going throughout life as you usually do. Lysandre quickly works to change that. Right before your cold gets worse, you find yourself forced into bed by your very distressed boyfriend. He scolds you for neglecting your own health. His heart aches at the thought of you suffering for no reason. Needless to say, when a near seven-foot man tells you to rest, you probably end up resting. Your shared home is kept clean by his efforts and that of a housekeeper, thankfully.

☕️ He already buys you everything you could possibly want, adoring to shower his darling in gifts. But, now, he is doing it in a frenzy. Special orders for medicines he believes will truly aid in shortening your illness and help alleviate your more painful symptoms. Tissues are always in supply near you and anything from a humidifier to some weird home remedy he does not quite understand but nonetheless gets for you. He only wishes to bring you comfort and happiness in your unfortunate state.

☕️ It comes as no surprise that he makes sure all the food you eat (in general) is extremely healthy and filling. He only has the best made for you by a restaurant he finds to by one of the best in Kalos. Of course, there is a time you find yourself eating an unfamiliar soup after waking up quite late from a near all-day slumber. Its flavour is pleasant and there is clearly a lot of skill put into making the dish, but it was obviously not made by the usual person who apparently had been making your food. You only learn it was a personal recipe that Lysandre had made after getting over your sickness. Supposedly, it was something that Sycamore had made for him at some point during their long friendship.

☕️ Lysandre is a rare hesitant about affection while you are ill. The last thing he needs in his busy schedule is to be forced to rest. Team Flare would almost certainly fall about without his leadership, and his duties as the president of his labs would stack up to a distracting degree. Yet, still, when you look at him with pleading eyes in such a condition, he feels weak to his own love for you. He gives in, allows you cling to him. Perhaps a bit of physical comfort would give your immune system the boost it needed to get through all this. You both end up drowsing off, cuddled up together.

🌿N👑

🟢 He is not sure how to react when your cold becomes too obvious to ignore. Panic consumes as he thinks about statistics of deaths related to illness, before he recalls what his sisters used to do for him when he was younger. Suddenly, your green boyfriend is dragging you back to bed and demanding you rest. N is so very worried. He has never had to handle another person being sick, so having his lover be the first one is making him fret too much. Hilda finds herself in a hard place when N calls to ask what to do and has to give him a run-down. He was a very quick learner, thankfully.

🟢 He finds himself unsure what to get for your symptoms, so he probably nearly grabs one of everything for cold medicine in the hopes it makes you get better fast. This, too, means he ends up buying some strange homeopathic things, but honestly, it is the thought that counts. And, he did actually manage to grab a few helpful things in his whirlwind shopping trip. N was also careful to stock up on tissues and the like. He just wants to help you get better so desperately and seems to be trying literally everything to help you.

🟢 This includes cooking. While he is not too familiar with the skill, he quickly finds aid in both his pokemon and human friends. Hilda makes sure he follows the recipe as best as he can, while the pokemon bring him the best ingredients out from the wild (besides what he had to buy). The dish is carefully made before being brought to you as you wake up from an extended nap. The soul is very herbal and probably skews a bit too bitter, but the love N put into making it is obvious. (You did feel strangely more energetic after finishing it, too.) He is happy that you enjoyed his desperate attempt to cook for you.

🟢 Poor green boy is stuck to you like glue while you are in such a state. The fear of getting sick does not even occur to him, all he simply wants to do is make you feel better. His affection is always so gently and warm with a hint of desperation. You probably feel completely at ease with the near always present touch of your adoring boyfriend. Thankfully, his immune system is hardened from his youth spent partially in the forest, so he does not get sick too easily. Though, he trusts if he falls ill that you would care for him all the same as, he did for you.

💀Guzma🕶

□ The minute you begin to show signs of sickness, Guzma honestly begins to worry. He does not express it aloud, of course. His reputation must be upheld, but you do notice him pushing you to rest. Whenever he gets up, he is extra careful to keep quiet and scolds any grunts making noise outside his room. Big bad Guzma just wants his partner to rest and get over whatever was coming over them quickly. Eventually, though, he does actually demand you rest. Your steps were a bit too wobbly for him to want you wandering around in the endless rain of the dilapidated Po town.

□ Poor guy rushes into a pharmacy in a near frenzy trying to find things he swore worked the last time he came down with something. The clerk can only watch this delinquent scrutinises an antihistamine like he actually understood how the active ingredients worked. Eventually, he settles on two he trusts before buying them, heading back to you. He also grabbed a few boxes of tissues, but they go so fast he finds himself out buying more a day later. Guzma also grabs anything else he thinks might help. Like tea. His mom always told him to drink tea when he was sick, so it has to work. (He has no idea what he is doing, but he is trying his best.)

□ At some point, he realises there is no food in Po town that is good for someone who is sick, so he has to grab ingredients while he is out buying more tissues. It feels like a never-ending cycle of madness. Then, when it came down to actual cooking, he tried his best to make something edible. That failed, however, and he instead returned to the tried and true canned soup. Hopefully, chicken noodles would cure your ailments. You happily eat the soup, and thank him for going out of his way for you. He can only give a laugh.

□ He does hesitate a bit when you first get sick with affection. Guzma actually despises feeling ill due to the weakness associated with it. But, when you tug on his jacket when he is about to leave, he finds himself relenting a bit. Fine, yeah, he will cuddle his sick partner. If he gets sick, then thankfully he already has medicine to take and a stash of canned soup. It also feels nice to comfort you as you nuzzle into his chest. You probably hate being in your condition in a place like this. He just combs his fingers through your hair and gives you a light scalp massage. At some point, you both fall asleep.

[zenaidamacrouras1]

Writing Modern Steve Roger's Health Issues: A compendium

AKA How do Steve Rogers' MCU canon illnesses hold up in a modern setting?  

I am writing something that is SO NICHE and so NERDY I feel absolutely, positively deviant about it. Who knew you could have this much fun while eating a burrito and sitting in the sun on your back porch? 

OKAY! This one goes out to all of you writing modern AU's with a modern Steve Rogers. (There are literally dozens of us!). Let's go.

So, I find it somewhat problematic when people write disabled or otherwise medically complicated characters and are wishy-washy about the diagnosis they have. In real life, everyone I know with ongoing medical issues is a fucking expert on their exact shit. A great tumblr reference for disabled characters is Cripple Characters, but I also use reddit threads to read about people’s day to day experiences with different issues in their own words. If nothing else, just decide what your character has and take ten minutes and read through a basic website article about it. 

So let's walk through what modern Steve's medical history and diagnoses might be. If you feel like I missed any details or got things wrong, happy to have comments to that end.

We'll start with the list of “ailments,” going with the MCU canon and combining the images from the museum exhibit and screen shots of Steve’s enlistment forms:

Asthma

Scoliosis

Fallen arches

Partial deafness

Scarlet Fever, Rheumatic Fever

Heart arrhythmia

High blood pressure

Palpitation or pounding in heart

Easy fatigability

Stomach ulcers

Pernicious anemia

Nervous trouble of any sort

Sinusitis

Chronic or frequent colds

Caveat: I am not a doctor, but I am a person who enjoys reading medical journal articles about illnesses I do and don’t have. The human body is a fascinating and terrible place to live. Talk to me about your medical complications - I will always find them interesting. I love small talk about Crohn’s disease and/or extremely graphic details about the time you had surgery because one of your wrist bones was the wrong length. 

Sucks To Your Assmar: Asthma! How has asthma changed? 

Kids who have their asthma well managed at a young age are going to have less scarring and lung damage (this is called airway remodeling). Thus a modern kid will likely have less severe asthma than a kid born in Steve’s time. Further, allergy medicines got way better from the 1990s, so kids with allergy induced asthma would have had fewer attacks. Fewer attacks as kids = less severe asthma as they age. 

I would also note that asthma is highly connected to environmental issues. If Steve grew up in a house with cigarette smoke, cockroaches, rats, or mold present, as is fairly easy to imagine, especially without dehumidifiers in a swampy Brooklyn summer, those are environmental factors that would have made his asthma much worse. 

They are also all factors that kids today certainly face, depending on how you write your modern Steve’s childhood. While people today certainly can have very severe asthma, it’s also entirely possible that modern Steve’s relationship to his asthma is pretty chill and easy to manage. (My partner has relatively severe asthma with a lot of environmental triggers; modern allergy medicine was a big game changer.)

Let’s talk about scoliosis ~~

There are a lot of variations to how scoliosis impacts people. I have very minor scoliosis and it's barely a thing in my life. I’m not trying to speak for everyone, but for what it’s worth, there are professional athletes with spinal fusion. I used Kyra Condie as my justification for writing climbing coach post-spinal fusion small Steve Rogers in one fic. My younger brother and best friend in high school both had spinal fusions. 

In reality the athletic and physical abilities of people with spinal fusion vary pretty much exactly as much as people without spinal fusion, so you have a lot of leeway for how you decide to write a character with scoliosis. I recommend reddit threads to read about people talking about how their bodies felt before and after spinal fusion, or why they decided not to have the surgery, if you want to get a sense of how it might affect your character’s day to day life.

Wait, so how tall is modern small Steve Rogers? 

You can see in this article that gains in height post scoliosis corrective surgery/spinal fusion varies, but the mean was 27 mm (1 inch) and the maximum was 66 mm (2.5 inches). 

The more severe the curve in the spine, the more height gained with surgery. 

We know Steve had scoliosis, we don’t know how severe it was (do we?). But if he was 5’4” without spinal fusion, and with all of his childhood fevers, and possible poor nutrition due to the Great Depression and untreated stomach ulcers, then it’s very reasonable that a modern Steve raised with proper nutrition and his gastrointestinal issues (see below!) properly treated and a spinal fusion could be easily 1-10 inches taller. 

I think it’s great if you want to write modern Small Steve as 5’4” - but I tend to write him as 5’7” or so. 

I think it is entirely likely that a modern Steve Rogers could end up being 6 feet tall given modern medical intervention and a healthy digestive system and adequate nutrition. As an example of how people with more or less the same genetics having different heights due to environmental factors, I know of one family of four brothers that immigrated from Italy in the 40s. Their height was 100% correlated to their age when they moved to the US/started having access to food: the oldest brother was around 5’4” and the youngest around 6 feet. The oldest was also a chain smoker and worked full time from around age 8, so you know, he was a fucking badass 5'4" Italian guy, if that's not clear.

What about fallen arches? 

Fun story, but I have fallen arches/flat feet and had a lot of foot pain as a kid, but I thought it was normal. I wear custom orthotics and/or birkenstocks and do exercises to strengthen my feet muscles and it's fine now as long as I remember to do the things I just mentioned. My dad had to have multiple surgeries on his feet, so I think it helped that they caught it earlier in me. 

Should I write modern non-serum Steve as deaf? 

Maybe! I think it’s lovely when people write characters with hearing issues. There are great blogs that cover ways to do that well (a good link, another one, and another one and I think this one on hearing aids is particularly good if you are trying to bring in subtle day to day routine differences a character that wears hearing aids may have. Another great option is, again, reddit, especially for questions around how sexual intimacy might vary in small ways that can be nice to bring in. (I am working on a fic with a seeing character whose ex is blind and also read a lot of couples first hand experience with sexual intimacy around that dynamic on reddit). 

But how likely is it that modern Steve would be deaf? 

I think that it’s reasonably likely that Steve’s hearing issues were a result of Scarlet Fever, which is a bacterial infection that can result in rheumatic fever, an inflammatory condition that develops in more severe cases of scarlet fever. 

Scarlet fever caused deafness - in fact, both Helen Keller and Thomas Edison had hearing loss due to scarlet fever infections. Further, sustained fevers of over 104 degrees can also cause hearing loss, so there is a reasonable chance that some other fever caused Steve’s hearing issues. 

Today, the kind of hearing loss caused by fevers and infections can usually be surgically repaired or never occur because we have better antibiotics and better medicines to treat fevers. However, I have a friend who has partial hearing loss and lots of other life long nervous system and fatigue issues due to complications from childhood chicken pox in the 80s (this vaccine came around in 1995).

I don’t know if it’s canon or fanfiction, but I often see Steve as having one bad ear. For what it’s worth, hearing loss in one ear is much less common than hearing loss in both ears. 

However, potential causes of hearing loss in one ear are infections that result in a high fever and some kind of head trauma, both of which are easy to imagine would have affected a Steve born in 1918, and while possible in a modern Steve, also easier to avoid. 

Heart Stuff: Heart arrhythmia, High blood pressure, Palpitation of pounding in heart, Easy fatigability

The aforementioned fevers that can cause hearing loss can also cause heart issues. I think it’s reasonably likely that Steve’s heart issues were from his fevers as a young kid, but I often write him with a congenital heart defect, because why not? 

These days, most of the time, such issues are detected at or before birth and fixed when the person is a baby, but there are plenty of heart issues that can require multiple heart surgeries at various points. Regardless, a modern Steve would most likely either have had access to corrective surgery or medication to manage these heart conditions. Which is not to say that he wouldn’t suffer mental and physical trauma from this medical complication. 

There are plenty of professional athletes you can find who have all of the above heart issues. And plenty of people with heart issues who have no interest in being professional athletes, so like, follow your bliss. 

Digestive System Stuff: Easy fatigability, Stomach ulcers, Pernicious anemia

I have easy fatigability under heart stuff too, because lots of shit can make you tired. 

My personal head canon is that Steve Rogers has celiac disease and/or lactose intolerance, it would cause all of the above. Both can also lead to poor growth - in fact falling off growth charts is one of the most common symptoms of celiac disease in children. 

While people have been aware of celiac disease since there were people, gluten wasn’t identified as the clear cause till the 50s. 

I typically write modern Steve with some kind of food allergy, and I think that addresses quite a few of his canon medical complications. 

Because so many causes of this category of symptoms are relatively easily solved with modern medical intervention/avoiding the problem, I would point folks towards Crohn’s disease if you are looking to write a modern character with medical issue that is more likely to be an ongoing source of similar medical complications today.

(Also, kids with Crohn’s are likely to have reduced height. I have a friend who has Crohn's whose 3 siblings are well over 6 feet and he is around 5'8" (so 4-6 inches aka 11+ cm shorter due to his severe childhood illness).)

Nervous trouble of any sort

Kids with medical complications and food allergies are much more likely to have anxiety. I’m so proud of all the kids making it through the day with anxiety. Luff you anxiety kids, I see you working twice as hard to be present as the non-anxious kids. Tough as hell. Give yourself a high five. I’m so damn proud of you.

Sinusitis and Frequent colds

I mean, god bless modern decongestants and allergy meds. Celiac disease and lactose intolerance can both cause sinus issues, so here is another one of Steve's ailments that can be "cured" through that diagnosis.

Other stuff

When you look at the above, you can see a lot of scenarios where modern era Steve, like many children/adults today, had multiple surgeries and serious and scary health complications as a child, but as an adult would appear as a relatively healthy able bodied person, with the possibility of even becoming a top athlete if he was so inclined.  It’s also likely that some issues like chronic fatigue etc, might linger into adulthood as relatively invisible illnesses that nonetheless affect his everyday. 

In some ways his character arc given the advances of modern medicine could mimic his arc due to the serum. 

Being medically complicated as a kid sucks. Even if you have surgeries to treat and/or learn how to live with things like Crohn’s and celiac and reduce flare ups, lingering mental health trauma can have an impact. 

Lastly and most importantly, I have a personal headcanon that young Steve Rogers of any era spent a lot of time sick in bed and staring into a mirror learning how to raise one eyebrow and perform other eyebrow gymnastics so he could more effectively sass his nurses. 

IN CONCLUSION:

I think it's actually reasonable for an author to say, "My modern Steve never had any fevers, and got his severe lactose intolerance diagnosed as a baby, and had good nutrition, had medications/clean environment that prevented his asthma."

So this Steve is 6 feet tall and healthy as long as he doesn't eat dairy and takes his daily zyrtec (cetirizine - it's an allergy med). The only medical issue he has from canon left is scoliosis, flat feet, and an astigmatism.

You can also choose to write a Steve with more complex medical issues, and there are lots of things that can be good and interesting and value about that. I think the main thing is to pick a diagnosis and write it realistically, hopefully this helps some with that!

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Spring sucks

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 1.3K

Summary: You have allergies and Wanda and nat look after you.

TW: nosebleed, allergies,

A/n I may be projecting just a little bit (or a lot).

Baby animals? Whatever. Flowers? No. Spring? Awful. Why? Because: allergies.

It had taken three days to figure it out. Nat noticed. Wanda noticed. Even Tony noticed. You couldn’t stop rubbing your eyes. Wanda had taken your hands from your eyes more times than you could count. But the itching hadn’t stopped. Around day three you realised. It was spring. Spring meant flowers. Flowers me at pollen. Pollen meant allergies. Stupid stupid allergies. It wasn’t ever more than itchy eyes and an irritated nose. But nothing stopped the itch.

The meeting was going well but you were fighting with yourself to not rub your eyes. A sneeze was building, and your nose itched. It was just a debrief after a mission, but you were trying to pay attention. Eventually you caved and tried to as subtly as possible lift your hand to your eyes. It felt amazing. With a finger you massaged the area near your tear duct rubbing it hastily. You missed the glare Nat shot you. You missed her tap Wanda’s leg and point her pen at you. You suppressed a whine when you felt Wanda’s cool hands take your own away from your eyes. She held them under the table and shot you a disappointed look. Soothingly she ran her thumb over your knuckles as she held your hands in her lap. After a moment she turned back to listening to Steve. You did your best to pay attention. But your eyes still itched and your nose twitches as you suppressed a string of sneezes. Wanda caught on and decided enough was enough.

“Steve?”

“Yes Wanda?”

“Do y/n and I have to stay for this?”

“Um. No?” Steve looked confused.

“Ok then we’re going to go. I’ll get the notes from Nat later.” Wanda said nodding at them and standing up with your hands still in hers she dragged you out of the room. Nat gave a mock salute as she passed, and Wanda rolled her eyes.

Once in the lift Wanda looked into your eyes.

“Y/n/n sweetheart what have I told you about rubbing?” She said chastising lightly.

“Not to.” You moped dejectedly. Finally, you sneezed violently before straightening and rubbing your nose Wanda grabbed your hands again.

“Bless you love.” Wanda said and you sniffled with tears in your eyes as the allergies seemed to almost get worse. “Aw honey I know it sucks.” She said and let go of your hands shooting you a look when you lifted them towards your face. Slowly you lowered them to your sides again where you began fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

“Go lie down in my room I already have a dehumidifier going and the windows shut for you sweets.”

“Thanks wands.” You said and set off while she went towards the kitchen.

“No rubbing!” She called after you.

Entering her room, you laid on the bed and draped an arm over your itching eyes. A moment later the door opened, and you felt your arm being removed from your face. You whined and Wanda shushed you. A moment later you couldn’t stop the small moan as she placed a cold compress over your eyes. Wanda chuckled.

“I thought we would try the compress because you don’t like eye drops my love.” She said and you muttered a thank you.

“Always my sweet. I’m just sorry that 3/4 seasons hate you.”

“Survival of the fittest should have taken me out years ago.” You joked and Wanda lightly hit your arm.

“Don’t joke I need you.” Wanda said stifling a laugh.

“I need for winter to not make my asthma try and kill me. I got heatstroke this year in summer. And spring makes me want to remove my own eyes with a spoon.” You sigh.

“Aw honey I know. But I’m here and at least autumn doesn’t try to kill you.”

“Yay” you said monotonously “one out of four. Lucky me.” Your sarcasm dripped from every word.

“How does it feel now?” Wanda asked rubbing your arm.

“Better but still itchy.” You sighed.

“Ok love shuffle over and we can cuddle.” Wanda said nudging your side. You wiggled for a moment and felt Wanda slide in next to you. You buried yourself in her side and she ran a hand over your back.

“My sweet girl. It’s ok. I’m here.” She said as you fell asleep.

When you woke up next the cloth had fallen off your eyes which still itched but not as badly. Wanda was laid next to you quietly talking to Natasha who laid with her arm around you. You smiled at your girlfriends and sniffled.

“Aww sweets do you need a tissue love?” Nat asked.

“i don’t think it’ll do much.” You sighed miserably. Nat ignored you and took a tissue from the box on the bedside pressing it to your nose.

“Blow.” she instructed still holding the tissue.

“No natty gross.” You said. “Im not three.”

“Baby shes just trying to help.” Wanda said but she was cut off when you sneezed into the tissue Nat was still holding to your face. Your cheeks flushed at the realisation of what you had just done.

“No baby none of that.” Nat said reading your face. She threw away the tissue and pulled you into her chest for a hug. With your front pressed into hers you felt Wanda wrap around you from behind.

“We love you sweetheart even if spring doesn’t.” Nat said and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. you sighed and buried your face in her chest. After a moment you felt another sneeze building and you tried to pull away from Nat, but she held you tight. Wanda sensing your distress pulled you from Nat’s arms and pressed a tissue to your face as Nat had before as you sneezed again.

“Shit sorry wands.” you said embarrassed.

“No problem baby its better than sneezing on Natty.” She grinned and Natasha shrugged unbothered and wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you back into her. Wanda threw away the tissue and came to join the hug. The quiet was only broken by the occasional sniffle and light slap as Wanda stopped you rubbing your eyes. After a moment Natasha slipped out from behind you and returned a moment later with the cloth now damp and cold again. Nat guided you back into the pillows and laid the cloth over your eyes. You sighed in relief.

“Thank you natty.” you said.

“Anytime bubs.” she said.

You couldn’t help the aggressiveness with which you rubbed your nose. Wanda scolded you lightly.

“Y/n/n I know its itchy bubs but if you keep rubbing it that hard you’ll get a nosebleed.” She said not looking up. A second later you quickly sat up bringing your hands to your face as the cloth fell off.

“Too late.” You mumbled and hurried to the bathroom as the blood began to drip into your cupped hands and down your fingers.

“Oh Y/n.” Nat said as her and Wanda walked into the bathroom where you stood over the sink letting it drip into the white porcelain.

“Lean forwards love.” Wanda said as she placed the cool cloth on the back of your neck like she was taught. Ideally, she would use an ice pack, but they didn’t have one and hopefully by the time she would have returned from the kitchen it would have already stopped. You sighed as it continued to drip down the drain. Nat rubbed your back with her hand. They knew you got nosebleeds often, but it was more of an annoyance for you than a problem. After a few minutes the bleeding stopped and you washed the blood from your hands and the sink down the drain, the pink water disappearing from sight. You wiped your face with some toilet paper so you didn’t stain a rag with blood. Wanda helped you back into bed and replaced the cloth on your eyes.

“No more rubbing Y/n/n or it will start bleeding all over again my sweet.” Nat said and the two girls curled up beside you as you drifted off.

MASTERLIST

[fortheloveofarchons]

Neuvillette bakes some macarons for the others...

Inspired by @onaxart_ on Instagram, Tiktok and Twitter!

Go check her out and give her a follow, her art is amazing!!

C.W. - A Neuvi/Wrio ship - Characters such as Aether, Paimon and Sigewinne are included - Fluff and domestic fluff - Baking - Cookies - Mentioned Navia, Clorinde and Furina

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In the cosy embrace of the kitchen, lies a white-haired man humming a tune while he decorates his cookies. From his many years spent in Fontaine as a human, one of the things he noticed was the evolution of desserts. Although the Chief Justice does not indulge in desserts, his keen sense of perception allows him to understand the joy of sweet food that indulges in human society. 

Rainbow Macarons, Coffee Bavarois, Pate de Fruit, Conch Madeleine, Fruity Trio, Blubber Profiterole, and Fontaine’s famous La Lettre a Focalors are truly artisan crafts in Fontainians’ kitchens. 

As a token of appreciation for the upcoming holiday where people give their friends, families, and lovers their own gift of love, Neuvillette wishes to adapt himself into this special day by making some rainbow macarons. He has heard that making desserts can be a special occasion for humans. It can be a sign that someone’s birthday was afoot, or perhaps a festival. As such, desserts held special places in humans’ hearts, for their dedicated baking was an act of love, a way to show that they were special and worth celebrating. 

Although Neuvillette does not understand how an individual could bring themselves to consume deep-fried foods like Fish and Chips, or oily food like Garlic Baguette, or even grilled food without a sauce to balance out the flavours. 

He’ll never forget those Charcoal-Baked Ajikenakh Cakes, the most dehumidifying food he has ever seen. Truly the worst culprit in the Chief Justice’s eyes! 

While he has heard that Miss Navia’s favourite hobby is making macarons and sharing them with the ones she cares deeply about, he could not possibly ask her for the recipe because he feels distant from her, as if he’s observing the starry night sky from the bottom of the deep lake. Even with Miss Navia’s apology for her emotional outburst and accusations of his cold-blooded heart, his heart still feels an uncomfortable tinge of guilt, for what has happened to her father. 

After all, human emotions are not like water. They do not settle quickly once agitated, nor do they naturally incline towards equilibrium. 

Perhaps, by making these human treats himself, could he understand more about the human experience of trying something new. He has been indulging himself in ceramics, perhaps baking would be something he would be interested in the future. 

With careful consideration, he decided that making cookies would be best instead of macarons. After putting the cookies on a tray, Neuvillette’s dark blue eyes sparkle as he watches the cookies slowly bake inside of the oven. While he waits for them to finish baking, he thinks about who he wishes to send the desserts to. 

One for Wriothesley, and of course, we can’t forget Sigewinne . His eyebrows knit as he remembers. The traveller and Paimon are no exception, and I mustn't leave out Miss Navia and Miss Clorinde. Unfortunately, I only made a small batch, so I don’t have enough to distribute to the Melusines and the others that have aided in preventing the prophecy… A shame. 

Ding! 

Oh, it’s done. 

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Aether didn’t know what the occasion was when Neuvillette invited him to the Fortress of Meropide. 

Did something happen? 

Why would Monsieur Neuvillette ask me to visit him in this place? 

Unless… Does this concern the Duke? 

Although his heart is certain that this letter would most likely involve Wriothesley, this was not what the traveller had expected when the white haired man gave him a small bag of heart-shaped cookies in Wriothesley’s office. 

“Monsieur Neuvillette, this is…” Aether blinks once, twice, and then looks down at his hands, staring at the colourful cookies made by the Chief Justice of Fontaine. Next to him, Paimon is practically drooling from her gifted bag as well, her eyes sparkling with joy from seeing such sweet delicacies in her tiny hands. 

“Well well,” Wriothesley holds the bag of heart-shaped cookies close to his face with one hand, his other hand resting on his waist, eyeing Neuvillette with a smirk. “I never thought that there would come the time where the Chief Justice of Fontaine would give us something sweet.”

“I…” Neuvillette coughs, then folds his arms defensively, making his stance. “I made them myself, and there is nothing wrong in indulging in human festivities.” 

That only made Wriothesley raise an eyebrow to him. 

Meanwhile, Sigewinne has already unwrapped her bag, her eyes widening at the sight of the pink and white cookies that nestled inside like precious jewels. Each one was a work of art, its smooth surface adorned with pink and white chocolate cream and delicate dustings of powdered sugar. 

“Can we eat it now?” Paimon flies down to look at Sigewinne’s bag, her excitement increases from smelling the freshly baked desserts. 

“Of course you can.” Neuvillette says, reaching a hand out for them to try. “Please, help yourself. I hope the flavour is to your liking.” 

Without hesitation, everyone slowly unwraps their own bag, and plucks out one of the cookies of the bag. While Aether, Paimon and Sigewinne happily take a bite, Wriothesley hesitates for a few seconds, looking down at his cookie...

[all-hallows-street]

Guess whose financial mistake arrived early...

I will give more in depth looks later (I have to work to afford such questionable purchases), but a quick individual review of what I got:

Neil Demon Plushy

Not a plush toys collector at all; my closest reference is the IKEA shark. He is heavier than he looks, very sturdy (?) if that makes sense. Doesn't seem like he will deform any time soon. The details are adorable and I don't see any glaring defects.

All Saints Street Hoodie

Surprisingly large for me. I was worried they only had one size made for the Chinese market. I'm 1.7m (5 foot 7) tall for reference and this is still a bit too big for me. Will likely get too small for anyone over 6 feet tall. The quality is good! Very soft. Velvet interior. I don't know much about shirt stamping, but since it's not in the fabric I'm guessing the stamp might start to crack after multiple washes.

All Saints Street Vol. 1-3 Collection

Now this is something I can talk about more. The sleeve was unfortunately damaged in shipping and the books have very minor damage in the spine and vol 2 has a minor case of dog ears. The quality of the paper is great! It is color paper, not glossy one you see in comic book issues, but it's thicker than the black and white you see in manga. Would still make sure to have a dehumidifier if your storing place is not dry. I've already experienced book wrapping and it's painful.

Each volume contains around 80 chapters with one extra chapter not on bilibili. They also contain a message from Lingzi and WSJ's editor, plus all character bios even for ones we never got one (Enrique, Eduardo ans Anthony). And if a Weibo post is correct some might have been updated from the ones online (Axel grew 1 cm in the book bio).

Of course later I'll look over everything to see if there are any significan changes to make a note of. Also it came with this lol.

I have the Alice in Wonderland art somewhere, I'll post it later as well.

All Saints Street Anniversary Playing Cards

The playing card decks from the 6th and the 7th anniversary. As you can see I haven't opened the 7th, but I got the 6th a while ago on AliExpress so I expect them to be similar.

This is something else I can review more in depth, coming from a family that loves playing poker. The quality of the prints is beautiful, however I keep them in the box all the time because the quality of the cards itself is not good!

The cards feel like store bought cardboard; good playing cards are made out of cardboard, but this deck doesn't have the same treatment. They are so fragile, even by just handling them to get the face cards I've already made slight damage to the edges. I wouldn't play any game with them, much less shuffle them. I don't even want to imagine how much they will bend. Also the Crystal card came with damage (the small white spot on the edge) from the store. Pain.

Anyways. I'll frame the face cards because they are so pretty and I want to keep them in the best condition... I don't know what I will do with the rest of the 36 cards. Maybe practice magic tricks? Lol. Before all this I've been working on how to scan all the face cards and post them, but it's been more difficult than expected. If you have ever tried to digitize prints you will know. Once I have them, I'll post them alongside high quality scans.

When it comes to my review of PandaBuy... On one hand it was an excellent service and experience. On the other... I don't even want to reveal how much the shipping was. I wouldn't recommend anyone else do it unless you are stupid with your money (like me), even then

I would advice to do your own research. PandaBuy and all agents to buy from China are definitely better when you buy in bulk. My package was 'only' 2kg. Many people buy over 10kg to make it worth it. I'm already committed so if new volumes come out I will buy them, and maybe also get counterfeit Gucci shoes or something since that's what most people use this agents for...

That's all for now. Feel free to reply or send any questions you have.

[thebiscuiteternal]

OK, summary of what's up:

I can't remember the name of the part, but yeah, they had to order it from the original manufacturer so at *best* we might get a/c back Tuesday.

It's probably not gonna be best.

We currently have one bitty travel fan, two small room fans, and three box fans circulating air through the house.

This is knocking around 7-9 degrees off the temperature, but it's also humid as hell outside and we dont have a dehumidifier, so the "feels like" temperature is still pretty wretched. Indoor high today was 89° around 2pm and tomorrow's looking worse.

Until we have a/c back, it's no-cooking foods only. We're not about to add *more* heat by running the stove or oven or even the microwave.

Ditto no hot showers to try and keep the humidity down.

Charlotte gets ice in her water bowl and is allowed to lay beside any fan that's on the floor.

We've invested in some boxes of popsicles and iced puppy treats.

Last night was hot enough that even with my meds, I couldn't sleep, so I wound up adding some benadryl to knock myself out. Will probably be doing that again tonight.

[blackmageeljin]

So recently, on TOP of the whole tree falling on house thing, my room had become so hot that Satan himself would have looked at it and said 'get this bitch an icepack.'

We didn't know wtf was going on at first, other than it had been hotter than imploding star outside for about a week. Since my room is cooled by a sad portable ac machine because the windows of my room are too small we initially assumed it just couldn't keep up with a certain level of temperature that could only be measured in units native to the lower circles of hell. Combined with the fact my room is technically an attic because of how the roof heights are staggered and there for much easier heated in general, we just went 'eh sucks but what do you do.'

Since single hose protibel units aren't very effective to begin with I tried shifting it to only be on dehumidify (which would sometimes run the full ace but less often and mostly ran the fan) and took to insulating the exhaust hose in hopes that would help keep heat out of the room.

Unfortunately, over the next few days the temperature inside slowly climbed from high around 78 to 82 and then to 85, and then higher still. Around the 83 mark is when I abandoned my room and began sleeping on the couch in the considerably cooler living room with a window unit. 

It seemed like after I have up it just got worse. Why? Because I wasn't constantly babying and changing settings? Was the heat wave just That Bad outside? The entire upper floor- sans one room with a dedicated window until that kept a shut door at all times- had become an unholy swampy mess. The temps on the AC unit itself hit 90. We turned it off thinking itust be doing more harm than good, but it just got worse. The next day I turned it back on, it still read 90s but it not running hadn't had any effect and at least we could use it to dehumidify.

Finally I have had enough. I begin research hoping to find a proper window unity that will actually fit in the tiny ass attic windows of my room. Unsure of numbers I venture into the smother miazma to measure how tall the window can open.

At which point I find the problem.

See, shitty portable ac unit have a hose that vent out the window, but obvious it is much smaller than a whole AC unit. They come with a little attachment to span the window, so you have the window sitting about 6 inches open but edged in thermal seal foam with this little hose block shoved under it nice and snug.

The fucking hose had gotten knocked out of the window.

I have no idea how. It could be an answer as simple as Cat. It could have been the tree impact, since I no longer remember which event happened first with all the shit that keeps storming, it could have gotten loosened when I installed the insulation and a strong wind just knocked it out. But whatever it was, it meant that not ONLY was the window to the 90-100 outside weather with unmerciful nighttime lows in the 80 just happily pouring into the room, but when the unit was running it was sucking in 90° air, spitting out admittedly cooled air on one end, but dumping the heated 120°~ exhaust back into the room.

I immediately reset the hose in the window and tried my best to be sure it was secure. Within minutes the room had dropped to 88. By the time I was finished with breakfast 82. And now, as I write this before I turn in for the night, it has finally fucking returned to a blissful 73.

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For those managing garment factories or cold storage, maintaining appropriate humidity is essential. Once you do, you'll notice significant improvements in product quality and longevity. Furthermore, their industrial dehumidification equipment is easy to install and maintain, providing a hassle-free solution.

In summary, SUJA GLOBAL is a leading dehumidifier supplier in Bangladesh. You will see the benefits in your operations almost immediately after installing their dehumidifiers. Explore SUJA GLOBAL’s offerings today and keep your environment perfectly controlled!

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You've got a really overwhelming situation. It’s a bit ancillary to my irl job (env health and industrial hygiene), so I wanted to toss some thoughts to the void to maybe make it less heavy? (Def feel free to disregard and delete)

Since the AC is too large for the house, the house will stay too humid because the AC doesn’t have time to “dry” out the air – it’ll kick on and off too quickly instead of running for awhile. I’m guessing this is also contributing to the fire hazard (power cycling of the unit). You may be able to find a company that will trade the unit for a more appropriate one, which could help recoup some of the costs for a new system, or maybe local rebates with the power utility provider if the new unit has a heat pump, or just for being smaller and consuming less energy overall (spitballing ideas)

If you have a dehumidifier (bit spendy), you can put this in affected areas to help the problem from getting worse. For an attic, you can try placing it near a central air intake or exhaust inside of the house, like near vents or the furnace, to try and catch the airflow (if you put the central air furnace to ‘recirculate’). Changing your furnace filters monthly if you don't already should also help with air quality.

Mildew will stain, like the plywood and drywall in the attic, but if it’s dry, it shouldn’t grow. You can also spray surfaces in a diluted bleach solution to help manage it. Just a small bottle of plain bleach (none of those silly laundry kinds) and a spray bottle. An N95 respirator and long sleeve shirt/pants would be a good idea if you go into the attic, but mostly for fiberglass (if you don’t have blown insulation) and potential critter dust (mouse droppings, esp if you’re in a rural area, which I assume if you have a well)

A “hot attic” will be that (hot), but it shouldn’t be “humid”. If it is, it might be worthwhile to visually check your roof or attic and make sure the PO didn’t leave you with a crappy roof and soffit venting set-up, or that the vents weren’t block by wasps, critters, etc.

Sending the best vibes I can, from one broke Millennial to another

Gotta stick together to survive in this shitty capitalist hellscape

Bless you honestly. 🙏🥺 Thank you for this advice! I'm definitely going to use the bleach solution on the mold.. it's everywhere and all into my insulation.

Exactly everything you said is what the repair guy just told me lol that's exactly why there's mold. The previous owners installed a gigantic unit for whatever unknown reason. Unfortunately the AC unit is roughly 20 years old, so I can't trade it in for anything because all the parts and coolant supplies it uses are no longer on the market/viable. We were able to measure what kind of AC unit we'd need and the smaller unit brought the cost down from $13k to...$11.6k. So, not much, but still a little. (I've been considering asking for ko-fi donations since I'm honestly and truly desperate, but I first need to wrestle the part of my brain that doesn't allow me to ask for help first lol).

Thank you, anon, for your advice on this. It truly means a lot to me that you took the time to reach out! People like you make being a poor millennial a little bit easier. Seriously, bless you.

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How does a roach enters my house? and why does it?

Roaches, also known as cockroaches, are unwelcome visitors in any household. These resilient insects have been around for millions of years, adapting and surviving in various environments. Despite our best efforts to keep them out, they always seem to find a way in. In this article, we will delve into the fascinating world of roach entry and explore the reasons behind their seemingly unyielding determination to invade our homes.

1. Understanding Roach Behavior

Roaches are highly adaptable creatures with incredible survival instincts. They are attracted to environments that offer them sustenance, water, and shelter. Understanding their behavior is crucial to implementing effective pest control measures.

1.1 Nocturnal Nature

Roaches are predominantly nocturnal, preferring to operate under the cover of darkness. This behavior aids their quest to enter homes unnoticed, as they seek food and water sources while humans sleep.

1.2 Seeking Food Sources

One primary reason roaches enter our houses is the abundance of accessible food. They are scavengers and can feed on almost anything, including crumbs, leftovers, and even pet food. A poorly stored or unsealed food source becomes an open invitation for these pests.

2. How Do Roaches Enter My House?

Despite our best efforts to maintain a clean environment, roaches can find several entry points into our homes. Identifying these entryways can help us seal them off and prevent future infestations.

2.1 Cracks and Crevices

Roaches are skilled at squeezing through tiny openings. Small cracks in walls, windows, doors, and foundations offer easy access points for them. Seal off these gaps to minimize their chances of entering.

2.2 Drain Pipes and Vents

Drain pipes and ventilation systems provide roaches with a direct path into your house. These pests can crawl up through pipes, making their way into sinks, showers, and even toilets.

2.3 Hitchhiking

Roaches can unintentionally enter your home by hitchhiking on items you bring indoors. They may hide in grocery bags, cardboard boxes, or second-hand furniture, making it essential to inspect and clean such items thoroughly.

3. Why Do Roaches Choose My House?

Understanding the factors that attract roaches to your home can help you address these issues and make your living space less appealing to these unwanted guests.

3.1 Warm and Humid Environment

Roaches prefer warm and humid environments. If your house provides these conditions, it becomes an attractive habitat for them. Proper ventilation and dehumidifiers can help reduce their appeal.

3.2 Availability of Water

Water sources are vital for roach survival. Leaky pipes, dripping faucets, and standing water create a welcoming environment. Fixing leaks and ensuring dryness can deter roaches from staying.

3.3 Clutter and Untidiness

A cluttered and messy house offers roaches ample hiding spots and easy access to food. Regular cleaning and decluttering disrupt their habitat, making it less enticing for them to settle in.

Conclusion

In conclusion, roaches enter our houses driven by their need for food, water, and shelter. Their ability to exploit small openings and their nocturnal behavior make them elusive and challenging to control. By understanding their behavior and identifying their entry points, we can implement effective pest management strategies to keep our homes roach-free.

Creating an inhospitable environment by eliminating food sources, sealing cracks, and maintaining cleanliness can go a long way in deterring these unwanted guests. Remember, early prevention is key to avoiding infestations and ensuring a peaceful coexistence without roaches

Thanks for reading!

You can find the italian version of this blogpost, at the link below ↓

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Keeping Air Pure in Your Home, what is a HEPA Filter?

Do you like pure air at home? I’m sure the answer was yes! With our world rapidly changing with businesses thriving from homes and online learning, there has been a lot of activity going on within our abodes for the past three years. With that being considered, you want to ensure that you are breathing in the best air. Air purifiers work hard at reducing allergens and providing more comfortability in your space.

When used correctly, the air purifier can additionally, help at minimizing airborne contaminants that may include viruses in a home or closed space. Although extremely helpful, a portable air purifier will not purify the air 100%. Therefore, to ensure to it performs at its best abilities, it should be produced with a HEPA filter which is proven to remove up to 99.97% of airborne particles according to the EPA.

HEPA filters are tested to use air particles that are only 0.3 microns! This is the most complex size for a HEPA filter to pick up. According to research done by NASA, HEPA filters are much more capable of catching smaller-sized particles that can be just as small as the size of viruses.

The Functions of a HEPA Filter and How it Works

A HEPA filter is not your typical air filter that you would install into your home. These filters are much more intricate as they are mechanical air filters that are considerably thick to ensure particles are captured. The mechanical pleats create a mat of fibers that are arranged at random. The dense, random arrangement of fibers in the HEPA filter assist in catching a range of particle sizes. As air flows through the air filter, they are caught by three mechanisms which include: interception, impaction, and diffusion.

Diffusion takes place in a HEPA filter when the gas molecules are less than 0.1 microns combine and are prevented from passing through the filter. This delay will then assist in the next two mechanisms to transpire for those smaller more difficult particles to catch. Interception involves particles moving up and down the air stick to a fiber. Lastly, impaction takes place when the larger air particles are embedded directly into the fibers.

 

Why You Need an Air Purifier with a HEPA Filter in Your Home!

Start off the new year with being more conscious about your environment at home. Ensure that it is not only safe from outside dangers but the ones inside that we take for granted every day. With Equator’s Portable AC 162, keep the air in your pure and regulated. Packed with 4 functions (air-conditioner, heater, dehumidifier, and air-purifier), this portable appliance is one-of-a-kind. Perfect for tiny-homes or RVs, this product is meant to be convenient with its freestanding capabilities and wheels, to move from room to room if needed.

Temperatures can get as low as 61°F and as high as 89.6°F and can reach up to 800 square feet. Additionally, the PAC 162 has Wi-Fi and remote capabilities, easy-to-read LED display, sleep mode, dual-hoses and so much more for your convenience. Lastly, the PAC 162 is produced with a HEPA filter to ensure your space receives pure clean air. This unit is ETL certified for your safety and backed by a 1-year warranty. Shop with Equator today and add some innovative, green, and safe appliances to your home or business.

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How to Maintain Your Wallpaper After Professional Installation

Wallpaper can completely transform the look of a room, offering a wide range of styles, textures, and colors to enhance your home’s décor. Once you've invested in professional Wallpaper Installation Service, it’s essential to care for it properly to ensure it stays beautiful and lasts for years. With proper maintenance, your wallpaper can retain its pristine appearance and continue to elevate your living space. In this blog, we’ll share expert tips on how to maintain your wallpaper after professional installation to keep it looking fresh and vibrant.

Allow the Wallpaper to Settle After your wallpaper has been professionally installed, it’s important to allow it time to settle and fully adhere to the wall. This initial curing period can take anywhere from 24 to 48 hours, depending on the type of wallpaper and adhesive used. During this time, avoid touching the surface or placing any heavy items against the walls to prevent any damage to the wallpaper. Tip: Keep the room well-ventilated and avoid excessive heat or humidity during the settling period, as these factors can affect the adhesive.

Dust Regularly Regular dusting is one of the most important aspects of wallpaper maintenance. Dust and dirt can accumulate on the surface over time, dulling the finish and making the wallpaper look worn. To keep your wallpaper looking its best, use a soft, dry microfiber cloth to gently dust the surface. Tip: If your wallpaper has a textured or raised surface, use a vacuum cleaner with a soft brush attachment to carefully remove dust from hard-to-reach areas.

Clean Spills Immediately Accidents happen, and sometimes your wallpaper may get splashed or stained. If this happens, it’s essential to clean the spill as soon as possible to prevent it from leaving a permanent mark. For washable wallpapers, use a damp cloth and mild soap solution to wipe the affected area. Tip: Always blot the stain rather than rubbing it. Rubbing can push the stain deeper into the wallpaper or cause the surface to become damaged. Be sure to test a small hidden area first to ensure the cleaner doesn’t cause any discoloration.

Avoid Excessive Moisture While some wallpapers are washable or water-resistant, too much moisture can still damage the wallpaper over time. If you have wallpaper in a high-humidity area like a bathroom or kitchen, consider using a dehumidifier to reduce the moisture in the air. Ensure the area is well-ventilated to prevent mold or mildew from forming. Tip: If you live in a particularly humid climate, opt for wallpapers designed for damp areas, like vinyl or moisture-resistant wallpapers, for added protection.

Protect from Direct Sunlight Although wallpaper can withstand sunlight better than some other wall finishes, direct exposure to sunlight can cause the colors to fade over time. To maintain the vibrancy of your wallpaper, consider installing curtains or blinds to block out direct sunlight during peak hours. Tip: If you have large windows or a room that gets full sunlight, choose wallpapers with UV-resistant coatings to prevent fading and protect the colors.

Check for Peelings or Bubbles Sometimes, wallpaper edges or seams may start to lift, or air bubbles can form. While this is less likely with professional installation, it can still happen with time. If you notice any bubbling or peeling, contact your wallpaper installer or a professional to fix the issue promptly before it becomes more serious. Tip: If you see any peeling edges, gently press them back down with a clean cloth and some wallpaper adhesive. Be careful not to damage the wallpaper or the wall surface when doing this.

Avoid Heavy Scrubbing or Abrasive Cleaners When cleaning your wallpaper, avoid using harsh chemicals, abrasive scrubbers, or sponges that can scratch or damage the surface. Stick to gentle, non-abrasive cleaning products that are safe for wallpaper. Tip: For stubborn stains, consider using a wallpaper cleaning solution specifically designed for your wallpaper type, as it will be gentle yet effective.

Reapply Wallpaper Paste if Necessary Over time, the adhesive on your wallpaper may begin to lose its grip, especially if you live in a humid environment. If you notice the wallpaper coming loose at the edges, you can carefully lift the wallpaper and reapply a small amount of wallpaper paste. Smooth it back into place to secure it once again. Tip: If you’re unsure about how to reapply paste, or if the wallpaper is coming loose in large sections, it’s best to consult a professional installer for repairs.

Avoid High-Traffic Areas Although wallpaper can be durable, areas of your home that experience heavy foot traffic, such as hallways or near doors, are more likely to incur wear and tear. If possible, try to avoid placing furniture or objects that could cause friction against the wallpaper. Tip: Use wall protectors or corner guards in high-traffic areas to prevent damage to the wallpaper, especially if you have children or pets.

Schedule Regular Professional Inspections To ensure your wallpaper remains in top condition, consider scheduling a professional inspection every few years. A wallpaper expert can check for any signs of damage, moisture buildup, or loose seams, and make repairs if necessary. Tip: If your wallpaper is aging or starting to show signs of wear, a professional touch-up or replacement can help maintain the overall aesthetic of the room. Conclusion Maintaining your Wallpaper Installation Service doesn’t have to be a difficult task. With regular care and attention, your wallpaper can continue to brighten your home and impress visitors for years to come. By following these simple maintenance tips, such as dusting regularly, cleaning spills promptly, and protecting from excessive moisture and sunlight, you can preserve the beauty of your wallpaper and enjoy its lasting appeal. If you’re unsure about any maintenance tasks or encounter problems like peeling or bubbling, it’s always best to contact your wallpaper installer for professional advice and repairs. With the right care, your wallpaper will continue to be a stunning feature in your home for years to come.