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[waitafrikk]

i think i haube covid

[oddtree-art]

unveils these like a mad scientist's pet project

[deniigi]

i just wanted to let you know that i absolutely love your writing. i found your account a couple years ago when i was super into daredevil and read every single daredevil fic you’d written because i am so obsessed with your characterisations of literally everyone. your writing style is so amazing to me, makes me feel like i’m chewing on glass. at this point i’ve read nearly all of your fics and reread a lot of them too and every time i check on your account and see you’ve switched to a new fandom i get so excited bc it’s almost always a fandom i’m into as well. your writing is just really beautiful and special to me so i wanted to let you know that :)

Our tin hats are synched!!!!

This is a gift as a reader, but it is also a gift to an author. Thank you so much for coming with me as I wander. I’m really amazed by how many of you all trust me when I get invested in a new kind of media, like, I think we all know that my characterization of said media is always going to be a little screwy, but I am so happy that we are enjoying the experience together.

I’m searching for crunchy new things right now, tbh.

I’m not done with Star Wars, but I still need a break from it and to finally make myself watch Rogue One. I think I’m just sort of put off by the circular arguments going around in those circles right now.

I really loved Kenobi. I really liked how we got a representation of him that was compelling and fuckin DUSTY. God, I love the amount of dust in Star Wars. But the other shows just aren’t really drawing me in; their vibe feels very…high stakes and not high stakes in the dusty depressed man in the desert kind of way.

I still can’t quite get myself to write Marvel (that anon who asked if I would ever write Team Red again is a worm in my ear, I swear to god. I WILL TRY. I just need to figure out how). I am trying. I saw a trailer for the new Fantastic Four movie and nearly died. Like. I’m sorry, they choose DIN??? DIN-DIN, Pedro-Din? Din Djarin? To be REED???? ‘

Of all people. Of all people.

You know what I would accept it if they literally just replaced Reed with Din, helmet and all, and said Reed got changed in space.

I could work with that. We could have Johnny trying to have an emotional conversation with a space warrior wearing a helmet and jetpack.

But instead we have.

Anyways.

Marvel continues to amaze me.

The Merlin folks are wonderful, too, though I feel like I’m looking for a characterization of those lads that I can’t quite find.

I don’t know if my particular type of humor is suited for this fandom. I keep wanting to imagine a Marvel/Merlin crossover wherein Sam Wilson meets Merlin in a pub and thinks all is fine and lovely until all hell breaks loose in Cardiff, and he thinks he has to Captain America his way through it, only to be shoved aside by the Welsh public who are just like ‘fuck off, we already have one of you.’

I just think it would be cute if Sam Wilson was the biggest King Arthur nerd out there and he meets him and 1) he’s short because he’s a 6th century king with the immunity of a modern 4year old and 2) he speaks terrible English with the craziest accent anyone has ever heard because his first language is Brythonic, his second language is Latin, and his third/fourth languages are Old Norse/English depending on who he was warring with that month and 3) he and Merlin are so codependent they have to text each other to see what color the other one’s drink is so that they can get one of their own to match even though they are across the whole city.

OFMD is a cesspit. I’m sorry, but there’s next to no engagement there and also people are racefaking in the fandom?? Fuckin’ wild, I can only observe them from a comfortable corner. I would love to write more about Izzy being a bug-eyed chihuahua but I’ve sort of lost motivation to carry on in that sandbox.

I will say that @petrichordiam has gotten me reading the Apothecary Diaries as of yesterday and is stuffing letters in my mailbox about little miss poison, so we can see what will come of that.

I’m taking recommendations, though.

Happy to hear what other folks are into right now.

Is it good??? Is it crunchy?? Do you have fandom drama for me? What are the vibes like? Give me a sense of what’s going on over there.

[007reid]

u have absolutely no idea what 'coffee caramels' did to me omg 😭 u write spencer and his mannerisms so WELL hsbsghdbdh so i come to u with a lil request if that's okay with u !!

spencer insists on playing pretend-doctor for reader who's sick (but denying it) so he invokes his technically-a-doctor card and gives his second opinion just to take care of reader n smother them w looooove

essentially just him teasing y/n and being the stupid Cute attentive nerd he is <3

(inspired by S5E3 where he gets stuck at the bau w garcia bc he was being stubborn abt his injury)

i am never ever Normal abt this guy 😞 i look forward to reading more of ur work and losing my mind over reid with u, aine !! mwa

hiii tysm for requesting, youre so fucking sweet!! <33 drop an emoji to let me know who you are and let’s loose our mind over our fav boy together anon!!!! also sorry this took so long, i wrote like 3k but then hated it so i started over, i love this prompt sm so i feel like i had to do it justice.

pspspsp i love s5 spence so fucking much... his hair went from beautiful to ethereal to mad sexy...s5 treated us well. requests are ALWAYS appreciated !!!!!!

soup. spencer reid

spencer reid x fem!reader, 3k

you've been off it for so long, dodging virus after virus and disease after disease and just right when you thought that you are immune to sickness, you caught it. the inevitable fever.

there was no denying it, you've tried. after getting a headache, you popped a tylenol before you went to sleep, nonchalant. the next morning was when reality really came crashing down. a sore throat.

it progressively got worse throughout the day, and when you came crashing into bed after a long day at work, your nose was feeling stuffy and your were coughing, spewing sickness everywhere you went. you woke up in the middle of night sweating like you had just ran a fucking marathon and only able to breathe through one nostril unless you shift your body entirely.

you did not take to these news well. firmly in denial, you still planned to show up to work the next day.

except you didn't show up to work. sickly and delirious, the part when you press snooze then snooze again slip your mind and at one point you must've turn off your alarm entirely. drifting in and out of consciousness and slipping into dream after dream, it gets harder to tell what is real and what is not.

"y/n? y/n!"

now, it is very probable that the voice isn’t actually real, because why the hell would you be hearing spencer reid’s voice outside of work? the chances are slim to none, and despite the heat pounding at your skull you manage to smile. there is something unexplainably comforting about spencer’s voice, soft and deliberate. it would be foolish to say that under the mad spell he’d cast on you (him simply saying two words) he’s managed to melt away your headache, because he didn’t. you still feel like shit.

“y/n?”

you frown, the voice sounding too insistent and real and not matching up with the visuals of your dream. you feel a tapping on your shoulder and when you blink your eyes open you could’ve screamed.

you jump up and then backwards, huddling your blanket with you, scared for your life. because right in front of you is perhaps the most intimidating creature on the earth; spencer reid in a purple sweater vest with his face so close to yours he could breathe in your sickness, hair tucked carefully behind his ear.

“spencer?” you ask incredulously, but instead your voice comes out a rasp. you clear your throat, feeling something warm creep up your cheek. it might be a blush, but you blame it on the chills. you keep blinking, trying to regain your vision and feel instantaneous embarrassment. you look a mess, sick and dehydrated with dry lips and bad hair and you probably reek of morning breath. and spencer’s there, looking like heaven’s finest angel, smiling at you like he’s smiling at a person and not a monster. spencer has the tendency to treat and look at everyone like they’re the love of his life. you sort of hate it.

“hi y/n,” he breathes, crouching down on the floor before you on the bed. “i—“

“what are you doing here?” you’re too impatient to wait, still in shock.

now. you try not to make it obvious that you have a mad crush on spencer, because if the fact were to spill, you’re not eager cleaning up the consequences. it’s an unestablished, unspoken rule that should be common sense that no workplace dating will be allowed and usually it’s a ridiculous rule, because who the hell would want to date their coworker, like actually? work crushes are normal but they exist only in a part of your day, an eye-candy for you to stare at to get through the day, then you go home or go out and forget about them. who actually has serious work crushes, actually? actually? it’s ridiculous.

your defense is completely solid, you’d say. your number one defense is you can’t help the fact that you and spencer were meant to be friends. the moment you joined the team, you and spencer clicked together like two lego pieces, despite your clashing personalities. you find it refreshing to have someone like spencer, someone who’s soft and sweet but cunning and resourceful but thoughtful and kind, and it was equally refreshing for spencer to have someone blunt and straightforward but still patient enough to put up with him.

spencer doesn’t like physical touch but ever since your first week he made you the exception and if you could, you would parade the privilege around like a badge. what can you say, you’re proud to be spencer’s little exception, anyone would be. he makes you feel special, differently than the others do and what’s a girl to do? to have that great of a relationship with a coworker and not be work spouses and not be actually head over heels with the guy? how laughable.

it’s not something you’re proud of, however. you know it’s a lost cause, chasing after spencer. it hurts, sometimes, but you always patted yourself on the back with an ‘it is what it is.’ spencer, as sweet and vulnerable as he is, has layers behind his thinly veiled heart. he talks a lot but he never talks about himself and he never talks about the past so he doesn’t have to revive it, so all the memories are just wounds left out and neglected to burn. spencer’s trouble, definitely trouble, but it’s hard to be aware of the workload that spencer reid is when he’s rambling to you about something as innocent as halloween or knocking his knuckles on your knee during a flight trying to get your attention.

spencer blinks sheepishly, settling criss cross apple sauce on the ground, lanky legs twisting uncomfortably. “you didn’t come into work and you didn’t answer your phone,” he explains. “emily told me to go check on you.”

you nod. he’s here because emily told him to. it makes a lot more sense now. “i’ll head in the office now,” you say, making your way out of bed, wiping at your eyes. “sorry—“

“no you’re not,” spencer says immediately, not even hesitating. he places a hand on your upper chest, pressing you back down on the bed. the butterflies at the pit of your stomach throws a fit. you know he means nothing by the action—has spencer reid ever been the one knowledgeable about romance?—but knowing that doesn’t help the heat that spread up your cheeks that’s definitely not from the sickness. “you’re burning up,” he says. “i’ll get you some water. you should clean up,” he says, uncrossing his legs difficultly and then stumbling out the room, mismatched socks slipping on the hardwood floor.

you take advantage of the time that spencer’s not there and race to the bathroom, ignoring the blackout and the dizziness that threatens to make you faint from getting up too abruptly. you squirt some toothpaste onto your toothbrush and by the time you exit the bathroom, spencer is already there, waiting, except he’s by your desk, hands on a book.

typical.

he perks up when he hears your footsteps pad into the room, turning around, looking like a child who’s been caught with your book in his hands. you smile at him, albeit it’s a pathetic smile. you feel dizzy.

“you like toni morrison?”

“i love toni morrison,” spencer chirps, excitement bouncing all over his face. “especially her masterwork, beloved,” he looks back down at your red copy admiringly then sets it down. "get back in bed," he says, and you can't wrap your hand around how ridiculous the situation is. your coworker, or work crush, is at your house, checking your temperature and shooing you to bed to rest. "i bought you soup so you can eat up, i--"

“you bought me soup?” you ask, incredulous. spencer nods seriously.

“it's proven that eating soup makes people feel better, not just some stereotype. the right amount of sodium can help help relieve sore throat pains and the vitamins and minerals found in soup can play a very large part in recovery...i had a feeling you were going to be sick, it’s the weather, you know? everyone is catching the cold. you need to eat it before it gets cold, the heat helps with nasal digestion and also sinus pressure and it'll be useless if you ate it lukewarm...i’ll be right back…” and with the babbling his voice fades out as he walks back out to the living room, leaving you alone standing on the side of your bed. you look at the forgotten copy of beloved set carefully back onto your desk, smiling to yourself slightly before climbing back into bed, because spencer says so and spencer’s always right but mostly because your legs feel like they’re going to give out.

spencer is speedy, striding several steps at once with his ridiculously long legs that looks unnaturally lanky but once he reaches your room again, soup and spoon in hand you were already nodding off, head lolling and eyes slipping shut. spencer stops at your bed stand, thinking to himself for a second before balancing the plastic bowl of soup on one hand and using the other to gently nudge at your face, waking you up. he grimaces when he feels that your skin burns to the touch, a bright tint to your cheeks that he hates himself for liking because you're sick, he shouldn't be thinking that you're pretty or stuff like that.

spencer waves the thought away, determined to focus on his mission. deliver soup, make sure you're okay, and send his farewells. that's what emily told him to do, and even though derek added a "kiss her goodnight too, loverboy!" he's only going to listen to emily, because emily knows best.

yes. perfect. that's exactly what he's going to do.

"hey," he whispers, caressing his thumb across the lightly purple patch under your eye, frowning to himself. you haven't been getting good enough sleep, and he feels guiltier for waking you up, but then straightens himself up resolutely--no. emily said the soup must be delivered and consumed--just to melt again when your eyes flutter open, confused and traces of sleep still floating around your facial expression. "sorry," he mumbles, feeling oddly embarrassed. "it's just--i mean, you don't have to, jus' want you to eat something before you sleep again."

you sit up slowly, and once you're fully awake again, the smell of the soup hits you like a bucket of ice and you suddenly feel your mouth watering. you feel like a princess, sitting there with your hands crossed in your lap while you wait for spencer to unwrap the plastic utensils and tissues from its clear packaging, carefully opening up the lid of the soup on the night stand and hot steam floats around the room, engulfing both you and spencer in a bubble of tomato soup.

spencer, a planner that he is, didn't let you eat directly from the plastic take-out bowl from the restaurant and had rummaged through your kitchen for a bowl and pours half the soup into the ceramic, no spillage and perfectly clean. then he hands the soup to you, and you eat.

to say that spencer is concerned is to say the least. you're a profiler, and you're trained to pick up on this sort of thing but you only need to be a child with an undeveloped brain to work out that spencer's worried, watching your every move and monitoring that you eat enough, the crease in his brows deepen whenever you set the bowl down so you pick it up again and stuff two more spoonfuls in your mouth, to hopefully make him worry less.

the silence is awkward, the only sounds in the room is you biting down on the spoon occasionally as you drink your soup and spencer watching intently, hands on his chin and unaware of his staring problem. you and spencer rarely has these kind of silences, the silences where you scramble for things to say because the atmosphere would always be too comfortable. you sneak glances at him as you eat. since spencer's completely oblivious to the heaviness of the silence, you feel it's up to you to break it.

"i'll clock in once i'm finish eating this, don't worry," you say, trying your best to sound reassuring as you try to choke back a spoonful of soup too big. you lick your lips, and spencer is biting his, a bad habit.

"no you're not, y/n," he says, exasperated. normally, when spencer uses his 'i'm right so you should listen to me' tone like this, it means he's geared for an argument and you would be happy to challenge him, but now you can't find the energy for it. yet you muster enough up anyway.

"i'm only a bit shaken up 'cause of the weather," you say, trying to sound as convincing as possible, still in the calm before the storm of the bicker. "'m not immobile. and i already used up all my off days visiting my family--"

spencer, however, didn't bother for the peaceful offering. "you're not coming in today, y/n," he says, and he sounds a bit anxious but you know his true intent. his eyes are mirthful with confidence, and he knows he's already won the argument. despite the buzzing in your ears and the fuzziness in your brain, you can't let the bastard win. you can't.

“i can’t miss anymore days spencer, and i won’t,” you say coldly, but you slurping on the soup hungrily like it’s your last day on earth sort of ruined your cool facade. “i’m not too sick, either, it’ll be useless for me to stay home—“

spencer reaches to press his palm against your forehead, his skin cold to the touch. you close your eyes instinctively.

“you’re burning up,” he announces. “means your sick. you’re not coming in today, y/n.”

“says who?” you say defensively, feeling a bit like you’re loosing.

“says me,” spencer says cooly, cheeky smile at his lips. you should hate it more than you do. “who’s a doctor.”

you scoff. “so now you’re an actual doctor? you got a medical phd on you?”

“i have a bachelor in medicine and enough doctorates to make me slightly knowledgeable in every field,” spencer quips and you didn’t even know that he had a bachelor in medicine. how many fucking degrees does this guy even have on his resume?

“whatever,” you grumble, sounding a lot like someone who’s just got defeated. you set the bowl of soup down on the nightstand and spencer hands you a bottled water before you could think about needing water. you pluck it from his offering hands, muttering a “thanks” under your breath.

spencer laughs quietly, watching you drink patiently and putting the cap back on when you hand him back the bottle, setting it next to your soup. you feel ridiculously babied and your cheeks burn with the guilt you feel. you’re talking him off his office hours just to be here and feed you stuff and make sure you’re taking care of yourself.

spencer, the 24/7 profiler, notices. "is something wrong?" he asks innocently, round eyes blinking and oblivious. bless him. "you got redder. is it too hot? i can adjust the a/c."

“fine,” you mumble, still a little embarrassed with your realization. “little cold, actually.”

“it's the chills from your fever,” spencer informs you. “i…” he pauses, frowning again, frustrated from not being able to finish his thought. he abandons it. “do you need anything else?”

“no spence,” you laugh sort of pathetically, throat strained. “you’ve been an angel already. you can go back to the office, if you want.”

spencer thinks back to what emily had told him. soup. make sure she’s ok. leave. he’s done the past two steps. it’s time he completes his mission.

but…

“are you sure?” he prods, a little bit of him hoping that you'd say no. he doesn't know what it is; something bothering him, making him dread leaving.

you didn't get the cue. "mhmm," you shoot him a reassuring smile. as reassuring as you can manage, anyway, grimacing at the insistent throb in your head. spencer gnaws on his bottom lip, indecisive. you don't know what he was deciding between.

whatever battle it was, he wraps it up quick. "okay," he repeats. "i'll get back."

"you do that."

"remember to drink water."

"i will."

"do you need me to bring you more?"

"i'm okay."

"okay."

"okay."

the conversation feels incomplete and spencer isn't interested to complete it, booting out the door, except he lingers for a bit and awkwardly turns around, hand on the frame. you are already looking at him when he looks at you.

you and spencer are never this awkward, never this hesitant and strange. the tension that suffocates your room feels like signature first-date-tension, the kind of nervous excitement and tip-toeing blind lovers and uncertainty.

"are you sure?"

i'd rather you stay. you push the response away. "i am."

"you have medicine right?"

you do have medicine. for a brief moment, you want to lie about it; want to say that you ran out this morning and then he would run to the store for you and return and then spend more time in your insufferable, sickly presence. you brush the thought away within a second. never in a million years do you want to bother spencer, especially not with a thing as selfish as that. maybe it's because of your biased vision but spencer is looking like he's desperate to leave, practically screaming for outlet at the door. it's time you let him go and indulge in the worst sleep you'll ever have.

"yeah," you say, clearing your throat. "i do."

"okay," spencer says. "i'll go."

"thanks," you add awkwardly. "for the soup. and for coming."

"'course" spencer says absentmindedly, lingering at the door frame but not looking at you in particular, not looking at anything. he snaps back and sends you a wave. spencer has a power to him where everything he does looks unplanned, like he's doing it against his own will.

he leaves. if you had change your mind and ask for him to come back, for him to stay, he would've. no hesitation. but you didn't, and he wiggles back in his broken in converses and return back to the bau with no elevator partner.

maybe another day.

a/n: sorry for the ending, this was getting too long so i had to cut it short 😓😓but i think it's kinda fitting! lmk if you guys want a part 2 <3

[mechalot]

my Otherworldly_Night design

(also placeholder Joyous design but this aint about him)

this twink was a nightmare to design but overall i am ok to proud with my interpretation. design notes under the cut because it is in my NATURE to yap about character design

Design notes!!!

I wanted them to be uncanny,, hopefully you can see this in their proportions – their hunched over posture, weird leg:everything else ratio, their arms long enough for their hands to slightly extend past their knees, and that face-wide grin. Also this is less noticeable in this piece but their thighs ARE bent back in a digitigrade stance which I thought was a fun way to hint that This Thing Is Not Human. I thought making them the most human-looking out of the whole Night cast would be interesting because my interpretation of their name isn't that they're Otherworldly because they're the most similar looking to humans. I have to thank Slenderman and Lamb of Kindred (League) for being my main inspirations to draw on for their uncanniness

nerd shit but I also tried to take values into account while designing this guy. I don't like how muddled the values around his upper torso are BUT i tried to make their "flowers" and grin the brightest because those SHOULD be the first things your eyes focus on

Their hair!!! Oh it was delightful to work on their hair. Like I already wrote I based them off sea urchin anatomy; specifically flower urchins. I simplified the pedicellariae into flower shapes courtesy of the name and because they contributed to that expanding spiky shape theory they had going on (see: their snazzy coat flared out, their tie, their hair when it's not limp). Also they're venomous cuz flower urchins are!! That's fun. I'd imagine the Nights are immune to the venom cuz they're made of the same stuff but the venom isn't too potent either to the Day Operatives who are mostly machine and Also held together by darkness

Their hands are Also pedicellariae! if you look closer they only have 3 "fingers" because of that. These are also venomous

Their mouth is veryy based off a scallop [see below]. Their teeth are slightly feathery and flexible and their actual eyes are fixed between their gums. They mayhaps have 30 of them

i dont know what the FUCK is going on with their shoes that may be the design's weakest link. i love the idea they just wear slip-ons however

that's all that i have in mind as of writing! thank you so much for listening. I apologize if this is bordering on incompressible as ive never been the person to write my thoughts intelligibly especially if its on something im passionate on such as character design,,, ive been wanting to redesign Otherworldly_Night for a WHILE now and he's one guy whos gone through many MANY REVISIONS so im super happy to finally find a design i can get behind

[anxietygremlin7]

BOTHERING YOU!!! DOING MY JOB AS A MOOT!!

Hi pookie, how are you <3

I'm building a bed in your askbox because its kind of cozy in here, you've done so much with the place!!

Do you have any thoughts on Southern Tango Tek, small man in my pocket, and if he would use the word "drunkificate" or "drunkify"? I'm stuck on what to use.

Love you!! <3

HI SAUCE!!!!!

I'm actually doin pretty well rn, thanks for asking (saw some cool trees today and a very epic waterfall(it wasn't super massive but the hike I went on wasn't supposed to have any water so it was a nice surprise)) I hope you're doin well too :)

oooo yes, you are totally welcome to stay here! I do try to make it as comfy as possible, but feel free to add any decorations or things as you see fit!!

Thoughts on Southern Tango Tek. Well then. I think we can starts with the obvious, that man knows how to charm anyone to death. Literally reading that first chapter and getting to know the characters was such an experience, I've never seen anyone write Tango like that and it just worked soooo well!! And the few "southern-ism's" we've gotten to see do far have been hilarious (like the whole "oil" conversation, had me genuinely laughing out loud) and I can't wait to see more of them!!!! (also as someone who loves ice tea, I can appreciate his obsession with it, even tho I'm not quite on his level lol)

One more random thing here before I get to your actually question (well, actually two things): first, idk how normal this is but whenever I read stuff I'm sort of reading it "out loud" in my head (if that makes sense) but for some reason, I just can't read/hear Tango's dialogue with a southern accent? like, I know what they sound like, and I am well aware he has one (and uses it inappropriately if I may add) but when I'm reading, it just doesn't register for some reason

second, I've had multiple ppl ask me (irl) if I'm from the south/if I have relatives from there because they think I have a southern accent. I have never been to the south, or any place when they have that sort of accent, I have heard ppl talk with those accents irl a handful of times, maybe, yet for some reason, when I'm nervous I slur my words just enough for ppl to think I have a southern accent. Strange thing's goin on in Grem Land! (that was your random piece of unsolicited Grem Lore TM)

Anyways, now to answer your actual question (I do like to ramble don't I....welp lol)

I'm not a grammar nerd like you (/aff (you actually taught me how to use em-dashes and now I use them quite often so thanks for that lol)) but I think it depends on what he's talking about. Like "drunkificate" sounds like he's talking to his friend about going out to the bar and getting drunk while "drunkify" sound more like getting someone else drunk? like maybe during Jimmy's birthday party (if he lets Grian do the bar crawl he wants to) Tango's there and excited and says to Jimmy, "Now it's officially time to drunkify you!" while already being pretty tipsy himself. I honestly could also see him saying "Time to drunkificate you!" as well tho. I would also like to add my own take on this with "drunkification". I feel like this works with the day he talks and could be a good word to use when he's talking about the process of becoming drunk. Like, during this hypothetical bar crawl, Tango walks into the last bar they're goin too, already quite drunk himself, arm around Jimmy who's not immune to the alcohol either, and just shouts at the top of his lungs with the rest of the party crew behind him, "Drunkification time!!!". The rest of the ppl in the bar all look at them for a second and then turn back to their conversations because that's definitely not the weirdest thing they've seen in a college town bar.

uhh anyways, those were my very long winded rambly thoughts, hopefully you appreciated them or at least found them a tad bit funny!!! :)))

love you too <3

(also I've been typing this whole thing during out back-and-forth under your Tango Tek eye color post lol, so thank you sm for that <333)

[deusvervewrites]

For this ask game!

Midoriya gets Flect Turn’s quirk

There's a joke here about that snippet I wrote where AFO!Inko murders Flect and steals his Quirk for Izuku but I don't care enough about Flect to tell it.

One day when Midoriya was 2 or 3, his skin suddenly turned luminescent green! Realizing that he got his Quirk, Midoriya was super excited about it! Right up until he went to hug his mom and a wave of energy knocked her back. Luckily, being a young child making light contact, it didn't really hurt her, but it freaks him out.

Bakugou fucking hates Midoriya's Quirk. Midoriya is basically immune to his Quirk and worse reflects it back at him! How can Bakugou prove that he's the strongest now? And if he's not the strongest... what does that make him? Midoriya meanwhile becomes touch-averse out of fear of hurting others, though Inko's unwavering support means that he never develops the "I am unable to form meaningful human connections" thing that Flect had. Growing up, he also struggles with how he keeps Reflecting things he wants to pick up or use.

Izuku's Quirk struggles lead to him becoming a massive Quirk Nerd like his is in canon because he loves seeing people overcome their Quirk problems or come up with creative uses for their Quirks. This eventually leads to him realizing that since his Quirk is an emitter there must be a way to control it properly.

By the time UA rolls around, he hasn't found a way to disable it, but he can redirect the energy from his Reflecting, allowing him to propel himself by Reflecting off of surfaces. It also means that when Uraraka stops him from falling he had to quickly blast the ground to avoid hitting her.

The entrance exam is easy for someone who can rip the robots apart by touching them while also turning their attacks against them. He ends up in 1-A as per my headcanons on why students are assigned to what class. Aziawa's Erasure turning off Reflect is what really helps him make massive strides in controlling the Quirk

+1. Inko is way less stressed about Izuku wanting to be a Hero seeing as his Quirk makes him pretty untouchable.

[badgod01]

hello again!! its the a03 anon hehe,, i come with a request this time around if thats ok!! (perfectly fine if not ofc!) as one of my favorite characters, i was wondering what you thought about scag? whether it be just your general thoughts on her, or so much as actual headcanons, i wanna know your thoughts!! i adore that silly computer gal there is NOTTT enough content of her like. anywhere. have a good day/night/whenever you see this!! eat and hydrate if you havent <3

I love Scag and have a few personal HCs for her! (Thank you for the hydration and food reminder, just got home and I need to do both of those things tbh. And obligatory thank you for this ask.)

I got pretty sad when she got an official VA—no shame to her VA because I've grown to enjoy the voice she got, but I've always imagined she had a deeper valley girl-ish voice with vocal fry, because her whole aesthetic reminds me of Y2K nostalgia and the voice was a huge thing. I imagine she speaks with a more sarcastic cadence which aligns more perfectly to her gen Z attitude.

In terms of stylistic choice when it comes to human forms, also incredibly gothic Y2K to me, but in the same way TikTok calls anything black "gothic" "Y2K". She's 100% the "poser" aesthetic—like, people who aren't in "the know" would call it emo and people who are in the know would be like "wtf that's not emo". I like the idea of Scag wearing huge-ass glasses to compensate for those big ol peepers of hers. She looks hot going outside or on social media—but when she's relaxing at home, she probably looks like a completely different person lol.

I generally portray her as disabled, either using crutches or a wheelchair, because her legs no work. (I don't have details on the type of disability, just that she has one, that it's chronic, and it affects her ability to walk. I usually chalk this up to a sort of disability that affects her spinal cord, and hence she can't really move it or walk unless she wants a big world of hurt.) This is mainly a reference to the fact that she generally can't move unless the cart wheeling her around actually works and isn't glued to the floor.

Scag is already canonically transgender (MTF). I'm obviously not MTF (I am FTM) but I generally view her as someone who's already pretty happy at her stage of transition. On E, has nice tits and a cute bod, facial feminization, and a bit of voice training. Admittedly, I get kinda squicked out at the idea of bottom surgery so I don't portray her as having that (or really any of my trans HCs genuinely) but it'd make the most sense for her next.

It's implied she's kind of a huge weeb and nerd. She probably likes collecting figurines and has a lot of 'em. She's not immune to losing a shit ton of money to blind boxes. HORRIBLE spending habits. LOVES gachapon. That being said, she probably loves PMMM (biased because I like PMMM) and is probably a fujoshi because I think it's funny and aligns with her batshit character a bit.

[zambicarts]

This turned into a whole project over on bsky, with a drawing of my Fallout OCs for each prompt! Answers below the cut, long post alert:

Question 1: no one must know that she used to be a sorority girl. NO ONE.

Question 2:

Maisie: self-esteem is her dump stat. Simon: better at it than you. Better at it than anyone, even.

Question 3: reusing some old art of Simon for this one because it's already perfect.

Question 4: coyote and turkey vulture!

Question 5: coping mechanism [REDACTED]

Question 6:

"I can barely taste anymore and I'm immune to diseases, isn't cooking kind of a waste? Just saying." "You will EAT this mantis stew and you will LIKE it!"

Question 7: I am famously bad at color palettes, and even when I don't draw them in sepia tones they're mostly shades of brown, but-

Simon: neon wildfire. Bright and impossible to miss. Maisie: faded sky blues, with a splash of radioactive green.

Question 8: gonna let them answer for each other on this one.

Question 9: I actually made little mini-playlists for them when I did ref sheets for artfight this year!

Question 10: sorry the last one is depressing sorry!!

Simon: plenty, but he ain't telling YOU. Maisie: would trade immortality for true love AND be a huge nerd about it.

[ofmermaidstories]

Ooh ooh I wanna ask >:3

🙊Your coworkers or classmates stumble across one of your fics, but don't know you're the author. Do you fess up? Or keep quiet?

🟥How long do you spend in edits?

🎬One of your fics gets turned into a TV series. Which one is it and what network is it on?

👩‍🎓 Do you have an 'official' creative writing background such as a degree or previous experience publishing?

😁What makes you happiest? New fic comments, kudos, bookmarks, user subscribers, story subscribers, or Tumblr asks?

I wanted to ask less but I am truly curious about all of these hope it isn't a bother ...

you’re never a bother castle. 🥺🌷 but thank u for playing. 🥹😌

🙊: your coworkers or classmates stumble across one of your fics, but don’t know you’re the author. do you fess up? or keep quiet?

this is not really relevant to me bc everyone i come into contact with eventually learns that i write fic. 🩷 LOL. this has literally been a pattern my entire life. the only time i have ever genuinely been shy about explaining what i write was recently, while meeting a (visual) artist who wasn’t familiar with the concept of self-insert fic. 🥹 but mostly i think that had to do with a friend standing there being like, “it’s hot steamy PORN!!!” LOL.

🟥: how long do you spend in edits?

not long enough LMFAO. i hate editing with a burning passion. 💀 honestly tho at a certain stage you kinda need to treat it seriously (so that whatever you’re writing is readable 😔) but by the time im ready for a proper editing stage i just wanna rush through it to get to the fun stuff (posting). 😔🥺

🎬: one of your fics gets turned into a TV series. which one is it and what network is it on?

what are our rules of engagement? like it’s a bonafide 1:1 adaptation, the fact that it’s fic be damned? or it’ll be stripped down and the serial numbers filed off and everyone’s names changed? if it was a 1:1 adaptation, then surrender would be the most fun!!! there’s a bit of action, romance, and also potential for multiple seasons if it did well. ���� if it was something that was gonna have the serial numbers filed off, then i’d want it to be like, the widening sky or something—a fic that wasn’t so dependant on the context of canon for the background. either way tho neither of them would be signed over to netflix or the like, i’d literally rather die than make a a deal with those assholes.

👩‍🎓: do you have an ‘official’ creative writing background such as a degree or previous publishing experience?

nah, i’m a hobbyist. 😌 i wish i’d studied creative writing, or something, in school—it sounds like so much fun!!—but i didn’t! 🥺

😁: what makes you happiest? new fic comments, kudos, bookmarks, user subscribers, story subscribers, or tumblr asks?

i’m not immune to the lure of a comment. 🥹 or a ask!!! everything else is just math in disguise and maths is for nerds. 💕

[nochi-quinn]

candela obscura chapter one episode 3: bad news: the rest of it

hand porn people come get your juice

(it's me I'm hand porn people) (you think I watched four seasons of Magicians for the plot?)

you mustn't read from the book

cool I hate it

auggie: EYYYY

edmund?

auggie's expression in his art is still so good. love character art that says so much about a character

"before each of you are visited by - " my garbage brain: "three ghosts"

oh the grey streak in charlie's hair is new

backstory, bacKSTORY

oh not the mental arguments, those are the worst

auggie my beloved

howard

howard's been high on ghosts for a week

"what were you doing?" "ghosts"

"have you had it looked at?" "I've looked at it :D"

I heard that "insight check" she didn't say

I had to step away, who drilled a hole in their head this time

okay nobody drilled a hole in their head but auggie is Impersonating a Police Officer

god all I can think of is the opening to the Lungfishopolis section in Psychonauts

"Doing well, Officer O'Lungfish! Following all posted laws, to the letter!"

CITIZENS OF THE ENVIRONMENT

do you scarlet?

give the baby cocaine

AUGGIE

the average nextdoor poster

MATTHEW I was DRINKING

nefarious something somethings

"come back with a warrant"

aw he got his hoity-toity politics niece a book

it's tusk love

it's BETTER it's HARDY BOYS

I'm something of a spooky story myself

"there's DRUGS in the WALLS"

you what your what

"they're both equally shit"

roll for ricochet

table: howard no robbie: HOWARD YES

"to make you go to sleepytime"

oh oh that one episode of doctor who

idiot's lantern! that one

oh that's very cool

we love an interactive prop

oh no irl dark

insert symmetra "fall back" voice line here

oh I hate it

OH I HATE IT

too tall. too much. too much limb.

when I step you step we step

I very much heard "crying"

I didn't ask how big the room is I said I cast oil lantern

I PUT THE TEAM ON MY BACK

ghost floaters

"only you can create forest fires"

I'm just thinking of the werewolf from paranatural

AUGGIE

[percy lovm voice] I AM EXTREMELY FLAMMABLE

"that was my kamehameha" nerd

"drive it like you stole it"

……..kara-sene

uku'toaaaaa

"I don't know the rules, I can't roleplay my way out of this"

auggie :(

lycanthropic ficus

"what do you have?" "a gun! :D" "NO"

my permanent fallout brainrot insists on hearing "deacon" instead

of "deagan"

"it's a magic gun that's bat at ghosts"

[tma voice] ghost bullet

oh I haven't been looking, I didn't realize ashley took the jacket off

stop I'm already gay

I am not immune to matthew mercer's version of slimy charm

playing dishonored be like

arlo's little dreamy voice going "I have a rifle :D"

matt that sound effect was ENTIRELY unnecessary

god help me for the reference I'm about to make

"THE BULLETS JUST KEEP GOING THROUGH THE HOOOOOLES"

elephant graveyard but for trains

"we're urban spelunking"

oh, it's filch

sounds like something someone who was skulking would say

"tetanus is the true enemy"

howard Leeroy Jenkins margrove

and then arlo had no face

[zenyatta voice] experience nothingness

"a person appears in the portal" stanford?

that is a joker from improbable island

(please play improbable island)

matthew I have never hated your sound effects so much as I do in this moment

OOF obsidian stab

you are flying through the air no matter what

FLAMING AXE

you ever grow another arm just to punch a guy

I was JOKING

"uh-oh!"

SAVE US GHOST BRAIN MAN

the softest "oh no"

BE THE SPRIGG YOU WANT TO SEE IN THE WORLD

HOWARD'S NO COWARD

LEEEEEEEROY JEEEEEEENKIIIIIINS

"what is the exact light temperature of your ritual"

noooo let arlo do her cool trick shot

summon the spirit of percy

hey matt what the fuck

howard's made of ghosts

"I feel strange" because you're made of ghosts

I enjoy that ashley stays in character voice the entire time she's playing. like she's just auggie now.

okay what matt said was cool but I also like the idea of auggie not being able to rely on being able to physically fight his way out of shit and having to actually read the situation

hey robbie what the f u c k

bad news: the rest of it

[make-me-imagine]

Hi, lovely. Can I ask for a, Male Marvel/Avengers ship. If it's alright with you, please.

Features: I am a short woman 4'9. I have curly golden honey-blond hair which goes to my bra-strap length, I have dark chocolate brown eyes, and a little bit of chubbiness in my cheeks. I have a butterfly-shaped scar on my forehead which is from skin cancer from when I was 5-6 years old.

My birthday is July 29, Leo. My sexuality is bisexual. I go by she/her.

Disorder/Disability I have: Dyslexia, Epilepsy, and Anxiety.

Personality: I am a sweet, loving, stubborn, caring, gentle, and understanding woman but if you mess with me/hurt me, my family, friends, or the people I love I become scary-scary.

Likes/love to do: I love to drawing/painting, embroidery, reading (I am a bit of a bookworm), anime, cosplaying, doing any type of math, loves plants/nature, and baking in my free time.

I don't like/afraid/scared of: afraid of Spiders, don't like people insulting or making fun of family/Love ones/Friends, and I don't like being yelled at because it scares me from past traumas and anxiety.

If I had a superpower and was a hero in the Marvel world, what would it be: I would have the power/ ability to control plants like DC Poison Ivy. Poison Ivy is able to control all plant life on a molecular level, enhanced physical abilities, and Poison immunity. Also I am a plant nerd and I just really connect with plants/nature.

Style: I love to wear, off-the-shoulder shirts, leggings, jeans, button-up shirts, dresses, and once in a while a shirt with a long skirt. My home aesthetic is a mix between astronomy and witch.

The only other thing is that I wear a heart-shaped ruby necklace around my neck which was a gift from my whole family. I never take it off.

I hope I didn't over do it, lovely and if so, I am sorry. I hope you have a nice day. Please keep up the good work, writers like you deserve more love and credit.

Thank you for the commission ship, I appreciate it! I hope you like it <3

I ship you with Peter Parker! (Specifically Tom Hollands).

I know I know, you said you don't like spiders, BUT he doesn't look like a spider, so I hope that wouldn't bother you. And he would always be super aware of this. He would take care of any spiders that made their way inside, and would slowly and gently try to help you get over your fear of them (but would never force it).

He would never raise his voice at you, and any time someone did he would step in, taking your hand in his to keep you grounded and to remind you that he was right there for you.

You two met in school when you were younger, and had a really close friendship that developed naturally into a relationship. You were both book-nerds and math nerds, so this only helped your bond grow.

You both realized around the same time you had feelings for one another, and it was also around the time he became Spiderman. He didn't hide it from you and told you immediately, which then prompted you to tell him about your own mutation.

He always knew you had a green-thumb, but realizing it was because of a power only made him more amazed and enamored by you. He wasn't angry that you kept it from him, understanding that you were afraid he might be afraid of you. But now you were both aware f each other's secrets, and would take the to the grave.

You ended up helping him when villains would show up, and you two became a team (with Ned as well of course). He always wanted to keep you safe and was protective of you. Even making you a suit to hide your identity and keep you from harm.

Though one day, the two of you were attacked by surprise and you got hurt.

--- --- ---

Peter's mind went blank when he saw you disappear as the explosion rocked the building. Smoke and fire clouded his vision as he yelled out for you before being tackled by the villain the two of you had been trying to track down. It turned out, he had been trying to find him as well.

The fight seemed to drag on as Peter tried desperately to end it so he could find you, so he could know you were okay. But the villain kept keeping his distance, fighting long range and Peter couldn't quite get to him to knock him down.

Relief washed over him when the villain had lunged for him, and instead of reaching him, was pulled to the ground my vines wrapped around his legs. You bound the villain so he couldn't move and Peter took the moment to knock him unconscious before he ran through the smoke to find you.

You were on your knees, breathless but alive. Peter felt tears brim his eyes as he collapsed next to you, wrapping you tightly in his arms. Your arms snaked around his waist as you both held each other for a few moments.

As Peter pulled away he looked over you, seeing blood soaking your shirt. He felt his gut clench as choked out his words, "Please tell me that's not your blood."

He knew it was, but he couldn't fathom that you had been hurt so badly, that he failed to protect you.

Meeting your eyes he saw how drooped they were and his chest tightened.

You smiled softly, though it didn't reach your eyes. "I wish I could."

Then your vision swam before going black, all you remembered hearing was Pete's desperate please for you to stay awake.

When you woke up, the bright light of the hospital room caused you to squint your eyes. You could barely get your barrings before someone appeared beside you, their hands gently cupping your face.

As you met a pair of familiar eyes, you felt relief wash over you.

"Madison" Peter spoke softly, tears in his eyes.

"Pete." You mumbled out, your throat dry.

As he pressed a kiss to your forehead, right on the scar he had grown to love so much, he let out shaky breath, "Please don't ever scare me like that again Sunshine."

You felt your lips curl into a soft smile. "I'm sorry."

He pulled away from you as he shook his head, "It was my fault. I was too slow to react I should have protected you."

You took his hand and squeezed it, "You pushed me out of the way of the explosion. Yeah I still got hurt, but I would have died if you hadn't Peter. You saved me, don't feel guilty, please."

He remained silent but nodded his head softly as he looked down at your bandaged hand. You knew it would take a while for his guilt to pass. You squeezed his hand again and he met your eyes.

You smiled at him, "I'm okay, I'll be okay I promise."

He felt a small smile forming on his face as relief slowly coursed through him as he nodded, "I know." Leaning forward he pressed another kiss to your forehead, "I love you Sunshine"

"I love you too Peter."

xx

I hope you liked it! <3

(Commission Ships)

[yuichiroswife]

Get To Know Me Meme.

Favorite Color(s): I personally love the color black, always have since I was a child. I just find it very... I dunno how to explain it exactly? It's just mesmerizing to me.

Favorite Flavor(s): I love sweet flavors, but my all time favorite flavors are anything that's sour and I mean SOUR. That extremely sour candy? My favorite. I have eaten so many sour things that I have grown immune to most sour candies. I don't pucker my lips, my eyes don't do the squinty thing, nor do they water. This is probably bad since too much sour stuff destroys your mouth, but I have a bad habit of eating sour stuff to the point the roof of my mouth and tongue are all torn up.

Favorite Genres: Horror and mystery are my two most favorite genres! I also enjoy psychological-horror and some of that really old timey adult humor. I dunno, supposed "humor" nowadays just isn't funny to me, it's pretty bland.

Favorite Music: You see, I've listened to a large assortment of music from the time I was little so I don't really know if I have a favorite music type? Though I can say that I enjoy metal music from back in the era of when my parents were growing up, same with their pop music. I also enjoy more... dark styled music too.

Favorite Movie(s): This is a hard one for me because I don't really watch movies anymore, but since I'm a big ass nerd I'll just list some video game movies/anime movies (and a few actual movies I can recall) that I've enjoyed — Sonic the Hedgehog (2020), Sonic the Hedgehog 2 (2022), The Super Mario Bros. Movie (2023), Train to Busan (2016), Spider-Man (2002), Spider-Man 2 (2004), Spider-Man 3 (2007), My Hero Academia: Two Heroes (2018), My Hero Academia: Heroes Rising (2019), and My Hero Academia: World Heroes' Mission (2021) is the last one I'll list because I don't wanna make this too long.

Favorite Series: Just like I did with the movies, I'm only gonna list a few because it'll end up getting WAY too long (I also assume this means any series, whether it's real or anime or video games): Kimetsu no Yaiba (2016 - 2020), Boku no Hero Academia (2014 - Ongoing), Code Geass (2006 - along with any new additions), Sailor Moon (1991 - along with any new additions), Attack on Titan (2013 - 2023), Shugo Chara (2007 - 2010), Resident Evil (1996 - Ongoing), Sonic the Hedgehog (1991 - Ongoing), Kirby (1992 - Ongoing), Stranger Things (2016 - Ongoing), and Fire Emblem (1990 - Ongoing).

Last Song: Take Me Back To Eden - Sleep Token

Last Series: Jujutsu Kaisen because my sister is forcing me to watch it with her. Help me.

Last Movie: Resident Evil: Death Island

Currently Reading: I am currently reading the Boku no Hero Academia manga (and awaiting new updates) while also being forcefully read/show the Jujutsu Kaisen manga by my little sister.

Currently Watching: My answer for this is the same as my answer for the question about the last series I've watched, Jujutsu Kaisen, because my sister is dead set on making me get into the series with her.

Currently Working On: Nothing really at the moment because I'm still in one of my phases where I can't seem to get anything done without feeling like I'm dying on the inside, hence I've just kinda been gaming to try and lift up my writing mood.

Tagged by: @neglectedbond Tagging: I don't really have many people to tag anymore or know who to tag exactly so just go ahead and steal this from me if you wanna fill this out, make sure to tag me as well so I can see it!

[zoekrystall]

My twt timeline is partially filled with the new pokemas alt bc it got officially revealed and fanart next to the important stuff and it is wild how it has been a decade and I can still turn into a blushing mess and feel my temp rise it's ridiculous how much power a single fictional pretty boy got over me fuck. I might be aroace irl but reg the aro part am I not immune to a select few fictional guys. You can really figure out who fronts by testing this I remember having been such a mess on my 18th birthday when I replayed w a friend and some wine. I cannot think of a single other char that makes me that incapable and like sure I'm kinda into obey me again and lucifer is my dear there but it's so whatever in comparison. I started stardew valley and like harvey you're cute but by 99% of fictional guys it's just out of boredom. Maybe wilson from don't starve ages ago ig I recall having read a lot of x reader on good ol wattpad *shrugs*. All I know is I realized I have a thing for science dudes ig esp when we take my only ever miracle irl crush into consideration who was our class science nerd who I gen still think abt a fair amount,, anyways this ain't about him everyone hope I get my husband once the event drops without falling into bad habits again or I will combust <3

I'm getting more and more over it now I think the discovery gets it's one year anniversary or already did but I had zero idea how to proceed reg this aspect when being a system got found out w a fictive of him I remember I felt like dying out of embarrassment even tho it was already who cares and I can easily differentiate esp since the relationship is so different but man it's still weird sjsksk. It doesn't get used since then but I still got that dakimakura from an artist on deviantart in 2017. All I know is fandom space is smth w this bc both extremely different reactions to specific kind of fanart and such comments get avoided completely. A single specific ship sure whatever literally following multiple artists and reason my twt acc even exists him single it's closing eyes pretend I do not see and scroll away unless maybe for once I am single fronting then it's forgetting what the fuck I wanted to do again and brain needing as much reboot time as the oldest pc ever. Also ngl the ig relationship difference between the char w me being a mess and fictive which is way more purely parental/familial I'd argue is a bit funny.

Also quick note exclusive gameverse talk I do not like that specific anime part at all I could rant abt aniverse and that one specific fit in one ep makes me scream I hate it sm

Anyways uh back to grinding for the dlc in case the talk abt that academy in sv being hard is true I will schedule this post so I forget and won't delete it. If you find me not writing the char name down then boy you should see the messages I sent an old friend for years abt him bc me often not being able to even write it has been going on since forever. high school level crush for real jsksk.

[flock-of-cassowaries]

I think it’s anti-NMDA receptor encephalitis.

It’s an autoimmune disease, but, weirdly, it tends not to reoccur once it’s in remission, so that’s pretty cool.

It’s generally treated with corticosteroids (which work quickly to reduce inflammation and which also suppress the immune system), and with a drug called rituximab that tricks your body into killing off the currently-circulating crop of B cells (a specific type of immune cell).

I am a huge nerd about this specific subject, so there’s a lot more below the cut.

I have a different autoimmune disease (multiple sclerosis, or MS). MS can also cause brain swelling - much less severe than the swelling you get with encephalitis, but since it’s sort of the same root cause (the immune system is misguidedly attacking the brain) there’s a lot of overlap in the treatment protocols for the two diseases.

I’ve had the corticosteroids, and I’m currently being treated with ocrelizumab (a drug that’s a successor to rituximab, and molecularly very similar).

Anecdotally, getting IV corticosteroids during an MS attack is pretty fucking amazing, because you almost immediately feel much better (because of the rapid reduction in inflammation).

As far as I can tell, Will’s rapid improvement once he gets treatment is one of the few aspects of Hannibal that’s actually medically realistic.

Corticosteroids also increase your appetite and make all food taste INCREDIBLE.

Probably the best damn soup he’s ever tasted.

In terms of the drugs that serve to actually target both specific rogue part of your immune system: both ocrelizumab and rituximab are administered by IV infusion.

You generally need to go to a hospital or an “infusion centre” to get the stuff pumped into you, because there’s a chance you can have an allergic reaction to the drug itself. I’ve been really lucky that it’s never happened to me, but they give you benadryl and a quick dose of IV steroids every time, just in case.

The effect of the benadryl and steroids is quite trippy, and generally speaking, you need to avoid driving, operating heavy machinery, and going to ikea. (Going to ikea while under the effects of corticosteroids and benadryl seems like a great idea at the time. It is not. I spent like $200 on nothing.)

So it’s generally an all-day kind of thing (in that you’re pretty out of it, even after the multi-hour infusion is done); but the upside is that, because of the way B cells are generated in the body, one dose of the stuff lasts a few months.

In the case of anti-NMDAR encephalitis, patients apparently generally only need one treatment with rituximab, so that’s really cool. Sometimes, however, symptoms will reoccur and a second dose is required, so it’s important not to miss your follow-up appointments.

My personal crack-bananas headcannon theory about season 3 of Hannibal is that Will Graham needed a second dose of rituximab, and didn’t get it. I find this theory appearing, because “resumed brain swelling” is the only way to I can explain some of the things Will does before reuniting with Hannibal in s3e6.

i need someone to actually tell me to my face what the hell anti-lmnop encephalitis means. like i’ve tried to search it up but i still have no idea what that means

[battle-of-alberta]

Who would be the scariest albertan to take in a fight? Do many of them have a mean left hook?

It’s a bit subjective so I will just leave you with this visual essay and you can decide :)

Which Albertan Should You Fight

Calvin

While it looks like he saves his dirty underhanded moves for white collar crime like tax fraud and embezzlement, Calvin has three major factors that make him a formidable opponent. 1. He spent his formative years growing up in police barracks. 2. He has spent a century doing stunts that should have killed him ten times over and is now immune to fear. 3. He was REALLY into boxing in the 30s and may have participated in a riot or two over illegal matches; likewise his love for wrestling carried through the rest of the 20th century.

DO NOT FIGHT.

Edward

Ed likes to pretend he is above being goaded into a fight, but beneath the soft protective layer from Burger Baron is pure muscle hardened through fur trade endurance and carrying the weight of the province on his back. There won’t be any refs around to save you when the gloves come off, so stick to winning strategies like cutting his funding and calling him an unparliamentary commie from a safe distance.

DO NOT FIGHT.

*NOTE: The easiest way to avoid a fight with either Calvin or Edward is just to pit them against each other instead. If the other is in close proximity, then YES, FIGHT THEM.

Red

Why would you want to fight her? Apart from being built like nothing more than a little wooden fence post marking the halfway point between the two major cities, she just wants to make sure you’ve eaten today. If you made the poor decision of fighting her, she would just take a nail to your back wheels because she knows she can probably outrun you.

DO NOT FIGHT.

Lilith

Okay so you’ve seen through her “I am just a little old god fearing polite canadian lady” facade and you still want to fight her? She can walk through gales, she can navigate coal mines, and her wild west credentials means she could out-shoot and out-drink Calvin every time. But she hung up her hat long ago, don’t force her out of retirement.

DO NOT FIGHT.

Mac

He talks a lot of shit and looks super intimidating and tends to get aggressive when he is Perceived, but if someone actually swung a fist in his direction he would absolutely flinch. This man is far more likely to use words over his fists and a fight with him would just be embarrassing for both of you. You’re better off gaining his trust with a handful of peanuts or something, just key his truck if you really want to break him down.

DO NOT FIGHT.

Josephine

Jo’s backyard has the reputation for being full of the little weasels that hide their faces behind computer screens to express their “opinions”, Jo herself eats those nerds for breakfast. This lady wears tights in winter and will absolutely kick your ass in heels before she goes back and grabs the nearest blunt object or a welding torch. Considering that she tends to be hot headed and overreacts to everything, it’s probably safer to watch your tone around her.

DO NOT FIGHT.

Madeline

Maddy wouldn’t even have time to realize that you were in a fight. Don’t waste energy and just get the best of her by telling her that gullible is written on the ceiling followed by a swift uppercut to the chin. But like, she helps the homeless and most of her neighbours are old people, so why would you take advantage of her like that?

DO NOT FIGHT.

Eleanor and Jasper

Even if these two weren’t completely shredded from climbing mountains, they both wield bear spray so do Not catch these granola munching hippies by surprise.

DO NOT FIGHT.

In Conclusion: Don’t fight any of the Albertans because either you’ll get the shit kicked out of you for a minor reason or it will humiliate you in some other way.