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I love how Eleven has often chosen to stay with the Ponds, no matter how short their time is
That one scene that has him asking if he could stay with them just for a little bit
And him coming for Christmas dinner
And then him staying a night(24years) on darilium with River Song
he’s not good with relaxing and keeping still, he still decides to stay with em
His family
He could have stopped coming when the Ponds stopped adventuring with him full time, but he still came back
to his family
#eleventh doctor#rory williams#amy pond#river song#actually#ive barely seen doctor who#but I have seen the episodes with the 11th doctor and the ponds#and river#The doctor is a pond#might be spouting bullshit#and headcanons#but hey#it’s my delusion
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hi besties i just got back from the cardiologist and the good news is that i got answers and im not dying but the bad news is i have mitral valve prolapse and i am relieved and also still scared because it is a valve disease in my heart and it causes a bit of mitral regurgitation which is scary and i am being so brave about it
#camshitposts#camyellsOW#my heart also just skips a beat fairly regularly which is really fun and cool (no it is not)#add another fucking thing to the 'whats wrong with me' pile#but hey at least i finally have answers#ive known something was up with my heart since high school and this is the first doctor who has takent the time to figure it out#instead of giving me an EKG and telling me to go home beacuse i jsut have anxiety#this is the second cardiologist ive seen just this year#the first guy was a creepy old bastard. i told him i didnt want to know how much i weigh and he literally joked about ED#like i have a history of anorexia (currently remission) and he joked that I was going to go home and cry because he told me how much i weig#and joked that i would be depressed for weeks because he told me. so I never went back#my current doctor is wonderful and compassionate and let me ask questions and was respectful of me and my history#Dr H my beloved <3#i love being astounded by men doing the bare minimum <3#jk no shade @ Dr H he goes above and beyond and put up with me and my scared mother and our 104859485 questions#aaaaanywaaaayyy#thanks for coming to my ted talk i need to journal about this but i am avoiding it for the moment because im having a lot of big feelings#and this feels more like talkign to my friends than journaling#anyway im going to go read my book i think or try thinking more about my wriring bc i was thinking about it before i had to go to my appt#i think i have decided to add vampires to my story and i think it actually makes more sense now i think this was the piece i was missing#me: i added vampires#nobody: is surprised
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A Mother’s Love
Omega Benny who was part of the MKUltra experiment in college. They took his baby, said he died, but Benny knows in his heart that he would have felt that. He moved to Hawkins after he found out Brenner worked there, hoping to be near his pup.
But with his build he’ll never make it past security.
So he waits, gathers information, and when Terry Ives comes to him with her plan, he asks her to look for his boy.
She’s so focused on finding Jane, Terry doesn’t even have a chance to notice that none of the pups there could be Benny’s boy.
Because he’s already been smuggled out.
The Harringtons aren’t the kind of family to go to a diner, so the first time Benny sees Steve the boy is in middle school, out with his friends. 13-years-old, still unpresented, and his scent makes Benny’s heart ache.
He’s found his pup.
🫂🫂🫂
Steve was a sensitive child. His mother always said so, that he couldn’t stand to see anyone in pain.
He’s grown out of it, or learned to control it now, hides it by fitting in with the popular kids, does his best to get Tommy not to be a dick.
But maybe that’s why.
Why he feels compelled to open the door back to the kitchen while he’s waiting to pay, and finds Mr. Hammond crying.
“Is something wrong?” he asks softly, letting the door close behind him.
“Oh, no…” Mr. Hammond says, wiping at his eyes. “Not wrong. Very right. I got some good news just now.”
“Oh,” Steve says, nodding. “That’s good. Still, are you gonna be alright?”
“Yeah, that’s very kind of you…?”
“Steve. Harrington.”
His face twitches at Steve’s name, but settles into a smile. “Thank you, Steve. Your mother must be proud of you.”
“I dunno about that.” Steve blushes. His mother worked hard to make sure he could get along alright, but she would be upset with him for being nosy. For being noticeable.
“Well, I’ll be out in a minute. Meet you at the register.” He slaps his thighs and gets to his feet, and Steve slips from the backroom.
🫂🫂🫂
Benny doesn’t push. Not that first time. After what happened to Terry, he knows to be careful. But now he knows it. Remembers Marsha Harrington from the lab, one of the kinder nurses.
She must have gotten Steve out, but clearly not very far. Brenner might still know where he is.
But his boy is free.
And closer than he thought.
He calls Wayne Munson, asks to come over that night. Benny needs to make a plan.
🫂🫂🫂
Benny brings burgers and fries over to Wayne’s after he closes up at 10. Wayne’s out smoking on his tiny porch, and immediately pulls him into an apple-cinnamon hug.
He lets himself cry again, being held by his closest friend. Wayne lets him cry, holds off on asking questions.
Once Benny’s cried himself out, they go inside, Wayne grabs a couple beers, and they sit at the kitchen table. “So,” Wayne starts, “Tell me what happened.”
Benny does.
“And you’re sure it’s him?”
“Yeah. It ain’t just that it feels right. It’s Marsha Harrington.”
Benny takes a deep breath. Wayne already knows the basics of what happened, about the weird experiments and the drugs, about the isolation and giving birth too doped up to know up from down. About Terry and Claire, Danny and Paula, the other omegas in the program. His friends.
But he doesn’t know as much about the doctors and nurses that surrounded them. The scientists.
Benny’s talked about Brenner, but not this. He blows out his held breath.
“I always hoped I’d get Marsha’s rotation for blood draws. Could barely feel the needle go in when she did it. She was gentle.”
He tells more, neglecting his food, how Marsha held him after Brenner said the pup didn’t make it. “Too small, such bullshit, I could feel him inside me; my family has big babies.” Wayne smiles at that, looking up. “But Marsha was kind, said to hold him in my heart. That a mother knows…”
And he did. He does. He knows his boy, and now he’s seen him, Benny feels a mix of joy-pain-terror over it all. “Maybe she still works there, or maybe she started to lose faith then. Somehow, she got him out of there.”
“She must know you live in Hawkins now.”
“Probably.”
“Do you think she’d talk to you?”
“I dunno.”
“So, what do you want to do?” Wayne takes a swig of his beer, his food mostly eaten, while Benny’s is practically untouched.
“I wanna hold him.” Benny rubs at the tears in his eyes. “But I don’t want to scare him. He’s half-grown as it is.”
Wayne gets up, goes to put his arms around Benny, puts a wrist by his nose to calm him. “Want me to ask Eddie about him? They’re close enough in age he must know some things.”
“I… Yeah, please. God, Eddie probably hates him.” Even keeping his distance, Benny knows the Harringtons are rich as sin.
“Far as I can tell, the only thing Eddie bothers hating is the hospital. And sometimes his daddy, when he ain’t idolizing him.” Wayne steps back, wraps up Benny’s untouched burger, and puts it in the fridge. “A lot happened today. You should rest; hopefully it will all be clearer in the morning.”
Benny nods, happy to follow Wayne to his nest, to be held like he’s precious as he falls asleep.
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Eddie’s cutting math class, hanging at the Hawkins High smoking patio, when one of the Hawkins Middle side doors opens. He recognizes Harrington from his hair, even fluffier than normal because he keeps running his hands through it and rubbing at his neck.
His polo is darkened with patches of sweat.
Eddie drops his half-smoked cigarette, grinding it out with his heel. He runs over to the younger boy—still a pup, but it looks like that won’t be true much longer—hands held up to show he may be an alpha but he’s not a threat. “Hey, you okay there?”
“No,” Harrington whines, tugs at his shirt. “Think m’dying.”
Taking a quick sniff, Eddie picks out the honey-sweetness of omega, and grins. “Not dying, presenting. Want me to take you to the nurse? Have her call home?”
Harrington shakes his head. “Dad’s out of town, and my mom has some lunch thing… Nobody’s home.”
At least he’s with it enough to know that.
“I could still take you to the nurse, she’ll have… stuff to help—”
“No! Please, don’t take me back in there.” Harrington looks about to cry, only to double over in pain, like he’s been punched in the stomach.
Eddie reaches out on instinct, squeezes his shoulder. “It’s gonna be okay,” he soothes.
It’s like saying it makes it true, triggers the perfect thing to do in his brain. Harrington is still pretty short, just clearing five feet tall. “Do you think you could balance on my handlebars? So I can get you somewhere better than this? Somewhere comfortable.”
Harrington nods, and Eddie smiles.
He guides him to the bike rack, pulls out his own bike and holds it steady as Harrington gets situated. Biking with the extra weight is hard, but it doesn’t take long for Eddie to get them to the omega he trusts most in the world: his Uncle Wayne.
“What the hell, Ed?” Wayne asks from the doorway.
“No one at home,” Eddie pants, still catching his breath. “You wouldn’t wanna have your first heat at school either. Told Harrington I’d take him somewhere safe.”
“Harrington?” Wayne looks startled. Eddie starts to worry.
“You can call me Steve,” Harrington says with a pout as he gets off the bike.
Wayne nods. “Steve, come on in. We’ll get you comfortable, but you’re gonna want something from your mom’s nest, the scent will help.”
“Mom doesn’t have a nest, she’s a beta.”
“Oh. Then we’ll get you set up in mine. D’you wanna shower? Deal with the… mess?” Eddie knows Wayne is being delicate.
That he doesn’t want to say that Harrington’s underwear is full of the aftermath of his pussy opening up. It might not be yet, Eddie’s not sure. They don’t go too in-depth on the timeline in health class.
The grimace on Harrington’s face, the quick nod, says it’s already happened.
Wayne gets a hand on Harrington’s back, helps him inside as he stares at Eddie. “Head back to school. Stop in the middle school office to let them know Steve went home.”
Eddie digs his toe into the ground. “Okay…”
“And stop skipping Algebra! You wanna graduate, don’t ya?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Eddie watches as Wayne’s attention turns fully to Steve, feels a spike of jealousy, then pushes it away as he turns to bike back to school.
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Steve feels better after the shower, and Munson’s uncle left him baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt. His skin still feels too hot. Itchy. He pulls on the sweats and tightens the drawstring, but leaves the shirt as he wanders from the tiny bathroom.
“Hey, kiddo, let’s get you settled.”
“Thank you, Mr. Munson.”
“Wayne is fine. Ya thirsty?”
Steve nods, suddenly aware of how dry his tongue is.
“Yep, your body is gonna run through fluids pretty hard for the next day or so. C’mon, pup.” Wayne places a hand between Steve’s shoulder blades and guides hin to a cozy nest of blankets.
There are shirts and pillowcases tucked into the sides. The whole room smells warm, like cinnamon rolls with sticky glaze. The homemade kind, spicier and sweeter than the ones from the tube that his mom makes on the weekends. Or… Used to make. They don’t do family meals much anymore.
Wayne helps Steve into the nest, makes a shushing sound when Steve whines at being left alone. “Just getting you that water, pup.”
Steve nods again, wriggles down in the nest, and breathes deep. He feels better almost instantly, his nose pressed against a plain, white undershirt. Right there, the scent of apples cuts through the cinnamon, and Steve relaxes, melts against the blankets. He feels safe here, protected. Like he’s being held.
He wants to be held. Wants his mother.
Steve wishes he was little again, that he could be wrapped in a blanket and held in her lap.
His mother hadn’t held him like that since he started school. Since he stopped going to the daycare with the colorful playroom.
His mother is not a cuddler.
Steve wants to be cuddled. Desperately.
Wayne comes back with his water, and Steve sits up. His skin drags on the blankets, sweaty. Wet.
He drains the glass and Wayne sets it aside. He sits in the nest with Steve, pets his hair. “How are ya feelin’, kid?”
“Okay. Better. It’s nice here.”
“Good. That’s good. Do ya know when your mother should be home? So I can give her a call. Let her know where you are.”
“Four. I think?”
“Okay. Until then you rest.” Wayne pushes back Steve’s hair from his forehead.
Nodding, Steve nuzzles back against the apple-y shirt again, and starts to purr.
part 2
#omegaverse#fanfiction#omega steve harrington#alpha eddie munson#omega benny hammond#omega wayne munson#pre-steddie#pre canon#stranger things fic#i was possessed#the idea grabbed me hard#past mpreg
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Hiiiiii I just read your new loki fic with a disabled little and I was amazing to read especially when it's relatable like that I have a bad relationship with my health 😅
If your comfortable with it I really feel that a stucky x disabled little would be a perfect match cuz bucky is disabled (just in a cooler way with the vibranium arm) and iv been reading how you write bucky and Steve and they just want what's best for they're little so I need to read them helping the reader be more comfortable with they're disability.
You can ignore this but I just wanna say I love your blog and I hope your having a great day
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Hurts.
Masterlist - All my work!
A/N - hiii! I am so sorry your request took a little bit because I wanted to make it similar yet different to my story "It's hard." because everyone's experience with pain and why they don't feel comfortable with others when in pain, or for why they have bad relationship with their health is completely different. I wish I could include everyone in each post, and if you'd like to share your story with me I'd love to know, your never alone in your battles. If you have any feed back please let me know!
Warnings⚠️: mentions of rough family life, parents saying meds should fix the pain, ignorance of how pain affects someone, negative regression, mentions of bucky in hydra but nothing significant, please let me know if I missed anything!!
Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Little!Reader
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Bucky understood what it was like to be in unbearable pain, feeling like your entire body was being ripped to shreds. He had been stuck being experimented on for how long? When he told Steve about how he felt on a daily basis even after not being experimented on for a while, Steve did his best to learn how to help him out when the pain just made it unbearable.
This meant that steve tried hard to figure out the best ways to help anyone who was in severe amounts of pain. He tried epsom salts, different type of ointments, mental care, anything he possibly could think about to make bucky comfortable.
So when they met you, you didn’t seem out of the ordinary for them, to them you were seen as such sweet person and you were pretty confident. When people would talk to you, you helped them out if you could, or were polite in saying you couldn’t.
You had originally met the two in a library when Steve and Bucky were looking for different types of books to try and learn more about the world today. You were trying to reach for the book on the highest shelf, and pain was shooting through every fiber in your body. You were exhausted and uncomfortable when you saw Steve's shadow behind you and got spooked. You jumped and nearly fell over from moving too quickly off your tippy toes. He gently grabbed your arm to stabilize you before smiling at you and apologizing for scaring you.
He asked if you needed help with getting the book off the shelf and you quietly said yes. It was one of your favorite childhood books, you read them sometimes when you regress, although he didn’t need to know that. You felt bad making him do it for you, even though he asked. You know it wasn’t anything significant but you had never been able to accept help.
Your family barely paid any attention to your pain, you were thrown on meds that did nothing when you were a kid and they stopped caring. Everytime you said something you always got “Well, did you take your meds?” “Your meds worked yesterday, don’t lie to me” Meds this, meds that. It got to the point you stopped taking meds and never asked your parents for help with your pain.
When you were able to finally get into doctor offices by yourself you got meds that helped somewhat, but you still never felt as if you could rely on anyone else to help with your aches and how you felt on the inside. You had meds which meant that you should be fine and learn to deal with the pain on your own. Right?
You had seen the duo in the bookstore quite often after the first interaction, learning they were together and they were shocked when you told them you had no clue who “captain America” or the “winter soldier” was. You never really payed attention to the world outside of your bubble, you couldn’t relate to a lot of people so you shut off a lot of the outside.
Eventually they asked you out, and from then on is history. But something you still hadn’t told them about was the chronic pain, and the regression that came from it. You had times where getting out of bed was the worst idea ever, showering was beyond out of the question, and regression was the only option your brain had.
You’d regress young enough that you could toddle and make it from point A to point B, but past that you had no survival when you were in so much agony. This means there became times you didn’t eat for hours, you’d sleep longer than you should, and there would be times you didnt respond for hours to anyone.
Bucky and Steve got super worried on days you never replied, they tried to let you have your space, thinking that it was something that you just did, but when you didnt show up for a date at their place, they ran over, thoughts racing.
They knocked on your door which woke you up, but you had no energy to attempt in getting up. Not knowing it was them, you assumed it was a package and tried to go back to sleep when they knocked louder.
Steve continued to knock while bucky prayed that you had left a key outside to your apartment incase you lost yours. He looked under a brick and practically ran to get your door open. Thank god that he remembered people put keys under rocks.
When they got in the apartment, the quickly rushed to find you. Scanning and worridly running around.
“Y/N??” Steve shouts, checking the bathroom.
“Sweetheart?!” Bucky yells as he opens the door to your room, where he finds you crumpled in pain, your room darker than a cave.
“Please, stop screaming.” You mumble quietly, you clutch your stuffie to your chest, your regression starting to set in after being brutally awaken.
Bucky quickly comes and sits by your side, helping to pull the blanket away from your face, looking at you with complete and utter concern.
Steve eventually comes in with some things in his hands, bucky looks at him puzzled before connecting the dots.
See, Bucky found you, but Steve found your regression and safe room. Where you had soft toys and padding everywhere. It was something you had filled with everything that you could need for when your regressed, and when it hurt too much to move.
The two knew what age-regressors were from tony, seeing as him and Stephen were the proud caregivers of Peter and Wanda. So when Steve saw your pacifier and heating pads, and anything else that might help, he grabbed it all.
“Baby, can you tell us whats wrong?” Bucky softly asks, tucking your hair behind your ear, Softly rubbing your thigh with his thumb.
“Hurts.” you mumble out softly, you slowly flip over, and bury your face into bucky's stomach. His scent fills your lungs, and he slowly starts to rub your back, holding you closely.
Steve comes up behind Bucky, his face contorted to a face of his own pain. He hated seeing you so upset, and mowing you were trying to fend for yourself, by yourself, hurt him.
“Do you want your pacifier darling?” Steve gently asks, he wasn’t sure if you knew he had found your room, and wasn’t wanting to freak you out.
Hearing him ask that question, you looked up from bucks embrace with pure terror. How did he find it? Why was he so calm about it?
Bucky softly cupped your cheek and kissed your forehead before pulling you back into his embrace, rubbing small circles on your back before he speaks calmingly.
“Doll, we know about regression or age-dreaming, there's nothing to be afraid of, we promise.”
You relax into his hold before slowly nodding. Steve hands you your paci and you slide it between your lips and just rest against bucky, the pain minorly subsiding with the extra pressure of his hug.
“Baby, I know that the pain can be hard to handle, but you don't have to go this alone, you'll never be alone now that we're here. Whatever we can do, we want to do it. Please never feel as if you have to fight this battle alone.” Bucky manages to barely whisper out, fighting his own emotions.
Your tears begin to fall, hearing words you've never heard before. You’ve had to fight by yourself for so long, that maybe them knowing wasn't for the worst.
“Your not alone anymore, never alone. We're with you now. The pain doesn't have to be suffering anymore, let us help.” Steve sits next to you and buck, rubbing your back and leaving little kisses on your head.
You slowly nod, wanting someone to be there, maybe this time, you'll be able to accept the help. The right help.
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Ask Comp 01/07
Anonymous asked:i think youre the first liveblogger ive seen to actually remember that orphaner dualscar was eridan’s flarping name?
Mindfang clearly describes the Serkets, so I wonder if Dualscar says anything about the Amporas?
Eridan's greatest enemy does have a duality theme, after all - and he was certainly scarred when the guy stole his crush >:)
@captorations asked:i have terrible news regarding homestuck and the good place: https://x.com/nbcthegoodplace/status/1039908767763259392?lang=en not to mention that. well. the two share more than you've encountered yet. it's very likely not a coincidence. have fun! oh and. re: my ongoing campaign of pointing out the homestuck ancestry of tlt characters. please compare aradia's "i am very much alive and i intend to stay that way" with dulcinea's "i'm not in the river and i won't ever be again"
...oh my god.
On reflection, this makes a lot of sense. Homestuck's fandom is pretty large, and some of its members were bound to be involved in the production of mainstream media. Still, it's wild to see a Homestuck reference - or, technically, a Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff reference - on the official Twitter for a show this big.
And Aradia does have a lot in common with Dulcinea, doesn't she? For one thing, they didn't really start influencing the plot until after they died.
Anonymous asked: Not really important anymore, but looking at what Gamzee has in his Strife Deck, it doesn’t look like he has any ranged options: he’s got the bowling pins, what appear to be a discarded sickle and lance from Karkat and Tavros respectively, what I’m PRETTY SURE is a whip of some sort, and the Zillyhoo hammer. The closest to a ranged weapon in that stack is the whip, or maybe the pins if he’s willing to throw them, but neither seem like they’d work very well against Vriska. Barring some secret power or other plot twist, I think Gamzee would genuinely be the underdog in that matchup. (Which feels weird, because Gamzee’s been mutating into a slasher villain while Vriska’s still very much an antihero protagonist. Usually the power balance is the other way around with those archetypes!)
On the face of it, Gamzee didn't seem to have great odds in that fight - but it's hard to know for sure with this pesky Bard. His Strife Deck contains plenty of cards we haven't seen, and whatever he did to the Black King is still shrouded in mystery. Everything's just so uncertain with him.
@mimescantscream asked: I've really been holding back all this time, but now that we've met the Grand-highblood, it really is extra painful to see a Gamzee who was once incredibly loving of his friends (despite their constant ridicule) end up falling down the path that fate seems to have pre-ordained for him. Was he truly always meant to repeat echoes of the past? Could things ever have gone differently for him?
Yeah, I've been having similar thoughts. His PoV seemed completely sincere, so I don't think his original personality was a fabrication, or anything. I think there is a part of Gamzee that cares about his friends - and maybe even he wants it back.
@jade-harley-real asked: […] I want a rant on the bad doctor from you pls pls pls
Scratch is straight up the scariest character in Homestuck.
What's he up to now? Hard to say since we're not telling him what to do. Guardians can never be told what to do.
The aura of menace he's cultivated is incredible, especially considering he barely even moves. He's playing the entire cast like a fiddle, armed with nothing but a typewriter and his own supercharged brain - and there's no doubt in my mind that his confidence isn't a mask. He knows he's going to win in the end.
English is coming. He's basically already here.
@elkian asked: I'll probably never be a Vriska FAN, but I gotta admit, she really never had a chance, what with the only adults in her life being: a trollvorous spider 1 missed meal away from eating her, Marquise "I do what I want" Mindfang, and Doc Scratch. Some role models! @manorinthewoods asked: So, now that Mindfang has been revealed, here's a question for you: how much of Vriska's Vriskyness is because she's Vriska, how much is because of Mindfang, how much is because of her lusus, and how much is because of Alternia in general? ~LOSS (20/6/24)
This is why I don't think she'd be like this on Earth. At this point, it's obvious that none of her Incidents were the result of her personality as it naturally arose.
I mean, look how anti-Aradiacide she was! They weren't even really friends!
Anonymous asked: ‘AA: there are all sorts of friends to meet AA: ones you already know and ones you dont’ I mean…couldn’t she just be referring to various doomed selves? I don’t see why the dream bubbles would just be confined to the alpha timeline seeing as the furthest ring is weird in terms of time and space
I was assuming that only Alpha Timeline deaths would be preserved by the Bubbles, but you're right - I'm not sure that was a reasonable assumption.
The Horrorterrors seem to eschew the concept of the Alpha Timeline. and, they've coordinated with both Doomed and Alpha versions of Rose and Dave. Plus, yeah, there is no time in the Ring, so timelines are probably meaningless there. Why would it only interface with the Alpha?
If the Bubbles do preserve doomed souls, then we might also run into the John who died to Typheus, and the Jade he couldn't save. That's a pair of ghosts I'd be very interested to meet.
Anonymous asked: If every Aradia comes back from every doomed timeline, the number would double each time, so you could get over a thousand of her with only ten doomed timelines.
Fair point- although, if an already doomed Aradia went back in time again, she'd be double doomed. Is that even possible? Would she die twice as quickly?
@mhafanlol2000 asked: Your issues with quirks and speech-to-text are pretty simple to explain. If a troll were to speak into a non-modified speech-to-text program, it would output text with their quirk. Because they, quite literally, speak in their quirk. Terezi probably isnt actually saying “YOU H4V3 LOST TH3 G4M3”, each number at a time, but the vibes are definitely there. I don’t know, this is hard to describe if you don’t inherently get it.
I think, jokes aside, it is indeed about the vibes.
In the troll intro pages, you get told a little about how each troll talks, and I think that's how we're supposed to translate their quirks to an audible medium.
Anonymous asked: i think ppl in the fandom have over time kinda built up a like, generally separate understanding of quadrants from how theyre described in the "official" explanation. which is like, not representative of how these terms are used in homestuck, but probably more useful for describing Good relationships that Do Not Suck. like basically making moirails equivalent to being queer platonic partners, making blackrom more about having a healthy fun rivalry, that kinda stuff.
It's funny, actually - I don't think I've encountered a single asker who accepts the quadrants as they're originally described.
The main issue is that, with the possible exception of matespritship, we haven't seen a single troll relationship with reflects the infodump's explanation of the quadrants. I think Hussie might just have jumped the gun a little when dropping it.
Anonymous asked: Shoutout to Karkat poking his friends in the background! Terezi (crying over Dave) and now Soloux (talking to Terezi). Karkat isn’t sure what the right response is but wants to be included! Reminds me of actual cats, just putting a paw on you for no discernible reason. @manorinthewoods asked: I'd like to note that Karkat poking Terezi's tears is the same sprite (and same 'poooke'!) as Karkat poking Sollux's burnt-out eyesockets. ~LOSS (12/6/24)
My man just likes poking.
@alicesoinions asked: not much to say just wanted to say I really enjoy your liveblog!!
Glad you're enjoying!
I've actually got a few new followers recently. Maybe I'm showing up in people's recommendations?
@heliotropopause asked: Dream bubbles are pretty neat, eh? Neat enough to inspire half of HtN, I'd bet.
…wait.
Oh my god, you're right. It's literally a River Bubble. They're both located in afterlives, for crying out loud!
Anonymous asked: Wanted to thank your liveblog for reminding me of a lot that I had flat out missed in canon, due to not putting it together or just reading too quickly. Most recently and notably on my mind right now, is that Feferi is the one who set up the dreambubbles!!! I had always thought that they were just a part of the world that readers didn’t know about yet, like how we weren’t yet introduced to Alternia and it’s moons until act 5. This went right over my head and it has me absolutely REELING (fishing pun included just for fef!!)
Feferi truly is the MVP.
I wonder what happened to dead Players before the Bubbles?
They're certainly not the only type of afterlife in the multiverse. Alternia has at least two types of undead, which implies that the Players are very, very lucky to have retained their personhood postmortem. Imagine this was what Feferi looked like in Jade's dream.
Anonymous asked: Knowing sollux, he probably already had coded his tech to recognize if his speech ever changed, and gave himself a different typing quirk for it, long ago. Not because he knew or thought it would happen, but because he thought it would be a fun coding project ((I know nothing about coding))
And yet, you somehow know exactly how we think.
Anonymous asked: Something I hadn’t really thought about, until I started reading this liveblog, is how much VRISKA ((autocorrect decided to caps that and I’m leaving it in lol)) was manipul8ted into a lot of her violence. Scratch pushed her towards vengeance against Aradia, and she didn’t want to go through with it. Did VRISKA ever tell anyone how much of her live she spent resisting these forces, or even really acknowledge it? She didn’t hide Spidermom, and arguably her need to kill other trolls was to prevent herself from being killed. BUT on the other hand, VRISKA voice would make it sound like a compliment “I almost didn’t kill you why don’t you appreciate me!!!!!!!!”
The thing is, VRISKA probably felt a lot of social pressure not to tell people she was coerced into her crimes. That would reveal that she was reluctant to kill, which is the opposite of what the Empire wants.
@manorinthewoods asked: You could have written a great Homestuck if you'd been Hussie. I think your style, if translated from reacting-to-comic to making-comic, would work great with what Homestuck is, and could have made a better product. I think you'd make a cerebral Homestuck, which would have been cool to read, except I would have botched reading it like I botched reading Homestuck in our Alpha Timeline. ~LOSS (11/6/24)
Thank you! I've tried to write before, actually, but whenever I reread my stories, they come off as esoteric, stilted and a little hard to follow. It's not an insurmountable problem, of course, and I really need to take a writing workshop at some point.
I'd love to make a webcomic, too, but my art also leaves a lot to be desired. I can adapt sprites just fine, but original drawings are hard, guys. Did anyone else know about this?
Anonymous asked: i counted just now, and only like 24 out of all 54 paradox space comics have zero spoilers. some of them are certainly more substantial than others (e.g. i counted ones that include jade’s consorts that you havent seen yet as spoilers) but a lot of them have Very Big Spoilers
It would have been awfully messy. I'm probably just going to read it once I've reached the Gigapause of 2013, and no longer need to worry about spoilers.
@bladekindeyewear asked: “Nepeta wasn't trying to pacify Equius, nor did she seem to be fulfilling any rigidly defined 'role' in his life. They just came off as very good friends, and their relationship was much better for it.” Well, maybe we ought to look at it through the lens of real relationships between friends? Once a healthy dynamic and boundaries are established, perhaps Moirails stabilize as long as they’re together.
That's a good way to interpret moirallegence - although, it does raise an issue with the quadrant that I'll be discussing on its own post, once I've finished the comp. There's no point in prehashing what I'm about to say, so I'll see you there!
Anonymous asked: karkats message didn't go through because of trollians narrative awareness feature, where it'll display something different in service of one of the several "all"-seeing entities, of which the reader is one <3 watsonian and doylist explanations are kissing with tongue
Since the fourth wall is an actual, physical piece of technology in this world, this isn't even that far-fetched!
@sashonya asked: So, as the session's timers continues to count down, what do you think will happen after The Scratch?
Beyond 'the session ends', it's difficult to say for sure. I think the two most likely possibilities are that the kids start exploring other sessions, or travel to a location completely outside the current scope of the comic. I am, of course, hoping for both.
@ericvilas asked: "I still believe that out of all the trolls, Karkat’s traits were featured the most prominently in humanity" yeah, I guess even humans aren't free from the effects of carcinization
CG: THERE IS ONLY ONE STEP. CG: AND IT IS ME.
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i think people are too harsh on the apple and raven switched at birth theory. sure, people are not allowed to like it and i'm not against pointing out the flaws in it but i sort of think people are overly negative about it's flaws, and i hope that doesn't affect the creator. and i'm saying this as someone who doesn't agree with the theory and also heavily disagrees with it
first of all one of the takes ive seen is switched at birth would "destroy" the destiny themes of the show- to which i heavily disagree. i feel like if the writers added this revelation later on in the series if way too wonderland and dragon games didnt end the destiny arc it would point the flaws in the destiny system and change the relationship's the royals. both raven and apple's moms have one track mind and believe their destiny should be followed. it would be a massive revelation to the characters and affect their relationships. i dont think it would make all the "drama" useless considering how a lot of it stems from the culture of the fairytale world, and it would force the characters to really consider what the destiny system is. one of the biggest revelations it would be if the parents didnt know too somehow, and it was a mistake the doctors made and not intentional. (or even an ordinary citizen of bookend who was mad at the destiny system- just throwing ideas out) if the story suddenly went this way, i wouldnt like it but it doesnt feel impossible to be added to the ever after high story, given cerise and ramona's story being added late in the story or holly and poppy. i mean swapping two different babies compared to twins being born really close together is a huge reach- but still.
another thing i've seen is that because blond hair can be be recessive it disproves the theory. i understand the theory is mostly because of the hair colors of the characters not matching, but i dont really think this disprove it because it's really hard to dispute given how bare bones the theory is. many bad theories are intentionally or not intentionally difficult to disprove. i also thought, as far as i know never seeing both sets of parents even in an illustration for them is kind of suspicious to me. it would be interesting to see them focus on their family tree as well, but they didnt probably because that would kill the suspense of seeing these characters later on.
i do think this is a bad theory (its more of an idea than a theory), but an interesting story concept that could have even be considered for ever after high. i do think that its possible that this was an early idea for ever after high. consider the following: ever after high was in development for several years and wasnt even about fairytales at first, it was about witches. disney was even working on desendants as well. now part of me wonders if the reason that apple doesnt have black hair is because of disney and not wanting to make the characters too similar to disney's despite them having the well known versions of many characters. so they have to call back to the disney version (ex: adding yellow and gold in apple's design) without directly copying them. another thing that strikes me as interesting is that in one of the original versions of snow white she has "hair as black as ebony" yet in her future shown in the mirror we never see snow white in the future with the blonde turning into black hair. in fact its raven who undergoes more of a transformation. knowing how much ever after high uses the original source material of the original it's something to consider. another interesting thing to consider is the possibility if cerise was going to be more relevant this theme would make sense throughout the series, of inheriting a destiny that doesn't belong to you (i believe she was in the stop motion short) so with this i propose that it could have been considered at one point for the story, but didnt use it because it didnt work. another interesting idea is apple and raven not being switched, but being related somehow. like if the good king had a relationship with snow white but left her for evil queen and she had apple because of that. so apple and raven would be half sisters. again, not something i would want in canon but still interesting.
i know the original posters of these takes might disagree with me, but i feel like switched at birth- even though not a well carefully or thought out theory (literally just a "what if") can open up more discussions of the creative decisions on ever after high, and i feel like the community just going at this theory (as well as other communities going after theories that arent just "its not real") to me is sort of unproductive. ive seen too many takes on why it's stupid and i'm tired. i think the original creator, as far as i'm aware is a well read person who made one bad theory so when people say that it "lacks media literacy" i sort of get mad on their behalf, also hating that as a buzzword. so yeah, even though i think switched at birth is a "stupid" theory i think it's overcriticized in the fandom for being bad, when the concepts it has are really interesting outside of this theory. because the fact the ever after high designers made the child of snow white a blonde is very interesting from a design perspective because snow white is well known in many versions of her tale for having black hair. as well as the fact that ever after high was sort of mistreated by mattel and that affected the plot we were shown and how the fandom interacts with eah media. sorry if some people see this confession is just "people are too negative" but i do think people are blowing how bad this theory out of proportion. it's a bad theory with a lot of potential. i think this fandom in general has a lot of problems of overusing negative criticism and certain discussions becoming popular over others, like overfocusing on the selfishness of certain characters and whether or not apple (or raven) is a good or bad person objectively and arguing about it amongst each other instead of like... the larger actual story? i also think switched at birth would make a good AU and seeing what it would mean for their fairytales is so interesting. but not a good theory, no...
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#eah#ever after high#eah confessions#mattel#apple white#raven queen#eah apple white#eah apple#eah raven queen#eah raven#eah ramona wolf#eah ramona#ramona wolf#eah poppy#poppy o'hair#eah poppy o'hair#eah holly#eah holly o'hair#holly o'hair#eah cerise hood#cerise hood#eah cerise
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heard we were making house ocs and ive had a dingus floating around in my head since january so i FINALLY got around to actually making a proper ref sheet. i present my silliest
Dr. Nanette "Ninny" Amesbury :3
more under cut !
big warning lore n backstory n stuff is very bare bones and not all the way there cuz im #lazy
birthday is vague but lets go with ~35 circa s2
if i had a nickel for every oc i had who had absent parents and was raised catholic by their grandparents, id have two nickels. unintentional that it happened twice i sorta forgor the other one's lore for a bit and now its stuck so ummmmm sorry laney. wont be going into childhood bc i havent come up w that yet and honestly i dont care to!!! yada yada yada catholic guilt but not in the chase way bc she hasnt left the church n likely never will
ummmm relationship chart + template
lets just quick go over some relationship highlights cuz some are def more important than others
wilson: mr president a 4th ex wife has hit the james wilson. when were they married? ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm 😁
but they were married for like. 3 years? YES it ended bc he cheated but nin also wasn't the best either her ass was literally never ever there she was ALWAYS at work (like more than normal doctor amounts of at work - only came home to sleep and even that was only 4x a week(also worked at a different hospital))
tw suicide for next part bee tee dub
a big part of the beginning of their relationship was (big surprise) wilson's attraction to what he THOUGHT was neediness but was literally just nin wanting (and trying) to kill herself lol. once the magic of all that went away (perceived independence thats rly just #bottling shit up) he was just kinda like oh :/ its not cool to have a mentally ill wife anymore :/ i was expecting ramona flowers :/ or whatever. so infidelity impact font, hijinks and moving away for [amount] years ensue before nin being hired at ppth as the head of pediatrics. brief fwb situation w wilson Again b4 she finds out shes a lesbian at the end of like. s2.
oh yeah she also tries to kill herself again once she figures it out (see catholic guilt mention) but its cool she lives
cuddy: GAAAAAYYYYY GAAAAYYYYYYY GAY!!!!! DR AMESBURY WANTS TO FUCK THIS WOMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! its one sided tho boooooo cuddys briefly like Wait ? just b4 nin moves away at the end of s6 roughly but shes already. thats done its not happening.
kutner: dont even fucking talk to me. i dont wanna talk about it. im gonna talk about it.
so kutner (like the slut that he is lowkey but society isnt ready for that) asks nin out just after he gets hired and shes like ermmmmmmmmmm! but sensing his loser aura she (still deeply closeted) is like hey haha i dont swing that way sorry !!!!!!! but its ok they become super mega best friends and get nerdy together
i like to think they listen to weird al together OH YEAH NINS THE BIGGEST WEIRD AL YANKOVIC FAN IN NEW JERSEY
and then nothing bad happens!
if youve seen this post about the little writing things kutner got after he croaked then hooray here's nanettes
they make me so fucking upset.
anyway as i stated above nin moves away after s6 for a bunch of reasons. 1) thanks obama 2) a big part of what contributed to her suicidal ideations n such was the fact that deep down she didnt ACTUALLY know what she wanted to do w her life. u may be like she doesnt. want to be a doctor ? NO she doesnt thats just what she did to get money to eventually do what she wants. whatever that is. something something feeling lost in life and unable to reach a goal when u dont even know what the goal is something something. also persistent depressive disorder but like spoon in kitchen.
idk what shes gonna end up doing after she moves but id imagine she shows up for house's funeral so i cant just be like lol nobody gets to know! im thinking painter but idk IDK guys her lore is ROUGH
thats it if u have questions ill answer thanks
#desire mona#media#listened to weird al the whole time making this shit#HEY like a surgeon#house md#james wilson#lisa cuddy#lawrence kutner#blows up procreate headquarters
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hi. i figured i would get less antagonistic answers Here vs on Reddit (where i was told to ask about this). i work at the Mart of Walls (iykyk) and we had a coach transfer from another department who is dead-set on firing people. i work on the front end, and run both registers and self-checkout depending on the day. when i work in SCO, i am supposed to be following the rule "greet, help, thank" which i have been doing quite well.
however, the new coach has decided that i'm not doing good enough at this, despite saying "hello" and "have a good day" to EVERY customer AT THE BARE MINIMUM. she tells me that my body language is unwelcoming, even though i am autistic and cannot help it, which i explained to her, but she doesn't care. she also accused me of being on my personal (non-work) phone, which i had used to check my schedule and text my dad about a ride to the doctor's office. team leads, coaches, and other associates use phones ALL THE TIME, but it's ONLY an issue if i do it. so she's basically accusing me of "just standing there looking at my phone" when i'm talking to people more than just about ANY associate who works in SCO. my team leads have said i'm one of the best workers they've ever had and say so proudly. the coach is quite literally the only one who has an issue with what i'm doing.
i felt like this was out of nowhere, and then i heard a rumor going around that the new coach wants a fresh, clean slate and wants to start mass-firing people. TWO of my team leads confirmed this, and i'm positive the other two would confirm it too if i got the chance to ask them. the coach is threatening their jobs too so they are also scared. so this is not ungrounded. i have solid testimony that this is, in fact, what is happening. everyone is scared.
i've worked here for a year and have overcome so many physical and mental obstacles to get to this point. my coworkers wrote a card for me and gave me cupcakes on my 1-year anniversary and they said ive improved more than anyone theyve ever seen. it sounds fake but i truly felt like i belong with these people and they don't bully me (minus ONE of the team leads) and we truly consider each other friends. i'm successful at my job, i'm very very good at it. i can't lose it now. on top of that, i'm going back to school to get into a medical field, and i own a house (yes. a house. my payments are like 700/month WITH bills bc of where i live) and i have a cat to take care of. i have so many expenses to deal with until i can finish my education, and i CANNOT lose my job now.
i reported this claim to the ethics department with a LENGTHY letter, PLEADING them to take a look at this because my job, and EVERY single one of my front-end coworker's jobs are being threatened. but my question is, finally, is there ANYTHING i can do about this? like, how to avoid getting fired, how to protect myself in the future if i AM fired, how to get the company to pay attention, how to put a stop to this in general?
any advice is appreciated i'm freaking out so bad lol
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I get suspended, but it’s not that bad.
The last time, when I set the toilet paper dispenser on fire, it was a lot more of a traumatising experience than this. Everyone was so concerned about me becoming an arsonist that I needed to spend several hours speaking to a child psychologist about my motivations, which I explained was boredom and a fascination with watching little pieces of one ply toilet paper burn. It was likely the most worrying thing possible that I could have said. Still, through long, tedious conversation and a thousand boring questions and hypothetical scenarios we determined by the end of the week that I am merely troublesome rather than a deliberate menace and threat to the safety of teachers and students.
This is the same personality trait that got me kicked out of the boy scouts at ten. I am a disruptive influence, and the therapist simply recommended more supervision, which I did not receive from my casually neglectful parents. At least I never set a toilet stall on fire again.
This week is more about watching TV and playing my PlayStation. I do not have to go to a psychologist to go to, just the hospital to get a trio of stitches in my head and checked for a concussion, which I don't have, and then I am back, melding to the couch, playing Grand Theft Auto IV until I am jittery and my eyes are so manic I feel like I have to manually blink them.
My mother is extremely kind to me, which is interesting. She panicked after I arrived at Trisha Bailey’s house to collect Ivy earlier than expected last Tuesday with blood pouring from a wound in my head and promptly fainted on the parquet floor in front of two eight year old girls. She had to leave work early to come and get me, and she barely even complained about it. She’s been treating me like I’m made of glass ever since, while I, in tandem, have been making an effort to play up my injuries and fake headaches as much as possible so that she is forced to make snacks for me when she’s home from work. This is a pretty good reason to develop something like Munchausen’s Syndrome, I think. I’m actually being mothered, though it's most likely that she's worried that my dying or having brain damage would mean she'll have to hire a full time nanny or bring in another au pair from France who'll lift individual diamonds from her tennis bracelet over a period of months like the last one did.
She even brushes my hair back and kisses my forehead at one point, which feels like it is crossing a line, and is so weird that I feel urged to make a joke about it. It pisses her off and she doesn’t come near me again for the rest of the day, but that’s fine. I wanted to be alone with the TV anyway.
One evening I go to Jen and Michelle’s, who both coo over me until I part my hair to show them my stitches, which they act disgusted by, but still, they make me snacks and coffee and tell me I am brave for standing up to Fitzy. I don’t deny it even if it’s not what I truly believe.
Evan joins us later and acts less disgusted by the gash in my head. He wants to know about Fitzy, who he thinks is a massive dickhead, and how badly I hurt him back. I exaggerate, but figure it’s okay because he is suspended too. It’s not like anybody will see him and call me a liar. I’ll tell them that the thumbnail scratch on his cheek was intentional and they will all believe me.
He and I go out onto the seafront and smoke together, far away from Jen, who is supposed to be off them but will beg for one if she smells them, and Michelle, the daughter of a medical doctor who shuns them and judges anyone who doesn’t.
“I kind of wish I’d seen the fight,” Evan is saying as we stroll along in the drizzle, and the end of his cigarette crackles and glows in the haze of the night, “Just to see Willy’s stupid face when you smacked it.”
“Yeah, I mean… he looked pissed off I guess. I don’t really remember, I was all adrenaline.”
“I’ve never been in a fight.”
“You don’t want to be. It’s horrible. I only did it because-” I break off and shrug, “Well, you know why, I suppose.”
I see him peering at me from the corner of my eye as I look over the bay, “Is she worth it?”
I sigh, “Yeah, sure. I don’t know. I think it’s complicated. I don’t regret it but I don’t know if she’d appreciate it either, like she might say that defending her like that is too intense.”
“Is that because you’re not properly together?”
“Yeah.”
“Hm. She should be grateful,” Evan says around a mouthful of smoke, and I don't respond.
“What’s she like?”
I don’t really know how to answer, “Um, she’s nice, she’s, like, sweet under this cool-girl exterior, and really smart.”
Evan laughs, “No, that’s not what I mean. I’m just asking, you know, since she’s supposedly pretty experienced and all that…I just was curious…”
“Oh,” I scratch my head, careful to avoid my stitches which itch almost constantly, “Are you, like, asking me what sex is like? I dunno, man, stick your finger in your mouth. It’s like that times a million.”
“Oh, c’mon, I’ve done it. Christ sake. I was just wondering if it ever gets better.”
I pause as I try to determine whether he’s really trying to have a heart to heart with me or if I'm just picking him up wrong. Either way it's a bit awkward, and I don’t know what to say other than, “Yeah, man, I mean, I don’t know what your situation is or anything but it gets a lot better,” I flick my cigarette onto the path and immediately start pulling another out of the packet. Not that I usually smoke more than one at a time, it’s just I am hoping my fumbling around will interrupt this conversation.
It doesn’t.
“Michelle is pretty shy, you know, during,” He admits, and my face burns. I really do not want to think about them that way.
“Most girls are shy. We’re still pretty young.”
“Yeah but, I dunno, it bothers me a bit, and then I see guys like you and girls like Alison and I think that you must have it all figured out. Do you know what I mean?”
“We don’t really, we’re all just kind of muddling our way through.”
“Yeah, but you must have- I mean, you always have a girlfriend.”
I’m surprised he even paid that much attention to me, “Yeah, most of the girls I’ve gone out with never wanted to do anything more than kiss.”
His eyebrows vanish under his fringe, “Really?”
“Yeah, they’re mostly not ready for anything else. It’s fine, I’m okay with it because it’s just part of how it goes. I just focus on how lucky I feel when someone does want to… let me.”
“Like Alison.”
“Yeah.”
“I think everything kind of makes sense now,” he smirks, eyes flicking to my head wound, and I’m certain that whatever he is thinking about me now, my motives and my reasoning for fighting my friend in the changing rooms, he is most likely wrong.
“Look,” I stop walking and wave my cigarette around vaguely, “you guys will figure it out, huh? I don’t know what to tell you about it. She really seems to like you, so,”
“Yeah,” he says glumly, “I like her too, it’s just that I wish some things were better. Like, she’s barely allowed to come out at night and hang out.”
“Yeah, I suppose that's because her parents are strict.”
“Right! Her mam always gets so annoyed about her being out too late, and then it’s a big drama, and Shell wants to talk about how annoyed she is, and I’m like, why does your mam even care about what you do? You know what I’m saying?”
“Yeah, I get it. It’d be nice if it were different, but,” I shrug, “You know it’s not for nothing, right? Like, I hate to be the guy that defends someone’s strict parents or whatever, but if they’re not strict on Michelle then they can’t be strict on Jen, and if they’re not strict on Jen, well,” I exhale a lungful of smoke, “You know how it is.”
“It’s annoying though.”
“You’ll have to learn to enjoy Michelle in the light of day, and if you stay together until college then you can do whatever you like.”
“College?” He echoes, pulling a face as though the suggestion of waiting that long is ludicrous and unfathomable, but college doesn’t seem so far away for me. I’m counting down. Fifteen months until we are finished school, I will have one last long, empty summer and then I will leave, I’ll vanish into thin air leaving behind nothing but the shadow of a boy, an imprint on a couch cushion, an unmade bed and a cereal bowl in the sink.
I already have September 2010 circled in bold red marker on a calendar with arrows and asterixis all around it because that's it, freedom. That’s when I will get on a plane and go somewhere far from here and never speak to anybody from this town again. Jen and Ivy and a select few others are the only ones who will know my whereabouts. College, to me, has been aspirational before I was even a teenager.
Evan hasn’t even thought that far ahead.
“You can probably stick it out until then,” I say flatly, “If you’re in love or whatever.”
“Uh, yeah totally, I think we are. I think we’re good together, so I can probably just learn to deal with it.”
“It's worth it,” I don’t know why it would be hard anyway. Evan is so lucky. If I was in his position and had a girl who loved me like Michelle apparently loves him I don’t think any sacrifice would be too much. I'd be on top of the world. I only get to see her during the day? Wow, how lucky I’d feel just to be able to do just that. Eighteen months until we have the freedom to do whatever we like with our time together? What’s eighteen months? If it was real love with someone then I’d happily wait years. Maybe Evan is just a bit stupid or something.
I drop a hand onto his shoulder, forgetting that sudden movements shock him, and he leaps about a meter in the air. I clear my throat as he gathers himself again. “You’ll figure it out.” I say.
He wants to go back to Michelle’s house where it’s warm and dry, but I’d rather take a walk by the sea for a while. Several days of being cooped up inside have made me feel all soft and cosy, which Doherty would probably say isn’t a good way to feel. He’d want me to take a bracing dip in the sea or run fifteen kilometres in the driving rain just to feel life pumping through my veins on a day like this. Thinking of his big bald head and angry face prompts me to flick my half smoked cigarette away and leave it smouldering in the cycle path.
I should stop doing unhealthy things.
I take out my phone and text Alison.
Are you around?
I’m at home
Want company?
ok come over
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#lucky boy 2009#tell me who put their finger in their mouth during this chapter lmaoooo#tw: injury#ch: Colette#ch: Evan#ch: Jen#ch: Michelle
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Death Is Not the End
Summary: Lexa is an Angel of Death tasked with helping the spirits seamlessly move on. Clarke is a doctor who has fought her whole adult life to keep Death at bay, and now she’s the one whose days are numbered. It would suck if those two were to fall in love, wouldn’t it?
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“Damn it. Time of death: 22:16.”
Clarke throws her gloves onto the floor and lets out a strangled cry of frustration. Her staff gives her a wide berth, well accustomed to her intense reaction every time a patient under her care dies.
“It wasn’t your fault,” Lexa whispers even though she knows the distraught woman can’t hear her. “You did your best.”
Dr. Clarke Griffin, MD, FACS, and Head of the Emergency Department of Arkadia General, has saved more gray cases than Lexa has ever seen another doctor do. She’s excellent at her job and, despite having worked for years in the ER, refuses to bow to Death. She fights for every single patient no matter the state they arrive in.
But Atom Ward wasn’t a gray case. He was brought to the hospital with a barely visible aura and a large gash to his throat that let out blood faster than the IV could replenish it. His time was up, and Clarke had fought a lost battle from the start.
Even he seemed to have accepted it. His spirit severs the connection with his body without Lexa needing to intervene, and he moves on by himself.
Not that Lexa stuck around for him. It has become a habit at this point to hover in the background whenever Clarke deals with a tough case. She’s not the one Lexa is meant to help let go, yet she hopes her invisible presence can alleviate some of Clarke’s pain whenever things don’t go the way she wishes them to.
“I can talk to his family if you want.”
Lexa jerks aside as Wells Jaha, the cardio attending, passes through her to approach Clarke. After decades spent in the narrow corridors and overcrowded rooms of various hospitals, she should be used to mortals moving through her immaterial form. Alas, as with the pungent smell of bleach inseparable from the white walls she often occupies, she has yet to ignore her disgust.
Clarke shakes her head, her brows stubbornly furrowed. She won’t cry. Not in front of her coworkers or when she tells Atom’s parents the worst news of their lives. She will hold it inside until she can find a quiet spot—the stairs or her office—and allow herself to crumble for a minute. Lexa has witnessed the scene a few times. Perhaps that’s why she feels this irrepressible need to shadow Clarke.
“I will do it,” Clarke replies, and Wells doesn’t press the matter.
Lexa is distracted from the scene by the call from an angry spirit one floor below. He doesn’t understand what happened to him and wants to linger. She’s down to her knees through the floor when she senses another Angel of Death’s presence below. They will take care of the issue and help the spirit accept his new reality.
Lexa floats back up into the room. She shouldn’t go with Clarke. There’s no need for her in the waiting area, and the hospital is full of dying people who might require her aid.
“Good luck,” she whispers in Clarke’s direction before freezing.
With the agitation caused by Atom’s arrival and the doctors’ attempts to save him, Lexa was distracted. She was supposed to focus on him. But now that he’s gone, all she can see is Clarke’s fading aura, slowly turning from its usual indigo to a washed-out sky blue.
Lexa has been an Angel of Death for over a millennium. She knows what fading auras mean—they call to her and her fellows. It’s not fair, but then, Death rarely is.
With a heavy heart, she watches as Clarke leaves the room, unaware of how numbered her days are, and sighs. “I will see you soon.”
#Clexaweek24#Clexa#Lexa#Clarke Griffin#Death is not the end#Angel of death Lexa#Dying Clarke#snippet
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ive been having trouble finding a k clinic that takes my insurance but the one ive found nearby is the most insane doctors office ive ever been to
i show up on halloween. everybody there is in costume (fine). theres a dog on the floor next to the exam rooms (bizarre) also wearing a costume. the exam room is cluttered to fuck with random boxes and medical equipment. i wait about an hour to actually talk to a doctor and hes in a fucking. deliriously racist witch doctor costume and looks like he hasnt shaved in 5 days
he also looked like he was kind of drunk?? he was like slurring and barely managing to retain info that i just said to him long enough to type it into a computer. (the password is 1234 btw. if youre curious)
i got slapped on the leg multiple times and told shit like "right on brother. i feel your fuckin pain man". he was having a really good time sexing up all my various ssri issues so that they would sound good to my insurance. and just so u know i had in fact figured out this guy was running a pill mill like 2 paragraphs ago
the nurse who came in to see me to talk to me about the treatment didnt seem to know very much about it bc she just gave me a pamphlet and told me if i had any questions i could just google it and "see what people say"
this makes hey sound kind of mean but she wasnt. she was actually very nice and seemed to be very empathetic about how hard depression is but she also told me about how shes seen people talk to their dead relatives before when theyve administered it and "it brought them so much peace" so whos to say if shes good or bad
theres also a bottle of bourbon on the counter in another exam room. next to a mini shrine of john wayne. i found this out today bc i did go back but after waiting the exact length of time it would have taken me to drive to the other nearest clinic and back (2 hrs. btw) i left and i think im good. on all of that. No thank u
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hi i have a bit of an odd question and im so sorry if it comes off as rude at all!
ive seen a lot of your posts about canes, i have hEDS and chronic pain and im trying to convice my mom and my doctor to let me have a mobility aid. my mom is very adamant that i dont need a cane because i dont have balance issues, but my knees and ankles are pretty much always aching. i was just wondering if you think a cane would help with chronic pain or if i should look into other aids?
Canes can help chronic pain, they are not guaranteed to help you specifically
You can get a cane for ~$30 at most stores and try it out
A physical therapist and/or a specialist in rheum will most likely know more than your PCP about your specific pain and situation
Parents often don't want to admit their kids have health problems
I wish you luck
I won't be answering any more asks about mobility aids.
This is nothing about you specifically, you were not rude, I just get a lot of questions like this in my inbox. It becomes draining to get so many asks with people's personal vents about their medical issues or religious trauma or the homophobic situations they're living in.
While I would love if I could help people, I am not a doctor. I am not a therapist, I am not a social worker. I'm just a random artist on the internet who has EDS and is barely getting by myself.
I prefer to keep my blog about my art and about my work, not about my disability. It is relevant to my work, of course, and discussing my conditions in vague terms in how they relate to themes present in my work is more than okay, but I prefer this space to be dedicated to my work and getting to engage with my readers through my stories.
Personal information about my pain, my medications, my tests my doctors and my trauma are not things I want to make public.
Thank you for understanding.
#cane stuff#asks#anon#I think this might actually be the second time I've said I won't answer asks about mobility aids#but this time I'm gonna put it in my fucking description or something#I dont wanna hear about the character you're writing and whether or not I think it's ableist#I'm not the arbiter of ableism#I'm not someone who can help you out of a situation where your dad won't stop screaming at you#I can't help you#and it is so so so hard to have people come to me and just dump their pain on me#I cant help you!#I just have to read your messages and SIT with them!!!#KNOWING I can't help you!!!#I cant teach you to use a cane I can't hold your hand through your breakups#I'm sorry#I'm so sorry but I can not help you#and to help myself I have to put up a hard line and commit that it is absolutely not my responsibility#it is not fair to come into my inbox#and dump on me#like!#idk!#idk.
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Round 1
Propaganda why Frasier Crane is insufferable:
"He is snooty and annoying. Kinda the point of him but still"
"hes pretentious in the smuggest most annoying ways possible, he talks to everyone he interacts with like theyre morons and not worth his time. ive barely been able to make it through the few episodes ive seen bc he bugs me so much. during cheers he pretended that his dad was dead because he was embarrassed to tell people his dad was a homicide detective instead of some kind of doctor or professor (Smart Person profession) like huh? you could have just said you arent in contact but now you have to commit to acting like hes dead bc you need everyone to think youre the smartest man from the smartest family in the world"
"He once went out with a lawyer who got him off the hook with a much, *much* scarier lawyer, and then complained when the bill was too high"
Propaganda why Makoto Itou is insufferable:
"He's a coward who's only into his girlfriend for sex and abandon her the second he can get sex any where. He doesn't care who it is, he'll have sex with anyone without caring about anything but his pleasure "
"I hate him and it makes me sick and I wish so much that they would have killed him when he just betrayed Kotonoha. so at least he wouldn't have taken advantage of all his classmates"
"In the anime, he's a manwhore who cheats on his girlfriend with multiple other women.
In the VN he's even worse. At least in the anime you get a sense of agency (that is, his desire to get his dick wet). In the VN, he's just really fucking indecisive no matter what decisions you make. Like "Do I really wanna date Kotonoha?" "Was it really such a good idea to date Sekai instead?" Shut the fuck up and either pick a girl or just. Stop dating. That solves all of your problems regardless of medium."
#frasier crane#frasier#makoto itou#school days#insufferable protagonist poll#insufferable protagonist tournament
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Souled Out
Fem Reader x Demon!Eustass Kid
CW: Blood, religious tones, original creation myth, ritual, violence, dubious consent, 18+
Chapter 6: Soul Doctor
“I didn’t ask you to explain what’s wrong, I told you to fix her!” Eustass’ voice cuts through the fog in your mind, and you turn toward it as you groan. You’re sore, in a dull throbbing kind of pain, which was as much a foreign feeling as the pleasure he had managed to push into you before.
The last thing you could remember clearly was making breakfast for the screamer, but nothing after that was coming to you. At least not with the demon roaring in the next room. Whoever he was yelling at seemed to be taking it all in stride, you could hear the tones of an even and unbothered voice, but you couldn’t hear the second voice nearly as clear as Eustass’.
You rolled off the bed you were on, feeling a few brief sharp pains before you landed on the floor with a muffled grunt. As soon as you hit the floor alarms started going on, but you barely heard them over the sound of a couple stands falling over. Looking around you realize you had been in a hospital style bed, and you must’ve pulled some IVs and sensors off as you rolled out of the bed.
The door bursts open and a man – demon? – just a little shorter than Eustass steps inside. His skin seems marked with tattoos, but the throbbing pain in your body is making it hard to focus on details.
“Get her back on the bed, Eustass-ya.” He says gruffly, walking around you, pushing buttons and silencing alarms.
“C’mon contractor.” Eustass says, scooping you up off the floor like you weighed nothing. “Why’d you roll out of the bed like that?”
“Heard you,” you say thickly. You reach out for him and grab his wrist weakly as the other man grabs your other hand and puts the IV back in. “Was trying to go and ask… what was going on.” You close your eyes against the ache and look over at the other man.
His horns weren’t as obvious as Eustass’, but they were there now that you could focus on him a little. He looked exhausted and irritated, but you were certain the irritation was your fault. He was covered in tattoos, you hadn’t seen incorrectly earlier, but the symbols looked familiar.
“Glyphs.” You say it and then another pain throbs through you. “Fuck, Eustass why do I hurt?”
“You shook the screamer’s hand and it exploded.” His explanation barely makes sense to you, but you don’t imagine he has a reason to lie. “I… I don’t know exactly what happened, but you’ve got more soul in you now.”
“It has to be more of her own soul.” The other man states. From the tone of his voice it’s obviously been part of their earlier argument. “If she’d been sucking pieces of soul from people this time with such a brief touch she would’ve exploded before she summoned you.”
“What are the chances though?” Eustass questions. His voice is less loud now than it was out in the hall. “My second day here and we come across someone at the mall with a piece of her soul? Someone who decides to be my piece of ass? The fuckin’ statistics on that.”
“You were at the mall for hours.”
“We were in the food court for twenty minutes.”
“It makes sense if the person who stole my soul is watching me.” You say, pushing Eustass back weakly before you lean over the side of the bed and hurl.
“… How much pain are you in?” The other demon questions.
“She hasn’t felt pain or pleasure in twenty years, I don’t think she can answer that.”
“Enough I would like it to stop.” You answer, laying back on the bed. You could feel the sweat slipping over your body from the pain. It was an odd relief, to be able to focus on the numerous little shifts of beads of sweat vs feeling nothing but pain.
“What’s it feel like, and where is it the worst?”
“Searing. Rippling. Throbbing. Ah, um… where, where… it keeps shifting.” You answer.
“Eustass-ya, clean that up.” The other demon says as he pulls a mask out of thin air, fixing it over his face.
“Clean what -.” Eustass looks down at your tossed meal. “Oh fuckin’ no way.”
“You want me to slip trying to stabilize your precious contractor?”
“… Fuck. FUCK!”
“Sorry.” You say as he snatches a roll of paper towels from nearby.
“Don’t you say a goddamned word.” Eustass snaps, already getting things cleaned up. “Law you cunt, you could’ve cleaned this up easy.”
“Yeah, probably.” Law answers, scalpel in hand.
“Wait, what are you doing?” You question, feeling your body tense at the figuring looming over you. The mask over his face makes him look like a bug or a fish. His eyes are magnified and too big for the rest of his face. The lenses seem to shift and focus randomly, layers of different lenses clicking in and out of place with no apparent motion on the demon’s part.
“Stabilizing your soul.”
“With a knife.” You point out, reflexively starting to move off the bed.
“Calm down (Y/N), he’s good at his craft.” Eustass says, putting a hand on your shoulder.
“And his craft is?”
“He’s a surgeon.”
“With a knife.”
“You’re a little overly focused on that.” Eustass says, pushing you onto the bed.
“This isn’t an operating room.” You insist and grab Eustass’ arm in surprise as the scalpel and the surgeon’s hand disappear into your stomach. “WHAT THE FUCK.”
“That’s the most emotion I’ve heard from you since I got here.” Eustass muses, holding you in place as Law continues to work. “Look at me contractor.”
Something in Eustass’ tone pulls your gaze away from the impossible actions of the surgeon and you meet his gaze. He doesn’t say anything else, but his eyes hold onto yours and you can feel your body still. You aren’t relaxed, the pain isn’t less, but you can’t move. It almost feels like fear that holds you in place, except you don’t feel afraid, and you don’t know that you would ever fear Eustass, but no other word comes to mind.
“What?” You start to ask, but there’s a strange sensation inside you and your senses flood for a second. You can’t see, hear, or feel anything, and it’s nothing but static and bright white light. It fades almost as quickly as it overtook you, and when you can see and hear again you realize there was another odd explosion.
You and the bed were fine, but Eustass was out in the hall, standing up from the door that had crumpled under him. Smoke was coming off of him and his black scales were receding as he got to his feet. The doctor was pulling himself from the wall on the other side of you, shoving a ruined piece of medical equipment out of the way. The mask was broken, and scales were receding from what you could see of him as well.
“What in the fuck was that?” Eustass growls, shaking off bits of plaster and dust. “Are you alright contractor?”
“I think so.”
“Your contractor has quite the soul.” Law says, tossing the broken mask aside and coming over to your side. His eyes shift, like you had seen Eustass’ do before, and there’s a strangely uncomfortable feeling washing over you as he peers at you. “She -.”
He stops, eyes wide, and looks over at Eustass. “Have you looked?”
“Yeah. It’s clean.” Eustass says, his eyes shifting as well. You cover your face with your hands, it’s too unsettling to have both of them looking at you like this. “It’s… wait.”
“Indeed.” The doctor replies.
“If someone would be so kind as to clarify.” You prompt, hands still over your closed eyes.
“It wasn’t your soul.” Eustass answers.
“Huh?” You move your hands away to look at him.
“There’s two colors in there.” He says, eyes changing back to normal. “Both clean. That’s not Gilda’s soul either.”
“Gilda?” Law questions.
“The screamer.” You and Eustass answer at the same time, and nearly the same tone.
“Mm. One of the meanings behind that name is sacrifice.” He says flatly, letting the implication settle. “I wonder what the statistics are on that.”
“Are you two saying I have two souls in me now?” You question as the pain subsides. “I thought that was impossible.”
“Without a contract, yeah.” Eustass grumbles. “And no one should be able to force a soul onto another.”
“Unless they attuned it.” Law replies.
Eustass looks up at him like a lightbulb went off in his head and he’s not happy about it. The shift in the mood and tension in the air doesn’t go unnoticed by you.
“What’s-.”
“Get some rest contractor.” Eustass growls.
“Like hell, what’s – going on… you… ass.” The wave of sleepiness that washes over you isn’t natural, and you muster enough energy to flip him off before you passed out.
. . . . . .
You wake up annoyed, looking at an unfamiliar ceiling for a moment before you look around. It’s a different medical style room, so however long you were out, you’re still at the demon surgeon’s place. You’re not hooked up to any monitors or IVs, and you’re covered in three or four thin blankets. It’s comfy, you give them both points for it, but you’re irritated.
You pause halfway out of the bed before you realize it.
Annoyed. Irritated.
They’re small, but they’re there.
Reaching out you run your hand over the blankets on the bed. There’s a little more sense than just pressure or resistance. You can’t feel it if you touch them too lightly, but you can almost distinguish between the smooth sheets and the coarser blankets. Some part of you wants to cry from it, but you don’t seem to have enough in you to manage tears.
Whatever the ups and downs of this whole soul business turned out to be, you were relieved to be able to feel things. However muted it happened to be.
Opening the door to the room you nearly run into Eustass. He has a tray with food on it and a cup in his hand with some sort of hot liquid in it. Smells like coffee.
“In there or out here, but you need ta eat.” He says, holding the cup out to you.
Taking the cup you glare up at him, much as you can. “I’m not happy.”
“Contractor, you haven’t been happy for two decades,” he points out as he walks down the hall back toward a place you can supposedly sit and eat. “But you needed to rest.”
“Don’t do that again.”
He snorts. “Fuck, I’m not making a promise like that.” He steps aside and lets you walk over to a table before he sets the tray of food down. “You had surgery. Mortals sleep after surgery.”
“You did it to keep from explaining-.”
“Not even a little.” He interrupts, sitting across from you. “Eat.”
You begin eating, and after you’ve had a few bites Eustass starts talking.
“People like me can attune to souls,” he begins to explain. “Usually, the easiest way to do this is with a contract. That’s the ‘follow the rules’ way of doing it, but before there were rules it was just something that was done. Far as the freak doc and I can figure someone attuned to your soul and then forced other souls to attune to it. After that it gets weird.”
“We passed weird,” you say, swallowing your food before you continue. “When he put his hand in my stomach.”
Eustass rolls his eyes a little but nods a bit in agreement. “Fair. Look, most of this is just speculation, but if we assume the person who stole your soul is watching you, and sent Gilda in your direction, then the point was to put that piece of soul in you.” Eustass cracks his neck, his tail whipping around in irritation. “Gilda wasn’t a homunculus, but her hand might have been.”
“Homunculus?”
“Yeah, fuck, look, there’s a dozen legends about them as a concept, but think of it as an artificial human. Soul jars with a sense of self, but no real humanity or autonomy.” He explains.
“And… you can just make a part? Like a hand?”
He shakes his head. “You can make one with spare hands,” he admits. “If you wanted to bother.”
You start to ask a question and stop, and then push your food away. “Wait, sorry, are you implying someone created a living creature, chopped it into pieces, put souls in those pieces and attached them to possibly random humans, and if I touch them, they’ll explode and die?”
“…That is one possibility, yeah.” He admits. He doesn’t say anything and for a long moment you’re both quiet.
“… I don’t know how to react.”
“I doubt you’d know how to react even if you had all your emotions, contractor.” He says, pushing the tray of food back in front of you. “Eat.”
You go back to eating, continuing until the plate is cleared of food. “What are the other possibilities?”
“Variations of the basic idea.” He nearly growls. “We just can’t sort out why.”
“Am I stable?”
“So far.”
You look around the room. Eustass is a ball of irritation and anger. You can feel it rolling off him like pulses of lightning. His tail is twitching and his knees are practically bouncing against the table. He looks like he wants to level the city to blow off the steam inside him.
“Eustass?”
“Yeah?”
“How does someone attune to a soul?”
#Souled Out#eustass kid#x reader#eustass kid x reader#supernatural au#one piece fanfiction#reader insert
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TILL DEATH DO US PART (3) • C.STURNIOLO
parts: 1 / 2
warnings: swearing, panic attack
authors note: okay guys i’m actually back this time (probably not icl) buttt enjoy this chapter and if there’s anything u think i can improve comment ❤️
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after the party the next few days were awkward, every morning me and chris would sit in silence not daring to even glance at ecahother. it was hell. i couldnt even go to my locker without feeling his presence around me, before it was tolerable, now i couldnt handle it.
Ivy didnt remeber what happened at the party because she was so drunk that she ended up throwing all night. the next morning i didnt say anything about what had happened between me and chris because it was nothing, just a stupid dare. he probably doesnt even remember it and im just being weird about it. everytime i see him i want to pounce on his lips and finish what we started rushing to the bathroom and he...
"hellooo earth to y/n" ivy said snapping me out of my thoughts, "are you okay youve been zoning out alot recently."
no. "yeah im fine ive just been really tired"
"well you better get some energy in you, the big hockey games tonight and since you decided to become cheer captain you have to be there" she said rolling her eyes. "i mean its not too bad most of the players are hot and i can just sit back and watch" "i dont understand why the cheerleaders have to go, its not like we're gonna put on some skates and cheer on the ice, its so stupid" i groan rubbing my hand over my face.
we talked for a bit longer before the bell went and then began heading to class. ivy was in a different class so i was walking by myself when some girl bumps into me and as she does she whispers "slut". i turned around to see who it was but it was too crowded. i decided to just ignore it and keep walking, some people smiling at me and some looking and whispering. this was normal to me but today it felt like there was less smiling and more whispering.
my chest began to hurt as i got more and more anxious. what were they saying? why was everyone looking at me? all of a sudden i was aware of every small noise and how many people were around me. i rushed to the double doors at the end off the hallway, they seemed so far away but i knew they were closer than they looked, i pushed the doors open and rushed around the corner. i felt the sting at the back of my eyes and squeezed them tight. most of the time when this happens i could just do some deep breathes and be fine but this time it wasnt working. i leaned agaisnt the wall as my chest kept getting tighter and tighter. as much as i tried to hold the tears back they began to fall and my legs began to shake, i leaned against the wall sliding down it and placing my knees up to my chest. your so pathetic, why am i like this? so many thoughts zoomed throught my mind i couldnt focus on anything. at this point i could barely breathe, my crying not helping in any way shape or form.
i heard footsteps and assumed it was a teacher going on their lunch, i put my head down to embarrased to even see who it was.
just fucking breathe. i tried to tell myself getting more frustrated. ive had anxiety since i was a kid i should be able to help myself in these situations but every doctor or therapist ive seen tells me the same thing, "count your fingers and take deep breaths." clearly they dont understand that its not that easy.
the footsteps got louder as they came round the corner, getting closer to me.
this is so fucking embarrassing i think to myself, pulling my legs closer to me praying that the person walking doesn’t see me. my breathing getting worse as i feel my chest get so tight it feels like someone is squeezing my lungs.
my mind is racing as i try to calm myself down but it isn’t working.
your pathetic.
just give up and let yourself suffocate.
you deserve it.
“are you okay?” someone says holding onto my arm. even tho there close to me it feels as though they are a mile away. i try to swat them off me, lifting my head up to see who it was but my tears are blocking my vision. i try to speak but no word come out, i put my head back down but they lift it back up holding my chin grabbing my hand and putting it on their chest.
“copy my breaths, your okay” their chest starts rising and falling and i try and copy their movements but it isn’t working “it-it’s not working” i stutter out squeezing my eyes shut as if it would make me disappear.
“it is just keep copying me, your fine i’m here it’s just me okay no one else” i nod slowly calming down.
my breathing goes back to almost normal and i don’t feel like i’m going to die anymore. “thank you” i say barely above a whisper.
“it’s okay you don’t have to thank me” they say moving to sit next to me. “my friend has panic attacks all the time so i know what to do, i’ve never had one myself but they always look scary.” they explain just looking down at me as i look at the floor embarrassed.
i look up and see a boy with blonde hair and green eyes, i recognise him but i don’t know him. “you don’t even know me and you helped me i think i can thank you” i say staring at him trying to remeber where i’ve seen him before.
he stands up. “you really don’t have to” he begins starting to walk away “your gonna be late for class”
“wait what’s your name?” i ask him watching him walk away
“gabe”
“bye gabe i’ll see you around.”
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i don’t know how i feel about this part but it’s kinda a filler it’ll make sense later
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Back to you | TsuShibaRoki (part3)
Prompts: DAY 13 - “you weren’t supposed to get hurt” @febuwhump Characters: Tsuji x Shibaman x Todoroki Fandom: High and Low Summary: The hospital and feeling of guilt
A/n for prompts: Hello guys! This is my first time trying a prompt challenge. I hope you like the short fics I wrote. I will finish them by writing some of the requests I have. I love you 💜
Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...
Thank you and love you 🥰
Warnings: mention of fights, mention of fights and injuries, mention of violence
Part1 part2
Todoroki hated hospitals. He was a weak child, so he often spent time in the hospital. But as he grew older, he realized how much he hated them.
But today, he wanted to thank everyone at the hospital. He wanted to thank everyone for saving his ‘friends’.
He didn't know how he ran through the hospital door when he got out of the taxi. He was tired, his lungs hurt as he tried to breathe. He quickly ran to the elevators when he asked the desk clerk about his friends and learned that they were on the 3rd Floor. He couldn't wait for the elevator to arrive. After climbing the stairs two or three at a time, he saw the room he was looking for right across the stairs.
He was afraid to go in, but he went in without thinking. There was a nurse and a doctor in the room. They looked at him in surprise when he suddenly entered.
“I… they… they are my friends.”
He could barely form a sentence. The doctor nodded with a warm smile and pointed to the two on the beds.
“You have strong but stupid friends. It could have been much worse.”
Much worse? Todoroki was sure they were bad enough right now. He didn't even want to think further. He swallowed hard.
The doctor smiled at him and patted his shoulder.
“The one with long hair may sleep for a while, but they are both fine.”
Tsuji? He looked at Tsuji with fear. He was sleeping. He had an IV in his arm and band-aids on his face.
In the other bed there was Shiba. He was awake. He was looking at him silently.
Todoroki didn't even notice when the doctor came out. His feet wanted to go back. He didn't know what to say. He looked at Shibaman. He had a guilty expression. Wasn't Todoroki the one who should feel guilty?
"I’m sorry." Shiba whispered. Only two words came out of his lips. Todoroki looked at him in shock. He frowned and got angry.
“Are you sorry? I'm the one who should apologize. You guys… Because of me-“
“No,” Shiba countered. “It wasn't because of you. If we were stronger..."
Todoroki felt a pain in his heart again. He was the only one at fault here. But Shibaman was apologizing. His eyes filled with tears and he didn't try to wipe them away.
“You weren’t supposed to get hurt.They were looking for me. You got hurt because of me. Look at Tsuji! I'm the one who should apologize!”
The young boy's voice was trembling as he spoke. Shibaman had never seen him like this. He was also surprised. But he knew how terrible the feeling of guilt was.
So he wanted to comfort him. But he didn't know what to say.
Todoroki, on the other hand, wasn't upset because of his feelings of guilt. This was also a reason, but it was not the main reason. The pain in Todoroki's chest was caused by fear. He was terrified, he was afraid of losing them.
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TsuShibaRoki special tag: @sollattes @tiredlittlewriter
#febuwhumpday13#febuwhump#febuwhump 2024#high and low#high&low#high and low fic#hnl#high and low the worst#high and low the worst x#oya high#oyakoh#oya high school#tsushibaroki#tsuji hnl#tsuji high and low#high and low todoroki#yosuke todoroki#todoroki yosuke#todoroki hcs#todoroki yosuke fic#todoroki x tsuji x shibaman#shibaman hnl#high and low shibaman
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