#i mean of course his medication is important for him to function

[2005noroithecurse]

my bf becomes like a fuckin task robot when he takes his adderall it freaks me out every time like who body snatched u

[a-substantial-trash-pile]

mouthwashing responsibility au rambles below cut 🫡

(spoiler warning for the actual game obviously)

- even though jimmy got deservedly knocked out by anya and thrown into the cryopod early on, the crash still does happen. it's a freak accident this time, like maybe a piece of space debris just happened to hurtle right into them without time to dodge. it's like the tulpar is destined to crash. but this time it's a story about a group of people finding hope and strength in each other and finding what they themselves can be capable of in a time of crisis. btw i just mean curly, anya, swansea, and daisuke. i am NOT repenting jimmy. he ain't "fixing" shit.

- i'm sorry for frying curly again even though this is supposed to be an au with a happier ending 😭 the way his loss of autonomy reflects anya's own loss of it, making him feel firsthand the suffering she went through in a way, felt too important to just remove. curly's injuries aren't as terrible as in the original timeline since swansea rescued him earlier. and by "not as terrible" i mean he only loses a leg and not all of his limbs. he will get some function in his hands eventually and anya teaches him sign language to help him communicate (she teaches the others too).

- speaking of anya, she really shows her stuff as a nurse (even in the original timeline she does, managing to keep curly alive like that). she treats curly and swansea and is much more of a pillar of strength for the crew than she herself realizes. pre-crash and post-jimmy-getting-fired, she was able to relax and open up more with everyone, building a stronger bond. when the crash happens, anya is of course terrified and hella stressed, but now she knows she has people who have her back, and it helps. she can be more confident in herself without a certain someone being there to belittle and hurt her. this time when she has to deal with something difficult, something traumatizing, she has people to support her. in this au, she is not pregnant because if she was, i don't see how keeping the baby would be a good thing for her. and i don't want her to have to deal with that situation without the proper medical supplies on top of everything else. she's been through enough.

- btw there is no shipping in this au. i personally really don't see how it could happen between anyone on the crew. if there was some sort of spark between anya and curly, it's definitely gone now and won't happen again. the most they'll be are friends (although the friendship/trust will have to be built from the ground up again after everything that's happened with jimmy). the only ship here is the tulpar.

- i know daisuke is seen as a "dumb kid" but i really don't think that's the case. we are seeing him thru jimmy's perspective mostly after all and jimmy is the definition of an unreliable narrator. i headcanon daisuke as having adhd like me who tends to lose focus on tasks easily because your brain is just going 102929 miles a minute and wandering to all sorts of places like me. he feels like someone who doesn't exactly know where they want to go in life like me. also he's definitely a hawaii kid born and raised and talks pidgin sometimes like me except i lost the pidgin :(. i'm totally not projecting my asian ass on the asian boy or anything. BUT ANYWAY i wanted to give daisuke more stuff to do and a chance to prove to himself that he can do these things, he can step up. so that's partially why i made swansea burn his hands rescuing curly. daisuke can now be filled with Determination and be swansea's hands in repairing things as he heals. it's going to be hard and it's going to be frustrating for both parties and sometimes they'll get upset at each other. but it will inevitably be a great bonding experience for the two. i cannot resist the call for more father-son moments.

- swansea my beloved. i am so sorry for burning your beautiful hands please forgive 😔🙏 i have to make my faves suffer a little. swansea's hands will heal up eventually and he'll be able to use them again, but there will be scars. i think him having to guide daisuke with doing repairs n stuff on the ship as his hands recover gives him a mission. something to distract him from completely falling into despair and alcoholism. that man is hanging on by a thread but by god he's going to help get these kids through this. they've all grown closer since jimmy was sacked and swansea feels a sort of responsibility towards protecting anya, daisuke and curly as the oldest one there. it's the dad instincts y'know? on the real hard days, sometimes swansea thinks about cracking open a bottle of mouthwash, but he holds back because he feels he needs to stay strong for the crew. however he does have to learn that he can't shoulder everything and that he can rely on others. him having no choice but to have daisuke take over his tasks is a good way for him to learn that, i think. swansea is definitely a pillar of strength in this and the rest of the crew have a lot of affection for him (and vice versa even if swansea won't admit it). can you tell i really like swansea. he is such a foil to jimmy—a guy who has fucked up a lot in his life but actually acknowledges his mistakes and is trying his hardest to be a better person. aghh swansea i love you 💛💛

- after the crash happens, the cryopod room becomes inaccessible, so nobody is able to check on the state of jimmy in there. so they don't see that the crypod he's in eventually fails from damage and he escapes. this happens a couple weeks into the crash. jimmy is still pissed about everything and still can't see how he's done anything wrong (this is because he is a delusional asshole). in fact, he feels like he's the one who's been wronged and betrayed by everyone on the crew and he wants revenge. there will be a final confrontation between jimmy and the crew. spoilers: jimmy loses. i'm just undecided on who finishes it. it would be fitting if anya shot him, but i'm not sure that's something she'd necessarily want to do. she chose to be in the medical field after all. don't get me wrong, i think she would pull the trigger if it meant protecting the others. but i'd hate to have her kill, because even if jimmy deserves it, anya is a healer and would still probably feel guilty about it. i don't want to put even more shit on her plate. so i think swansea is the one to put jimmy down in the end. with the axe of course. i think he'd feel less guilty about doing it because it's something he's wanted to do since anya first told him about jimmy. oooh what if jimmy gets his hands on the gun, but daisuke tackles him, making him drop it, and anya gets it and shoots jimmy in the shoulder or leg or something to get him off of daisuke, and then swansea comes in with the axe to finish him off. that could be fun. that way anya won't have to actually kill but she'll still get to shoot jimmy. bless.

- the crew gets rescued eventually, but it's going to be a few months because pony express is a nightmare company. i'm honestly still not sure if pony express is even the one who will rescue them or even bother to look. i'm tempted to just have another ship happen across them by some miracle and help. real tempted to make that ship The Unreliable and turn this into a Mouthwashing x The Outer Worlds crossover quite honestly since both settings share similarities (megacorporations, cryosleep, etc). but idk. it's not like i can just write a fanfic or anything since writing is harder for me and who knows how long it will be before i even draw the idea. it's just yet another self-indulgent daydream for now.

[mjrtaurus]

Dragon holding freshly born baby Luffy and being so overcome with emotions (his son!! his child!! he was a father now!!) and not knowing what to say. I mean, the first words to his baby had to be important, this was monumental!

So what does he do?

He (shakily, wobbly, laughing and lightly crying through it) sings his baby happy birthday.

He’d been working in the field with the navy medical corps for about a year before he’d been railroaded into operations. He took up the practice again once he had deserted. All in all… he had a little less than decade of experience.

Plenty to recognize that the phantom period cramps that Crocodile had been experiencing were actually labour pains from a cryptic pregnancy. Plenty of time, too, to know how to get both him and a month premature baby stable in a crisis situation.

And yes, he counted this as a crisis situation.

They had been lying low on Dawn after an uptick in Cipher Pol activity in the area. It was… strange. They weren’t actively looking for anything in particular. Like how a burglar would case a house before they tried to break in. He didn’t like it.

Luckily- and unluckily- the safehouse was in the denser portions of the jungle that hugged the foothills, so the odds of them finding them out were slim…

But then this.

He was so tiny. So, so tiny…

Too tiny.

A whole month of development was being done outside of the womb, and the main concern here was if his lungs were functioning correctly. He hadn’t wanted to cry at first, and that had nearly killed him on the spot.

It was too soon after Ohara. Too soon after Olvia. Too soon after Robin. Too soon to loose another family to this horrible, horrible world…

Those first few cries… he swore that hearing them had felt like someone had draped a warm blanket around his shoulders and told him that it was all going to be alright.

Except there was a lot of work to do.

Come evening, Crocodile was resting to the best of his ability, and Dragon was feeding the baby with a cloth soaked in goat’s milk. It was the best that Dragon could scrounge up. The nearest town was Fooshia, and much of the shops there were mainly for fish and grains and sea shell jewelry and trinkets. But smaller livestock like chickens and- of course- goats weren’t uncommon.

Come tomorrow, he would be going to Goa proper. He couldn’t risk being seen, so he would probably be stealing the essentials he was looking for. He wasn’t above it, by any means.

But as for now… he could feel the emotions that the adrenaline had displaced start to surge back in.

He was scared, but also so happy and excited and proud…

A quick look at the calendar sears the date into his mind. May the fifth was his son’s birthday.

His birthday…

[darkstarofchaos]

4, 8, 9, 10, 19 for Megatron and/or Starscream please!!

Sorry this took so long! I had to think about some of these (and then finals happened and I was busy, lol). Megatron

Thoughts on Alcohol: Good for all occasions. Celebrations? Major drawback? Traumatic event? Time to drink.

Biggest Fears: In a word, powerlessness. Which can mean an inability to protect himself, of course, but it comes out more when someone he cares about is in danger and he can't do anything. He's confident in his ability to get himself out of bad situations, and he likes problems he can punch, but if someone needs medical or psychological support he can't provide? If all he can do is sit there and let someone else do what he can't, or wait on someone who might never wake up? He doesn't know how to deal with that, and the fact that he's not close to many people makes it especially terrifying when it does happen.

(Random aside: I didn't care even slightly for IDW Megatron wanting to be/becoming a medic. I want that mech helpless when it comes to taking care of people).

Biggest Hopes: To see the end of the war and have a life beyond fighting. He doesn't expect to live that long, though, and refrains from thinking much about what he would do with himself if it happened (some versions definitely see themselves ruling over Cybertron, though, or else dying in battle rather than seeing an Autobot victory).

Biggest Secret: Starscream is one of the few people he would care about losing (G1- and Armada/Energon-specific, on account of most canon making it abundantly clear he would kill him himself if he felt so inclined). Not sure what the biggest secret of other versions would be, since any time I write him as a protagonist, I find a way to make him care about Starscream.

Sleeping Habits: In theory, he recognizes the importance of sleep and keeps to a strict routine to ensure he's always functioning at his best. In practice, he sleeps when he's tired (tired by his standards, which is closer to "fatigued"), and it's only the rising hour that's fairly consistent. He's also absolutely someone who will stay up too late reading, and will scold others for their sleep schedules while being oblivious to his own poor habits.

Starscream (note: most of these are more expanded canon than headcanon. Unless you're someone who thinks Starscream is/should be pure evil, then sure, they're headcanon).

Thoughts on Alcohol: Good for a good time, and as an excuse for bad decisions. He tries not to actually get drunk, though; partly because he wants to keep his wits about him, and partly because he's a depressed drunk and is uncomfortably aware of the fact (might occasionally lock himself in his quarters for a private, alcohol-fueled moping session if he's already depressed).

Biggest Fears: Abandonment in all its forms, whether it's someone actually leaving him or the death of someone close to him. He also fears dying alone, being forgotten, or only being remembered for his failures - all things he attributes to a simple (and reasonable) fear of dying.

(Random aside: The Immortal Spark is not canon for me. I don't care what canon says, canon is wrong).

Biggest Hopes: At the end of the day, he just wants to be good enough. Whether that means attention, glory, or approval is beside the point as long as he can feel wanted. He also longs to see Cybertron restored, though it varies whether he's willing to let someone else do it or if he wants that distinction for himself.

Biggest Secret: Oh, you know. Deeply insecure, misses Skyfire, was once a Megatron fan (still doesn't hate him as much as he wants to). It's honestly hard to come up with things for this one that aren't either canon or popular fanon already.

Sleeping Habits: Like Megatron, he sleeps when he's tired and not before. Unlike Megatron, there is no pretense at having a schedule, and he's not terribly fussed about where he sleeps. His body might not like being draped over a desk or slumped in a chair after he wakes up, but if he's only planning to close his optics for a minute anyway, he can't be bothered moving (it's never just a minute).

[gay-disabled-characters-showdown]

LGBTQ+ Disabled Characters Showdown Round 3, Wave 2, Poll 6

A character being totally canon LGBTQ+ and disabled was not required to be in this competition. Please check qualifications and propaganda before asking why a character is included. 

Check out the other polls in this wave and prior here.

Eda Clawthorne-The Owl House

Qualifications:

She has a magical chronic disorder which has flare-ups, is mitigated by taking medication (potions), and has similar side effects to many real disorders such as fatigue, greying hair, and physical impairment (drains magic, a natural ability of *most witches). Unlike in other stories however, her condition is NOT ever completely cured. It does evolve and become more manageable over the course of the story, but she still experiences symptoms from it. Eda also loses one of her arms later in the story. She does get a replacement hook, but it is never shown whether she has a functional prosthetic or not. Most likely, she only has one fully functioning arm after this. As for being queer, she is in a relationship with a nonbinary person and is all but confirmed bisexual (has a secret box with the bi flag on it seriously why else would she have this). Also the owl house has a Lot of queer characters in it and I mean. just look at her. I would be surprised if she wasn't queer somehow.

Bisexual, and has a curse that affects her day to day life

Bi & lost arm and has a chronic illness metaphorically

Propaganda:

Has canonically dated both men and a non-binary person. Her curse affects her ability to use magic (and at one point outright stops it), which is very important in witch life. Said curse also causes her body parts to fall off sometimes. Many have said her curse is like a metaphor for depression but really it's more like a magic version of a physical disability (although I wouldn't be surprised if she actually also had depression).

Uuuuh she’s great and stuff idk I can’t propaganda well sorry

Ballister Boldheart-Nimona (Flim)

Qualifications:

He has a boyfriend (and then they have a sort-of-breakup but they're back together by the end) and he has a prosthetic arm.

He’s gay and missing an arm.

He’s explicitly gay, in love with a man. He loses his arm then builds himself a prosthetic while on the run like a badass.

His boyfriend cut his arm off :( he uses a prosthetic now.

His arm got chopped off after being falsely accused of killing the queen, he spends the rest of the movie with a prosthetic metal arm. His arm was also chopped off by his lover, Ambrosius Goldenloin, during said false assassination.

His boyfriend cut off his arm

Canonically has a boyfriend and built his own prosthetic

Qualifies by both being canonically disabled (amputee) + canonically gay

Propaganda:

Please plz plz vote for him

His boyfriend cut off his arm. He made himself a prosthetic. He used his arm to block someone’s sword. He kissed his boyfriend. He has sad wet cat eyes, which isn’t relevant but still. He has them.

He’s so GOOD even though he’s having like the worst day ever (specifically talking about movie but webcomic also applies). He has the biggest wettest eyes how can you not root for him????

People love him! He kinda looks like a sad, poor little cat. A real soggy wet kitten man.

Let's see. He and Ambrosius are lovers, or at least boyfriends, from the moment they're introduced. Ballister gets his arm chopped off by Ambrosius during the false assassination. Ballister spends the rest of the movie trying to convince Ambrosius and the kingdom of his innocence, with a metal arm replacing his missing one. It originated the phrase "Arm Chopping is not a love language!" Did I mention he's a main character too?

Is a science nerd, built his own prosthetic arm with his non-dominant hand, accidentally adopted a trans chaos demon of a 1000yo being

A knight, Nimona's best friend and father figure of sorts, but the plot mostly revolves around him- Ballister is framed for murder and has to hide while trying to figure out who framed him and how to prove he's innocent. Nimona becomes his sidekick (he didn't want one, she just showed up at his place one day like a very chaotic stray cat) and together they form a great duo against the corrupt government. This is complicated by Ballister's ex Ambrosius, who accidentally cut off Ballister's arm and is a bit brainwashed by government propaganda. Oops. You should watch Nimona it's great 💞🦈

The qualifications and propaganda paragraphs correspond, @foulfirerebel is the fifth submitter, and there were at least 7 others.

[jeannereames]

Hello professor, my native language is not English, so please forgive me if there is a bad expression. I wonder what Hephaestion would have made of all that Alexander had done for him after his death. Like killing a tribal man for him, and trying to make him a god. Did he feel happy or angry?

Alexander’s Mourning for Hephaistion

First, always happy to have "asks" even if English isn't your native tongue. But, alas, the answer to your question is virtually impossible to know, simply because we know so little about Hephaistion as a person. I can only assume that he’d be pleased by at least some of it. Who among us doesn’t want to know that we were loved and are missed? Furthermore ancient Greece and Macedonia were very much exhibition cultures, so it was perfectly acceptable, even admirable, to make grand displays to illustrate emotional attachment—and Macedonia appears to have taken it further than south Greece.

The difficulty with this question lies with what—exactly—Alexander DID. That isn’t clear.

Even at the time, but especially centuries after his death, much was made of his “extravagant” grief by writers from other cultures who may not have shared (or understood) Macedonian mores. Ergo, for Roman moralistic authors such as Seneca the Elder, a Stoic, Alexander’s rages (the murder of Kleitos) and his “excessive” mourning (for Hephaistion) were object lessons. That meant whatever Alexander may actually have done was no doubt expanded on.

In his description of events after Hephaistion’s death, Arrian talks about this and the problem, by his day (under Trajan and Hadrian), of determining what was TRUE. Did Alexander really sacrifice the Kossaian dead to Hephaistion as Achilles had sacrificed 12 Trojan youths to the shade of Patroklos? It’s one of the acts Arrian wonders about, like the crucifixion of Hephaistion’s physician.

When I wrote about it all in “The Mourning of Alexander the Great,” I merely evaluated the acts for whether or not they indicated “pathological” (e.g., abnormal) mourning. Did he “go crazy with grief.” TL;DR … he didn’t. All his behaviors were, in truth, quite normal, especially if you’re the richest and most powerful man in your quarter of the globe.

Yet one of the points I tried to make—and think very important—is that we do not have any surviving Macedonian source. All are Greeks living under Rome, or Roman: both of which cultures are less “expressive” than ancient Macedonia. And when it comes to bereavement, one culture’s normal is another “excessive.”

I used to do some bereavement counselling in my “prior life,” and among the places I worked was Tampa General Hospital (Tampa, Florida). It was the big urban hospital, Trauma I center, so we got folks from all over and, of course, Tampa has a large Hispanic population, as well as a lot of Black families. The newer white/Euro ER nurses were sometimes alarmed by the expressions of grief from Black and Hispanic families. Occasionally I had to do intervention with nurses, to keep them from offering temporary medication to “out of control” family members. (This was back in the late 80s, mind.) They weren’t “out of control” at all; they were mourning in ways quite normal for them.

So, what constitutes a completely normal, respectful display of grief is EXREMELY culture-bound. And until we find a Macedonian recounting of Alexander’s bereavement (which would also be closer to events, meaning there would be less time for the barnacle-crusting of later moralizing accounts), I am very reluctant to try to determine what of Alexander’s recorded actions would have been counted “extreme” by fellow Macedonians.

Also, we need to consider that with Hephaistion’s death, he lost the one person he could completely rely on for honesty, isolating him at the pinnacle of power. Apart from whether they were still lovers, or had ever been lovers, that quite unique positioning meant Hephaistion functioned, emotionally, like a spouse. The only loss considered more devastating than spousal loss is the loss of a child. Mourning for spouses is harder, and longer, than most other forms of bereavement. Add in the complication of sudden death, and it gets even rougher.

Circling back around to the question, then--what Hephaistion might have thought of Alexander’s various actions in memory of him would depend enormously on what Alexander actually did. Especially for some of the more “controversial” actions. And how those may have been regarded by his Macedonian compatriots.

[mychlapci]

(If you got two asks about this headcanon right next to each other they're both me, but tumbler crashed while I was writing it the first time and idk if it sent or not. But at least now that I'm no longer mad about the crash I can word it much better)

Saw a T-cogless bot in TFOne who looks an awful lot like Ratchet and it's driving me insane and I can't stop thinking about him because as someone trying to go into the engineering field while not being a straight cis dude (™) and while being disabled I can't help but imagine a T-cogless Ratchet in a similar situation, what with how cogless bots were discriminated against in the movie.

He can't transform, which means he probably doesn't have access to most of his medical tools and he wouldn't be able to carry patients in his ambulance bay. And we don't know how much the functions of medic hands are tied up with the T-cog (I'm guessing a lot). On top of that, with T-cogless bots all being sent down to the mines, you have to wonder how hard he had to work to even become a doctor at all in that universe.

How many bots told him he wouldn't be able to do it? That he'd never be as good a doctor as a bot with a T-cog? How many times was he told to give up because he was born wrong?

How much harder would he have had to fight to prove he could even go to med school in the first place? And what about when he got there? Discriminatory professors won't hesitate to lower your grades because you're too different- no matter how good of a student you actually are. How much harder would he have to work to even be seen on the same level as his fellow students?

Would he be harassed by the teachers? The other students? Would he even be given the same accommodations as them? Would he be kicked out of group projects, would teachers refuse to help him if he has trouble with certain lessons? Would he be expected to do his homework down in the mines even if he was a student? Would he have to work while studying? How tight are the rations down in the mines, on top of having their schedule so tightly controlled? Would he have to take all his tests on less fuel and sleep then the other students?

The movie literally opens with Orion having to break into a library of all things, and now I can't stop wondering if they'd even bother to give Ratchet the textbooks he'd need, or if those would have to be stolen too.

And after he graduated, did he keep working in the mines because he wanted to help people like him, or did they just not trust him to fix up the “more important” bots?

How much worse would his workaholic attitude be if all his early years were spent working twice as hard for half the credit? He already ties so much of his self worth to his job, how much worse would this situation make that?

I just can't stop thinking about a Ratchet that has to fight tooth and nail to even be acknowledged as a good doctor, when we the audience know damn well he's one of the best on Cybertron.

oh yeah, we've touched upon a cogless Ratchet before. honestly, i just assumed that there would be cogless doctors working in the mines with the other cogless bots, who are trained to remedy mining injuries and not much else... so maybe Ratchet would've gotten his training, but it would be more of a "guy with a 3 week cpr course" kind of situation, meaning he isn't really a doctor... but of course, he wants to be. I mean, the amount of bots he sees die because they didn't send a real doctor to help in time, it has to be a lot and it has to be devastating. Enrolling in a real medical school would be difficult, maybe even impossible... maybe he has to lie, attending his classes on-line, never showing his face.

[yuriosakawa]

Project R.E.X - P.E.R.F.E.C.T.

Summary: Prototype Engineered for Revolutionary Function, Enhanced Combat, and Transcendence

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Rex gritted his teeth as he barely managed to block a heavy blow from the massive EVO in front of him. The thing was relentless —all muscle, no brain, and completely unpredictable. He’d fought plenty of monsters before, but this one was on a whole other level.

"Man," Rex grunted, dodging a wild swing, "EVOs are really just—" he leaped over another attack, landing with a skid—" gross, less successful recreations of me. "

Over the comms, César hummed in thought. "Well, that’s to be expected," he said matter-of-factly.

Rex arched an eyebrow, barely listening as he rolled under another attack. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

"You were designed to be perfect, hermano," César explained. "But with limits."

Rex barely had time to register those words before the EVO lunged again. He twisted, avoiding the strike, then activated his Slam Cannon, blasting the creature backward.

Catching his breath, he frowned. "Wait—limits?"

César’s voice remained calm. "Of course. Perfection is balance. You were given everything you needed to survive, but you were still designed with rules—checks and balances to keep you stable. EVOs, however…" He trailed off.

Rex looked at the snarling beast as it slowly got back up, its mutated form shifting uncontrollably. His grip on his cannon tightened.

"EVOs have no limits," César finished. "That’s why they’re unstable. They have power —sometimes more than you—but no structure. No control."

Rex exhaled sharply, suddenly seeing EVOs in a whole new light.

"So basically," he muttered, bracing himself, "I’m the one thing the Nanite Project got right —and EVOs are just a bunch of bad copies?"

"More or less," César replied. "Now, focus, Rex. The imperfect ones may be unstable, but that just makes them more dangerous."

Rex rolled his shoulders, a confident smirk creeping onto his face. "Yeah? Well, good thing the perfect one’s still here to clean up the mess."

And with that, he launched himself back into the fight.

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Back at the Plant, Dr. Holiday was completely absorbed in Rex’s latest medical scans. She had always been fascinated by his biology—his nanites were already unlike anything else in the world—but now, knowing the full extent of what he was? It was nothing short of extraordinary.

"This is… unbelievable," Holiday murmured, her eyes scanning the data on her tablet. "I always knew your biometrics were unique, but this? Rex, you’re flawless."

Rex smirked, leaning back on the medical bed. "I mean, I do try."

Holiday shook her head, still in awe. "No, I mean it. Your nanites are stable, adaptable, and completely in sync with your physiology. You’re not just the only success of the Nanite Project—you’re perfect in every sense of the word."

Rex’s smirk widened. "Perfect, huh? You hear that, guys? I’m officially the best thing science has ever made!"

Before he could bask in the glory, Bobo smacked him upside the head. "Oh no, no way! Don’t you start with that!"

Rex rubbed his head, pouting. "What?! She said it, not me!"

"Yeah, and you don’t need any more reasons to get a big head!" Bobo shot back. "We’re already barely tolerating you as is!"

Rex rolled his eyes. "Please, you love me."

Bobo crossed his arms. "I tolerate you just enough to mooch off your snacks."

Holiday chuckled, setting her tablet down. "All joking aside, this does mean something important, Rex. Now that we understand what you are, it helps us understand why you can control nanites the way you do."

Rex raised an eyebrow. "And that means…?"

Holiday smiled. "It means there may be even more potential in you than we ever realized."

Rex blinked, then grinned. "Well, now you’ve got my attention."

[local-diavolo-anon]

Hi! if you're still willing to take requests for fnaf, may I please have some Sun (and Moon too if you want) x reader headcanons in which the reader has autism and adhd? thank you!

Yes! I absolutely still take request headcanons! And of course you may!

(i will focus on how the two of them will navigate with you your daily life for this)

Daycare attendant x adhd-autistic reader!

Being a robot trained to care after children of all ages, the daycare attendant is aware of what autism and adhd can mean for a person, and what they might need

Their caretaker role always takes priority over pretty much anything else they are doing, and mosre often than not you're the one who they are caring after

Something they learned early on was how white noise and background sounds helped you relax, especially when it was time to sleep

Both of then would alway be eager to join you in anything you do after all, and this wouldn't be any different, whichever is out will lay next to you and will craddle you close to feel the low whir of their internal vents

Sun is very careful, and maybe a little neurotic as well, this leads him to file long mental lists of things about you, like which textures make your toes curl in disgust and which you'd melt for, this both for when he is to cook for you and when/if he choosing fabric for anything

Be it a new piece of clothing in a store or raw fabric to sew something with

Because of how nervous he ALSO is neither of you lacks in stim toys, whichever you might prefer

He probably has and broke more than you ever owned tho, the grip strength of a 6 and a half feet tall robot is pretty strong

And just like you it is not hard to get overwhelmed for an anxious, neurotic robot, so both of you learned what to do when the over is at their limit

Honestly you and the daycare attendant share a lot more than what you initially believed, at least "function" wise

Something you complete each other however, is in caring for chores, be them housechores or on the job (if you're an employee at the megaplex)

Your short term memory loss and executive disfunction can make taking care of ir/regular chores hard, in a way or another, and sometimes you forget important or big things

Sun's memory however, being digital, is perfect, and his obsession for order pretty much compensate anything you may have forgotten about or accidentally overlooked

He does not mind it, and actually enjoys doing extra things since it helps him calm down, however he will also help you keep a calendar and/or an agenda if it reassures you

Moon is more of a gremlin and will lean on your gremlin side more than sun

If you like to collect things, whichever those may be, he might "borrow" something from the megaplex' lost and found, or things he found on the streets that he think you might like and bring it to you

Even just a cool enough rock can be something he deems worthy of your attention

Something he just puts those trinkets in your pockets and you will end up finding a hanful of stuff next time you put your hands in there

Moon is also the ones that has more time to listen to you infodump about whatever you're interested at the moment, be it a movie, a tv serie, a cartoon or a videogame

this is also because he will use that knowledhe to make obscure references at random that he knows only you can understand

If you take any tipe of meds, Sun is the one that WILL remind you to take them, the idea of you forgetting a medication, whichever that might be, terrifies him

It actually terrifies them both, Moon however is always left a mental note by Sun to tell him the meds have been taken and he doesn't have to stress over it

Another thing they wpuld probably do, is keep track of your eating and drinking schedule, since you may forget to eat or drink for days at the time if not reminded

That's definitely another thing where their caregiver nature kicks in perfecrly, and they'd both make sure you get a good meal, be it by reminding you, cooking with you, or doing it in your place (they want to feel included, they don't like to be alone, neither of them does)

I covered as many topics as i could here, both because as someone with adhd i'd give a kidney to be in their care, and because i really like to wroite these

i hope these are of your liking!

[eldritchcreatureofwords]

So When are We Gonna Talk About-

How Ozzie was likely the 'blueblood prick' that confirmed/rammed home Blitz's bias and bigotry/classism towards higher ranking hellborn/signs? How, after the fire, when Fizz was healing and in the hospital, getting to know Ozzie who was getting to know (and fall in love with) him, he likely found out that the fire was set by a 'jealous prick' who 'just left him to die'? How Fizz, when he could speak and function again, was likely in pain and in tears, betrayed, completely and fully disabled, likely threw hate and vitriol and bitterness towards fucking Blitzo. How Ozzie, who does have issues with being over-protective and not always respecting boundaries ("lil sus, babe") likely took it upon himself to keep Fizzie 'safe' from the person who caused him stress and pain? Think about it. Consider this. Viewer bias, for one. We see Blitz and Fizz get into an actual fight- Ozzie, remember, hasn't actually seen this go down. So the moment where he tells Stolas 'no, my partner- business partner, FizzaRolli- hates your imp guy. Haaaatttes." is previously established knowledge.

Combine this with 'you've lived rent-free in Fizzie's head for years' and you start getting a picture painted. Blitzo has been nothing but a source of stress, pain, and anxiety for Fizzie for how long? Fizzie, who thinks, at least in some dark corner of his mind, that Blitz may have blown him up on purpose. Fizzie, who probably spilled that narrative over onto Ozzie, who painted Blitz in what was likely the worst light possible, probably right off the bat. Fizzie who had- and maybe still has?- bad pain days. Fizzie who struggles with anxiety and trauma. Fizzie who has psycho fucking fans. Is it such a stretch to think of Fizzie, angry, hurt, misreading the situation, twisting it in his mind, painting Blitz as a person to be avoided, mistrusted, disliked? Is it such a stretch to think of Blitz, kicked from his home, from the hospital, hurting, heartbroken, exhausted, guilty, alone for the first time ever, trying to find the one person he has left- his one friend. His best friend. Hell, the guy he's at least a little in love with, from that card and flower we saw. Finding him shacked up with a fucking sin. A sin that glowers at him, that crosses his arms and says he doesn't want to see you. In Blitz's mind, Ozzie is speaking for Fizzie. Ignoring what Blitz wants, what he says, and, in Blitz's mind, ignoring what Fizzie wants, as well. Acting as if he has full say in the situation, full control, like he can just dismiss Blitz because he's stronger, he's more important, he's bigger. Sound familiar?

Of course, we, the viewer, know that if this happened it's not because Ozzie is mean, or evil, or controlling, but because here is the person that hurt Fizzie, that Fizzies loathes, and he has the balls to show up here?

But Blitz has this magic ability to take everything the wrong way, too hard, and to heart. He doesn't want to see you. So, is it such a stretch to see Blitz doing what Blitz does when he's hurt? When he's sad and scared? Get angry. Snarl back. "You don't speak for him. You don't know him. You can't just toss me out." You can't just ignore me because I'm an imp. You can't just walk over me, talk over me. I'm hurt, too. I want my friend. But that just shows Ozzie that Fizzie was right. Blitz is angry, he's dangerous, he's got a shit attitude and he needs to get the fuck out of here. So Ozzie doesn't bother to stress Fizzie out with the truth- that he just had to throw out the one guy Fizzie has made it very clear he never wants to see again. (Even when, inside, Fizzie does want to see him, is desperately waiting for Blitz to show up, who may not even remember saying half the shit he said depending on how bad his pain was, on what medications or spells he was on/under.)

And that's how you end up with 'they told me I wasn't allowed to see you.' 'They never said you came to see me!' That's how you end up with 'Fuck you blue blood pricks, who just take what you want (my best friend, the guy I loved) and play with our feelings because we're smaller and less important.'

[pets-will-play]

If I remember correctly, do correct me if I’m wrong, but Eli is a trans man, right? As a trans man myself I am deeply confused and curious about how his transition worked? Especially considering he’s so young, and phalloplasty takes several stages over the course of at least two years from my understanding. How did he get an 8 inch cock without demolishing his arm/leg with the massive skin graft that’d be needed? How does he cum or get hard without a rod? Is he able to get people pregnant? Also, what’s his method of getting testosterone? Injections, implants, etc.?

Apologies if this has already been asked, it just bothers me that I got so excited about trans man dom representation only for it to be so confusing and disappointing, even if I do love the story itself. He acts exactly like a cis guy and I don’t think his status as a trans man has been brought up once past mention of top surgery scars and a note once, unless I missed something, so it feels like he’s just labeled as trans for the brownie points without any thought having gone into it. I’d love to know more about what you intended regarding this, and I in no way mean this rudely! I’m just very confused and wondering if I’m missing something. Maybe I’m confused about him being a trans man and it was someone else, lol.

This is half intention and half oopsie. I won't lie, there's a lot of scientific and medical variables I did not research nor really plan on exploring in depth, but Eli's gender will have an important role to play.

Just not very soon.

Otherwise, Eli being a trans man has a little to do with the narrative so far, although its real time to shine won't be for quite a while. Eli being directly implied to be trans in early chapters was meant to show two things. 1. The technological and medical science of this world is so advanced it's possible for people to transition completely in a short period of time. 2. Eli gets literally whatever he wants, even an impossibly large, fully functioning penis.

The societal and psychological aspects behind his identity are complex, but not what the story is focusing on at the moment. I know I've been writing this story for nearly a year now, but remember that canonically, not even a month has passed since Eli took Noah home. They both have a lot more to go through and a lot more to reveal.

I am seeing your concerns about representation though, and I'll keep that in mind going forward. Full disclosure, I'm genderqueer myself, and I love making characters who are also some form of genderqueer. Eli isn't trans for "brownie points" he's trans because I wanted him to be.

[mydysfunctionalvampirefamily]

Dan don't be so casual!!! Your brother is worried about you!!!!

Goddamn Jessie please don't actually go sacrifice for your brother out of guilt.

Dan stop being so fucking casual!!!

Okay side note that has nothing to do with anything. But you can leave bullets inside people, it really depends on where they are. Usually the worst thing is the damage they caused moving. Though I assume the fact that they are silver does mean you should remove them from a werewolf.

Far be it from me to call Jessie a liar, but I do not believe for a second that if Lola tells him it's an unfair deal he is not still gonna take it.

"you wanna eat my ass, fine." tell me there were now kiss motions made on that please!

Why do we need fucking cop to convince everyone they need to get healed. 😂😂

John just being rational is once again the thing that works on Lola and her freak out and refusing medical attention.

😂😂 Aviva getting medical help out of pettiness.

Aviva, John would do anything for you, making a bit of ectoplasm is probably the least.

Oh John, my precious emotionally repressed baby, just casually using up dead bodies like you do.

The goblins taking good care of turkey tail. 😭

All this magic is crazy but really cool!!!

This fucking mouse though. His little hat is cute, but he is a LIAR!!!

John once again knowing exactly what to say to get to Lola.

��😭😭 The mouse wants to save her! I take it back lil moussy.

Me and Aviva are on the same page! The cop wanting a drink with Lola!!! It's the grenadine, it has to be.

Grenadine with energy drink shots. This sounds like the idea you have once you're already way too drunk to function normal the next day and then you think this will stave off a hangover.

They're both going upstairs. 👀 They are gonna sleep in the same bed!

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

Fuck me, John. Why are you so good at talking to everyone for their benefit??? Like no offense but you're so bad in dealing with yourself.

Ohhh Jessie Jessie Jessie. Seems like a bad idea to insult an owl.

I love it when they role exceptional successes!!! Especially when it is when they're doing smth for someone else.

It's so interesting to finally see some stronger emotions with John. The excitement you hear when he talks about smashing his mom's signs is rare.

Sword in the stone-ing that bat into the windshield with everything that's going on, so petty. 😂

"Carl, this man is a werewolf, do you think he's gonna fuck off?" 😂😂 made me laugh out loud, and people looked at me like I was crazy.

He just ended Carl in one shot!

Sure, not feeling pain and going numb is definitely the healthy thing to do after cold blooded murder...

They're extra giggly today, are they nervous?

Also Tim is the irl Miles of that group, telling everyone to focus. 😂

Oh my God!!! They are not fucking around, Aviva just chopping a dead man's legs and hands off. (btw why just stop at the hands at this point and not go full arms?)

You know if you hear about a matter wizard and a wizard of space and time the matter wizard kind of sounds like a dweeb, but actually it's fucking badass.

I am screaming! Fucking Ramona, really thinking giving him a dad will stop him from this. Like she's smart, but she's fucking stupid.

Oh no Lola's worst moment is so awful, and so sad.

The sound of rolling dice is so good.

I hate Ramona so fucking much. She is delusional at this point thinking she's doing the right thing and all creepy calm. Why are parents the fucking worst?!?!

To be fair I like to hate Ramona though, I love hating awful parents.

This fucking magic dagger tho! And Dan himself too obviously but omg.

"I only remember things that are important." yikes!

We love a villain that believes they working for the greater good.

"Consequences are for lesser beings." woooooooooh I hate this bitch.

SHE'S JUST DEAD?!?!

Oh no of course she's not.

The fact that John really doesn't feel pain rn is really so much like his mom. He's on the edge.

Noooo Aviva can't die. 😭

Not the look of confusion, that is kind of sad.

Nope nope, I am in a store rn I cannot listen to this. Will continue listening when I get home

Jesus fuck! I was right to not listen to the last 15 minutes in the store. Good lord. 😭😭

I'm laughing and crying at the same time at Jessie just being gone.

Rob shut your fucking face 😭 (said lovingly obviously)

John casting a spell to finish all this, while having Aviva in his arms. STOP 😭

What??? *insert jlaw gif of what does it mean?!?*

What what what??? Ernie???? NOOOOOOOO Rob stop!! This is illegal!!!! What are you doing???

Okay... But this means there is gonna be a sequel right????

I will post some more thoughts later maybe, but I need to center myself because fuck me.

[tsarisfanfiction]

Twenty-Five Fingers

Fandom: Daughter of the Deep Rating: Teen Genre: Friendship Characters: Gemini, Ana, Ester, Franklin Gem remembered to watch Ana's six, he just forgot to watch his own. Seeing if I can get whumptober going again this year - starting with a new fandom and therefore new characters to play with, but I've been meaning to write something for Daughter of the Deep for a while, and the Day 1 prompt "How many fingers am I holding up" fit one of the vague muses I've had since finishing the book, so here we are! This ended up rather longer than planned (story of my fic writing life), and while it's the first thing I've written for this fandom, I don't plan on it being the last!

There were too many thoughts whirling around Gem’s head and he knew it.  Worries, mostly – for Dr Hewett, dragged onto the Varuna without a medic to keep him stabilised and possibly dying, for Ana with the stab wound he’d only been able to do so much for, for the combat situation they were entering with only two guns and a knife between them.

He felt off-balance, with only a single gun in his hand.  It hadn’t been a mistake giving the other to Ana, not tactically and not for his peace of mind, either, but the empty air instead of cool aluminium in his palm felt fundamentally wrong.

It wasn’t as though Gem was fully functional, either, not when he could feel dried blood on his temple and an ache around his shoulders from their underwater scuffle, but he was their combat specialist, the least injured (and Ana’s wound worried him; she needed stitches and rest, not the near-guarantee of another fight), and keeping Ana safe was still his priority.

Except his thoughts were whirring too much, the calm state he entered when he had a gun in his hand just wasn’t coming this time, he was distracted and worried and-

He saw Ana turn around, lips parting as though she was about to say something.  He saw her eyes widen, heard the start of a scream and too slow, too late, realised he’d been watching her six but not his own and-

CRACK.

The throbbing of his head told him in no uncertain terms that he’d been an idiot.

Everything was black, both his hands were empty, and the simple act of even twitching his fingers because his hand being empty was wrong sent a throb of pain all the way through his body, bright colours sparking through the otherwise prevailing blackness of his vision.

There were noises, vibrations travelling through his body.  Familiar noises, even, but it hurt too much to even think and he gave up trying.

He didn’t know how much time passed; something as mundane as keeping track of time was definitely too much effort when his head was pounding hard enough it felt like it was going to explode, but slowly the feeling of something important started to creep up on him.

It wasn’t whatever was causing his hand to feel empty, for all that that felt wrong and like something he should be concerned about.  It wasn’t the noises and vibrations that at some point he’d stopped feeling, although something inside him felt a bit concerned at that, too.

It wasn’t strange material against his skin, cool and definitely not a t-shirt.

Well of course, he’d lost his t-shirt earlier, because Ana had been injured and-

Ana.

He tried to say her name, fighting against the black of his vision now because Ana was in danger and he was supposed to protect her but he’d failed again and where was Ana?

After a moment of fighting, his eyelids peeled open and he blinked slowly.  Nothing was in focus, not the brown or the blue or the dark blob that appeared a moment later, swallowing up almost everything else.

“Hey…” the blob said, voice faint and shaking but familiar and part of Gem almost passed out again in relief because that was Ana’s voice.  All that kept him alert was the fact that she didn’t sound right, didn’t sound like the confident girl that snapped at him more than spoke over the past two years, or the captain that it felt right to follow.  She sounded like something was wrong, and Gem pounded his hammering brain into at least trying to be more awake.

“How many fingers?” he heard her ask, and he squinted as a smaller blob separated from the main blob; a hand, no doubt, but he couldn’t make out any fingers at all, just the blob with a blur around the edges.

“Twenty five?” he rasped, knowing that couldn’t be right but if he really squinted it looked like something like that.  Maybe it was five?

“Yeah, you’ll be fine,” she said, and Gem wasn’t sure that sounded right, but then again Ana didn’t sound right.  If he concentrated enough, the blob looked a bit less blob-shaped and more Ana-shaped, although her face was a bit too shiny.

Water?  No, that didn’t seem right.

He forced his brain to start turning again, to analyse the situation because that was what he was supposed to do, for all he’d messed up already, his head still shrieking a reminder that he’d let someone get behind him, hit him hard enough to knock him out and there was no way he didn’t have a concussion.

Under duress, his mind reached the conclusion that Ana was crying, and Gem had no way of knowing for sure who hit him but something whispered the name of his house captain – former house captain, because Gem would never accept Dev Dakkar as his captain again, not when Ana Dakkar was right there and so much better – and Dev had always been persistent.

“Is Dev-?” he asked, not sure what to say beyond the older boy’s name, but Ana interrupted him before he had to think any more.

“Taken care of,” she said, sounding almost as bad as Gem felt, and the all-too-familiar taste of failure filled the back of his throat because his single order, sole mission since HP’s destruction had been to protect Ana and he hadn’t managed that once.  “I shot him with rubber bullets.”

The shock of her words cut through the pain of his head and nausea of failure, and for a moment he could see Ana’s face clearly, dirty and bruised and red-eyed.  Ana loved her brother, had been cut deeper than any of the rest of them, even Gem and his fellow Sharks, by his betrayal.  Dev was also the top Shark in hand-to-hand combat, and Ana had faced him all alone.  “That couldn’t have been easy,” Gem managed, somehow managing a full sentence although his voice sounded muffled to his own ears.  “Ana… are you…”

“I’m okay,” she told him quickly, and Gem didn’t believe her for a moment, not when her voice was shaking and her eyes were still rimmed with red.  “I’ll be okay.”

He didn’t get the chance to call her out on it, wasn’t sure if he should; they’d finally started working together, had finally cleared the air from his insensitive blunder when they’d first met, but that was the sort of things friends did and Gem wanted Ana to be his friend but had no idea if she wanted the same or if the past week had just been necessity.

Ana’s hands were shaking as she hooked them under him, and Gem realised she was trying to help him up.  Up sounded good, much better than laying limp on the deck, but his muscles didn’t want to co-operate with her and when his head moved the nausea surged.  His vision reset to blurs, a blue that was probably the sky taking up most of it while Ana reprised her dark blob appearance, and he groaned, letting gravity yank his dead weight back down to the deck.

At least he was on his back now, rather than slumped on his front.

“I think maybe I should just… stay here for a minute,” he admitted as Ana’s hands slipped off of his wetsuit.  After a couple of slow blinks, her blob came back into focus again, haloed by the sky behind her.  She looked worried, and Gem almost said something that was supposed to reassure her before he realised what had been so wrong about the lack of noise and vibrations.

“Why has the boat stopped?”

That was wrong, that was a problem because it was just the two of them and unless he’d been out long enough for Ana to beat Dev in a fight, go to the engine room to stop the boat, and then come back-

Two hostiles, his brain dragged up out of nowhere.  With Dr Hewett.  Neither of them had been Dev.

“I’ll check the bridge,” Ana said, and that told him that she hadn’t done it, which meant active hostiles, and Gem tried to pull himself back up so he could help but his muscles mutinied and his body stayed exactly where it was.

“You look terrible,” he told her, because he couldn’t tell her no, knew she wouldn’t listen even if he did, and out of the two of them she was definitely in better shape, but she didn’t look up to taking down any more hostiles, either.

“Thanks,” she replied.  He couldn’t tell if she was being sincere or sarcastic; it could have been either.  “Don’t worry, I’ve got this gun.”

Light glinted off of the weapon, drawing his attention to it.  The shine of sun on metal made it difficult to look at, and the bright flash certainly didn’t do his vision or his pounding head any good at all, but even concussed Gem knew one of his twins when he saw one.

That was why his hand was empty.  He’d given one to Ana.

Where was the other one?

“It’s a nice gun,” he agreed, because it was.  There was a reason the rumour that his name came from his guns existed.  Still, Ana wasn’t the best markswoman and he didn’t know how many rubber bullets were left and just one gun wasn’t enough, but also Ana was stubborn and he knew he couldn’t persuade her otherwise.  “Be careful,” he begged her.

She didn’t reply, and Gem forced his head to turn so he could watch her as she staggered across the deck, looking like the recoil of the pistol would knock her down the moment she fired it.  There was no sign of his second gun, not that he could do anything if he had it.

His head still pounded mercilessly, his vision swimming from the movement of his head.  Nausea choked up his throat; the best he could do if a hostile found him before Ana came back – because she had to come back, had to beat the LI upperclassmen because if she didn’t, she was dead – would be to throw up all over them.

No-one came.

He couldn’t hear anything, either.  No gunshots, no sounds of a fight.  Just the sea, lapping against the unmoving hull of the Varuna, and the ever-pounding throb of his head.

It was disconcerting, and after what he thought were a few minutes had passed he tried to roll over with the intention of staggering to his feet.

He got as far as laying on his side rather than his back before the nausea protested and he threw up.  The world span alarmingly and he completely lost his bearings.

When everything stopped moving again, he was back on his back, staring semi-blankly up at the sky.  Beneath his head, the deck vibrated in short, sharp bursts.

Footsteps.

“Ana?” he called, but the girl that appeared in his vision was completely the wrong colours.

“Ana passed out,” Ester said, and Gem’s eyes sluggishly tracked her as she crouched down next to him.  “She lost a lot of blood but I stitched her up.  You have a concussion.”

Where had Ester come from?

“Ester?” he asked.  “How..?”

“Your pupils are dilated and your reaction time is very slow,” the Orca informed him.  “You’re also bleeding.  You know head wounds bleed a lot?”

“I… yes?”  Gem winced as she leaned over him and touched his head lightly.  It flared, not appreciating the extra contact, and he groaned a little.

“I can’t carry you,” Ester told him after a moment of gentle prodding that nonetheless had his head screaming.  “Can you stand?”

Gem wanted to say yes.  He wanted to get away from the deck and at least to the infirmary with Dr Hewett and no doubt Ana as well, but he knew there was no way he could even sit up, let alone stand, even with Ester’s help.  “No,” he admitted.

Ester nodded.  “Okay,” she said.  “You should stay still, then.  I’ll be back.”

Gem blinked as she disappeared from his view, left alone with his throbbing head and several questions.  How had Ester got on the Varuna?  Was anyone else with her?  Were all the hostiles accounted for?

Ester hadn’t seemed worried, so he was going to hope the answer to the last question, at least, was yes.  He didn’t think she’d have left Ana’s side if she thought there was a danger to her.

True to her word, she didn’t take long to return.  “Painkillers,” she announced as she knelt down next to him with a syringe in her hand.  “I didn’t think you would be able to swallow any,” she explained, and Gem gave her a small nod of acknowledgement.

“Probably not,” he admitted.  He barely felt the prick of the needle past the throbbing in his head.

He did, however, feel the antiseptic as she dabbed at the source of the pain on his head.  Gritting his teeth didn’t stop the groan as the sting made its presence known, but Ester didn’t hesitate.

“This might need glue or stitches once the Nautilus arrives,” she told him as she lifted his head enough to wrap bandages around it.  “But I can’t move you by myself so it will have to wait.”

“That’s okay,” Gem assured her.  “How’s Ana?  And Dr Hewett?”  He shouldn’t have been surprised when his head was put down on something made of fabric – not as much give as a pillow, but far more comfortable than the hard deck – but he was.  He appreciated it, though.

“They’re both unconscious,” Ester told him.  “Ana’s lost a lot of blood and needs a transfusion.  Dr Hewett needs better equipment.”

Gem wasn’t surprised at either status, although neither of them were good news.

“Go back to them,” he told her.  “I’ll be fine.”

“You have a concussion,” Ester protested.  “You should be kept under observation.”

Gem appreciated her expertise, but, “it’s just you, right?”

“Yes,” she confirmed.  “But the Nautilus is on the way.”

That, Gem didn’t doubt for a moment.  He expected nothing less of Nelinha than to get their submarine operational as quickly as possible to come and back up Ana.  “Go back to them,” he repeated.  “Please,” he added almost immediately.  “I’d feel better knowing you’re with them.”

Even if there was nothing more Ester could do with the Varuna’s supplies, the idea of either of them being left unsupervised while they were unconscious worried him.  Ester was resourceful; if something went wrong before the Nautilus arrived, she would work something out.  She couldn’t do that if she wasn’t with them.

“I should stay with you,” Ester said.  “You need to stay awake.”

“Please,” Gem begged her.  “I can keep myself awake.  Just… make sure they’re alright.”

She frowned, but to Gem’s relief, she caved.  “Don’t fall asleep,” she said firmly.  “I’ll check on you.”

“Thank you,” Gem sighed.

Laying on the deck would be boring if not for the throbbing of his head – less than it was, but the painkillers weren’t enough to douse it entirely – and the persistent worries in the back of his mind.  There were several of them, from the hostiles he couldn’t confirm had all been secured, to Ana’s injuries, to the fact that Dr Hewett’s cancer must have worsened whilst in the hands of LI.

True to her word, Ester kept coming back on deck to check on him.  Neither of them were willing to risk moving him – Gem’s nausea and vertigo was not abating, and he was too tall for Ester to feel comfortable lifting – which left him on the deck, but as hostiles remained absent and Ester had no worsening news about her other two patients, Gem found himself starting to relax.

The first sign of the Nautilus docking alongside them was the vibrations of the ship as something hooked onto the Varuna.  Almost immediately he heard familiar voices, although that didn’t stop his head from throbbing at the noise as feet landed on the deck.

“Gem!”  Multiple footsteps ran towards him and he winced as Cooper came into view, golden light glinting off of the Leyden gun in his hands.  Behind him, Gem could make out the rest of the Sharks spreading around the deck, guns at the ready, and finally relaxed fully.  The rest of his house would make sure the ship was secure.

“Cooper, make sure Dev’s not going to give us any more nasty surprises.”  A shock of blue hair heralded Franklin’s arrival as the Orca prefect nudged Gem’s fellow Shark out of the way.  He still looked almost as awful as he had the last time Gem saw him, but that didn’t stop him kneeling down and checking Gem’s pulse.  “You look like you should’ve kept a few more weapons,” the other boy said.  “That’s a bad concussion.”  He held up a hand.  “How many fingers?”

Gem blinked at it.  “Three?” he guessed, before his vision focused a little more.  “Ah, two.”

“Got it the second time,” Franklin confirmed, bringing his hand back down.  “Let’s get you off this deck.  Rhys, give me a hand.  Linzi and Brigid, go see what help Ester needs with Ana and Dr Hewett.”  Gem hadn’t noticed the other Orcas lingering around, and glanced up at Rhys as she knelt down on his other side.

“Do you think he can stand?” the other Orca asked.  Gem grimaced, and Franklin frowned.

“I want to try,” he said.  “If he can’t, he’s worse than he looks.  We’ll take it slow.  Think you can try, Gem?”

“I can try,” Gem confirmed, although the nausea in his throat didn’t seem too keen.  Franklin and Rhys slid their hands underneath his shoulders, and Gem closed his eyes as the world spun.  Nausea threatened again, but somehow it stayed down as the Orcas got him up into a sitting position.

They paused then, letting him resettle for a moment as he breathed through the nausea and the still-persistent throbbing of his head.  “You good to keep going?” Franklin asked him, and Gem opened his eyes a crack.

“Yes,” he said.  His shoulders, lightly aching but nothing compared to his head, made themselves known a bit more as Franklin and Rhys looped his arms around their necks.

“On three,” Franklin said.  “One, two, three.”  Gem closed his eyes again as he was pulled to his feet, feeling his body sway as his balance struggled to settle.  It took a few more moments before he felt remotely steady, and his supporters held still as he staggered to get his feet under him.  Walking was a challenge, but opening his eyes a crack, Gem managed to stumble over to the side of the ship, catching sight of the Nautilus bobbing in the water next to the Varuna.

Boarding was harder, and Franklin enlisted extra help in the form of Virgil and Jack, but eventually Gem found himself being lowered onto a bed in the Nautilus’ sickbay, and he sank gratefully onto it.  The extra anaesthetic supplied by the submarine helped the throbbing of his head fade away further, even when Franklin removed the dressing Ester had placed to give the epicentre of the pain another clean.  To his relief, after some discussion between the Orcas and Ophelia, the decision was reached that his scalp didn’t actually need gluing or stitching back together, just secure bandaging and bedrest.

The biggest relief, though, was when he saw Ana and Dr Hewett being transferred in a short time after his head was re-wrapped.  Both of them looked awful, but the Orcas and Ophelia were all hopeful that Ana, at least, would make a full recovery.  Dr Hewett was still up in the air, but Nautilus immediately started producing something for him, which Ophelia also declared a good sign, and the knot of worry that had been sitting in Gem’s chest since finding his mentor passed out a week earlier loosened slightly.

Not everything was resolved – LI were still a distant threat, despite the defeat of their upperclassmen and the destruction of the Aronnax, and Ana and Dr Hewett were still very much unconscious and expected to stay that way for at least a day – but the main battle was over, Ana, their class, and the Nautilus were all safe, and after a few more checks by Franklin, Gem was cleared to finally pass out from exhaustion after running on adrenaline and shock for the past week.

It didn’t take him long to do exactly that.

[familiariscanis]

i made a post yesterday about how none of chuuya's behavior is alcoholic whatsoever so now lets talk about how some of dazai's behavior is.

(dazai's entrance exam and the untold stories of the agency light novels)

kunikida frequently mentions dazai day drinking, and dazai himself says he spends a lot of time at bars and pubs. kunikida also makes a reference to himself drinking to excess when he's with dazai, which is another indicator. people who are addicted will often bring other people into their addiction and encourage others to binge drink, because if everyone else is doing it then it seems more normal and it's easier to deny to themselves and others that they have a problem.

but of course, this is dazai, and we all know how hard it is to tell if he's sincere. he could just be putting on an act of a good-for-nothing day drinker when he's with other people so that he isn't taken seriously.

bsd wan episode 6

only the inside of his dorm looks like this. waking up hungover with tons of bottles by your bed is kind of an alcoholic look buddy. though to be fair, this is wan, so the canonness of it is perhaps under scrutiny, but i wouldn't be surprised at all if this is just what his room looks like (not sure if his dorm has been shown in any other content?).

while none of these are definitive proof of anything, i'd still be inclined to take all of these instances as truthful, and interpret dazai as having a tendency to abuse alcohol. an important thing to note is that alcoholics can be far, far more functional than people think, so dazai being as intelligent and capable as he is certainly does not preclude him from alcoholism! of course, he might not be a full-blown alcoholic, but that doesn't mean he doesn't abuse alcohol or have an unhealthy relationship with substances.

another reason i'd be inclined to read into these little moments is simply because he's dazai, and the real dazai osamu not only had severe addiction problems but those addiction problems also feature heavily in his writing. namely, in no longer human. like the real dazai, yozo becomes addicted to narcotics and alcohol. several of the other major themes in no longer human (such as the suicidality and the womanizing) have been made into facets of dazai's character, so it doesn't seem like a leap to think that perhaps the addiction issues could be there too.

alcoholism is also very very often a comorbid disorder, and a lot of people who struggle with addiction have other disorders or problems that came first that they weren't able to get treatment for. other mental illnesses, physical health problems, poverty, abuse and trauma can all be contributing factors to developing an addiction.

my personal interpretation of this is that post-oda's death and defecting from the mafia, dazai no longer feels like he can kill himself, because of oda's last words to him. none of his suicide attempts in the ada era are effectual and they're very often played for laughs and whenever he gets himself into a dangerous situation he's always got a plan to get himself out. dazai isn't trying to die anymore. he has something tying him down to life now. multiple things, actually. there's multiple people he's sticking around for, but that doesn't mean the desire to die is gone. alcohol numbs that (and then makes it worse, but then you just drink more to get rid of that feeling. and so the cycle of alcoholism continues). yippee self-medication!

it's a little interesting how dazai has displayed these behaviors and how they feature so heavily in a novel he's loosely inspired by, and yet chuuya is the one who gets the alcoholism hammer from fandom. i think perhaps part of this is because of a tendency, at least on a subconscious level, to view alcoholism as a failing or weakness. society has taught us that being addicted means you are mentally weak and do not have the fortitude or will power to stop, and while canon chuuya actually has significant mental fortitude and sticks to his own morals, fanon chuuya emphasizes the times when dazai gets the upper hand over him, turning chuuya into someone who has no control over himself or his own life, which fits in with the common perception of alcoholism.

this post got much longer than i expected it to so i'm going to stop myself now. i'm not saying that this means dazai definitely has an addiction or that you need to write him as having one, but it's something i find personally interesting and fitting for his character and canon seems to align with that possibility.

in conclusion: hey dazai you ever thought about going to aa (do not go to aa it would not go well)

[antvnger]

((Disclaimer: I really don't know how prisons function in terms of medication and accommodations, but I don't really hear good things so that's where part of this is coming from.

Also, as per usual, I went overboard LOOOOL. Enjoy!

This is a very good question, and I think the answer to the first and second questions comes down to the recognition of such an integral person in the Stark household:  Jarvis.

Oh yes, Jarvis is 100% still around in this AU, and why not? For the Stark home would run more amuck without him than it already was. While Charlie was away for work purposes, and Maria had all of her engagements and responsibilities as a Stark woman, the boys were in the care of Jarvis (and a nanny here and there but mainly Jarvis). And Jarvis learned very quickly that these two boys would not be ready on time for anything without a guiding hand to help them. 

While Tony is more like his mother, he did inherit quite a few things from his father besides the last name, and one of those things was the enjoyment of little rebellions against Grandpa Howard Stark. The other was being naturally fashionably late.  Which also became a little rebellion of sorts.  Howard Stark was a stickler for being on time.  Charlie was not.  Howard was the “five minutes early is still late” kind of guy, and Charlie was the “five minutes late is still on time” kind of guy. Now if it was something pertaining to his wife, his kids, or something he enjoyed - things he deemed important - Charlie would move heaven and earth to be on time. Otherwise, Charlie was fashionably late by nature. Tony is also fashionably late by nature, unless he deems it of the utmost importance to be there on time.

Scott is not a fashionably late by nature kind of guy. He prefers to be on time when he can be, but he’s more of the “stumbling in or rushing in late while somehow managing to hold it all together” type. That’s mainly due to his ADHD.  He’ll think of at least ten different things he needs to do before he leaves to go somewhere which will only take a second to do but in reality take ten minutes per thing. And each thing could potentially lead to at least two more things that he’s reminded of. This is also assuming he’s having a good day with his ADHD, and he didn’t forget he needed to leave in the first place. If he has to go somewhere he doesn’t care to go at all, well, it’s extra easy to give into those ADHD tendencies, if you know what I mean.

That’s where Jarvis comes in. Jarvis keeps the boys in line and on time. He is British, of course, so you can imagine how he prefers things in tip top shape. On an average day, Scott is easier to get out the door first because he prefers to be on time to things. Jarvis sometimes has to put more effort into getting Tony out the door unless Scott’s having a bad ADHD day. But since  Jarvis was in charge of making sure Scott took his meds for a long time, that wasn’t a big issue.

As they got older though, these behaviors didn’t change; they just became more cemented. 

For Tony, inheriting the Stark empire at such a young age and falling into Stane’s wicked grasp in the process further cemented Tony’s choice in what he deemed important. Fashionably late by nature also became fashionably late by choice. A statement. Anyone who understood him only had to pay attention to when he arrived at an event to see what he valued most. And as time carried on, how much he drank at said event to numb himself to the negative feelings pooling in his belly but that’s neither here nor there. 

Then Afghanistan happened, and a lot of Tony’s choices were taken away from him, including when he showed up to the beck and call of his captors. If they summoned him, and he didn’t answer in a timely manner, they’d drag him out and teach him better time management. He quickly learned that to stay ahead of this game, fashionably late was not an option. It took him a long time after the fact to not let himself give into the panic that would swell in his chest when he had somewhere to be he didn’t want to be.  Fear was a teaching tool too many people in his life liked to use, and he refused to bow to it in this part of his life too.

After he was rescued, fashionably late became a reminder that he is still human, still him, and he has the gift of choice.

For Scott, the struggle to be on time despite his ADHD tendencies became more apparent after losing his parents, losing Jarvis, and losing Tony to Stane and Stark Industries. Basically his whole support system. College was tough, not because of the classes but being on time.  Once Maggie came into the picture, she helped him stay ahead of the game because was a woman of precision, and she helped him remember to take his meds.  She was patient and understanding about all of that.

Prison was exceptionally challenging to him and his ADHD. The prison didn’t really care if he ran out of meds or not. The meds didn’t keep him alive, so they weren't a medical priority, even for a Stark. There were a few medical staff who liked him well enough to remember his meds for him when he ran out, so at least there was that. But he couldn’t keep them on his person or in his cell because others would steal them, and that fact caused its own problems. The prison didn’t really care if he was late to meals or curfew or fill in the blank either. You’re late? Tough luck, there’s consequences. He was on his own. Until Luis came into the picture as his celly and saw how Scotty without his meds really was. Luis helped keep him in line to go eat or to be back in the cell for lights out and things of that nature.

Once he was out of prison, it took a long time for Scott to break out of the mindset that if he wasn’t on time something bad would happen to him.  Panic kept him on time but exhausted, and he hated feeling afraid of consequences that his anxious mind would fabricate. He never wanted to feel like that again.

After prison, rushing in and holding it all together somehow became a reminder that he was trying, he was doing better, and he was improving all the time. And if he didn’t get it right, that’s okay because he’s still human, and grace is a gift he would give when it was needed, including to himself.)) @loki-notazombie

[gay-disabled-characters-showdown]

LGBTQ+ Disabled Characters Showdown Round 4, Wave 2, Poll 6

A character being totally canon LGBTQ+ and disabled was not required to be in this competition. Please check qualifications and propaganda before asking why a character is included.

Check out the other polls in this wave and round here.

Eda Clawthorne-The Owl House

Qualifications:

She has a magical chronic disorder which has flare-ups, is mitigated by taking medication (potions), and has similar side effects to many real disorders such as fatigue, greying hair, and physical impairment (drains magic, a natural ability of *most witches). Unlike in other stories however, her condition is NOT ever completely cured. It does evolve and become more manageable over the course of the story, but she still experiences symptoms from it. Eda also loses one of her arms later in the story. She does get a replacement hook, but it is never shown whether she has a functional prosthetic or not. Most likely, she only has one fully functioning arm after this. As for being queer, she is in a relationship with a nonbinary person and is all but confirmed bisexual (has a secret box with the bi flag on it seriously why else would she have this). Also the owl house has a Lot of queer characters in it and I mean. just look at her. I would be surprised if she wasn't queer somehow.

Bisexual, and has a curse that affects her day to day life

Bi & lost arm and has a chronic illness metaphorically

Propaganda:

Has canonically dated both men and a non-binary person. Her curse affects her ability to use magic (and at one point outright stops it), which is very important in witch life. Said curse also causes her body parts to fall off sometimes. Many have said her curse is like a metaphor for depression but really it's more like a magic version of a physical disability (although I wouldn't be surprised if she actually also had depression).

Uuuuh she’s great and stuff idk I can’t propaganda well sorry

Roronoa Zoro-One Piece

Qualifications:

He's canonically visually impaired and implied to be gay in the live action!!!

as for him being queer, nothing is confirmed unfortunately but it is common for fans to interpret him as gay and transgender. the gay interpretation comes from him not showing a lot of interest in women and having a lot of very shippable moments with other men, as well as some moments in the recent live action. the trans headcanons come from his backstory, where he helps his best friend Kuina deal with the internalized misogyny she got from her father dismissing her as a swordswoman because of her gender - it would make the story a little cooler if zoro has had to deal with this misogyny himself. (Same person, different tumblr ask)

Propaganda:

hes such a guy. he's green. he doesn't know directions. he sleeps 20 hours a day. he's a feminist. he's suicidal. he was crucified. he's a 19 year old alcoholic. he has the biggest tits out of all the straw hats. he's even gay