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lurkerwithcomputer · 4 years ago

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WIP Thursday

Nah, that doesn't roll of the tongue the same, does it? A day late I may be, but here's a WIP that's slowly progressing. Some teenage Kouta/Eri, with LoV !Eri.

The rain pours down, turning the dark night blurry as water runs down the window. He can kinda appreciate how the city looks, beyond his window, like one of those moody urban paintings Aunt Shino is probably tired of him putting up in his room. She's one to talk, with the traditional-style paintings of mountains and forests on every surface.

There's a knock on his window and the creak of the outside air duct. He looks over to see a very familiar face looking back. White hair glistens from the inside of her dripping hood. Her jacket might be water-resistant, but it's not a raincoat. It's not meant for what's coming down, but at least it isn't cold outside.

He hops to his feet and yanks the window open.

Fuck, I'm glad Aunt Shino's not home tonight.

"Eri? Holy shit, come in, you're soaked! Just hold on..."

He reaches out with his Quirk, to grasp the water that's dripping off her before it can get all over his floor. Controlling water is trickier than just spraying water with his Quirk, especially when he has to pull it out of fabric, but it doesn't take him that long to have a blob of water suspended between his hands. It floats in the air, jiggling like a dirty gray amoeba of rainwater and gunk. He shoves it out the window, in the same motion as he slams it shut. Free of his control, the water blob drops out of sight.

"Motherfucker!"

Eri looks up, smirking, from wiping her feet with a rag - he keeps them in his room and says it's for wiping junk food off his fingers, which isn't a lie. Technically.

The muffled, snarling yell from below, in the alley under his window, is vaguely familiar. Kouta's heard that voice somewhere before, but his recognition runs dry tonight. Eri's slightly cracked giggling tilts him over, from trying to place the voice to laughing until he can't breathe. Although, he does feel a little bad for whoever just got soaked.

"Oh shit, Dabi's gonna bitch about that for days!" she wheezes.

His laughter stops cold, along with his blood in his veins. Eri seems unconcerned by this piece of information, still giggling.

"Dabi? That Dabi? Did I just fuck up real bad?"

"Relax, Kouta, he's not gonna do anything except be saltier than usual."

He's not entirely reassured, but he'll take Eri's word for it. She shrugs out of her Quirk-dried jacket and Kouta feels a whole new wave of concern wash over him. Her forearms are viciously scabby, scratched to hell like she's shoved her arms into a blender made of fingernails. Her own fingernails, to be precise. Her permanent eyebags have gone deep enough to hide a body or two in them. He knows what she looks like when she's stressed out.

Yeah, she needs this. Those meat-grinder arms don't lie.

"What do you wanna do?"

"Watch something mindless, eat junk food... and sit really close to you. It's that kinda night and that kinda week."

After getting hot pockets, a big bowl of chips, some peach soda, and plugging his laptop into his big screen, this is honestly shaping up to be pretty relaxing. They sit on his bed with a heap of pillows behind them. The crumbs they're gonna get on his blankets are Future Kouta's problem. He leans back against her, because even though he's filled out and grown some muscle, she's grown taller instead. She wraps her arms around his ribs and rests her chin on his shoulder. He swears that a darkly metallic tang rises off her ragged forearms.

His brain chooses that moment to change his attention from the re-runs of an old knife-making show to being very aware of Eri. The way he can feel her body heat through her worn-thin T-shirt. The way she's soft against his back, despite how lean she looks. He's a teenager and he likes her. Yes, that kind of likes her. Sue him.

She brings one hand up to play with his hair.

And her hands are nice. Even if most people's definition of "nice hands" doesn't include scars and callouses, mine does.

Her hand in his hair brings her forearm right up next to his face. Where he can see her scars in too-close detail, old ghost-pale needle marks and methodical, even cut lines. Where he can feel the roughness of her raw, fresh scabbing, and the metallic scent of her self-injuries seeps into his nose. This close he can see something else, beneath more layers of old scars than someone their age should have. Etched on her skin like a fingerprint are pearly, geometric swirls, like Damascus steel, like a pattern-weld.

He shakes off the rather disturbing concept of pattern-welded skin as her other hand joins the first in his hair.

As her touch on his scalp grows firmer he melts into her, and she in turn melts into the pile of pillows, until both of them are far enough back to be staring at the ceiling instead of the screen. He's too deep in the sensations of being close to her to register the sound of the show as anything more than background noise. Her breathing, soft and steady, and slowing as she relaxes too. Her warmth, soaking into him through worn-out fabric. The rub and scratch of her fingers on his scalp, soothing him, melting him further. Her scent, vanilla and lime shampoo, and the dried blood from her arms.

He wonders, distantly, if not being bothered by that particular scent says something about him.

There's an impulse that's been building up while her arm has been right next to his face, next to his lips. It's grown like drops feed into trickles, give rise to rivers, come spilling forth as waterfalls.

He presses a kiss to her pale, scarred and scabby skin, on the underside of her arm. It gives him warm tingles, even as it stains his lips with the taste of stale, sour salt and iron. Above and over his shoulder, there's an inquisitive hum, and her quiet, low, raspy voice. An odd voice for a teenage girl, but it's easy on his ears, like the sound of surf on sand.

"Hmmm. Hey, do that again," she says, soft but eager in a way that's hard to place.

He does, again and again, and the slow-drip buildup of salted rust in his mouth is surprisingly heady, when mixed with the slow scratch of her fingers on his scalp. It's only when he loses track of how many kisses he's left, that he realizes he's tracing the lines of her scars and scabs, rubbery and rough on his lips. Eri's breath ghosts over his neck as she hums again, deeper, from her chest.

Dry, chapped skin presses against the spot where his neck meets his shoulder. He can feel her lips curl up into a smile.

There's a sudden warm pinch.

He flinches and shivers, but not in a bad way - his face heats up and his pulse quickens.

"Um. Did you just bite me?"

"Was it bad?"

"It wasn't bad. Just... a surprise. But I think I like it," Kouta replies, and if his face didn't feel too warm before, it does now.

Eri gives that raspy giggle he's grown to like so much, the one that flows over his ears like the swish of waves. Her lips brush the back of his shoulder again, and one hand leaves his hair to pull the neck of his t-shirt aside. He can't help but lean into the sensations - the texture of her scarred, calloused fingers, the scrape of her teeth, her chapped lips, the warmth of her mouth on him.

He works his way up her arm, trailing kisses, until he has to shift position. It pulls Eri's mouth away from the back of his neck, where he's sure there will be plenty of incriminating hickeys, and a few bite marks, later.

He rolls over to face her, eye to eye. She wordlessly leans back into the side of his neck, chapped lips meeting skin, fingers tangling in his hair again. He follows suit, and her neck goes from cool and damp with residual rainwater, to warm and damp with a hint of her sweat, and probably his saliva, given the hickeys he's leaving.

"Mmmmm... this is much better than stewing," she mumbles from just below his ear.

That takes him out of things just a little, but... but it's probably good that she seems ready to spill whatever's stressing her out.

He sucks one last mark, in the middle of her throat, right above her collarbones, and then rolls off her. He looks her in the eye, briefly, and something flows between them, even if neither knows what.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"I... well. Yeah. It's really Not Okay. I'm Not Okay over it."

Eri sucks in a breath.

"Kouta, they," she swallows audibly and her eyes turn wet, "The HPSC is trying to pressure the government to turn off power and water in neighborhoods that refuse their authority."

His blood flows like ice water in his veins, even as aimless fury boils in his chest. No, not aimless - but where is he gonna point it when society itself is what he's angry at?

Too big of a target. Like I'm trying to defeat an elephant with a sharpened popsicle stick.

He knew something was up - Aunt Shino has been making some dark expressions when she thinks she's alone, and when she got drunk last week she ranted a lot about the HPSC being "disgraceful bastards" without actually saying much about what's going on.

Now that he knows what the problem is, Kouta's pretty sure his choice of words is closer to "Extremely Fucked Up".

His more immediate problem is that he's got no idea what the fuck to say to Eri right now. Comfort has never been his strong suit, for all his experience with being scared and hurt, angry and alone. What he does understand is feeling the need to immediately do something about it.

Eri answers this question for him.

"That's not the really fucked up part," she says, and even though her voice is quiet he can hear her seethe, "it's that they've already started doing it."

"I don't know what to say to that," he says, because he might as well be honest, "That it's horrible, they shouldn't be doing this, I hope it makes human rights people step up their game, that it makes me despise society even more..."

A thought that's been bubbling up slowly, the more he's gotten to know her, washes over him now.

"I guess I get where villains are coming from. The ones who look at society and want to burn it all down, I mean," he says.

Eri stares at him, her eyebags made more prominent by how her blood-red eyes widen.

#lurker writes #WIP #LoV Eri #eri #izumi kouta

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squidsqwag · 2 years ago

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HELLO hell yeah something to wake up my brain with

fav color: turquoise and salmon .. so pretty im gonna eat it

fav food: this is very specific but the macaroni at crackerbarrel will always be my favorite thing ever

relationship status: single falls to my hands and knees

song stuck in my head: amoeba - clairo MY BRAIN IS DETERIORATING FROM THIS SONG ITS SO GOOD

last thing googled: “stages of grief” I WAS TRYING TO MAKE A JOKE AND I COULDNT REMEMBER HELLPPP

time rn: 8:00ammm

dream trip: whatever museum those stupid fucking fraggles are in i WILL see them with my eyes

smth i want: i want to kiss hot women on the lips

YOU DONT HAVE TO DO THIS OBVIOUSLY BUUUUT @risswm @rraspberry-reblogs (tagging ur rb account so this doesn’t clog up ur main) @iwatofu

Rules: Tag 10 people you want to get to know better.

Thanks for the tag @fangirl-couch-potato and @quakeismyhero!

Relationship status: single.

Favourite colour: cornflower blue.

Favourite food: lasagna,

Song stuck in my head: Beat It by Michael Jackson.

Last thing I googled: lattice structures chemistry.

Time: 12:58 am.

Dream trip: India and China.

Something I want: to get good grades on my finals.

No pressure tagging: @brekker-by-brekkerr, @bigbendyhorns, @likea-black-widow-baby, @thezegendofzelda, @maybeimart, @fentasticallyconfuddled, @antoinetriplettsupremacy, @melina-melinda, @just-a-latina-fangirl and @rejectofsociety!

#🦑rb

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mywebfoot · 7 years ago

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Suspicious Partner fanfic

So, wow, it was in there after all. All it took was a prompt from anon. Tonight, I opened up the piece I wrote and asked myself… why am I struggling with it? Why does it sounds so stilted, like I am trying too hard. Isn’t Noh Ji Wook a beloved character?…. and no, the answer was no. For the first time, I want to write the female lead. There’s something about Eun Bong Hee that I adore. She’s real, she’s droll and she’s witty, mostly at her own expense. So here is my version of her. Nam Ji Hyun is perfect in this role, and I believe she inspired this fic.

Thanks for waiting! Have fun!

Title: That Man. These Eyes. Description: Eun Bong Hee’s point of view, from her confession to the day after. Spoilers up to Ep 13.

“I like you.”

Was that my voice? It didn’t sound like it. Most days, my voice sounds like a dignified chicken, I like to think. That voice I just heard? It sounds like a howling amoeba. If an amoeba could howl. Amoebas have one cell. One cell to think, eat and poop with. One cell to lust after the boss with.

So no. That couldn’t have been me.

That was me.

Now, it’s also me, awkwardly standing where I’ve launched myself in his arms, waiting for him to get over his shock. Come on, come on. This is the part, Lawyer-nim, where you say Great, yeah, let’s do the horizontal tango, Aegi-ya.

No?

Silence is an awful thing. It’s the thing that fills the space between plea and judgement, between sentencing and when the guard moves to take you away into jail. I should just spend the silence enjoying the chance to be close to him. I can smell his cologne. It tickles my nose whenever he walks by my desk. The scent always slithers up into my brain, and slips down to zing my woman bits to full attention. I should report inhumane work conditions. Especially at the end of a long day, like now, it’s mixed in with his personal scent - some sweat, some breezy ocean, and all bedsheets-wrapped naked man.

“Don’t… like me.”

Squish. Sound of a flattened amoeba.

I can’t breathe. Something blows up in my chest, taking up all the space in there, squeezing my heart, shoving my stomach down, down, down. I step back. I leave his arms. I try to breathe but that thing inside keeps growing. It’s compressing my lungs. I can only pull in tiny, short gasps. It sounds very much like hitching sobs.

At least I have no tears. This is good. I can hold it in.

Ok.

If I can hold it in, I’m still in control. If I am in control, I can think. He said no. Well, he’s put the amoeba where it belongs, for a lifetime sentence in Solitary Confinement.

Ha. Lawyer love joke.

Lawyer. I’m a lawyer. Lawyers can plea bargain.

“I don’t regret liking you,” I croak. Great. No dignified chicken here.

“I’ll deal with my feelings…. but…”

His beautiful eyes go carefully blank. He thinks I’m going to beg. All I really want is to run away, but honestly, what do I have to lose anymore?

“Can I ask for one favour?”

He looks horrified, but I plough on. That thing in my chest expands.

“Just… just one more hug…” I try for one last gasp of air.

“…before…,” I choke out, because I don’t want to say it’s the end.

He pulls me close. I put my arms around him. Just one more second. For courage. One more second. I press closer, because, curse my chicken heart to hell and back, it feels so right. I just don’t touch him with my hands. I have control. The time for no more touching has started.

I pull back. Turn. And escape.

***

My eyes. They feel like balls of pork gristle on a blackened barbecue pan the day after the drunken party.

In the bathroom mirror, one eyeball is red-streaked. Medium rare with a crusty edge, I judge. The other eyeball I have not seen since I woke up. My right eyelid is glued shut with dried tears.

At least I won’t have two eyes to look at the deranged birds nest that is currently my hair.

I turn on the tap. Warm water flows out and I bypass the ladylike cupping of hands and stick my head under the stream of water. I stay there. That way I can say that it’s only warm water on my face, and not fresh tears.

Water is medicine, as Omma says.

Later, the shower fixes my hair and gives me life. It doesn’t solve my swollen eye problem though, and I will NOT have That Man see them. I may have thrown my pride away last night, but it came slinking back overnight with its tail between its legs. I let it back in, because I missed it.

What I need is in the kitchen. Ice. But, out there lies the big, bad hunk who said no.

I crack open my room door. That Man must still be peacefully snoozing the morning away. I scuttle to the freezer, and wrench it open, then stick my head into the freezer, far deeper than it needs to be. Just in case he pops up.

There’s no ice. Actually there isn’t much left in the freezer. It’s been cleaned out, which is strange. That Man usually has food for weeks. The ice tray has nothing in it. Lawyer Byun, that old geezer ‘forgot’ to refill it again, I guess. I briefly consider just leaning my eyes against the cold plastic, but hurriedly discard that idea. Who knows what meat bacteria I will be pressing onto my eyelids.

I pull my head out again to do a quick check to see if he’s anywhere, but the house remains blissfully quiet. He must have had a good night’s sleep after ramming through my hopes. After slaughtering my dreams and staking them on a post as a warning to all women who dare enter these gates…

I see the spoons in the drying rack at the sink. An idea pops up between my violent fantasies. That should work.

***

Of course, it works.

Of course, That Man sees me wielding spoons like a broken-hearted, crazy woman.

“It’s good for swollen eyes from sleeping too much,” I blurt. Great excuse, Bong Hee, I congratulate myself. Brilliant mind, you have.

He doesn’t buy it. Then he does the Thing.

He gets kind. He offers me a cool cloth, and scuttles to get it. Like he cares. Like he gives a damn what happens to me. How dare he be kind. It’s the worst treatment for the open, weeping wound that is my heart. It’s grating, harsh, and tears open the tender new scabs I have.

I didn’t know I could get this furious this fast. I feel this wave of lava, rising, swelling upwards and spilling out of my mouth in a fiery snap.

“Don’t.”

At least I clench my jaw fast enough to stop the rest of the fury. I want to yell and curse. I am not sure where I find this well of calm, but I reach for it and it steadies me. It helps me explain.

“Don’t. Don’t be kind. It doesn’t help.”

To his credit That Man tries. He reaches for the time when we were strangers. He even finds the right tone. It hurts, but it’s the right one - cold enough, distant enough.

“Are you still staying here in the kitchen?”

I should congratulate him for trying, too. I will, once I get over that tone.

I’ll put a memo on my desk.

END

#suspicious partner #nam ji hyun #eun bong hee #ji chang wook #no ji wook

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weirdpaul · 7 years ago

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Every Band I’ve Ever Seen Live!

Abdominal Snowmen

Abysme

Action Camp

The Afghan Whigs

Alabaster Box

Alan Astor

Alaska

Algebra Suicide

Align Alike

Allegheny Rhythm Rangers

Allies

Alpha Control Group

Alzo Boszormenyi

AM/FM

America Hearts

Amoeba Knievel

Anita Fix

Annie and the Bombers

An Offhand Way

The Anti-Psychotics

The Antiques

The Antiquities

The Aquabats

Assassinate Caesar!

Atom and His Package

Atomic Mosquitos

ATS

Auk Theater

Automatic Matty P

Aydin

Baby Bird

Baby Shakes

Bad Fathers

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BaggyPantsRich

Bald Mountain Band

The Bassturd

Bastard Bearded Irishmen

The Bastards of Fate

Bastro

Bat Zuppel

The Beagle Brothers

Beard Science

Bearsuit

Beasters

Beat Happening

The Bedspins

Ben Blanchard

Bennett-Blanchard

The Benquick

Big Mouth Strikes Again Billy Castle

Billy Catfish

The Billy Nayer Show

Birdcloud

Birthday Suits

The Blandinas

Blast Off 3.0

The Bloated Sluts

Bloodbaby

Bloodless Cooties

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Blue Oyster Cult

Blue Skies Collapse

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Bobby Conn

James Bogacz

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Boom River

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Bottomless Pit

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Bradford Reed and the Amazing Pencilina

Brain Handle

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Brass Panda

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Brewer's Row

Broke Boland & the Dirty Pickles

Brown Angel

BS2000

Buddy Nutt

The Bumps

The Burndowns

Burning Cacti

Burnout War Cry

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Butthole Lipstick

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Candy Machine Guns

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Catnip Coma

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Charlie Slick

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Drink Tax

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Ed's Redeeming Qualities

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'85 Flood

El Boxeo

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The Emergency

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Endless Mike and the Beagle Club

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Eric and the Electric MP3 Player

Erika Carey & the Calamities

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Estelle

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Everyone Everywhere

Evolution Control Committee

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Face Down in Shit

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Fezzwig

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The Fireworks

First Into Space

First Jason

First Person Singular

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Flaming Lips

The Fletch-heads

Flotation Device

Flotilla Way

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The Forbidden Five

Forgotten Nobody

Four Dead Flowers

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Four Seasons Boys

Frank Barone

French Toast

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Gary Musisko

Gary Twoman

Gentleman Auction House

George Willard

German Shepherd Ghost Road

Gil Mantera's Party Dream

Girl Talk

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The Goblins

The Goonies

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Grand Buffet

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Granola Explosion

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Instead of Sleeping

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Meltdown

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Bill Merante

The Meridians

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Mortis

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The Motorpsychos

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Mr. T Experience

MSC

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Murphy's Law

Mustache Required

Mutant Mountain Boys

My Boyfriend the Pilot

My Captain, My Sea

My Dad is Dead

My Niece Denise

My Prodi

My Sexiest Mistake

My Superhero

The Name of This Band is Not Talking Heads

Nanako

Narse

Byron Nash and Plan B

Nathaniel Seer

The National Rifle

Nautical Almanac

The Need

Negative Reaction

Neighbors

Neil Hamburger

Nest

The New Alcindors

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Nicholas Megalis

Night and the City

Night Shall Eat These Boys and Girls

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Nosotros

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O.C. Feef

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Octopus, Inc.

Odin Heed and the Headwinch

Ohmu

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On Vinyl

Only Flesh

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PAK

Paleface

Pam Hanlin

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Parvulus Infectus

Patrick Elkins

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Paul Kotheimer

Paul Labrise and the Trees

Paul Lynde 451

Paul Tabachnek

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Pete Donnelly

Pfunkt

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The Phone Calls

Phred Rainey

Piasa

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Quaranteened

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Reason and Eos

Red Vs. Black

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Refried Boogie

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The Rhodora

Rick Bach

River Is To Train

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Xylen Roberts

Robin Vote

Rocket From the Tombs

Rocketsled

The Roger 6

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Rollins Band

Rot Shit

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Round Black Ghosts

Royal City

The Ruins

Run DMC

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Sad Tropics

Salt Chuck Mary

Sam Goodwill

Samuel Locke Ward & The Boo Hoos

Santa Inferno

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Scandal

Science is Dead

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Scott Fry

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Seas We Fear To Sail

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Secret Paper Moon

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Sick Ridiculous and the Sick Ridiculous

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Superchunk

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Take No Damage

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They Might Be Jerks

Thin Sketch

Things That Aren't There Anymore

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.38 Special

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lurkerwithcomputer · 4 years ago

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WIP Monday???

Apparently I can't wait for Wednesday, so here it is. More WIP content for something I never did post officially, because there are no actual finished chapters for it.

Teenage Eri/Kouta, with LoV!Eri to make things interesting.

He hops to his feet and yanks the window open.

Fuck, I'm glad Aunt Shino's not home tonight.

"Eri? Holy shit, come in, you're soaked! Just hold on..."

"Motherfucker!"

Eri looks up, smirking, from wiping her feet with a rag - he keeps them in his room and says it's for wiping junk food off his fingers, which isn't a lie. Technically.

"Oh shit, Dabi's gonna bitch about that for days!" she wheezes.

His laughter stops cold, along with his blood in his veins. Eri seems unconcerned by this piece of information, still giggling.

"Dabi? That Dabi? Did I just fuck up real bad?"

"Relax, Kouta, he's not gonna do anything except be saltier than usual."

Yeah, she needs this. Those meat-grinder arms don't lie.

"What do you wanna do?"

"Watch something mindless, eat junk food... and sit really close to you. It's that kinda night and that kinda week."

His brain chooses that moment to change his attention from the re-runs of an old knife-making show to being very aware of Eri. The way he can feel her body heat through her worn-thin t-shirt. The way she's soft against his back, despite how lean she looks. He's a teenager and he likes her. Yes, that kind of likes her, sue him.

#bnha #my fanfic #lurker writes #LoV Eri #izumi kouta #dabi

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nerajaana · 3 years ago

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Lol ok then, I’m not gonna apologise for the lengthy med jargon.

Regarding the effects of extreme weather on chronic conditions- it does have an impact, but not as severe as google would make you think. Unless they’re out getting exposed to the worst of the weather it shouldn’t be having a significant impact on their preexisting conditions. For example, extreme heat is linked with asthmatic attacks because of higher incidence of wildfires, which in turn increases the air pollution and that affects the asthmatics. Low humidity, whether hot or cold, means drier nasal cavities so increased incidence of respiratory infections.

As for the effects of heat itself, how acclimatised one is to the weather is an important factor. Sudden weather changes make a significant difference: if i were to move to a different climatic zone that I’m not adapted to, my immune system will be weakened for a short while, until it’s adjusted to the new environment. Which is why the heat surges and uncharacteristic drops in temperatures create so much havoc. Exposing yourself to the worst of it by not taking adequate measures will obviously have an impact irrespective of how adapted you are - I was referring to the whole uv rays damaging your dna and skin changes and skin cancers thing in my earlier response when I mentioned that people must’ve adapted over generations to the environment. Do a quick google search and see which countries have the highest incidence of skin cancers, you’d get my point.

Common folk would deal with health issues in every kingdom, and I doubt they’d have perfect skin whether in Dorne or the North. Or hell, even Reach for that matter. Farmers have to deal with nasty fungi and parasites, especially in the medieval periods where sewage system and overall hygiene practices weren’t at their best. Weather extremities wouldn’t be that high in the list of hurdles they have to overcome in order to maintain a healthy enough life.

Coming to Elia, given that she’s a month premature, it’s likely that she must’ve dealt with mild asthma and hampered physical growth due to inability to gain/maintain ideal weight. And given Doran’s gout, the chances of Elia suffering from chronic hemolytic anemia are pretty high. Frailness, delicate health, long periods of bed rest post partum hint towards it.

Yeah google’s free but med school wasn’t, inspite of the full ride scholarship. Eh, well. And since we’re sharing personal experiences because otherwise the opinions would remain invalid- I’ve lived in semi arid region all my life. Where the average temperatures soar above 45 degrees for at least a third of the year and you can’t wear anything less than a whole ass fOrmAL indian outfit to the teaching hospital where there’s no air conditioning while being expected to run around the entire campus out in the sun. And bruh, it’s not bacteria that eat your brain, they’re amoebae. Of course, there are prions too but they’re not bacteria either. And tuberculosis is worse in those who’s immune system’s taken a hit- because of corticosteroid therapy or long standing viral infection like HIV that specifically target one’s immune system or inherited immune disorders or they’re diabetic or because they’re elderly. Cold weather, low af humidity aggravates tuberculosis which is already active, latent tuberculosis is a whole another topic- pls don’t blame the rainy weather.

Was thinking about an awful heat wave my city had in 2017 and started to wonder about how sheltered Elia's life must have been due to the harsh reality of living in a desert.

Long-term exposure to heat can exacerbate pre-existing chronic conditions. It can cause heat exhaustion, which can lead someone to feel faint or dizzy, feel nauseous and have muscle cramps.

If exposed to the sun for too long, there's always sun poisoning and the fact that UV radiation AFFECTS YOUR DNA????? BRO WHAT THE FUC--

The poor small folk of Dorne tho. I imagine skin cancer and just looking older (due to the sun damaging and aging the skin) is as common for them as frostbite is in the North :/

Also the Dornish nights are cold, considering it's a desert. I can see the winter nights in Dorne being particularly harsh (I wonder if they have fireplaces in the bedrooms for such occasions? Might brainstorm about it later), which wouldn't help Elia at all, considering the cold weakens your immune system.

If you think about it, the best region for her to live in was probably the Reach. It's warm, but not overly so, and the nights probably aren't cold.

Perhaps maybe even one of the castles on the Dornish mountains? Tho I'm not sure because it could be too cold, considering how altitudes work, realistically speaking. It is ASoIaF tho so you can never know how much they'll follow reality 🤣

#and good gods don’t lump me with the jonsas who take stanning elia martell to a whole new level I was simply responding to your post #i take greater offence with that than being called a bjtch thank you very much #asoiaf climate discourse #lol let’s have dietary discourse next #and let’s be real grrm would probably come up with some fantasy disease kinda prevalent in his world if asked about elia’s health

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