#even if she gets possessed by solver it’ll just go

[brahmenbones]

SHE CANT REACH THE TOP SHELF DAMMIT

[bigtittiecomitte]

Idea for a fanfic that’ll never happen bc I can’t write

I was thinking about a fic where it features the past, present AND future

Past:

It starts off with Nori as the main character, she was an ordinary worker drone just doing what she was commanded too until she has a sense of reality and decides to rebel by protesting against the humans. That’s when she meets Khan and they hit it off instantly, forming a relationship

Nori and Khan make the workers begin to hate the humans and soon they all rebel and have lives of their own. Khan and a few others build a little town for the workers, that includes a daycare where couples can have kids

Eventually Khan and Nori get married and have Uzi, living their lives until a few years later where Nori starts seeing visions of the future, she didn’t mind until she started activating her absolute solver

Nori kept this quiet, she started drawing pictures of her visions and begged for Khan to build a door

As Khan was doing this, Uzi was getting in trouble at school, biting people and just being herself (which people hates so much smh)

Nori and a bunch of others were sent to a lab after the humans found out, Nori and Yeva were already besties so while Yeva was freaking out about this, Nori was having the time of her life

Unfortunately Nori gained an enemy, Alice grrrr 🦭

Nori goes insane and begins destroying the lab, she helped Yeva out bc besties but left everyone there to be in despair

Afterwards one night the murder drones attack, the doors were not stable enough and people died, including Nori and Doll’s parents

Khan had to end Nori’s suffering, with a lot of guilt he goes back home, Uzi walking in and asking where Nori is, Khan giving no response

Present:

This takes place after Murder Drones, where N was able to help Uzi and stuff happened

Uzi is the main character this time. her and N begin living together after she finishes school

N works as a teacher for young drones, teaching them about dog breeds like the boss he is while Uzi helps the wdf with weapons and also makes cool prosthetics

Eventually N proposes which Uzi immediately said yes and they had a wedding Yippeeeee

Few years later, N and Uzi decide that they want kids so after surprising Khan he immediately sets them up for a baby who they name Biscuit (N’s idea)

Fun family time until N and Uzi decide they want two more kids so hey they get two more kids (I will stand for Colt and Akay until I die)

Nothing much rlly happens in the present, just N and Uzi starting their family life

Future:

This focuses on N and Uzi’s only daughter and youngest child, Akay

Akay is a lot like Nori in a way, a party girl who isn’t afraid to embarrass herself (thanks to having N as a dad)

Ever since she was born she had to cover up her tail (completely forgot to mention but I think that just so N doesn’t feel embarrassed or sadness for being the only drone with a tail, Uzi made a tail for Colt and Akay) just so she doesn’t hurt anyone with it

Akay met a drone who owns a gardening store with fake plants, Akay instantly fell in love with her and uh lesbians yahoo

Anyways in the future N and Uzi grow old (technically just Uzi but N wanted to grow old with her so he tried making himself look old)

Their kids have kids and life is good

UNTIL UZI DIES 😦😦

As Akay was going to go visit N, she sees N laying dead while holding Uzi, his body hot from overheating

N did leave a letter for his kids and gave them instructions on what to do yet

They gave a bunch of possessions to their kids and grandkids (including a book about how to make a disassembly drone tail bc why not they look cool)

Soon a funeral was held and N and Uzi were buried in one grave, no one dared to seperate them

Akay went on to make a book about her parents lives, sparing no detail

And hey thanks to N and Uzi, the doorman family is still growing strong even in idk 5000

Wasn’t that great? Too bad it’ll never be written hehehehehehehcudwpsjchsk

[vulpinmusings]

Letters from Buxcord #3 - Bayou Basilisk

Mystery 3 of my group Monster of the Week campaign (See Episodes 1 and 2 here) concluded last night, wherein we had a most unpleasant experience in the local bayou.

Samantha,

I’ve struggled over whether or not to write this letter for weeks, uncertain if it’s worth the effort if I can’t even send it or the previous ones to you.  I just decided to keep carrying on for two reasons: because I know you’ll want to know my stories once I return and I’ll appreciate having these letters on hand as notes, and because writing them will make me retain a hope of returning eventually.  

I make a promise, I will get back to Taryn.

I just don’t know if it’ll be through my own efforts.

So, why was I so down?  I went to see Madam Weaver to see if she was as informed as her note claimed.  She lives in a somewhat run-down part of Buxcord, but her own house is in great shape.  Weaver’s an older lady and definitely well attuned to the ways of magic, although I can’t quite place what her personal style is yet.  She gave me some insight into this universe’s magic, and apparently the streams are individually far more potent than I’m accustomed to using, so my issues are less a matter of mis-aligned Weaving than creating overloaded Weaves.  That’s going to take a fair bit of time to adjust to; I may have to unlearn everything I’ve assumed about the ratio of strings in a Weave to the power and versatility of spells.

It could also be a result of magic not being as widely used here as it is in Taryn or most of the ‘verses along the Chain, or part of the fallout of recent events. Madam Weaver told me that not too long ago, but before I arrived in this universe, there had been an explosion of magic on the scale of a uranium bomb which had caused a kind of “refreshing” of the magical energy in the world.  That wave I suffered through prior to the incident with the pig-faced murder ghost might have been an aftershock of that explosion; if so, it’s the first one to have occurred.

None of that is what distressed me though.  What did it was Madam Weaver’s knowledge of inter-universe portals.  To summarize, if I wanted to create a stable portal to Taryn from Buxcord, I would need to sacrifice something that originates from my destination universe. Something more… substantial than some of my cards or other personal possessions. I’d have to give up part of myself.  The only other option right now is to sit tight and wait for someone – be it Rubia or that skvetchte Raposinho that got me into this mess in the first place or our friends at the end of the Chain – to figure out how to pinpoint my location in the multiverse and cast a portal my way.  And that without any of you actually having this letter in front of you to inform you of my situation!

Also, “True Name” magic is apparently more than just a charlatan's facade for coercion techniques in this universe.  I haven’t had any reason to question my defenses against such things here yet, except for the fact that I did get mind-controlled that one time by a form of magic I still don’t fully grasp...

Bah re...

Might as well put what just happened into this letter, try to end it on a more upbeat note.

Although magic is not a commonly accepted reality around here, I’ve managed to establish enough of a reputation as a solver of problems to pull in enough money to afford the rent on an apartment.  You’d laugh to see how empty it is, but I at least managed to acquire a couch so I have somewhere soft to sleep.  A few days after moving in, I was awakened by a knock on my door.  It was a young man leaning on a cane, one of my new neighbors who goes by Rocky.  He asked me for my help in locating his missing twin brother, William, who had left the previous evening claiming a sudden need to test one of the new boats at Bayou Boating, and had not returned.  Always eager to be doing something, and needing a bit of a refresher to the finances, I set off immediately.

My first clue that things were going to be more interesting than a simple missing person’s case was bumping into the ever-uncanny Nollthep just outside Bayou Boating.  Once again, the fellow was on an errand for his mysterious boss, who wanted a mage to lend them a hand.

I must admit, I’m growing slightly suspicious of Nollthep.  Last time we worked together, he was seeking a Wiccan, and after the pig-face was dealt with I saw Penelope Clemonte’s name on the official list of its victims, when I know she was in perfect health.  Now, here Nollthep was looking for a mage and being very intent on the word “hand.”  Partly out of my ever-honest nature and partly out of a desire to try and protect any innocents, I volunteered that I am a mage.

We went inside the Bayou Boating storefront to find the last member of the unofficial “Buxcord Weirdness Magnet” trio, Lea, observing the company’s boss, Fitz, dressing down two of his employees over a missing boat.  When questioned, none of them knew where William was but were willing to believe he was responsible for the missing boat.  Fitz had already called in the police and was in a very bad mood, so it took a lot of fast-talk and at least one dose of Lea’s charm magic to convince him to let us go out into the bayou with another of his precious fan-driven boats.  He only agreed on the condition that one of the employees, Piper, came with us and drove the boat.

Nollthep, in his usual straightforward style, dragged poor Piper out to the boat and hacked the mooring rope apart before anyone could make a move to untie it properly.  As we started out, following the usual route used for testing new boats, Piper and Lea realized they knew each other from early childhood and spent a while catching up.  I didn’t pay them too much mind, being more focused on looking for signs of William and his boat.  I don’t recall what I said, exactly, but some comment I made to Nollthep’s rambling prompted him to pull out his own eyes and swap them around, much to Lea’s horror. Somehow, Piper failed to notice the trick. How Nolly’s managed to last so long with next to nobody suspecting him of not being human, I may never know.

As we drove by the second of many islands in the bayou, we spotted a boat upturned on the shore.  Piper brought us in for a closer look, but after a thorough search of the island we found no signs of William or any other human presence.  As we boarded our boat, I saw Rocky in the near distance in a small motor boat, so we went over to ask him what he was doing.  After all, he’d asked me to do the bulk of the foot-work.  As Piper was helping him onto our craft, Lea spotted something moving in the water and floored the accelerator, nearly knocking the rest of us off our feet, and ramping off the back of the 20-foot long python that was starting to breach the surface.  As she was not sitting in the driver’s chair, Lea’s control over the boat was lacking, and we ended up whirling around and crashing into the snake and throwing everyone but Rocky into the water.  Nollthep sank like a rock and stayed under for a few seconds before teleporting himself back onto the boat.  As for myself, I managed to call up a swell of water to shove the snake back long enough for Rocky to drive over to us. Nollthep locked eyes with the snake and froze for a crucial moment before throwing a handful of his exploding powder, buying enough time for Piper to get out of the water.  As Lea was trying to follow suit, however, the snake charged in and slammed the boat, launching Lea into the air, where she proceeded to defy gravity until Rocky hooked his cane around her ankle and pulled her in.

The snake – basilisk, rather, for that’s what I soon determined it was – tried to wrap me in its coils as I struggled toward the boat, but Nollthep caught it around the neck with his chain of handkerchiefs, freeing me to climb back aboard and give the basilisk a perfunctory fireball in the face. Piper took control of the boat and whipped us around to head back to the docks at speed.  The basilisk made chase as Nollthep threw his cards at it to try and convince it to leave.  It didn’t break off, though, until Rocky leaned against Nolly for balance, raised his cane, and channeled a beam of ice magic through it at the basilisk.

I do seem to be attracting all the local mages as hoped, albeit slowly and sporadically.

The police still hadn’t arrived when we returned, and Fitz was none too happy to learn we’d basically accomplished nothing of note.  William was still MIA, the stolen boat was still marooned, and there was skvetchte big snake swimming around Bayou Boating’s tour area.  Actually, the snake bothered him far less than it should have, since he declared he fully intended to open the tours in two days’ time as scheduled, man-eating snake or no man-eating snake.

As we stepped outside to discuss our next move, Nollthep unexpectedly blinked away for about a minute and returned with a white dove that took an immediate and insistent interest in me and Rocky.  Nollthep claimed the bird, which he called Sven, was a new friend, but he seemed nervous and more jittery than usual with it around.

I wanted to consult with Madam Weaver about how to deal with the basilisk, to confirm its weaknesses and find out where to obtain what we would need, but I was uncertain about introducing her to Nollthep just yet, so I convinced him and Lea to let me go alone.  The Madam informed me that basilisks are fatally allergic to weasel blood and griffon tears and that the lab that had produced the Santa-squatch and not-deer from back around Yuletide might be able to provide the materials.

When I returned to Bayou Boating, I found Lea yelling at Nollthep about him attempting to kidnap Rocky via teleport and misplacing the man.  The police had also arrived in my absence and Lea had barely managed to convince them there was a dangerous snake in the bayou, so they were waiting on Animal Control rather than heading out in their own boat.

After assisting Lea in brow-beating Nolly into teleporting around town to find Rocky, Lea and I made our way to the lab.  Nollthep popped into the lab well ahead of us, much to the annoyance of Professor Thomas, before rejoining us just outside and proceeding to annoy the professor again via the intercom.  I shoved Nolly aside and told the professor our reason for coming, and he invited Lea and me in.  Nollthep had to stay outside, as Thomas believed he’d done something bad to the former Professor Case.  So, that was another mark against Nolly…

As it turns out, Professor Thomas’s lab holds a wide variety of tissue and fluid samples from all kinds of creatures, mundane and Mythic, explaining where Case had acquired the materials to make his Christmas monsters.  Thomas handed over a vial of weasel blood without much comment, but was hesitant to give up his only sample of griffon tears, as he was hoping to use them to save the beasts from either current or eminent extinction.  We managed to come to an agreement: I could have the tears in exchange for bringing Thomas a sample from the basilisk, Nollthep, or both.  It was a fair enough deal.

Back at Bayou Baoting, Lea went inside to work her magic on Fitz so we could take a boat out again. While she was doing that, Nollthep got the bright idea of building a boat of our own using the wood from the docks.  He ripped out a good part of a pier before I managed to stop him, and he only did a half-baked job at fixing the damage, all the while twitching under the stare of the dove that I’m sure is not actually a dove which was still insisting on using me as a perch.

Lea came back with Piper in tow, and we launched back into the bayou.  As we neared the island where we’d found the basilisk the first time, Nollthep saw something hanging in a tree and swam over for a closer look.  As the boat drew nearer, I saw Rocky’s cane floating in the water, fished it out, and then looked up to see that it was Rocky himself stuck in the tree.  I tried to levitate him down, but I must have over-corrected for the power difference because the spell fizzled quickly.  Lea jumped out to catch Rocky and wound up floating under her own power again.  As I held out the cane for them to use to haul themselves back aboard, the basilisk’s head emerged from behind the tree and locked eyes with me.

Some say the stare of a basilisk is instant death, but I can say with authority that the Buxcord variety at least merely instills a partial paralysis.  Lea panicked and tried to fly away, dropping Rocky onto the boat and drawing the beast’s attention.  It lunged at her as Nollthep, who had teleported back to the boat, tried to hit it with his explosive powder and only succeeded in momentarily blinding everyone on board.

While I struggled to overcome the double disadvantage of sluggish muscles and abused retinas, the basilisk bit Lea in the leg and pulled her into the water. She she reacted by causing a nearby tree to slam into and ensnare the snake.  As Lea climbed aboard the boat, Nollthep lassoed the basilisk to try and pull it closer and I applied a Tangler to twist its head around for a dose of weasel blood and griffon’s tears.

Lea, in a panic and maybe a bit delirious from basilisk venom, attempted to fly away.  Nollthep pulled her back to the boat so he and Rocky could attempt first-aid. Nollthep revealed a rare moment of actual knowledge in attempting the method of sucking the venom out of Lea’s wounds, which he actually managed to do.  He then swallowed the venom, revealing the incompleteness of his knowledge.  Rocky’s contribution was to try and seal the bite wound with ice.

As this was going on, I was force-feeding the basilisk.  The weasel blood and griffon tears didn’t kill it immediately, but it still had a violent reaction. Convulsions and blood from the mouth, all that good “dying from the inside out” stuff.  Lea and I sped the process up via another tree slammed into the basilisk’s back and an explosive fireball to the head.

Meanwhile, Nollthep tried to expel the venom from his system as quickly as possible and shed around half his skin in the process, much to Rocky’s disgust.

I grabbed a floating chunk of basilisk from the water and bit of Nolly hide, figuring there was no sense in not giving Thomas both of the things he’d requested if they were both available.

Once we got back to shore, Rocky and Piper loaded Lea into a golf cart and took her to the hospital, adamantly denying Nollthep’s request to join them.  Once the two of us were alone, putting aside that creepy dove, I took the opportunity to lay out a long list of advice for Nollthep regarding his erratic, uncanny, and decidedly not-human behavior.  He thanked me for the input, and we went our separate ways.

I had pegged Nollthep for a non-human from the start, and that engendered a feeling of camaraderie with him, but I find myself starting to question the wisdom of treating him as an ally.  Even ignoring his version of normal behavior, which has grown harder and harder to excuse over the months, there have been two instances of people who Nollthep has shown high interest in and survived encounters with dangerous entities only to later come to harm.  Once is chance and twice is coincidence, but if something happens to Rocky or someone at Bayou Boating…

I’m not sure what I’ll do, yet, but it probably won’t end well.

So much for upbeat endings.

- Ash

[deatheld-blog]

𝙹𝙾𝙷𝙽 "𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺" 𝙰𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙻 has been spotted alive ! they must have come a long way from 𝙱𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙽, 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝚂. they’ve been with the group for 𝟷𝟶 𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙷𝚂, taking up the role as a 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁. the others have described them to be quite 𝙳𝙴𝙲𝙸𝚂𝙸𝚅𝙴, 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃, and 𝙶𝚄𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙴𝙳. if you take a look in their bag, you may find 𝙰 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙰𝚂𝚂, 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙽𝙴𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴, and 𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙷𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚈 𝙿𝚄𝙲𝙺.

𝙾𝙾𝙲. hello all! my name’s frankie, and i’m happy to be here! beneath the cut you’ll find an admittedly long bout of information about my boy. forgive me for any typos; it’s currently 1:30am as i write this! there are also some stats and connection ideas. if you want to plot, give this a like, or shoot me a message!

𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴. john “jack” adell. 𝙰𝙶𝙴. thirty-nine. 𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙽. boston, massachusetts. 𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁. cismale. 𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. bisexual. 𝙾𝙲𝙲𝚄𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. former enforcer for the ( fictional ) seattle expansion nhl team / current leader of the group. 𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃. choleric. 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙸𝚃𝚂. practical, focused, efficient, problem-solver, a skilled delegator, inflexible, gruff, demanding of loyalty, uncomfortable around emotion.

trigger warnings for mentions of alcoholism, implied abuse, and death.

𝙱𝙴𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴. before the apocalypse set in, john “jack” adell grew up in boston. he did alright in school academically, but his real love rested in the one thing that let him soothe his admittedly short temper: hockey. the minute that he got old enough to start fights, he began dropping the gloves. no opponent was too small, too big: if they got in his way, or fucked with one of the players on his team, it was almost a guarantee he’d poke and prod at confrontation. this ferocity carried him all the way to the pro league, and he settled into the role of an enforcer and grinder. his focus was less scoring goals and moreso establishing and increasing team morale in the face of adversity.

his short temper stemmed from a difficult home life, with an alcoholic mother separating from her family and taking his sister with her --- years later, jack would come to find that she had disappeared shortly thereafter, and his sister died from illness. jack’s father was a good man who worked hard his entire life, and it filled jack with pride when he paid off his dad’s mortgage with whatever small wealth he was able to sequester away. he took plenty of hits, whether it be to the head, the shoulder, the stomach, but that didn’t eliminate the fact jack was good at strategy. while making plays wasn’t his strong-suit, he knew how to put his head down and focus. where was an opponent’s weakness? what would goad them into striking first? who liked to showboat, and who threw the fastest punches? he did everything it took to secure his place in this newfound family: during games he was a beast. off the ice he became something of a mediator if the problem didn’t involve him. his door stayed unlocked during road trips if someone needed to talk about something, get a weight off their chest. he made sure guys who drank too much got home safe. a caretaker wasn’t a role jack would have ever seen for himself as a kid, but he found that it eventually made sense.

he became an assistant captain eventually once he focused less on fighting and more on racking up points, as recognition of his dedication and character. jack wasn’t an overly emotional man then, and he surely isn’t now, but he has good enough intentions and is willing to give trust so long that it isn’t used against him. burn him once and most people will find they’ll regret it; there’s truth in the warning not to bite the hand that feeds. his truly prized possessions -- the broken compass and old hockey puck -- are from his father and the first game he ever won during a professional game. he was heading back to boston to see his father when the world ended and the apocalypse broke out. once he realized he was well and truly stranded, his focus became on surviving, and eventually founded his own group of survivors he trusted.

𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁. jack’s ascension to leadership was rocky to say the very least. he’d survived for a while on his own, drifting between newly-formed groups of the living and dead. after a while he said “fuck it” more or less and started his own with two roadsters who had the same morals he did even in the apocalypse; they started off with three and gained plenty more. jack ended up becoming something of a natural leader in the same way he had with his team. he’d seen plenty and been just as scarred by the horrors the world tossed his way. it was only a month in that he truly started to warm up to the concept of being put in this position. two months in he had proved himself time and time again to be someone worth trusting; he settled easily into the role of both an enforcer and comforter. he was a man of few words but a good shoulder to cry on if necessary.

he also had a wide range of skills and wasn’t afraid to learn; sure, he could put anyone who tried to start a fight down with a couple of words, but he fired a decent enough shot after life-or-death-necessitated practice. killing someone isn’t easy, but if he puts it in the range of an ice-ring, just him and a thousand other undead opponents, it gets easier. he might not hold the best conversation, but he’s got an eye for planning ahead and is willing to listen if you’ve got something to say; his flaws are apparent, sure, but usually outweighed by his focus on survival and keeping as many people alive as he can. he’s terrified by how well he’s managed to make a place for himself in this new world, by the way violence has changed him, but it makes sense that there’s no other choice. there’s no way out of this besides ripping out throats in the same way there was no way to survive in the league without throwing heavy hits.

𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈. jack’s a former pro hockey player who focused less on scoring and more on winning fights. he’s a natural leader, if not quiet, and founded the group. over the course of two months he settled into this position fully, seeing that others looked to him for guidance. while he’s not personally good with emotion, he’s strategic, a decent sounding board, and willing to listen if someone has concerns. he doesn’t shy away from violence -- it’s usually his first reaction to something, although he’s more skilled in restraining that impulse now than he was in his youth. he doesn’t back down from a fight and will do anything to keep his newfound family alive, no matter what it takes from him.

𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳.

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝚆𝙾 𝚁𝙾𝙰𝙳𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂. these two would have been the first to join the small coalition it was when it first began. jack considers them to be his closest allies and trusts them as much as he did the first time he met them. they’re closer now than they’ve ever been and care about one another in equal measure -- although maybe they’re concerned by jack’s leaning towards brutality over negotiation on bad days. the details can definitely be worked out! 𝙾𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝙵𝙵 𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁. this character could be someone who’s been in the group about as long or longer than he has -- their small affair is very much touch and go, without many emotions mixed in, until suddenly there are, and jack doesn’t really know what to do with himself about it, and it’s awkward, and no one will talk about their feelings like fucking adults even though the world has ended and if there’s any time to grow up about this shit it’s now. 𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙵𝙻𝙰𝙼𝙴. jack, frankly, would have little to no interest at first in re-kindling anything here. he bounced around a lot during his years as a hockey player making money, and never settled in the way lots of people expect those of his age to, but he’d always been alright with that; he spent two or three years with this character somewhere in his late twenties to early thirties, and it died off in an ugly way after he took a hit that led to an almost career-ending concussion. maybe they’re new to the group and it’s a shock to encounter them here of all places. maybe they’ve been around since the start and are dancing around one another! 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳. what it says on the tin. they get along well enough, and whenever jack’s being an insufferable asshole, they pat him on the back and tell him to sit the fuck down. 𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙴. admittedly inspired by this gifset! i just want a relationship with a younger character that’s almost sibling-like in a way; jack has a lot to say and a lot of knowledge to pass on. 𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙾𝚁. jack’s a good leader, but he’s still got a lot to learn. whether it be medicinal skills or hunting or trapping or scouting, whatever this could possibly be, he’s open to listening and learning from someone who feels he might need to know more. 𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙰𝙻. they’ve duked it out before. they don’t like jack’s way of dealing with things in comparison to the other leader of the group. maybe a punch or two have been thrown in truly tense moments. they just flat out don’t get along, and there’s not a ton to do about it -- and jack likely hasn’t really tried, either. it’s ugly. maybe their differences will bond them together after a while, or maybe it’ll all come to a head.

[entirebodyexercise]

15 Breastfeeding Problems and How to Solve Them

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15 Breastfeeding problems as well as exactly how to solve them

My baby won't latch!

Skin to epidermis would certainly be your thing to do, states Millbrook,' Ont.-based lactation consultant Melisande Neal. It is much like a magic remedy for your non-latching infant (also aids With each other with various issues also). Get naked from the waist up, strip infant Right down to simply a Baby diaper, and make your self-comfortable in a semi-reclining place with the infant on Your torso. When Your Youngster prepares, he'll run to the breast and latch on. Also, aid expand your milk supply.

15 Breastfeeding troubles and how you can address them

He goes to sleep at the breast after a few mins. Is he even eating?

The most valuable wake-up-and-eat signal for the child is truly a mouthful of milk, and you also have the ability to Encourage your very own milk to stream from doing breast compressions. Only squeeze your Breast (carefully, probably not as well you get contusions) in between your thumb and fingers, Along with your baby will respond by sucking and swallowing.

15 Breastfeeding issues and also the best ways to solve them

Latching on hurts.

Pain whilst the infant latches on mean the infant isn't really becoming a substantial adequate mouthful of the bust at the start. Currently you are interested in obtaining the infant's mouth to be open as she bends on, with her chin pressed to your bust feeding in addition to her head tilted back so her nose is straight off from the breast feeding. Make sure that your hands aren't supporting her ideas, as that will secure versus an excellent move.

15 Breastfeeding problems and also how you can solve them

My nipples are pink, they harm in between feedings and also I feel shooting discomforts in my breasts.

The child may offer this illness on his mouth on his buttocks, for that reason you desire treatment. (Gentian violet is easily available in pharmacies, request a one percent option as well as remember it'll transform any garments or towel it rolls permanently purple. You shouldn't be surprised infant lips as well as mouth can come to be purple too) Your physician could even advise prescription medicines in case the gentian violet does not perform this trick.

15 Breastfeeding issues as well as how you can address them

This child is constantly nursing.

Babies have small intestines and also so they really do intend to load normally. Picture in instance you're asked to check your weight at the succeeding fifty percent a year, as the regular child is going to do. Exactly what could you've obtained to achieve? You would certainly consume a whole lot. Some mothers likewise give much less storage space capacity within their own busts, as well as while they generate lots of milk within twenty-four hours, your baby ought to eat typically to have adequate. In case the infant is otherwise gaining well, having at least a number of poopy baby diapers daily along with your nipples aren't aching, constant feedings might just be conventional for the infant. If the baby isn't acquiring well, acquire your doctor or family physician.

15 Breastfeeding issues and also how you can resolve them

The baby is gulping, choking as well as constantly seems picky at the bust.

Some moms produce more milk compared to their infants definitely require as well as regularly the milk Flows consequently fast as well as forcefully that the infant seems looking to drink from the Fire-hose. These babies regularly have frothy green poops too. A Handful of Techniques that might function: require to changing sides every a few minutes, to If That Isn't assisting, try exactly what's Named block feeding: Choose A block of time -claim, four hrs -and also every time the baby has to nurse throughout The Perfect bust will certainly become fairly complete, However this is the concept -the volume signifies the bust to develop much less milk. Then Change and also use one more bust for the following four hrs.

15 Breastfeeding troubles as well as how you can resolve them

My boobs are engorged and swollen.

This normally occurs when milk making increases around three days after an infant is born. Soreness as well as swelling could be even worse compared to average on the occasion that you 'd intravenous liquids during labor -you need to have edema (swelling because of fluid in the body) of your breast cells along with the extra milk.

15 Breastfeeding troubles and also how you can solve them

My nipples are cracked.

This Is not regular,' states Neal claimed She motivates mamas to attempt to boost Baby's drool. The Concern could be with all the body of infant's Mouth -as a circumstances, he can possess a limited frenulum that's restricting the Motion of the tongue that avoids an exceptional latch. Or You May Have an Ailment in your own bust which need to be medicated.

15 Breastfeeding troubles as well as the best ways to fix them

There's an actually tender location in my breast. Just what is it?

It could perhaps be a connected duct,' Neal states. There are whole lots of potential causes behind this, nevertheless, the treatment might coincide: have the Milk flowing within this field. Attempt to place the baby so that her eyebrow Factors in the direction of the tender region and also massage the breast feeding in this field as the Child registered nurses. If it continues, ask your midwife and even Physician about ultrasound treatments.

15 Breastfeeding problems as well as ways to address them

I have a painful, red place in my breast.

A connected air duct that's not dealt with or perhaps a split or damaged nipple area will certainly frequently become mastitis or perhaps a breast disease. Treat it just like a connected duct, with constant nursing, gentle massage therapy, and also warm. And get as much remainder as you possibly can. If there is no improvement in 24-HOUR, or if you establish a fever, you could have to see your medical professional or midwife for antibiotics.

15 Breastfeeding troubles and also how to address them

I observed a white dot on completion of my nipple area. It's truly sore.

That is described as being a milk bleb or milk blister,' states Neal. It's induced by layers of skin developing within a duct opening and additionally trapping milk sustaining it. It seems similar to there's simply a massive grain of sand or probably a sheet of glass stuck at the bust and it might absolutely hurt. Keep nursing and also attempt to massage the bleb out.

15 Breastfeeding problems and how you can solve them

My nipple areas turned white after I nursed my child. Now they're throbbing.

This vasospasm is induced by the sudden change in temperatures given that the nipple is transferred From infant's cozy mouth into the cold ambience (that the ailment can be understood as The blood spurts from this breast unexpectedly (causing the Whiteness as well as the worry).

15 Breastfeeding issues as well as the best ways to resolve them

The child spits up after every feeding. Is she consuming enough?

Numerous babies spew times, and a couple of spit a lot. If You've Obtained Over-active Let-down, your baby that are obtaining an excessive amount of milk which is one method he receives Rid of it. In case your baby is a happy spitter -that's, he awakened, however, does not seem hopeless and also advantages perfectly, but you shouldn't bother with Simply Keep a towel Convenient.

15 Breastfeeding issues and how you can fix them

My busts no more really feel full.

This usually happens somewhere between six to ten weeks and also mothers are usually worried that their milk production has actually faltered for a particular reason. Normally that it is excellent information,' Neal states. This suggests that your breasts have corrected to satisfy the real need of one's baby.

15 Breastfeeding issues and exactly how to resolve them

Oops! My kid is attacking my bust!

Most infants will certainly Inspect Their Teeth out or teeth in a While, claims Neal. Take into consideration pulling the baby in close so Your bust cubes his nose And he need to see take a breath, rather than attempting to draw that could make Him clamp tougher. Prepare Yourself to stick a finger at the corner of the mouth as well as stop him far from Munching you. Hurt -he does not mean to injure you!

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