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fungifanart · 3 years ago

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Let’s dance, boys!

Characters: Childe/Tartaglia, male reader, umbra witch!reader, harbinger!reader

Tw: Nudity (non-sexual), violence

Word count: 1.1K

Notes: Yes, this is extremely self-indulgent. Yes, I am aware that the term “Male umbra witch” is an oxymoron. Let me have this.

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Childe has seen you around his hometown numerous times, but doesn’t really have a noteworthy opinion of you.

The fact that you always wear baggy, casual clothes plus large, thick glasses, rarely talk and are never seen without a book in your hands evokes only one word from his mind:

Boring.

So one can imagine his genuine shock when he arrives for the initiation of a new harbinger and sees none other than you being sworn in by The Tsaritsa, looking as boring as ever.

Soon his shock and disbelief give way to intense curiosity.

Becoming a harbinger for the fatui requires one to be incredibly skilled in combat, meaning that this seemingly normal and boring person must be hiding something extraordinary behind that dull expression!

This train of thought causes his excitement to skyrocket with each passing second.

He has to see you fight.

He has to fight you.

Right now.

…or not.

He searched everywhere for you after the initiation, but you’d completely disappeared.

Childe decides to ask around about you and it turns out that you’d been immediately sent out on a mission once the ceremony was finished.

‘Damn’ He thinks to himself ‘Well, if I can’t see him fight, I might as well see if anyone else has.’ He reasons.

So he looks around until his eyes land on the 8th harbinger, who was the one who recommended you to the Tsaritsa in the first place, he remembers.

‘That must mean he’s seen him fight!’ Childe realizes, which immediately sends him striding towards the Balladeer. However, his line of questioning immediately gets shut down.

“I-I have no idea what you’re talking about.” The Balladeer replies curtly while turning his head away to hide the fact that he’s…blushing? Did something embarrassing happen while he saw you fight?

‘Well now I HAVE to see this for myself.’ Childe thinks to himself before embarking on another line of inquiry that eventually nets him info on where you’d be going for your first mission.

“Apparently, a group of hilichurls and treasure hoarders have been colluding in order to stage some sort of attack on a nearby town and set up camp in secret so they could get the drop on them. Luckily, The Tsaritsa caught wind of this and sent y/n to go take care of it before anything can happen.” An agent says before giving Childe the exact location.

Childe rushes to the town in question in the hopes of getting to see the whole fight and, luckily enough, manages to find the camp just as you begin the assault.

He waits with baited breath to see how you’d deal with numerous hilichurls and treasure hoarders rushing at you, but now he feels…disappointed? Your attacks hit hard, but your fighting style isn’t anything special, not to mention how your form is sloppy at best and you’re still wearing the same baggy clothing that you always wear, as if that’ll protect you from all the sharp weapons you’re faced with.

Childe practically sneers at the mediocre display unfolding in front of him and is about to leave when something happens that catches him completely off-guard.

Several hilichurls and treasure hoarders gang up on you at once and attempt to take stabs at you, which barely connect, slicing numerous holes into your clothes, ‘Tch. That’s what he gets for not defending himself more adequately.’ Childe thinks, but rather than falling back to regain the advantage, you instead grab at your torn-up clothes and throw them off your body, leaving you completely naked before beams of light shine on you at just the right angle so the shadows obscure your genitals (It’s not like Childe was looking there or anything anyway) and your hair extends down your body like vines and laces together to create a very tight-fitting body suit and— wow, that thing really doesn’t leave much to the imagination.

This whole event took place over the span of mere moments and yet to Childe, it felt like hours. He feels like he has to physically pick up his jaw off the ground after witnessing such a transformation, but he soon realizes that this is just the beginning as you open your mouth to speak.

“I’d hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but some of you just can’t seem to wait your turn, can you?” You say with an amount of confidence that Childe hadn’t imagined could come from someone like you, “But it’s fine. The night’s still young, after all.” Your hands and feet begin to radiate with dendro energy as you take a fighting stance, “Let’s dance, boys!” You conclude as you rush forward to begin the assault in earnest.

Childe’s attention soon becomes solely focused on your form as you race around the battlefield at a speed that his eyes can barely keep up with, watching you punch, kick, and fire blasts and waves of pure dendro energy at your enemies, all the while making it seem like a very graceful dance and not a complete slaughter.

You continue to thin out their numbers as Childe watches, completely slack-jawed at your technique. Every time an enemy swings at you, you dodge by back-flipping away at the last second and suddenly become a blur as you rain a torrent of blows on your opponent, reducing them to the ground in an instant.

Their ranks dwindle until the only threat that remains is an enraged Frostarm Lawachurl that recklessly charges directly at you, giving you ample time to dodge while leaving a trap that binds the Lawachurl’s feet in place. And just as Childe thought he’s seen everything, you use your enemy struggling to free itself as an opportunity to strike a pose and call out in a reverberating voice, “Ol unig cnila!” Which Childe barely has time to ponder the meaning of before your hair suit retracts from your body and weaves into what looks like a magic circle on the ground that summons the head of a gigantic beast made entirely of roots and vines, which snatches up the Lawachurl and munches ruthlessly on it before swallowing it whole and retreating back into the magic circle.

The battle ends with your hair weaving and lacing itself back around your body as the magic circle closes and you turn to face Childe as he stands there, completely at a loss for words. You both stand there in silence for what feels like an eternity before Childe’s breath hitches as you close the distance while saying, “You just couldn’t resist the thought of seeing a good fight, could you? It’s alright. I’ve always liked that about you anyway.” You conclude while giving Childe a light pat on the cheek as you walk away with your tattered clothes in hand.

Childe continues to stand there in awe, taking in the aftermath of the sheer carnage that you caused and struggling to process everything that he saw.

“Holy fuck.” He finally says breathlessly, “I think I’m in love.”

#Genshin impact #genshin childe #Genshin x reader #Genshin x male reader #Childe x reader #Childe x male reader #Bayonetta #why is this mushroom writing fanfics?#You can pretend that this doesn’t exist #This one’s been stewing in my head for a while so I needed to get it out

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anxietycalling · 4 years ago

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how i spent my summer vacation

Or, where the fuck have I been these literal years? (I can’t believe it’s been years.)

I feel like I need to, at some point, talk about everything that happened between now and the point where I dropped off the face of the earth. And, like, actually talk, not that thing I do where I make a joke out of everything. So... I’m doing this up front, so if anyone actually still follows my shitshow of a life, you know what you’re getting yourself into before it’s too late.

Okay. Where to start.

Um, obviously, after the 2016 election I gtfo’d the US. Because I couldn’t legally work in the US at that point, I had pretty much no savings and no money because every dollar I did get went to supporting me and Dash because of the absolute nightmare that happened there. I’m not... mad at her anymore, not quite - I recognize that a lot of actions on both sides were the result of severe, untreated trauma and mental illness, so it’s hard to look at either of us and say that someone was the villain there. It’s hard to recognize when you’re in survival mode that your actions are self-destructive. But, anyway, because of that, I had no choice other than to move in with my parents. Which many of you are aware is not the healthiest choice for me mentally or physically.

And, again, it’s not that my parents are bad people. They’re good people who are trying their best, but there are two factors that lead to me living with them being a terrible idea. 1) My mother has a lot of unprocessed intergenerational trauma due to mental illness that she is still dealing with, and 2) Neither of my parents have ever lived in an urban center, which lends itself to a specific mindset when it comes to dealing with mental illness and LGBTQ+ issues. Which is to say, it’s hard to have a regular dating or sex life when everyone knows your business while your parents are simultaneously trying to pretend you don’t have genitals that they’re uncomfortable with. Also, I didn’t have my license at the time because I let it expire before getting my permanent one, so I was pretty much at the mercy of whoever could drive me places. (I lived in cities before that, so not driving was never much of an issue. I am highly proficient in public transit.)

So living with my parents was this precarious balancing act of trying to do everything they wanted me to do, because they were letting me live there for free, and meeting the demands of my bosses (who immediately demoted me once they found out I wasn’t planning on living there forever), and trying to have a social life outside of my family. And, like, I had just come out of the closet, so I was also trying to date without my parents finding out, because, like? It gets exhausting trying to explain why you have a right to exist and love who you want to love and I tend to get defensive when I feel like I have to justify myself. But all that secrecy really wears on you. I think in the worst of it I was probably sleeping 3-5 hours a night between the anxiety, having to walk or wait for rides everywhere, and staying up late enough after my parents went to sleep to try to meet guys on dating apps.

Dating apps when you live in a rural area are the worst. Not only is there a limited dating pool to begin with, it sucks when someone ghosts you and then re-signs up for the same dating app using a fake name and you catch them at it. I get it to some extent; people are afraid of being outed, even if on paper we’re one of the premier retirement destination for gay couples near Toronto. (Read: affluent, white, cis gay men.) It’s gotten better in the last couple of years, but... Yeah, there just was nothing for me there.

Obviously I had to widen my perimeter for who I was willing to date, and that’s how I met Husband. Completely by accident. My phone provider was out one day, so I didn’t get any messages from anyone for almost 24 hours while I was figuring that out. His message to me was one of the ones that got pushed through when my phone service restored itself. (I still, to this day, don’t know why or how this happened.) And there was nothing there that was inherently like, “Hey, you’re going to date and then marry this guy,” other than the fact that he actually put effort into his message instead of sending “hey” over and over again to get a response. But he was funny, and he was charming, and we fell for each other really quickly. Pretty soon all my money (which, again, limited, because the awful ladies I worked for decided I wasn’t leadership material even though they gave me no training or direction, ever) was going to taking the train here pretty much every time I had a day off from work. And I was lying to my parents about it, because they decidedly do not like or approve of dating apps or internet friendships in general.

Something happens in relationships where one or both of you are chronically ill. There comes a sink-or-swim moment in the relationship where you either step up and deal with the shit that happens, or you realize you can’t handle the intensity or uncertainty of it, and you gtfo. And... obviously, I chose the first option. Pretty much immediately after my first visit (as in, I was still on the train) Husband calls me, because his doctors are afraid that he has cancer. I go home, work exactly one day and turn the fuck around and go back so we can meet with the hematologist and find out whether he has bone cancer, Jesus fuck. Thankfully, it turned out that he didn’t; it’s something that comes up a lot because he doesn’t have a spleen and that, apparently, makes it look like you’re dying a whole lot. We ended up moving in together a month later because living at my parents was making me suicidal, which isn’t the greatest love story of all time, I know, but I had wanted to move out anyway and living with him was a much better option than random roommates.

I didn’t talk to my mother for... a month and a half, after I moved out. She kept trying to contact my friends on Facebook one day and I was ready to freak out on her for being controlling or something. Turns out, my biological father died. At the time, I was calm. Like, I wasn’t surprised - he had nearly died of alcohol-induced cardiac failure before I moved to the US, and it’s not like he had done anything to make his situation better - but it turns out I was actually in shock, I guess. The whole situation was fucking terrible; not because he died but because it kind of cemented that my only value to his side of the family was being “the only granddaughter” and not that they gave a shit about me as a person. They misgendered me in his obituary; they spelled my brother’s girlfriend’s name wrong.

I think the worst part is that they tried to make his celebration of life thing about how great he was as a person, though. And, like, I’m sorry, but great people don’t molest their children, or their children’s girlfriend. They don’t have sex in front of their children with their children’s physical abuser. They don’t make their teenage child in charge of being the sober adult when they want to go drinking. They don’t let their partner physically abuse their child when that child tries to get them both help for their drinking. They don’t trap their kid on a boat for a week with a creepy adult male stranger and freak the fuck out when that child has their first anaphylactic reaction to a novel food 20 kilometers from land or the nearest hospital. They don’t call that child on their birthday every year to remind them what a woman they are and always will be when they were the first fucking parent I came out to.

Actually, no - the worst part of him dying was that I had to deal with his hellbeast girlfriend afterward, because apparently there was money for me in an RESP that he had never cashed, but all that got me was a shady financial representative who repeatedly wanted my mother and me to break the law over it. Like, my mom got her lawyer involved and everything, and once the legal letterhead came out the financial dude dropped off the face of the earth, stopped answering my calls and I never got my thousand pity dollars.

And, like, things were okay for a little while after that because Husband and I were close with our roommates up until the point where it became clear that one of them had severe, untreated borderline personality disorder. I’ve lived with someone with BPD before; I’ve lived with a hoarder before. I was not prepared for the level of hoarding that this woman could produce. Or just, like, generally weird and shitty behavior and refusal to seek treatment for her condition. We tried everything we could think of, but ultimately we had to have secret meetings outside our house with our other roommate (who was dating her at the time) to figure out what to do with her. The things we found out... I’ve never wanted to genuinely harm a person before. Because she had been r*ping our roommate for months, and convincing them we didn’t want to be their friend, and using all their money because she wouldn’t go to work or apply for welfare or do the bare minimum required to be a human being. We had to get her removed by the police (who I do not advise contacting unless there is genuinely no other options) and the police acted like it was a typical roommate squabble even though we had fucking proof. So, anyway, we had to contact hell roommate’s parents and sister, and do all the packing to get her shit out of our house.

I will add that there were a few golden months right after hell roommate moved out. We got very close with remaining roommate, and it was nice, but then they started dating their current boyfriend and it just got... uncomfy for everyone somehow? They never outright said they were dating him, it was weird, one day they were like “Hey, I have a friend coming over!” and then he was just... there all the time? And they never told us they were dating? And, like, I’m happy for them, they’re great together and genuinely like each other, but it was weird. It was uncomfortable when we had to have the “We want to move out” conversation, too, because originally we had wanted to move to a bigger place with all of us, but ultimately we ended up keeping the apartment.

So that should have been fine, right? Especially since they moved in with one of Husband’s friends. Except that that friend turned out to be secretly awful and took advantage of everyone around them, and accused good roommate of being secretly racist and a bunch of other stuff that wasn’t true. (Trust me, good roommate would rather sever their left leg than do something that would hurt someone’s feelings.) And, like, I’m sorry, but you can’t use your master’s degree in social work to push around people who you know freeze during confrontations and have memory issues due to trauma, and then turn around and lead healing from trauma workshops. No. You’re a garbage human being who deserves to step on a thousand Lego. (Legos? Anyway.)

OH. Right. Before that, I had surgery. I had surgery and then pretty much the day we got home from that, the pandemic happened. At the beginning of it, good roommate and a woman who would later become one of our best friends came to stay with us because, again, horrific garbage pile of a human being in their house. Recovering from surgery took forever - I still don’t have feeling back 100% in my chest - but thankfully I was better enough by the time they moved to be somewhat helpful there. (They were incredibly smart and hired movers. We were pretty much there because we had just bought a car and could move breakable stuff.)

Ugh. God. Sorry, I have to jump back to 2018 for a second, which is when I was diagnosed with OCD. Like, officially, I mean. It was probably pretty obvious to everyone who wasn’t me, but I always kind of thought that since I wasn’t on My Mom-level germophobic, there was no way I could have it. Uh! Turns out! Normal people don’t cry when a garbage bag that is clearly about to be taken outside touches the floor while they are putting their shoes on to take said garbage bag outside. So... I take pills now. And go to therapy. Which is very expensive. But, yeah, my symptoms were pretty fuckin’ bad then. And continued to be bad - like, bad enough that I had to quit my job in 2019 because my bosses weren’t taking it seriously enough or even listening to me. (It’s Mcdonald’s, it’s chill, they ruin or fire all their best employees.)

Okay. Back to now. Pandemic! School! Suffering through all my pre-requisites so I can take actual interesting classes! Somewhere in there we started watching Twitch streams - I think it was because Husband found out Felicia Day streamed, and he loves her, and it kind of spiraled from there? But anyway, I somehow ended up part of this weird, delightful community that’s genuinely nice and non-trollish, and now I stream sometimes. Or attempt to stream. Or attempt to keep a regular schedule. It’s nice, though, to feel like there’s someone to hang out with when you pretty much can’t leave your house. There’s a sense of normality to being in a place at a specific time and seeing specific people. And Twitch has given me a lot of ideas on research topics I’d like to pursue in grad school.

Like I said, it’s been a pretty mixed bag. There have been some really bad parts, but there’s a lot of good stuff that happened too. I just. I miss Old Me a lot, lately. I miss who I was before all the trauma. (I mean, obviously not all the trauma, because I don’t miss being a literal child, but like... 18-23 or so.)

I think this might be the most I’ve written outside of a school context in actual years. Part of me keeps thinking about adding in APA formatting, but uh. You can’t really cite something when it’s just memories inside your own head. Anyway. I need to work on liking myself more, and working through some of the baggage that goes with trauma, and... I don’t know. It’s nice to have an outlet that’s not my husband or my cats. (Again, Husband is awesome, Husband is amazing, but we’re around each other 24/7 right now. I think he deserves a break sometimes.)

So... Yep. Thanks, if you made it this far. I promise not all my posts are going to be like this. I just figured, if you were going to stick around, you probably deserved to know what happened while I was gone.

#personal

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pediatricsandkittycats · 5 years ago

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The below sums up how healthcare workers are feeling. This is by Josh Lerner, M.D. a U.S. Emergency Medicine Physician.

It’s long but it is worth the read. I’ve bolded my favorite bits.

Please don't tell me that in the richest country in the world in the 21st century, I'm supposed to work in a fictionalized Soviet-era disaster zone and fashion my own face mask out of cloth because other Americans hoard supplies for personal use and so-called leaders sit around in meetings hearing themselves talk. I ran to a bedside the other day to intubate a crashing, likely COVID, patient. Two respiratory therapists and two nurses were already at the bedside. That's 5 N95s masks, 5 gowns, 5 face shields and 10 gloves for one patient at one time. I saw probably 15-20 patients that shift, if we are going to start rationing supplies, what percentage should I wear precautions for?

Make no mistake, the CDC is loosening these guidelines because our country is not prepared. Loosening guidelines increases healthcare workers' risk but the decision is done to allow us to keep working, not to keep us safe. It is done for the public benefit - so I can continue to work no matter the personal cost to me or my family (and my healthcare family). Sending healthcare workers to the front line asking them to cover their face with a bandana is akin to sending a soldier to the front line in a t-shirt and flip flops.

I don't want talk. I don't want assurances. I want action. I want boxes of N95s piling up, donated from the people who hoarded them. I want non-clinical administrators in the hospital lining up in the ER asking if they can stock shelves to make sure that when I need to rush into a room, the drawer of PPE equipment I open isn't empty. I want them showing up in the ER asking "how can I help" instead of offering shallow "plans" conceived by someone who has spent far too long in an ivory tower and not long enough in the trenches. Maybe they should actually step foot in the trenches.

I want billion-dollar companies like 3M halting all production of any product that isn't PPE to focus on PPE manufacturing. I want a company like Amazon, with its logistics mastery (it can drop a package to your door less than 24 hours after ordering it), halting its 2-day delivery of 12 reams of toilet paper to whoever is willing to pay the most in order to help get the available PPE supply distributed fast and efficiently in a manner that gets the necessary materials to my brothers and sisters in arms who need them.

I want Proctor and Gamble, and the makers of other soaps and detergents, stepping up too. We need detergent to clean scrubs, hospital linens and gowns. We need disinfecting wipes to clean desk and computer surfaces. What about plastics manufacturers? Plastic gowns aren't some high-tech device, they are long shirts/smocks...made out of plastic. Get on it. Face shields are just clear plastic. Nitrile gloves? Yeah, they are pretty much just gloves...made from something that isn't apparently Latex. Let's go. Money talks in this country. Executive millionaires, why don't you spend a few bucks to buy back some of these masks from the hoarders, and drop them off at the nearest hospital.

I love biotechnology and research but we need to divert viral culture media for COVID testing and research. We need biotechnology manufacturing ready and able to ramp up if and when treatments or vaccines are developed. Our Botox supply isn't critical, but our antibiotic supply is. We need to be able to make more plastic ET tubes, not more silicon breast implants.

Let's see all that. Then we can all talk about how we played our part in this fight. Netflix and chill is not enough while my family, friends and colleagues are out there fighting. Our country won two world wars because the entire country mobilized. We out-produced and we out-manufactured while our soldiers out-fought the enemy. We need to do that again because make no mistake, we are at war, healthcare workers are your soldiers, and the war has just begun.”

-Josh Lerner, MD.

#covid 19 #coronavirus #we need ppe #protect healthcare workers #ppe now #stopcovid19 #stopthespread #medblr #nurblr #pharmblr #emergency medicine

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awordbroken · 4 years ago

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I know that your sky captain is agender but I'm getting the impression that their chromosomes match. Partly because despite your best efforts to keep things ambiguous I get the impression that some things mentioned in your fics would fit/work better with one variety of trouser contents than the other, and partly because I had a train of thought that led to Ideas as to what exactly the Hoarder/Happles meant at the end of The Only Relief From Death. Is my thinking anywhere near accurate?

i don’t principally mind answering the core question, but i’m not really comfortable with it being phrased in terms of trying to deduce the captain’s genital situation like a detective. i assume you mean no harm, but if what’s in someone’s explicitly trans oc’s pants doesn’t come up, there may be deeply personal reasons for that, and i hope you understand why it’s not a great feeling to have someone come to you and start talking about how they’ve sussed out “the truth” in that case.

for myself, personally, i don’t consider it a secret that most of my ocs are dfab. parenthood and, yes, pregnancy, are pretty big themes in the sort of stories i tend to tell, so if you want to ask me about those subjects, sure, go ahead. i have thoughts. just please don’t couch it like you’ve sniffed out a secret.

#Anonymous

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hangrypa · 5 years ago

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“In one of the most vivid scenes in the HBO miniseries "Chernobyl" (among many vivid scenes), soldiers dressed in leather smocks ran out into radioactive areas to literally shovel radioactive material out of harm's way. Horrifically under-protected, they suited up anyway. In another scene, soldiers fashioned genital protection from scrap metal out of desperation while being sent to other hazardous areas. Please don't tell me that in the richest country in the world in the 21st century, I'm supposed to work in a fictionalized Soviet-era disaster zone and fashion my own face mask out of cloth because other Americans hoard supplies for personal use and so-called leaders sit around in meetings hearing themselves talk. I ran to a bedside the other day to intubate a crashing, likely COVID, patient. Two respiratory therapists and two nurses were already at the bedside. That's 5 N95s masks, 5 gowns, 5 face shields and 10 gloves for one patient at one time. I saw probably 15-20 patients that shift, if we are going to start rationing supplies, what percentage should I wear precautions for? Make no mistake, the CDC is loosening these guidelines because our country is not prepared. Loosening guidelines increases healthcare workers' risk but the decision is done to allow us to keep working, not to keep us safe. It is done for the public benefit - so I can continue to work no matter the personal cost to me or my family (and my healthcare family). Sending healthcare workers to the front line asking them to cover their face with a bandana is akin to sending a soldier to the front line in a t-shirt and flip flops. I don't want talk. I don't want assurances. I want action. I want boxes of N95s piling up, donated from the people who hoarded them. I want non-clinical administrators in the hospital lining up in the ER asking if they can stock shelves to make sure that when I need to rush into a room, the drawer of PPE equipment I open isn't empty. I want them showing up in the ER asking "how can I help" instead of offering shallow "plans" conceived by someone who has spent far too long in an ivory tower and not long enough in the trenches. Maybe they should actually step foot in the trenches. I want billion-dollar companies like 3M halting all production of any product that isn't PPE to focus on PPE manufacturing. I want a company like Amazon, with its logistics mastery (it can drop a package to your door less than 24 hours after ordering it), halting its 2-day delivery of 12 reams of toilet paper to whoever is willing to pay the most in order to help get the available PPE supply distributed fast and efficiently in a manner that gets the necessary materials to my brothers and sisters in arms who need them. I want Proctor and Gamble, and the makers of other soaps and detergents, stepping up too. We need detergent to clean scrubs, hospital linens and gowns. We need disinfecting wipes to clean desk and computer surfaces. What about plastics manufacturers? Plastic gowns aren't some high-tech device, they are long shirts/smocks...made out of plastic. Get on it. Face shields are just clear plastic. Nitrile gloves? Yeah, they are pretty much just gloves...made from something that isn't apparently Latex. Let's go. Money talks in this country. Executive millionaires, why don't you spend a few bucks to buy back some of these masks from the hoarders, and drop them off at the nearest hospital. I love biotechnology and research but we need to divert viral culture media for COVID testing and research. We need biotechnology manufacturing ready and able to ramp up if and when treatments or vaccines are developed. Our Botox supply isn't critical, but our antibiotic supply is. We need to be able to make more plastic ET tubes, not more silicon breast implants. Let's see all that. Then we can all talk about how we played our part in this fight. Netflix and chill is not enough while my family, friends and colleagues are out there fighting. Our country won two world wars because the entire country mobilized. We out-produced and we out-manufactured while our soldiers out-fought the enemy. We need to do that again because make no mistake, we are at war, healthcare workers are your soldiers, and the war has just begun.” -Josh Lerner, MD.

#COVID #coronavirus #healthcare #medicine

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asliceofvanilla · 5 years ago

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Essay from Josh Lerner, MD after the CDC loosens guidelines for all of us on the front lines. “In one of the most vivid scenes in the HBO miniseries "Chernobyl" (among many vivid scenes), soldiers dressed in leather smocks ran out into radioactive areas to literally shovel radioactive material out of harm's way. Horrifically under-protected, they suited up anyway. In another scene, soldiers fashioned genital protection from scrap metal out of desperation while being sent to other hazardous areas. Please don't tell me that in the richest country in the world in the 21st century, I'm supposed to work in a fictionalized Soviet-era disaster zone and fashion my own face mask out of cloth because other Americans hoard supplies for personal use and so-called leaders sit around in meetings hearing themselves talk. I ran to a bedside the other day to intubate a crashing, likely COVID, patient. Two respiratory therapists and two nurses were already at the bedside. That's 5 N95s masks, 5 gowns, 5 face shields and 10 gloves for one patient at one time. I saw probably 15-20 patients that shift, if we are going to start rationing supplies, what percentage should I wear precautions for? Make no mistake, the CDC is loosening these guidelines because our country is not prepared. Loosening guidelines increases healthcare workers' risk but the decision is done to allow us to keep working, not to keep us safe. It is done for the public benefit - so I can continue to work no matter the personal cost to me or my family (and my healthcare family). Sending healthcare workers to the front line asking them to cover their face with a bandana is akin to sending a soldier to the front line in a t-shirt and flip flops. I don't want talk. I don't want assurances. I want action. I want boxes of N95s piling up, donated from the people who hoarded them. I want non-clinical administrators in the hospital lining up in the ER asking if they can stock shelves to make sure that when I need to rush into a room, the drawer of PPE equipment I open isn't empty. I want them showing up in the ER asking "how can I help" instead of offering shallow "plans" conceived by someone who has spent far too long in an ivory tower and not long enough in the trenches. Maybe they should actually step foot in the trenches. I want billion-dollar companies like 3M halting all production of any product that isn't PPE to focus on PPE manufacturing. I want a company like Amazon, with its logistics mastery (it can drop a package to your door less than 24 hours after ordering it), halting its 2-day delivery of 12 reams of toilet paper to whoever is willing to pay the most in order to help get the available PPE supply distributed fast and efficiently in a manner that gets the necessary materials to my brothers and sisters in arms who need them. I want Proctor and Gamble, and the makers of other soaps and detergents, stepping up too. We need detergent to clean scrubs, hospital linens and gowns. We need disinfecting wipes to clean desk and computer surfaces. What about plastics manufacturers? Plastic gowns aren't some high-tech device, they are long shirts/smocks...made out of plastic. Get on it. Face shields are just clear plastic. Nitrile gloves? Yeah, they are pretty much just gloves...made from something that isn't apparently Latex. Let's go. Money talks in this country. Executive millionaires, why don't you spend a few bucks to buy back some of these masks from the hoarders, and drop them off at the nearest hospital. I love biotechnology and research but we need to divert viral culture media for COVID testing and research. We need biotechnology manufacturing ready and able to ramp up if and when treatments or vaccines are developed. Our Botox supply isn't critical, but our antibiotic supply is. We need to be able to make more plastic ET tubes, not more silicon breast implants. Let's see all that. Then we can all talk about how we played our part in this fight. Netflix and chill is not enough while my family, friends and colleagues are out there fighting. Our country won two world wars because the entire country mobilized. We out-produced and we out-manufactured while our soldiers out-fought the enemy. We need to do that again because make no mistake, we are at war, healthcare workers are your soldiers, and the war has just begun.” -Josh Lerner, MD.

Josh Lerner MD

#covid 19 #coronavirus #fight #3m #amazon

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moonlitfirefly · 5 years ago

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Essay from Josh Lerner, MD after the CDC loosens guidelines for all of us on the front lines.

In one of the most vivid scenes in the HBO miniseries "Chernobyl" (among many vivid scenes), soldiers dressed in leather smocks ran out into radioactive areas to literally shovel radioactive material out of harm's way. Horrifically under-protected, they suited up anyway. In another scene, soldiers fashioned genital protection from scrap metal out of desperation while being sent to other hazardous areas.

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d-untoldstoryteller-blog · 5 years ago

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Struggle and abuse

Do you guys remember any of you childhood memory? Obviously you do. The sweet memories growing up filled with love by our parents when your parents taught you how to ride a bike and stuff. Almost everyone has this. I have none of this. Its full of bitterness and struggle. In another way, my parents cause almost the pain that i have endure for almost 20 years. What i meant was the struggle to make money for my mum and the abuse.

My mum and my dad got married when she gets pregnant with my brother. Well its shotgun marriage. This is unwanted family. The unwanted family that so staunch and restricted in so many ways for girls. How could you be so staunch yet being an asshole at the same time. We are the product of broken family but it wasn’t that broken and also a product from second marriage. Yes, my dad has two family. Of course the first wife was furious when she found out that my dad impregnate some girl while he’s being so careless with the first family. My dad can’t keep his dick in the pants as what i could see, also preaching bout islamic studies and stuff. Yet i’ve never listened to it but i still do believe in it. I could be total passive aggressive asshole when i talk to them. i have 1 useless brother and 1 sister that i could talk all of our struggle to be where we are right now (i’m glad that someone knew bout this)

Everything started with my mum favoring my eldest useless brother name John Doe (not a real name). Since we were kids, my sister and i were force to do all the chores and will never ever get the same treatment as my brother. Back then the culture was too toxic to bare where women belongs to a kitchen and guys allowed to play outside and do whatever he wants, such a lousy culture and i wish i could mash it and turn it to be mash potatoes and throw it away. He’s the golden child to my mum. My dad on the other hands was too busy to come back home. We dont have father figure in our family but we do have father just that we barely see him at home. Since i was 7, i’d always planning to run away from home being away from my family and i knew my family wasn’t a healthy family for me to grow up but i just pretend to get along with everyone while waiting for a right time to get away. School is the place for me to become who i am. Since i was 7 until 10 years old, my mum sent me to an islamic school. I couldn’t cope with it and i can’t say no to my mum. Why i can’t say no? We been taught not to say no to our parents. So i did my school years in islamic school and the difference is they include all of the the islamic and secular education. It was a good school but my mum withdraw me from the school because the fees too expensive compare from gov school and its so fucking far from my home!

When i was 10, i started went to gov school much nearer to my house and cheaper as well. This is where my first abuse happened. We sleep in the same room, all of us cramped into one room even though our small house has 3 rooms but my mum turn the second room to be storage room, Ughhhhh my mum such a hoarder and i fucking hate that. It was normal night but in the middle of night i woke up seeing my brother pull down my pants, i was so scared to scream and woke my sister that dozing off beside me. i was helpless. He was rubbing his hands against my genital for few minutes. I wanted to cry and i knew its wrong for him to do so. He went to toilet right afterwards and wash it and i still pretending to sleep. Next morning i told my mum bout it, BIG MISTAKE!! she went to my brother and fucking politely asked my brother ‘Did you touch alex last night?’ he replied without any remorse ‘No, i didn’t’. Right after he replied my mum pretending everything is gonna be okay and gosh that’s where i knew i hate my own mother and i knew she won’t stand by me. So i told my sister and she was furious and threaten my mum to lodge a report and told my father. My mum forbid my sister to do so. we both young and we didn't what to do. It gave me deep wound that will never ever heal. Me and my sister knew we have to get the fuck out from the house and find solace outside. We couldn’t trust our own mother and our father are disgusted with us even though he didn't know what has happened until he died but somehow my dad hated my brother and love me and my sister dearly but my own mum always find way for my dad hated us the way he hated my brother. According to my dad, my brother is useless and pampered by my mum and she couldn’t accept the fact my dad doesn’t like her golden child.

I started working while i went to school when i was 13, that’s where i know bout the outside world. I started smoking ciggie back then, i’m kinda like it. My sister and i always stole one stick of ciggie from my dad because he left the ciggie at the dining table and we doesn’t want to buy the whole pack. He would questioned everyone why the hell his ciggie became lesser day by day. Oohh its funny moments when we fooled our parents. Everything seems normal from the outside but deep inside of me, im trying to find cure from my broken and wound heart. I felt empty back then, I didnt know what is love and i’m still hate my mum. My dad passed away when i was 15 on February, one month before my birthday. He passed away in front of me. I woke up startle because my mum told me that dad was having trouble breathing and having a hard time to stand. She’s having panic attack and kept calling everyone including ambulances to come over. I was so angry that she became so panic and i started screaming at my mum to fucking get a grip. Ohh by this time, my sis and my brother wasn’t at home because they started working abit far from home so they have to stay some other place that nearer to their workplace. My dad passed away in front of me, i dont know what to feel and i wasn’t crying. Everyone that i knew came to our house that morning so i pretended to cry. Well yeah me and my dad are so close but still i couldn’t cry. Some part of me accepting that he died and i gotta move on. That’s life.

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official-penis-posts · 5 months ago

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that anon is a genital hoarder. mean

If you want genitals go out and get them! The world is your oyster! There are no limits! Nothing is impossible!

#official penis post #penish #phallus #official penis ask

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crownroyalebag · 6 years ago

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Ok so i got a breakdown of more lies sara abbott has put on my name so goo:

-saying my family kidnapped/forced her to stay in our house

My mom had to kick her out of my house because she did not want to leave. She kept asking to move in with us and my mom wouldnt allow it because i told my mom 1/10th of what a leech she was, my mom doesnt even know about the sexual assault. She just knew what a fucking horror sara was to live with because she was a shitty house guest in every way

-my family is a fucking hoarders nest

Everyone and their mother knows my mom is a hoarder thats why i tried to run away w izaya and grayson in a past life we have CPS up our ass every week and our house is miles better than it was but that being said why sara attacked me for my mothers mental illness especially when shes a fucking slob in general is beyond me. Also sara tried to say the reason she didn't shower was because my house was messy so kek

-She didn't know i was a minor

Sara was 21 i was 17, all discourse aside i dont feel this age gap was a problem because mentally shes apparently like 5 fucking years old or something so that makes up for the difference. Anyway, one of the first days she got here (i assumed cato told her how old i was cuz i knew how old she was and we were on fb before she came over where she couldve looked any second) she asked again how old i was and i said 17 and she said "omg is it creepy that im 21 with a 17 year old" and people tried to start shit over it and i defended it so for her to say i lied about being 18 is total fucking bullshit. She says my tattoos were why when i litcherally showed her my stick n poke kit. She knew i was underaged she knew i was a minor i was always open about that especially since i was smoking cigs at the time and i asked her to buy me a pack and she wouldnt so how she gonna say she didnt know i was underage??

-I raped her

This is the most despicable one to me for so many reasons. Sara says i "coerced" her into sex. I would be horny on the days where i wasnt drugged out of my mind and i would initiate sex with her, and she would say she wasnt into it so id say ok and turn around go to bed shed get upset and say she didnt want to disappoint me id say i didnt wanna have sex if she didnt want it and shed say yea she wanted it so id comply, i never even got off when we had sex shes a fake ass top i was just there for her to get off on so for her to say i coerced her into sex when she was always either the one initiating it or agreeing to it 100% is disgusting

-i gave sara hpv

(Before all this let it be known i got gardisil in 2012 but didnt get the booster cuz my mom had a strong antivax phase)

Late 2014 i was date raped (yea cassie kek someone got raped more than once in their life funnie ik). I went to planned parenthood got plan b and got tested, and found out there was a minute chance of hpv infection and that i should be retested. I was really embarassed and decided not to act but to tell any sexual partners i was with that i had hpv just to be safe. I was discussing this with another girl in my town who is also a victim of this dude and she told me to get tested immediately because there was word going around that he had HPV like crazy. I told sara before we did ANYTHING that i think i might have hpv but i had never had genital warts or anything like that and so the risk of me spreading it to another person was minute (even if i did have hpv that would still hold true its incredibly hard for an asymptomatic person to give it to someonesomeone especially when both parties are afab and no penetrative sex is happening). She still had sex with me multiple times without a care in the world whatsoever. After this i finally got to a gyno and got a test that came up fully negative for hpv, she explained that likely my body fought off any infection so i was neither infected or contagious but because of the fact that i went to planned parenthood like 48 hours after the assault the hpv may have been accutely present in my blood. She gave me the booster shot i needed and assured me that no, i do not have hpv

So this also leads to the fact that sara claims her hpv has given her vaginal pain, period troubles, and her family has an increased risk of cancer so that makes her afraid? Hpv does none of that. She is lying which given her history of being a complete hypochondriac is very suspicioussso. Anyways lemme see them test results sara if you really do have hpv cuz my annual pap and panel test is this Monday so lets see how the results stack up

Sara abbott had sex with me while i verbalized how high i was and even my mother could tell i was high. My own sister had to see her undressing me during an incident i dont remember at all. She guilt tripped me and threatened self harm and suicide constantly to keep me with her

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mevekagvain · 6 years ago

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Nobles and how they work (3/?)

4. The Siriana

-Used to be flying dragons with the Asian types being highest in number. They accepted the offer to become nobles about 2.6 billion years ago. Very few of the European dragons accepted the offer and though they aren't extinct there are very few left just like with the other dragons that never accepted the offer.

-Hair colour isn't definite though browns, whites, and blues are all common. Furthermore they tend to be tall and have markings on their head, usually around the eyes (including the eyelids) or mouth, though many have them on or around the ears. Their body temperature remains the same (large body mass as reptiles does that) though it is affected somewhat by higher temperatures and they have an extremely wide range where they can function normally, from ???°C to ???°C (...yeah they're very impressive). For genitalia, males have two penises that are contained in slits rather than outside the body.

-Quite a few of the Siriana have no interest in children. Some with no interest in romance, and a few with no interest in both. Those that do have children tend to have more.

-The Siriana are an example of those who consider knowledge power and it shows. Among the nobles they are the most curious ones who want to know the most about everything, including humans. They also tend to specialise in what they're interested in personally. Yet, even generally, they have the most extensive knowledge on most topics. As mentioned before, they were the first of the nobles to start recording history and have records of their own species even before they became nobles, as well as records of other various things. The only other nobles who have this are the Kravei and the Agvains.

-They are hoarders and treasure their material possessions. These range from their books (which is a clan hoard) to jewellery, plants, toys, anything. You need their permission before you touch their hoard.

-They don't care much for fighting (doesn't mean they're bad at it) but like the Ru they have an affinity for electricity and can call down lightning. This makes the Ru pester them often.

-In charge of regulating Lukedonia's weather due to their ability to manipulate it with the Blersters' assistance.

-Eyes glow in the dark, starting from dim light (cloudy days, dusk, fog, etc)

-They have an aura that makes them feel untouchable as if they are so very far away from you.

-Their accent is pretty light so they are easily understood. Their speech is slightly faster than average and they are somewhat soft-spoken. Vowels in the middle of words are sometimes not pronounced, like elephant becoming el'phant.

-Most often researchers and scientists. If they can't have the information they want they'll get it themselves. If this means downing two litres of hydrochloric acid and bleach, so be it.

-Distributuon of sexes is equal.

5. The Kravei

-Leviathans/Sea dragons. They lived deep on the depths of the oceans and rarely ever came out. Yet, due to their extremely low fertility (even lower than that of nobles), the reduced in number every year so they seeked the nobles out and became as such 2.4 billion years ago. Some still live deep in oceans far from sight.

-Hair colour ranges from black to silver to blue. Pretty much anything really though they're often in metallic shades. They're pretty tall and their body temperature changes according to the environment as nobles. The function normally in the range ???°C to 100°C. Genitals would be the same situation as the Siriana.

-The Kravei invoke a sense of fear due to their aura. This is because depths of the ocean = scary.

-They have an affinity for water and those who train properly even have control over it, the extent of which varies.

-Eyes glow in the dark just like the Siriana but they also glow underwater regardless of the light level.

-Have a very thick, very seductive (generally with all species but type 1 nobles don't find it to be as such. the Siriana and the Agvains are the most affected) accent so they learn to speak without it. It is slower than average speech and sounds closer to singing or humming than speaking. It is also very smooth and enjoyable to the ear.

-They don't particularly have much interest in anything other than just living out their lives so the clan isn't specifically biased for anything.

-Were the ones who first suggested that Lukedonia (the island) be their home.

-Also the one who actually made the Lukedonian written language and caused everyone to be more organised. The Siriana were extremely grateful because before they, the Kravei, and the Agvains were recording things and just writing things in general in three different languages, plus even the other nobles started writing things down after it was made.

-Pretty apathetic to other nobles in general.

-Clan distribution is equal.

6. The Agvains

-Hydras. They were going extinct due to low fertility and their extreme social tendencies + pack bonding (being carnivores definitely did not help) so they were offered to become nobles around 2.6 billion years ago. They refused at first and only accepted after the Siriana did. Non noble hydras are extinct in the present.

-Their hair tends to either be very thick and wild. Hair colours come in pretty much every colour. If nobles reproduce sexually then it's the same as the Siriana, or with one difference, that they are hermaphrodites. The women tend to be quite tall and have higher muscle mass while the men are of average height (if hermaphrodites than it's based on femininity, or in other words which hormones they produce more of, rather than the sexes). Their body temperature stays constant (and has to stay constant) at around 45°C. They can stand temperatures from 15°C to ???°C but need outside help if it is outside those ranges (warm clothing, heaters, if cold.).

-The reason their temperature stays constant is due to the 'fire' burning within them. This fire is needed for them to live and must remain at 45°C though dropping to 43°C and rising to 47°C briefly is fine. If it drops lower than that for a long period of time the body cannot maintain itself (enzymes will stop working, chemical processes will slow down, etc) and they will go into eternal sleep. If the opposite occurs than their body will burn up due to the fire becoming uncontrollable and moving out of the body. Fortunately the fire lives only while the noble does so it disappears once they are burnt up, otherwise it would end up causing major fires.

-Agvain children are around 40°C when born and have at most 20 years to reach 45°C, however this is not an easy task, and most of the time nothing can be done but hope for it to happen naturally. 3/4 times this does not occur so Agvains tend to have many children but generally only one surviving. There are also cases of fires advancing too fast in children so the go into eternal sleep due to that. Luckily twins (or more but that's almost impossible) will usually have the same fate so if one survives so will the other. Due to this Agvains only officially introduce their children when they are 20 years old (they're still toddlers...) so that other nobles won't know of their numerous dead children. It also means they have a pretty small clan compared to other nobles.

-Hair colour and fire colour are the same so if a fire is getting weaker or stronger you can tell. Especially so with those that have white hair normally because as it gets weaker it will often fade to some other colour.

-Their blood is affected by their fire and is imbued with its magic (which is not fire. just magic), however it is not that strong. This is pretty useless in small quantities but when it is poured onto dirt in moderate to large quantities it will morph into a plant (the ancestors of roses! so they don't look anything like all the ones we have now) due to the magic crystallising which grows pretty quickly. It is extremely thorny. The blood can also be used to provide nutrients for roses (all of them) in small quantities and to accelerate their growth in larger ones.

-Their blood also comes out of their body bubbing/boiling.

-Eyes glow in the dark.

-Can breathe fire and spit acid but do neither because it would harm them too. Very few can do these two things due to how as nobles they rarely have the slimy coating in their throats and mouth which prevents damage. They do however heal more quickly than other nobles (since hydras grow two heads when one is sliced off...) so some are stupid enough to still do it.

-The most social of the nobles, so social to the point that they seem to follow a human's schedule of normal (perhaps a more introverted one) rather than a noble's.

-Most Agvains are pretty normal, around 95% to be exact. The remaining 5% are what would have been considered 'broodmothers' if they were still hydras, but here are instead just called insane. They are predominantly women and their characteristic is that they are somewhat morally lacking. This is due to hydras adapting to their low fertility and broodmothers appearing to prioritise their own species above all else. As such this 5% will do anything for the Agvains, and for any Agvain, even those they are not at all acquainted with. Anything means exactly that. The most fucked up things you can think of all come here. This does include them allowing those things to occur to them as well though, not just them doing those things. Despite all of that, they are still pretty social and respectable, aka they come off as a normal Agvain. The lineage of the gaju is higher in producing these 'insane' nobles due to them being responsible for the clan.

-All Agvains are loyal to their clan and will generally follow the gaju even of they personally don't agree with what's going on.

-Have an extremely thick accent so they learn to speak without it. They speak much faster than than the average talking speed. It is also very rough (lmao can be seductive to those who are into those kinda voices) and can sound more like growling than speech at times.

-Are more inclined to science than to fighting.

-Equally distributed between males and females (unless they're hermaphrodites lol).

Relationships between clans

-All type 2 nobles generally get along better with each other than with type 1 nobles. Same goes for the other way around.

-The Agvains, the Siriana, and the Kravei are extremely tight knit because they're all just dragons. Plus they were all pretty familiar with each other even before they were nobles. As such it's normal to see them together and romantic relations amongst the three clans are very common.

-The Agvains and the Loyards get along pretty well. Something about opposites attracting, though it's more to do with their body temperatures rather than other things. Once again romantic relations are pretty common here.

-The Loyards and the Landegre are close (as per canon). They don't tend to have many romantic relations though.

-The ???, the Ru, and the Drosia are close. This is because they're all very eager to fight and train. Romantic relations are so-so.

-The Siriana aren't too fond of type 1 nobles in general.

-Elenors and Agvains are very distant but they don't hate each other. It's more like there was a time in the past where they weren't allowed to be close and it still affects then to this day.

-The Mergas are extremely close to the lords and their line with the Kertias being second. However the Kertias aren't involved romantically often the way the Mergas are.

-The Drosia and the Noblesse have a close relationship. It's somewhat like the Kertias with the lords except the Drosia have morals and are nice.

-The Loyards and the Ru have never liked each other too much at first glance and that's because of their conflicting morals and ideologies due to their previous species.

-The Tradio and the Elenors are somewhat close since they're always interacting.

-The Kravei interact with nobody unless they really like them. Being a Siriana or an Agvain also gives you interactions with them.

Soul Weapons

-The soul weapons contain the souls of all those in the gaju's lineage, even if they weren't the gaju.

-It passes on to a living relative that has reached around 200 (give or take like 10 years around that point) or is older (typically the closest one but not necessarily), or to the person it is willed to by the previous wielder. This is where 200 being 'maturity' comes from. If the wielder is under that point they cannot summon or use it because their bodies are simply not developed enough to do so. In other words they simply cannot do it.

-Soul weapons are influenced by the souls in them and come to have their own tangible and distinct personalities. These are not the souls of those in eternal sleep. They are the emotions that have gathered, become stronger and stronger, and eventually gained a mind of it's own. How far developed this mind is depends on the emotions and the states of the souls that had those emotions.

-As in canon they adjust to each gaju accordingly.

-They cannot be broken. They are simply materialisations after all.

-They typically only take on one form for a person and that is the only form they can be summoned in. They cannot appear in humanoid forms or other such appearances as that would be disrespectful to the souls they are made up of.

-They do not communicate by words. The only time they do is when they first arrive to the wielder. At all other times it is by emotions and aura.

1. Ragnarok

-The strongest emotion here is fatigue (lmao is that an emotion? But y'all understand yea). This is from the duties that they have, their obligations, how they must lead nobles well, etc.

-Definitely female. Swords are not male.

-Ragnarok does not want attention or company or anything of that sort. She just wants to sleep. As such when she isn't summoned she's almost invisible to the lord. Almost as if she doesn't exist. However they can still feel her heaviness even as she rests.

-Summoning and using her is hard because Ragnarok uses the energy of the lord. Moreso than other soul weapons. Every moment she is materialised she siphons energy even if she is doing nothing.

2. Izarok

-There are two personalities here. Both parts are female. The first (usually a sword) is shaped by the love the Mergas have towards all and the wish to enjoy the comforts in life while the second (typically a shield) is the loyalty they have to the lord.

-They both are very sentient and active, going as far as to watching over what occurs in everyday life. They will even let their feelings be known when they aren't materialised in attempts to comfort the gaju, show their happiness, etc.

-Most of the time the two work in tandem but at point the first will want the gaju to seek their own pleasure while the second will insist that she is wrong and they must keep to their duties. As such they will argue by displaying emotions and vibrating which the gaju has to be privy to. Since they get along well, these arguments never last long.

-Quite kind and sweet, even guiding the gaju in how to fight. Beginners are guided by them. The experienced fight on their own using them. Experts fight with them as a team.

-If you aren't talking to sword and shield lesbian mothers often than why are you here.

3. Kartas/Grandia

-The emotions in Kartas are obsession, loyalty and mania. These are in both of the parts who can be considered twins. They're both males too.

-Extremely passive as they don't have opinions on anything. As such using Kartas is like using two bricks. Heavy and very, very taxing. As such each gaju has to mold Kartas to themself and convince the two to listen to them.

-On the other hand Grandia is a blank slate. Splitting the soul weapon caused it to have power but no emotions so it doesn't have a personality. Even when Kartas joins with it there is no personality since Grandia is the dominant one. Therefore it'll probably take quite a while till it develops.

4. Regasus

-Doesn't have extremely strong emotions here honestly. Though he does have a caring attitude to his gaju and children.

-Regasus will treat the gaju like a child and take it upon himself to teach them how to use him. Perfect for children to play with, if they could play with him.

-Can be somewhat difficult in fights because he thinks he knows better what to do than the gaju so they don't work in sync.

5. Blood Witch

-An extreme desire for knowledge. She wants to know everything so she can help everyone in, however that includes testing out harmful things just to see if they really are bad.

-Blood Witch talks (not by words haha. soul weapons don't communicate like that) to her gaju 24/7 and they will have to learn to ignore her. There are cases of Elenors going somewhat crazy or having breakdowns due to her and it is not good.

-When she's out she's somewhat quieter as she must be respectable but in fights her curiosity has to be worked against because testing things out randomly in life threatening situations is not always a good idea.

6. Zulfiqar (Drosia soul weapon)

-A male and female personality who are so in sync they might as well just be a single part rather than two. The lady is colder and moreso with duty, wanting to serve and carry out her role. The gentleman is more caring and wishes to protect those that the gaju cares for. He is also very forgiving while the lady isn't.

-Despite the two views they never argue. They will only step in and help when the gaju needs their advice, same goes for normal everyday life. They will talk with the gaju if it is wanted but otherwise will stay quiet.

-They can be too hands-off though, and might not work with the gaju because they don't realise that they are needed.

7. Amore

-Amore is female and her strongest emotions are loyalty, and rage. It isn't love but rather the unceasing loyalty they have to those that they care for, while the anger is from a few individuals who have been shown that those they loved didn't deserve it.

-She is extremely skeptical due to her rage and will constantly tell her gaju to be vigilant. As such it can be draining to keep her in check emotionally because of how she has no trust in others, even those she serves with all if her heart. Her only trusted person is her gaju because they can't hide anything from her, even if they are completely evil, an asshole, etc.

-She's physically draining too because she wants to eradicate the enemies right away and will constantly try to siphon away power to do so. As such the gaju will have to not only fight, but also control her immaculately and keep themself clear mentally.

8. Messad

-Despite popular belief this lady is not here to fight. Nah. She is lusty. Oh sure she'll get her gaju to fight by encouraging them, but it's not out of bloodthirst. She wants to go into their bodies to feel them since it's the closest she'll ever have to 'romance'. Yeah. Totally.

-Works pretty well in tandem with her gaju because she prioritises their feelings over hers. As such there aren't any problems during fighting.

-Will tease her gaju all the time. She does know when to stop though, and doesn't bother her gaju when she shouldn't. Surprisingly the best soul weapon honestly.

9. Death Scythe

-Does not have strong emotions at all so its personality doesn't really exist either. It is developing but will take much longer before there is something concrete there.

-Basically just a strong weapon and not much else. However, without a personality the gaju must keep it's power in check even when it isn't summoned so they are actually working 24/7.

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