#so my immune system is really doing the Most rn

[quarantineddreamer]

Where is my trophy for being very brave (and stubborn) and advocating for myself at my doctor’s appointment 🥺

(If you’ve done this I’m handing you a trophy rn btw 🏆 Careful its weight directly correlates with how proud I am of you—which is: very very)

[hooved]

i know everyone's told me to rest because i'm sick but i just can't. it doesn't feel right. i need to do everything i can rn because i'm scared that any second we'll be told to get out NOW

[jesterwriting]

(for that timeloop post,, uhm this relates to the whole body horror thing ((not too much just a brief mention)) so if rn u don't wanna see that SCROLL AWAY!!! OR DELETE ME!! OK disclaimer ends here)

oh man but what if Law did say room anyway and there were impossible scars on your insides... like littered everywhere, they're not fresh but old, almost phantoms that make no sense, because if they were real you would've died. how would he react to that? maybe not when he noticed them crying but after weeks or months, dunno, where they keep skipping his more thorough check-ups (where he uses his devil fruit) since they're anxious about the pains? and think that somehow there are signs of their previous deaths and the mention of them makes it hurt more and more and they just can't do it. but they can't bring themselves to say it because who could possibly believe them? if Law doesn't, it would just feel even worse, won't it? even if they understand his point of view. maybe they even die in front of him and it gets harder to just hold all of that in,,, oh boy. if you think about continuing your oneshot i'll eat it like a starving animal!

pairing: law x gn!reader

contents: slight body horror, slight gore, timeloops, suicide done to restart the loop, hurt/comfort, happy ending,

word count: 1.6k words

note: OHHHHH I LOVED THIS IDEA OH MY GOD. absolutely so smart. anon your mind is huge and i had so much fun doing this request. <33 i really hope you enjoy :33

playlist: caribou - tanya tagaq

a sister fic to this

This had never happened before. You had experienced hundreds of loops, maybe even thousands, and this was the first time Law saw fit to scan you with his Devil Fruit.

Maybe you were getting sloppy. You had a strong immune system so you never got sick, and the first time Law scanned you for your general checkup upon joining the crew, there was nothing of note. You wondered what changed, as if you hadn’t died more times since you joined his crew than you had in your entire life. Maybe it was because the more you suffered, the more reckless you became, throwing yourself into the fray with little regard for yourself. You could take a bullet for your crewmates, so you would. It was as simple as that.

There was a first time for everything, you supposed. A first death, a first breath, a first kill; there were uncountable firsts that one could experience, and you had experienced most of them.

Not this one, though.

You had tried to avoid it for as long as possible. Your captain was a man who carried burdens, ones almost as heavy as the ones on your shoulders. If he knew how many times he failed you — or how many times you failed him — you knew he would take all the blame for himself. As if you hadn’t been the one lying, and fighting, and dying over the course of countless lifetimes.

Law blinked a few times before his brows furrowed and his eyes narrowed. You fidgeted under his stare. If his reaction was anything to go by, he found something horribly wrong with you. While you had experienced slow deaths before, you had never experienced what it felt like to waste away from disease. Maybe you’d find out this loop, you thought, trying to feel nonchalant about the idea and not like you were about to throw up.

“Um. What’s wrong,” You tried.

Law shushed you, the blue glow from his room still surrounding you. You bit your tongue, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt to try and take your mind off of whatever he could have found.

“This can’t be right,” He muttered, one hand cradling his chin. He pointed to your chest. “There’s a scar inside of you, it looks like a puncture wound through your lungs. When did that happen?”

Three loops ago when you fell off a building and onto some rebar. That was a particularly awful death. The last thing you remembered before everything went black was Law’s panicked expression as he tried to put you back together again. There was terror in his eyes. You tried not to think about that part.

“And here,” Law continued, pointing to your abdomen. “There’s a scar running across the length of your stomach. It almost looks as if you were previously disemboweled.”

You had been. Multiple times. It was a common and very disturbing loop ender that you tried to avoid if you could. Watching your organs fall out of you in a steaming heap was never something you liked to experience, but for some reason, your opponents kept aiming for the gut. You wished they’d aim for the heart or the head more often. At least then it’d be quick.

He didn’t stop there, jaw falling open when he stared directly where your heart was. “When were you stabbed, Y/N-ya, this looks recent.” Law blinked a few times before realization dawned on his features. His eyes shot to your face, expression going from open to unreadable in seconds. “How did you survive without my intervention?”

Your mouth was dry. How were you supposed to respond? There was no way you could tell him that you had died on his watch more times than you could count. Law didn’t deserve that. Your captain was a good man, one you loved admired far too much to allow this to weigh him down. He would take your failures to heart, completely discounting the amount of times that he had saved you from having to start anew.

You must have been quiet for too long because Law was speaking again. “Answer me.”

“It’s from a long time ago,” You said.

That was a lie. It was from the previous loop. A quick death by your own hand over the cold corpse of your captain. If Law didn’t survive, there was no point in continuing, and if there was one thing you had grown accustomed to, it was taking your own life after one loss too many. You knew how to make it quick, no suffering. So with a precise hand, you drove your knife into your chest and let the timeline begin anew.

When you saw Law again, whole and alive, you vomited. You were under the impression that he believed that you simply ate some bad seafood, but from the concern that was slowly etching its way onto his features, you weren’t so sure of that now.

“Don’t lie to me.” Law’s eyes flashed, barely contained frustration needling at the corners of him. “None of this makes any sense, half of these injuries should have killed you. The other half would have needed to be treated.”

The truth sat on the tip of your tongue. You felt selfish and needlessly cruel for your desire to tell Law what was really happening. Your eyes burned, and their glassy sheen didn’t go unnoticed. Law handed you a tissue, expression softening.

“I- um.” You hated how your voice cracked. It had been a long time since you told someone about your Devil Fruit. You always died, and they always forgot. For a long time, you thought it was better that way, carrying this weight on your own. The way Law looked at you, though, it made you want to pour your soul out to him. Every pain, every loss, every death lain at his feet, and for once, you could stand unburdened. “It’d be wrong of me to tell you.”

Law’s eyebrows knit together. “Now you’re being stupid.”

“No, I’m not. You’ll regret asking once you know. Don’t pretend like you don’t carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, you don’t deserve my troubles on top of that. It’s better for both of us if you just forget what you saw.”

With that, you stood and made to brush past Law and out of the room. He grabbed you by the shoulder, not allowing you to go any farther. Though his grip was firm, it didn’t hurt. If you really wanted to, you could wrench yourself away from him.

“You’re trembling.”

Your lower lip wobbled, your resolve ebbing away by the second. “It’s complicated.”

“So tell me.” Law’s lips twitched upwards ever so slightly. “Doctor’s orders.”

You let out a small huff. He didn’t deserve this, but there would always be another loop. This current one hadn’t been going so well, and by your estimation, it would take at least three more before you managed to reach your next checkpoint. It wouldn’t hurt to tell Law what he inevitably wouldn’t remember. You steadied yourself with a deep breath and turned to face him, his eyes met yours with a mix of concern and exasperation.

“It’s my Devil Fruit,” You started. Law leaned back on his heels and crossed his arms, attention solely on you. Your heart thundered in your chest. “I’ve died so many times.” Without your permission, your breath hitched. Law’s hand encircled your own with a small squeeze, encouraging you to continue. “It, um, brings me back, I guess. I’ll die, and then wake up in the bunkhouse days earlier, and I’ll be the only one who remembers what happened. All those scars you saw were what killed me in a previous loop.”

He was silent while he chewed on his words.

“How many times have you died since you joined my crew,” Law finally asked.

Your hand was still in his and you gave it a squeeze. “That’s not fair. I know what you’re doing and I won’t let you do it.”

Law’s shoulders slumped as he brought his free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I believe you. It explains a lot. I noticed you cry in your sleep sometimes.”

“You watch me sleep?” The tips of Law’s ears were tinged pink while you laughed.

“I was worried so I checked on you.” With a sigh, he began to lead you out of the clinic to his office. “Come on, you’re telling me everything you can remember. We’re going to come up with a plan.”

Humoring him, you followed close on his heels. It didn’t matter how long or how hard you planned, there was no accounting for the unpredictability of the universe. This comfort wouldn’t last long. Soon, you would be dead again and the cycle would start anew. That didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy sharing a space with your captain, listening to him meticulously craft tactics to keep you, and everyone else, alive.

It wasn’t until four days later you found yourself breathing, though covered head to toe in blood, with the rest of the crew. Everyone was safe and sound, and Law wouldn’t stop looking at you with a smirk on his face. When you found yourself next to him, he bumped his shoulder against yours.

“I told you my plan would work.”

Just like that, for the first time in your life, you were no longer alone.

[darkbluekies]

omgggg I'm sick rnnnn :,(

I've been reading some of your sick darling oneshots, but they have like crazy sickness, I just have a cold that's ruining my entire immune system rn (I'm a strong woman but a cold takes me out fr)

I'm at school rn but I had to check innnn

I'm totally imagining Silas, Dr. Kry or Hedwig feeding me chicken noodle soup or beef stewwwww

I think Jerry and Edmund might be more reluctant because they're not good with being..como se dice..gentle? Yes. They kinda suck at that -3-

I'm doing better, just doing overtime school work now so I can graduate, I'M SO EXCITEDDDDD

With so much love and laughter,

Hedwig Anon <3 (too lazy to grab the heart)

It's not supposed to be crazy sicknesses :,) just like fevers/colds/at most the flu :,) i¨m sorry that you're sick, i hope you'll feel better soon!

Jerry and Edmund can be gentle! Sometimes ... :,) if darling is feeling really bad they can be gentle, even Jerry.

Good luck with graduating<33 good to see you again btw<333

[ragnarokhound]

>:3

just saying Icarus au would be too easy for this rn

uhhm

JayTim fire water personalities, clashing, hurting each other, fitting together as opposites

still not really an au hmmm

just gonna keep throwing ideas here

ohh wanna see a mermaid au in your style

or one of those free willy mermaid aus

deaging 🤔 of one character and the other gotta take care of them

bound by magic (in what way? who knows)

take ur pick

For the ask game!

AUGH ABYSS HOW DO I CHOOSE

But omg mermaids is so fun... It is one of my all time favorite self-indulgent urban fantasy aus haha, I still want to finish my teen wolf mermaid fic... Someday...

Mermaid aus are so good for the yearning. The secret keeping of it all, the 'we're from different worlds and idk how it will work unless one of us makes a sacrifice' of it all. And I kind of sort of already played this trope straight with the selkie fic I wrote for jaytim week this year, haha (selkies aren't technically the same as mermaids, but there's a big overlap there lol)

But I also like that the existence of Aquaman in DC lets you flip that trope on its head while still complying with canon! There totally could be real life mermaids in DC because low-key there already are lmao

This isn't quite what you asked for, but in that vein:

please entertain with me Atlantean!Tim who admires the Bats from afar. Most of my exposure to Atlantis/Aqualad is via the Young Justice cartoon (the glow up between the first seasons and the later seasons is still insane to me lol) so please imagine Tim found out about Robin when YJ made an appearance in Atlantis, or Tim got himself on the same track as, say, Lagoon Boy and hopes to join one day. He has the biggest crush on Jason Todd and Jason doesn't even know he exists

There are two vastly different directions I am torn between from here, but the funnier one is: Tim basically follows Jason home to Gotham. Cue Gotham getting a new harbor cryptid that's just an Atlantean with a crush and a very robust immune system lmao

Tim gets horribly sick for the first week or two (he's not keeping track) while his system reacts to the bullshit that is Gotham Bay - but he is determined to stick it out. Naturally, he gets found by a bat while he's shivering near the docks one day, following up on rumors about the kid from the black lagoon who keeps dodging harbor security. Bonus points if it's Babs, and she agrees not to tell Batman and Robin, at least until Tim is healthy. Bonus bonus points if it's not a bat who finds him, but Catwoman :^) (Fishy-fishy, I wouldn't let a goldfish swim around in this water, where are your parents, you're coming home with me--)

Meet-cute between Jaybin and Harbor Cryptid Tim involves a smuggling operation that Jason's been tracking. During the sting, he gets in over his head, ends up in the harbor, and Tim saves him from drowning

Jason knows Bruce hates it when Supers and other capes come to Gotham. He knows who Aquaman is. Ergo, he has to keep Tim a secret from Bruce. Cue sneaking around and hiding from Batman and all kinds of teenage dating tropes and shenanigans. Tim blushes 24/7 because, omg he's hanging out with his crush and he isn't freaked out by the whole Atlantean thing and he's helping Robin wow; meanwhile Jason is fascinated by Tim, exhilarated to have a secret from Bruce, and wondering more and more what it would be like to hold Tim's hand.

(Bonus: When Bruce finds out about Tim, the first thing he does is tattle on him to Aquaman. Follow those dominoes down to Tim being an Aqualad equivalent on the Young Justice team a few years down the road. OwO When they find Red Hood with the League of Assassins, Tim is right there with Dick trying to get him back.)

When I started writing this out, I did not intend for this to become cute baby jaytim with an atlantean twist, but that's where it ended up going haha

[kimetsu-chan]

~Zeno Headcanons~

A/N: headcanons for my lovely wife, @larz-barz! I will probably add to these every now and then, I’ll reblog it when I do!

It is no secret that Zeno is tall

Like, man is a giant

A whole 6’1”(or 6’2”, I can’t remember-)

Point I’m trying to make is, he likes to carry people around

Like, even if the person is taller than him or the same height, he will swoop up behind them and carry the bridal style

He also likes putting people on his shoulders

Especially kids

OH MY GOSH HE LOVES KIDS

He has no siblings, so when he interacts with young children, he gets really happy

He wants to have at least 2-3 kids so they won’t grow up lonely like he did

Zeno lore drop? 👀

Zeno has a very weak immune system, which was the cause of most of his loneliness

Super big lore drop, Zeno has lymphoma—

Its minor though, it doesn’t hinder him much besides making him get sick a lot

But his parents didn’t want to have more kids in case they had lymphoma too

And since he was sick often, he wasn’t allowed to play with other kids much as to not get them sick either

OKAY THAT’S ENOUGH ZENO LORE FOR TODAY-

TUNE IN NEXT TIME FOR HIS ✨ MOMMY ISSUES ✨

*Ahem-*

ANYWAYS-

Zeno’s favorite food is Zosui, a Japanese rice soup!

He likes it because he learned to make it from a very young age (like… 9?) and his cousin taught him how to cook it

Zeno is very good at household chores. He cooks fairly often, even more so when he becomes a demon slayer since he’s out on his own

He also enjoys cleaning, finding the process rather satisfying

He also sewed his haori himself!

Zeno took a collection of fabric of his two favorite colors, and turned them into a haori

So in conclusion, the man is good housewife material

Someone better wife him up rn

*AHEM* Larz *AHEM*

….. yall hear smth?

Moving on, Zeno obviously is a very teasing dude

He LOVES to tease the living daylights outa people

Whether that be flirtatiously or not

But he is also, ✨ easily flustered ✨

Perfect combo, I know 😎

He’ll tell someone how cute/handsome/gorgeous they are without breaking a sweat

But the moment they throw it right back at him, he is suddenly a very blushy blushy boy o////o

He’d freeze for a few seconds then probably rub the back of his neck, a habit of his

OH YEAH

HE ALSO HAS VERY WARM HANDS

Larz can confirm, this is in one of our rps

His hands are like little heating packets

Oh, you’re shivering? Zeno to the rescue 🤩

GOSH IM RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS-

Zeno is a very pretty sleeper

Bro looks majestic in his sleep and I have a photo to prove it.

:>

Also yeah, he got some long lashes

Bro is just pretty 24/7

One thing that really irks Zeno, is when he gets accused of being a player/fboy bc of his personality

And yes, this has happened before

He was jokingly flirting with Aoi when he was helping her buy groceries and some random lady from the street stomped up to him and started lecturing him to “not play with a young lady’s heart”

Yeah-

Zeno has his own house(ik, weird for a 17yo)

But he stays there the days/nights he doesn’t have missions

He lives alone(poor lonely bby 😢) but likes to have people over often

He also likes to cook large portions of food and take them to the elderly people who live in his village, that way they get a free meal and they don’t have to eat alone(if they live alone)

He’s just a cutie patootie + bbg

A/N: THATS ALL FOR NOW, ILL ADD MORE WHEN I THINK OF THEM!

[nuevo-city]

can i have. oc infodump please im genuinely so curious

HI HI OKAY HI.

some background info on this world; ~700-1000 years in the future. cyberpunk dystopia. almost all of the world is a desert, with only one city of mutated humans remaining. nuevo. these humans main survival adaptation is their ability to survive the slight remaining radiation from the nuclear apocalypse that happened, as well as their ability to drink saltwater, but they have powers too. the city has been divided into three “levels”, all built vertically on top of each other.

the lower levels are a cyberpunk undercity type place, with crime both violent and harmless running wild due to the lack of the hero society’s influence here (i’ll talk about them in a seperate post, but unfortunately to convey it simply, imagine the heroes from mha if they were basically the fbi and the cia at the same time and also even more corrupt and like. paying off the villains to kill people)

. the middle levels are basically solarpunk aesthetic with none of the e benefits of solarpunk, vaguely-futuristic nyc. think spider-verse earth 1610 for what daily life is like, just a lot more future-y.

upper levels are where the hero society mainly influences, the city in the sky. the RICH people live here. generally if you’re up here you’ve got ties to the hero society or the government, or you just work here and live in the middle levels.

NOW. this is my precious son leo grayson arnaud. vigilante name red noise. bisexual transmasc disaster/professional enabler older brother/part time wannabe wine aunt. he is sad and pathetic and here for a bad time, not a long time. (*cough cough* leo-grayson-arnaud.carrd.co check it out if it still works)

he’s a vigilante!!! he’s awesome!!!! he’s a boyfailure!!!!!! he’s cool as fuck!!!!!!

some info: he’s deaf! his powers let him control sound waves, so he uses them to be really fucking loud so he can utilize noise to electricity to electrocute people with the power of punk rock, but uh…. (garfield meme here) you are not immune to power drawbacks. safe to say, he’s lost most of his hearing. he was also raised the cyberpunk equivalent of a catholic lol? but it’s more akin to like,,, the legal religion from the silt verses than anything. he’s also got an AWESOME boyfriend

(the cowgirl in the second image is @the-lonelyshepherd’s oc shay. if you’re reading this and don’t know her, check her out!!! she’s cool and shep’s stories are so awesome)

this is sam pines. my BOY. fellow disaster tboy, professional hunter noceda relater-to. absolute poor little meow meow. he’d probably like mother mother but he doesn’t even HAVE a mother mother, carrion bird motif, “my guilt does not purify me” ass.

(the flower clasp is only part of his design while he’s in the cult.)

anyway he’s a born and raised lower level kid. he was abandoned by his mother (DO NOT THINK SHE WAS BAD FOR THIS. it was her only option) and grew up in the foster system until he was nine. at that age he was roped into a cult known as the sentinels. (ill go more in depth with them in another post too) they promised him food and shelter, and he needed it, so he took it. over time he was made to be a soldier for them.

he’s basically a prophet for the sentinels? of sorts. it’s very confusing and strange because it’s a Cult and that’s how they are but yeah. he does get out eventually but it’s more “outcast as a heretic and hunted down and almost killed and then saved by the leader because she thinks he’ll be useful if he still has some devotion left”

bonus info: he’d probably like will wood and jhariah tbh. he lost an arm to his own powers (if i had a nickel for every time power drawbacks showed up in my main ocs if have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice). he feeds stray cats. he falls asleep in the weirdest positions. chronic pain haver (the haverrrrr). all i can think of as basic info rn but im working on making full refs and posts for the rest of the team

[annab-nana]

one excitedly telling the other how big the baby in the other’s belly is every week (jellybean, aubergine etc) with Steve Harrington please! Thanks

i'm loving all the dad!steve in my inbox rn!! also, @katsu28 sent in something similar so i'm just going to combine the two :)

warnings: not proofread, pregnant!reader, use of pet names (babe, cupcake, my strong girl, baby girl, sweet girl) a lot of those are used for the baby

❀ masterlist ❀

every thursday, steve would pull out one of the several books he'd gotten since finding out you were pregnant and tell you all kinds of fun facts about the baby.

"okay, babe," steve started with a wide grin on his face as he held the book open to a certain page with one hand and grabbed yours with his other. he led you over to the couch and pulled you to sit next to him. you rested your head on his shoulder and wrapped your arm around his before he began reading to you.

"so, this says that she's fourteen inches long and one-point-seven pounds. she's about the size of a head of kale," he explained, looking at you as if a head of kale was the cutest thing on earth.

"you're adorable, you know that?" you asked rhetorically and leaned forward to peck his cheek.

"she's forming eyes now and they'll open soon if they haven't already." steve scooted down off the couch onto the floor, kneeling before your belly to talk to the very small girl. "hey cupcake, you can probably see how dark it is in there now, can't you?"

you giggled lovingly at him and continued to watch him talk to her.

"and you're soaking up your mom's antibodies to get your immune system ready for when you come out, aren't you, my strong girl?"

he looked up to you. "you need to talk to her a lot too so she can start to recognize your voice."

"trust me, i talk to her plenty, especially when you're off at work with robin, or doing whatever it is dustin has you doing. baby girl and i have a lot of girl time together, don't we, sweet girl?" you asked, patting your belly gently. you felt her move a bit within you. "she agrees."

steve rested his hand on your belly and then his head on top of that. "i'm really excited to meet her. if she looks anything like you, she's gonna be the most beautiful in the world."

"if she looks anything like you, she will be so pretty and based on the heartburn i've been having, i'm sure she’ll have that harrington head of hair."

steve smiled before he pulled back to look at your belly. "i can't wait to meet our little head of kale."

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[fairchilds-glasses]

Sick headcanons of Junior surviving and living with the trio and Miss Fairchild (most of these are based on things I do/am doing rn)

Junior essentially as a cough rag. It’s a small rag that he coughs into rather than spread his germs everywhere. It’s also a precaution since sometimes his coughing fits get bad enough that he throws up.

Junior will basically bury himself in blankets and multiple hoodies to try and keep himself warm when he’s getting the chills. He’s also demanding cuddles during this time.

Junior as a roll of toilet paper in his room that he keeps and restocks when he gets a runny nose.

Speaking of runny nose, Junior’s sleep patterns are inconsistent because he’ll wake up in the middle of the night due to his congestion.

And speaking of sleeping, Junior will sleep with a cough drop in his mouth. It freaks Rachel and the trio out because they’re terrified that he’ll choke on it in his sleep, but he secures the cough drop into the corner of the inside of his cheek, he just doesn’t want to wake up or have a hard time falling asleep because he’s coughing.

Junior has a pretty weak immune system so he gets sick pretty often. They can range from colds, flus, to stomach bugs. Everyone is used to them but Junior absolutely hates when he gets sick.

I’m sure there’s more but that’s all I got from the top of my sick brain for now

Holy shit I absolutely love these, I thrive on sickfics so of course I’m gonna love it lmao (Really hope you feel better soon tho lol)

I can totally see Junior doing all of these things while he’s sick and I actually do a lot of that stuff as well.

I can totally see the sleeping with a cough drop in his mouth thing freaking the others out because yeah that’s a choking hazard but it’s understandable that he just doesn’t want to wake up coughing or have a hard time getting to sleep in general.

Also Junior having a weak immune system is incredibly accurate because he totally would after all the shitty diets and stuff that Logan forced him to be on, so of course the poor kid gets sick a lot and i don’t blame him for absolutely hating it.

[xplrvibes]

*clears throat* i’d like to confess to a crime i have committed… i have not watched any of the hell week episodes. *stage audience collective gasp* i know, i know…

so listen. i’m going to watch the finale (bc my baes are in it) but do i need to know anything beforehand? do i absolutely positively HAVE to watch eps1 and 2?

the reason i hesitate is because i started watching ep1 and i… i just could not with the over exaggerated hype. maybe bc i’m sick (side note, i have been sick for 2 months with only like 2 weeks in between where i was ok… wtf is my immune system rn?) and couldn’t stand it but… yeah

anyhooooo

- aussie anon

I haven't watched the finale yet (oops!) so I don't really know how much of the important stuff from 1 and 2 they recap in 3, but here's the need to know basics:

Sam and Colby bought the school.

They are sleeping in it for a week, in a different location every night.

Ghost wise, they aren't sure what's haunting it, but most of the entities don't seem that bad. There's a "principal" who is safeguarding the place and some childlike spirits. snc believe they aren't welcomed/liked/trusted so they gave an "offering" in the first episode.

There's a dark presence in the boiler room and they don't quite know what it is.

They have challenges for each other - Colby already pulled Sam's (Sam had to dig his own grave and do an Estes session in it) but Sam hasn't pulled Colby's yet (hogtied in the boiler room).

I think that'll basically catch you up.

And I hope you feel better soon! That totally sucks when you can't shake a bug.

[whispereons]

I love your oracle reader fics❤️ I just wanted to check up on you and see if you were alright(in your last post you sounded stressed)1 h. Make sure to work hard on your finals and take care of yourself!!🫶

School ended a little more then a week ago but I go right back in it around mid Jan so I'm really trying to relax with what little time I have.

Thank you so much for the love!! I do have a few other asks that I see and just haven't responded to yet. (I'm sorry!)

My immune system is crap so I'm still just the littlest bit sick despite chugging down more medicine then I can count.

But the most important thing rn is that despite my desire to finish my chapter, writers block is messing me up. Like this is probably the worse it's been since I started. I get a sentence or two in before I'm at a loss.

Sorry that I used your ask to vent and give a update, thank you checking on me Anon <3

[definitelynotshouting]

MINECRAFT SHINGLES, OMG HEGSJAGAGAKA

This is an amazing way to word it, and I'm stealing that, bcuz this is also exactly what happened to me lol. I'm 21, I've watched MC vids for 6 months now, I've played for 2 xdd

No immunity, only blocks lol

Also, let's unite in being anti-chest-monster, I very quickly realised how overwhelming digging through chests of junk can be for me, it just sucks the enjoyment right out of the game. I've been looking into building some sort of a redstone sorting system, cuz I discovered I really like redstone, but I don't think I'm on that level yet haha

But I love exploring, flying around, collecting pretty blocks, and orgainising everything into neat stacks (that last one scratches my autism brain pfftttt), so it's only a matter of time before I attempt a storage system like that

And I must unfortunately dissappoint you, for I have no real rhyme or reason when it comes to planning my builds 😅

Ideas and block combos just usually pop into my head, and then I try them out straight in the survival world. I sometimes mess up, change blocks, remove things, so it's not an efficient way to do things, but it does work for me. Plus I've noticed I'm kinda like Etho, my houses are mostly just interior lmaoooo. It's usually a hot mess of things I thought are cool at a time, and a consistent building style is something I lack xd. For example, my island is decorated with moss, spruce leaves, ferns, a fire pit, etc. (cabin in the woods vibes), my fields and animal pen are on interconnected artificial islands on my lake, my potion lab is in a basement I dug under said island and I made it with blackstone and a lot of the nether warped stems (evil scientist style), and the house I made is on top of a... futuristic tree I made from glass and leaves, and said house in itself looks like a Rich Person Seaside Mansion, and it's in white and blue

I supppose this is a real representation of my brain xdd

Also, I'm the person who makes farms for communal use, I was sleeping under the sky for SO LONG, cuz I made a gunpowder farm for my friends, an xp enderman one, now I wanna build a gold one in the nether, and I'm wrangling villagers into a trading hall rn (they are a nightmareeeee xddd)

~🌠

Oh gods redstone scares the crap out of me, i feel like i definitely fall on the builder side of things rather than being a more technical player-- but then i also havent messed with it much yet, so maybe i will surprise myself!!! Still, building a redstone sorting system seems real fun!!! Me when i can just sort things automatically.... the autism is Winning™ truly.

Tbh out of all my friends i am the person with the most Planning Brain. Cannot do a single thing on the fly it Must be scheduled, hopefully about three business days in advance at least /hj 😂😂😂😂 this apparently applies to minecraft in that i will open CSP and meticulously edit a screenshot to reflect what i want the area to look like, then meticulously plan a build outline, then carefully mull over multiple ideas for the block palette, then go BACK into the creative world to double check ive got the right measurements from the outline before ever setting foot back in my survival world 💀💀💀

Your builds sound so cool and unique though, thats amazing!!! Glass tree..... looking so intently at that tbh. Also gods i am dreading the part where i need to wrangle villagers for farms 😭😭😭😭😭 especially bc im entertaining the idea of putting all my farms underground so they're beneath/within the ruins i plan to make under the lake near my base. Luckily there is a village literally on the edge of the lake so at least theyre close by 💀

[thedawningofthehour]

Yea I forgot the story plays in like 2021, so I just wrote that Avatar comment bc man I love the second movie (I dont remember anything from the first), it‘s like 2am rn I am no night owl so I didnt use my brain much

ANYWAY, I am impressed the fam still believes they will get Donnie back bc I am losing hope lmaoo, also, interesting tidbit about the XXY chromosomes, will that be relevant in the future??

Honestly, the extension of the world of Avatar is smth really great about the second movie. Plot wise, I fear it might become repetitive if they dont think of smth for the next one. The emotions are 🤌🏼✨

Not really relevant to the plot, just something I thought of when I was looking up spiny softshell biology and trying to figure out how all that nonsense works.

Weirdly, Klinefelter's does actually seem to fit Donnie. I know they didn't, like, plan that, but it is funny that it happened with the turtle that had sex chromosomes before and therefore may have weird chromosome things going on already. (Splinter probably also has chromosome weirdness, but he was already past puberty and snipped, so his infertility didn't really matter)(they obviously have other chromosomes and there's other chromosomal issues that arise from mashing two completely different species together, but Draxum's ooze was made to minimize complications arising from that, and obviously the original Yokai who had significant genetic issues didn't pass them on) People with Klinefelter's are often taller with lower muscle strength, which fits his lankier build. They often have coordination and speech issues-check and check. It even fits my personal headcanons, with people with Klinefelter's being more likely to develop auto-immune disorders and having a low interest in sex. (Donnie's bi but he's got shit to do, he doesn't have time for that)

Also worth pointing out that it's not exactly Klinefelter's, because Donnie doesn't have two X chromosomes. He has the XY chromosomes from Splinter and a single Z chromosome from his turtle parents. The Z chromosome just occupies the space a second X chromosome would be and Leo confused it because it looked similar to an X chromosome. I have no idea how the whole 'chromosome mashing' thing works for Yokai overall, but while I can go ahead and say "mutants are allowed to have weird numbers of chromosomes that would normally result in severe health problems in humans because they're really not human anymore," it's a bit different for allosomes. In organisms that use sex chromosomes, aside from some organisms that use X0 or Z0 systems where the heterogametic sex just has the one, they all have two sex chromosomes. And there are issues if there's more than that.

There's some weirdness in the mutation process, some chromosomes get thrown out, some stay against their best interest, and sometimes the resulting mutant is a pile of tumors and meat. Draxum's ooze was modified to prevent most of the catastrophic consequences, but stuff still happens. I chose to say he has three sex chromosomes instead of four because trisomy disorders are generally pretty mild, while tetrasomies are usually much more severe and cause serious intellectual disabilities. Which doesn't fit Donnie.

(I don't mean any of this in a TERF bullshit way, I'm talking exclusively about what Donnie's got in his blood, he can be whatever gender he damn well likes)

[mosspapi]

Honestly I'm not fuckin cut out for in-person classes, like even ignoring all the physical health detriments it Does have for me, it also just makes me unbearably paranoid abt getting sick. Like even tho atp we know I prolly won't Die if I get sick, it's still very not good for me. I still feel awful from strep I had almost 2 months ago, I have long covid from almost a year ago even tho apparently that can/should go away after 3 months, my immune system is just shot in general and we don't fully know why, so it's like. I don't Know for sure what will happen if I get sick and I don't really fancy the idea of finding out. And even if I myself am wearing a mask, there's still only One (1) other person total in both of my classes that wears a mask, and it's still just a cloth one (don't get me wrong it's better than nothing and I deeply deeply appreciate that they do it at all /gen, they're just not the most effective type of mask u can wear), but there's Also always at least one person in every single class that shows up coughing or sneezing or otherwise obviously sick. And I just am not comfortable with it. Idk. Maybe I'm being dramatic and a piss baby but it puts me on edge and I can't fuckin deal with this rn

[butteredcrackers]

Fuck!!!

i just got a letter in the mail saying I've lost one of my credits, yk the ones I need to graduate, due to absences. most of my absences are accompanied with home/doctor letters and are excused?? For someone with a chronic disease I don't miss that much school. Like ok let me just change my fucking DNA so I don't have this inherited disease that renders me basically paralyzed from lack of energy and exhaustion!! And lowers my immune system making me more susceptible to illness!! I'm going out of town to see the eclipse April 8, where ill be missing school again cause I planned this a year ago, and ill have 12 hours to make up after school. I would make them up asap but I have drivers ed Mon - Tues and Thurs - Fri. the after school makeup days are Tuesday and Thursday. I've got drivers ed for the next 4 weeks. I would really, really like to advance to the next grade so I'm freaking to out because will I have enough time to make up this credit? Cause after this 4 weeks I have 5 weeks of school left, and 10 1 hr 15 min long make up times. That's 25 hours, sure, but what if I miss more school?? I do not need this type of stress rn im already so stressed that I'm zoning out when I try to look somewhere. I can't think. Idk I guess ill just be a literal fucking zombie at school until its over

[notyonatto]

Poor health/anxiety Vent:

My anxiety disorder took an absolute nose dive this year. I’m not sure why, but it has gotten so bad that I’ve been physically ill nearly every day since a few days before Halloween. Insomnia, nausea, headaches, shaking, so on. When to the doctor and they ran a million tests. My body itself is fine. All the tests they ran came back in the green, so all three doctors I’ve seen have agreed it’s all most likely being caused by my disorder. My medical bills are…. A lot rn. American insurance and healthcare is a fucking scam that is built to make us drown in medical debt. But I’ve been so sick that I’m willing to go into debt to just not wake up feeling minutes from death. I’ve been taking so much time off work, and it’s a new job so I’m worried as all hell that I’ll be let go. But what can I do? I work with primates, and if I bring any illness in to work, they can get very very sick since they don’t have the same immune systems humans do to fight off human illnesses. In October, I set up an appointment with a psychiatrist. They weren’t available until January. I know that’s soon, but I’ve been physically ill most days since then. I’m tired. I don’t sleep. My whole body is tense. I know I’m so close to my appointment. I’ve waited so long for it. I’m not medicated and unfortunately will probably need to be medicated indefinitely. I really hope this psychiatrist is good. I’m desperate. I’m fighting so intensely hard to find the will to go on. To persevere. To get through each day. It’s hard. I wish I was neurotypical. It’s so difficult accepting that I might be on the verge of disabled. My whole life has been completely disrupted this entire year from this disorder, and these last few months have been a revolving door of physical agony. I want my life to resume. So so so badly. It’s been on hold so long because all I’ve been able to do is hold on and try to keep afloat.