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Finished Series for the acrylic charms 💚
Tim Drake - Encryptor 💻
Jason Todd - Lazarus Revenant 🧪
Damian al Ghul Wayne - League Prince 🗡️
Dick Grayson - Boy Wonder 🦋
#the batfam charm I’ll need to finish later#surgery really screwed up my schedule#eh whatever#can’t wait to show these to my friend 💚#acrylic charms#design#digital art#digital illustration#chibi#Jason todd#red hood#Tim drake#red Robin#damian al ghul#Damian Wayne#dick Grayson#Nightwing#Robin#batfamily#batfam#bruce wayne#bat boys#Batman#batbros#art#painting#sketch#doodle#fanart#Christmas
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hiiiii i'm just a chronically ill chronically broke bitch who recently had laparoscopic surgery which screwed up my work schedule & my bank account got locked due to being in the negatives & now i'm getting phone calls about overdue payments i owe & my car insurance payment ($99) which automatically withdraws is gonna put me back in the negatives & one of my tires needs air so if any financially stable-r souls can lend me a hand i would really appreciate it 🫶🏻 i'd be happy getting $100 just to keep out of the negatives so i'm making that the goal even though ik it's a lot to ask right now
etsy store: sardonicdoll
paypal.me/sardonicdoll
$IthelLovik
venmo: @IthelLovik
reblogs are greatly appreciated 💕
$0/100
#aid request#actuallyautistic#actually adhd#actually disabled#chronically ill#it speaks#if anyone needs proof you can dm i guess
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Please, Fedya
idk why, but I'm very embarrassed to publish this
Yandere!Fyodor x Reader
English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes.
tw: kidnapping, yandere, mention of: broken bones, abuse, isolation, bad mental health, punishment and escape attempt (nothing explicit really), stockholm syndrome, fyodor is a general tw
Your life with Fyodor had been good, as good as a life with a kidnapper could be, but you would never admit that out loud, it would be too hard a blow to your dignity.
At first everything was hell, Fyodor was the definition of cruel, it took you months to be able to get out of the 4 walls where he locked you up, in complete darkness. It screwed up your eyesight, your sleep and your overall health, physical and mental. He at least fixed those problems, paid for your eye surgery, gave you vitamin D supplements, helped you by fixing your sleep schedule, etc.
It wasn't so bad, except that not all the issues could be fixed, your mental health was horrible, it still is, you doubted he could fix that.
Before you had all that help Fyodor gave you, you had to change your behavior, you were always a fighter and with Fyodor it would be no exception. The turning point of your behavior was the night you tried to escape. He caught you, as punishment he broke both your legs and your fingers, he also left you in complete isolation, you don't know for how long. Since that punishment, you never disobeyed Fyodor again, not intentionally at least.
As time went by, and when he saw that your meek behavior was not a lie, he began to give you more liberties. One of the most important for you was the freedom to go outside, obviously accompanied by Fyodor.
Also, with that freedom to go out, you realized that Fyodor liked to treat you like a doll. Every time he allowed you to go out he was the one who dressed you, you had no voice or vote in that.
On those outings, you realized that the place you were in was Russia, you didn't know specifically which part. Before arriving in Russia, you had never seen snow in person, so it was beautiful the first time.
Today was one of those days that Fyodor allowed you to go out.
He dressed you in warm clothes and took you to a coffee shop. It was nicer than you thought it would be, not only because you went outside, but because your talks with Fyodor were pleasant.
By the time you left the coffee shop, it was getting dark, but you convinced Fyodor to go to a local bookstore and buy some books. It wasn't for you to read it (you didn't understand Russian and Fyodor had never tried to teach you so you couldn't communicate with others), it was for Fyodor to read it to you, it was an activity that, surprisingly, you enjoyed very much. You left the bookstore with a book of poems whose cover caught your attention.
Walking on your way home you heard high-pitched meowing coming from an alley, you stopped your steps and, consequently, to Fyodor, who was holding your hand.
"What is it, милый?"
"I heard meowing." Your gaze did not move from the alley.
You let go of Fyodor's hand and headed down the alley, Fyodor followed you closely until you reached a cardboard box lying on the ground.
You bent down and opened the box to find an orange furred cat, it was about the size of your hand and very thin. You wondered what kind of horrible person had abandoned such a cat.
You petted it and the cat reacted affectionately, rubbing its head against your hand. You laughed at the action and turned your head to see Fyodor standing behind you, still standing. "Please, Fedya, let's keep him."
Fyodor wasn't a big fan of cats, or animals in general, it wasn't that he hated them, but he preferred not to have pets. But there you were, begging him for an abandoned cat, and, well, you were being on excellent behavior, so he needed to give you a reward, right?
"Okay, but you'll be the one to take care of it." You nodded quickly as you grabbed the cat, pulled him against your chest, and covered him up as best you could with your coat.
The two of you walked out of the alley, you were petting the cat's little head as you smiled. Fyodor just looked at you, appreciating how cute you looked when you were happy. He thought that, perhaps, he could do more things to see that smile of yours more often.
#bsd x reader#bsd x you#bsd fyodor#fyodor#fyodor x reader#fyodor x y/n#fyodor x you#yandere fyodor#yandere#yandere bsd#yandere bungou stray dogs#bsd#bungou stray dogs#fyodor dostoyevsky bsd
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Do you think you could do a reader who has a fake shoulder which cracks randomly in cold weather and scares the driver because he’s never heard it happen before?
I had to get the muscle that keeps my shoulder in place replaced with a medical rope and screws. So now anytime it’s cold out my shoulder cracks really loudly randomly 🤭
Scares the crap out of my roommates 😂
Note: I had to go and look it up because I wasn't sure I knew what it was (I had some idea because Grey's Anatomy is my comfort show), and I hope it's okay!
Even though it wasn't the warmest day, the sun was still shinning and Charles wanted to take you out on a date before racing duties started tightening up his schedule and make it harder for him to show you just how serious he was about you.
"Ready to go?", Charles asked as you buckled yourself in the car, driving off when you nodded as you caught up with eachother's week.
"I forgot to ask", Charles tapped his forehead, "do you get sea sick?", he looked at you with wide eyes as he parked near the marina.
"I'm pretty okay with it, I don't usually have any trouble", you assured him as relief took over his features.
"Good, that's good - how could I be so stupid and not ask you if you would like the date idea in the first place?", he mumbled to himself before you took hold of his hand and squeezing it in reassurance.
"I said I wouldn't mind surprises", you tranquillized him before you left the car and walked up with him to his boat.
Charles started driving it, telling you the plans he had for the afternoon, "I know it's cold today, but when it's sunny like this, the coastline looks beautiful and I wanted to show you it and spend some time just the two of us", he smiled. He didn't mind his fans and he would happily sign and take photos whenever they approached him, and you had assured him multiple times that he should take all the time he needed to do that and that you'd just stand on the side without a worry, but like this, he could ensure no one interrupted you.
The breeze was getting chillier and Charles got one of his cardigan like sweaters from the room, "I always have spare ones here", he smiled as he helped you put it on.
The moment you pulled your arm to fit the sleeve, a loud crack was heard and Charles stopped what he was doing, "what was that? It came from your arm! Did I hurt you? We're in the sea, I need to drive back to the harbou-", he frantically tried to think of a plan as you giggled, "how can you laugh? Are you not in pain?".
"I'm fine, Charles", you said, getting it to crack again after a couple of attempts, "I had surgery on my shoulder because my muscles there gave me a lot of trouble - it's like I have a fake shoulder and it cracks randomly. It's all screws and medical rope though, I don't feel anything", you reassured him, "I'm sorry if it scared you".
"I wasn't scared for the noise, I just thought I had hurt you and that we were nowhere near a hospital", he raised his hands before pulling the piece of clothing on your torso and standing closer to your face. Your lips were right there, pink and plump as you warmed up.
"Do you know what would make it better?", you smirked, "a kiss - I think it would help a lot", you smiled.
(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)
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UH OH sam OPERATED
ch 3 of Queap/MASH crossover episode
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS OVER HALF JUST O.R. I DID MY BEST NOT TO BE HEAVY-HANDED BUT IT IS SURGERY AND I AM EXPLICIT ABT THAT.
torture the bisexual brunette man some more
endorsement from my really cool and smart friend;
bts [including detail of what all the medical shit was since i had to research a LOT for this]
First off; the end of the chapter has a scene abt bj freaking out over stitches. i wrote a note at the end of the chapter explaining WHY he freaks out, but for those of you that dont know what suture types look like [me, like a week ago], this is a very shitty diagram i made
as you can see, hawkeye's USUAL pattern [with a totally different suture material] is pretty minimal, just some small lines/dots. meanwhile sam is making the barber pole/screw/candy cane that i described.
the mattress suture, i BELIEVE, is like. the 'better' one, like its really secure, and even if one fails the whole thing wont, and also shows minimally. but the simple continuous is EASIER and the more 'obvious' choice. not to mention the material change [someone from 1999 would probably prefer silk. cotton is more... brittle? and it slides less easily. learning curve.]
anyway i'll put snips of my document but incase u have a screenreader or just dont wanna use images to read, heres the google doc . this is just what i had on-hand to help guide the scene and get the details right
honestly this shit was super fun. very 'AOUGHHH WHAT DO YOU MEAN' but very fun. would do again. love doing that shit. love making the viewer suffer.
anyway
heres also this shitty diagram to explain how/why sam was looking in the wrong place for the bullet. its cause his brain was looking at the Now position of the wound and not the Then position
i wish i had more excuses to write anxiety-filled surgery scenes this was funnnnnn
also for anyone wondering. my bts started because i am usually very Loud with my creative process, and i posted like 'oo and heres some behind the scenes' for a digital painting and someone commented that as a non-creative, it was a nice insight into things, and now thats been reinforced by someone else saying the bts was fun to read on my Havin' A Ball sam and al piece. so. the bts will continue lol
gives you all insight as to why i dont have a schedule to when i post things because. ough.
i also type up these announcement and bts posts before i publish the next chapter, cause i wanna do it all in 1 swoop, so i have to write them with no link yet
so it just looks like this in my drafts
#quantum leap#mash#only those two cause its the 3rd chapter#queapmash#thats not a real tag but im doing it anyway#.ficposting
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I hope that when you were in labor while watching LOA, it was playing the real intense part of the overture, and then the strings kicked in when the ordeal was over.
PS - Word is, LOA is getting another theatrical release
This is in reference to these tags I wrote on a post on LOA about the "I don't want to be a part of your big push" scene.
#100% true fact: I was watching LOA in the birthing room when I was in labor with my son#and it was on day four of labor and the moment when they came in and told me they were giving up on the pitosin & sending me to the OR#for a c-section was during this scene#I never got to be part of anyone's big push#and neither did the boy#and this is why your birth plan is total garbage if you are going to a hospital without a midwife or a dula
In my tags I was vagueing the way that women are encouraged to be induced in the system for the convenience of the doctors...it was not a pleasant or fruitful labor. It was protracted, exhausting but not horrifically painful. The most painful part was having the stint put in for the anesthesia for the surgery, (for which you are awake). By far the worst part was innumerable vaginal probes to see if I was dialated which I was never really.
So after that four day ordeal I went to surgery anyway, something I could have just scheduled all along and saved myself and the hospital four days of hell and a couple hundred grand on a "natural birth" that wasn't in the cards.
Waiting in a chilly operating theater on a gurney, scared and alone was honestly one of the most difficult moments of my entire life and it was unnecessary and I lay blame for it at the feet of hospital policy. (My husband was not admitted until well into the procedure and ushered out with the baby before they sewed me up.) They prep you and leave you there in the room alone waiting for the surgeon. I remember saying to the anesthesiologist that I was scared and he said something like "everyone is" over his shoulder while fiddling with my meds. Fair enough it wasn't HIS job, it was my husband's job and he was stuck in some waiting room. It was a very vulnerable moment for me and the whole system kind of flopped that day in lots of ways.
I always return to LOA as the well. It shows the myriad ways that fate will screw you over, :{D and it does it with such style that it almost seems like fun.
#Lawrence of Arabia#also ps hooray for the theatrical re-release of lawrence#i will go for sure I always do#LOA#asks#sorry to dump my#medical trauma#and my dissatisfaction with the health care system in this country in particular in the way women's reproductive health is dealt with
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So the last week and a half has been filled with some not fun stuff, culminating in Return to Office today. I just need to type all this out so please do not feel obligated to read any of this.
Let me explain in bullet list form...
We had a lovely christmas morning with waffles and a few presents
On christmas afternoon, Peter was on his way to his car when he slipped on a patch of ice, landed badly and broke his leg (fibula, mostly, tibia less so but still). [he is doing ok now, spoiler alert]
It certainly could have been worse, luckily he did not hurt his back or head, but he really fucked up his fibula, pardon my bellicosity.
At the time, we were hoping it was sprained as initially there was no swelling or bruising and he wasn't in a lot of pain and we decided we didn't need to spend christmas night in the ER.
On Boxing day we took him to the urgent care, because it had swollen and bruised overnight. We got to sit in the waiting room for 1.5 hours and watch The Santa Clause 2 (which is a really weird movie as it turns out). We then got to go back to a room and wait for the Dr and x-rays...and got to watch the Santa Clause 2 again.
The Dr came in, took a glance at his ankle and she said "oh that looks broken", so our hopes of sprain were gone quickly.
X-rays confirmed a nasty spiral break of the fibula and a smaller fracture of the tibia. It is usually not good when the Dr says "I haven't seen a break like that before".
She put on a splint and wrapped the hell out of it, sent us home with crutches and referred us to an Ortho Trauma office. Luckily it was the office of a Dr that my mom (long time Orthopedic OR Nurse) had worked with.
My mom was able to call him and he called us back very quickly, which was great because he was on vacation for the week. My mom has pull. He was able to look at the x-rays and also commented on how bad the break was. Talked Peter through everything and had his scheduling coordinator call us. Surgery was schedule for Tuesday, January 2nd...
...which happened to be Peter's 21st birthday [sad trombone]
So the week was spent trying keep him comfortable, managing the pain, figuring how to shower and keep the splint dry.
Yesterday morning he went to the DMV to get his new license and then we were off to the hospital. We got there at 10:15 AM and we left at about 5 PM. The surgery went great (a plate and 9 screws) and we got him home. He'll be in a splint for 2 more weeks and then after the sutures come out will switch to a boot and possibly one of those rollie knee scooters.
He goes back to campus on the 16th, follow up appointment is the 18th. Hopefully he will be able to get around OK.
And then today I got to go into the office and work (Mon/Wed/Thur in office, Tue/Fri at home). I know it is not necessarily a big deal, but I have been working from home for almost 20 years, so it is a weird thing for me.
Plus it is at a very large company with a lot of people all going back at the same time. I haven't sat at a cubicle for closer to 25 years and to have this many people around me all making a lot of noise was really jarring. I don't like it and I am not going to like it and I will be grumpy about it for a while.
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Whining ahead, feel free to skip.
I am tired of American healthcare.
Yes, we know your parent collapsed and needed to be rushed to the ER, but they're not *that* bad, so we're not going to admit them. No, we don't know exactly why, but they're obviously out of danger now, so fuck off already. Come back in five days for their unrelated appointment. Be sure to call EMS and pay for another ambulance ride if it happens again because we kicked them out too soon.
Go here. Go there. We want you to come in tomorrow for a 15 minute test. Your appointment is at 11am, but since we're shit at scheduling, we'll actually call you in anywhere between 10:45 and 1pm. Oh, we're booked, so instead of being in the hospital that is aware of your condition and risks, we're going to refer you to some random clinic to do that all-day outpatient surgery. Yes, you are going to have to become a bitch and snarl and yell and constantly have to remind us that you don't have a car and have to arrange your parent's pickups 72-24 hours in advance, because we are absolutely incapable of wrapping our brains around that fact. No, we're not going to schedule their next procedure right now, while you've got a 3 hour wait for the ride back - we'll call you while you're running for a bus tomorrow. Oh, that procedure we scheduled carefully for you earlier? We had a cancellation, so we're going to insist you instead somehow come in before your transport service starts running for the day, and will be incredibly put out and nasty to you for pointing this impossibility out and refusing.
Followed up by people with helpful advice about how you have to be aggressive and combative to deal with healthcare, and here's an array of ridiculous hoops to jump through that might trick your provider into providing healthcare instead of screwing you over. It's all on YOU, you can't expect THEM to actually accommodate you unless you PROVE you really and truly want and deserve it.
It's been made abundantly clear that my parent has only lived this long because of my fighting. And that if I reach their age, I will be utterly screwed because I will be alone, and broke, with nobody to "advocate" for me. And people will say, "that's so sad," and be baffled that nobody stepped in and helped when help was so obviously needed. But I will ultimately be blamed, for being TOO needy and not being able to jump through all the hoops required and navigate these 27 point plans to ask for help that has a fifty-fifty chance of being refused on account of a minor technicality.
I'd march in the streets screaming and waving signs about it, but I'm exhausted, and if I don't get back to work, there will be no healthcare at all. Or food. Or shelter.
The truly scary thing is my parent and I have better healthcare than a fuckload of other people in this country. That hospital made a top ten list of best in the nation. There's a social safety net of sorts in this state. I talk to people or read posts from them, and they have nothing at all. Except maybe massive debt from the one time they needed healthcare to not die, so they're going to be punished for the rest of their (shortened) lives for daring to experience a moment of weakness.
I'm afraid I don't have a point or a message. I'm just tired and coming off a bout of massive anger that's transitioning into sadness. And I'm waiting for The Next Bad Thing to happen to further destabilize my life.
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HEY STAR!!! so remember how I promised to spill about my injury updates??? umm I finally got some answers, which I'm excited about but everyone else seems nervous about lmao 😭 so basically I've had really bad knee pain for like, half my life and no one knew what it was. i recently had MRIs and I just had my follow up today so yayyy! the doctor was also kinda fine so that's a bonus 🤭 but I went with my dad since I'm back home rn and the doctor told us that he can see a few different issues from my X-rays and MRIs, and on their own, they wouldn't be a big deal. buttt since I have them all, they're causing lots of issues. he literally called me complex 💀 and he walked us through a couple surgeries that he thinks could help the problem. the one he thinks would help the most is kinda a lot 😀 basically he wants to cut through my femur, realign it so it's straight, and hold it in place with a plate and screws.... so yeah. and if I do end up going with that one, he'd do the left first, let it recover, and if it works well and heals nicely, he'd go back in to do my right. tbh I'm not really concerned about the actual surgery cutting into my leg amd sawing through my bone part, but I'm more worried about the recovery time especially because i play softball. but also I'm just glad to finally get answers after so long of doctors just telling me "yeah, there's something wrong, let's do physical therapy and see if it helps" FOR NINE+ YEARS 😭 like yeah atp i dont think its helping very much, is it?
but anyways I bought my ATE album and I'm excited for that. I MISSED YOU STAR BBY IM SO EXCITED TO FINALLY FILL YOU IN! HOW ARE YOU???
my kitties say hello 💕💕💕
OH MY GOD????((( I mean I’m so glad you finally got some answers and that they were able to find an underlying cause but that sounds so intense ☹️☹️☹️☹️ have you scheduled the surgery yet or are you still deciding whether you want to get it? Also what IS the recovery time??? I’m so sorry bby that sounds really rough ☹️ especially since you play softball!!!! Keep me posted on whether you go through with it aaaaaa I’m rooting for you so hard and I’m sending you all my love and healing vibes ☹️🫶🫶🫶🫶 I will deadass send flowers to your hospital room I LOVE U 💐🌻🌷🪻🌹
ALSO MY ATE ALBUM SHIPPED YURRRRR comeback this week it doesn’t even feel real 😭😭 I’m seeing Ateez tonight and then flying to LA to see them again and then Lolla the week after next and I’m crazy busy at work AAAAA I’m so stressed but also just excited for everything and I wish I could take a month off just to sleep after all my shows 😭 ALSO HELLO TO UR KITTIES WOWOWOWOW THEY’RE SO CUTIE
I love u so much angel baby keep me posted on everything I’m rooting for u so hard !!!!!!!!! LOVE UUUUUU happy skz comeback week take care of yourself for me 👼🫶🫶🫶🫶❤️ here’s momo who’s also cheering for u
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"We Fucked Up"
Aka: the cram schedule of an AuDHD/dyscalculia HS student who just remembered his online math class shuts down in a day and it's vital to his grade to get it done unless he wants to be held back and do senior year twice.
I messed up! I'm really bad at math, and I got assigned summer school. Which I had promptly brushed off for the most part, because life decided to screw my summer over with the Park Fire, having to get surgery, and a bunch of other bullshit that has resulted in me going, "oh shit, I have a day and a half to complete this" on the 14th of August when I woke up that day.
I had 5 units to complete in the span of about 26 hours, because I had to unlock the final exam manually with the person running it, and she was only available a few hours of the day.
And here's how I somehow managed to do that. Miracles are real.
Day 1, Session 1: 1-3pm
Worked for 45 minutes, break for 15 from 1-2pm
Straight hour of work from 2-3pm
Went from the middle of unit 2 to early-unit 3 in this time frame.
Major break from 3-4pm, refresh, walk, get something to eat, etc.
Session 2: 4-8pm
50 minute sessions, 10 minute breaks(if any)
This was the big cram session of the day. I just worked and only got up if I was in pain, needed a drink, or needed to handle the dogs for whatever reason. I got to mid/late-unit 3 in here, as unit 3 is HUGE
Session 3: 12am-2:15am
Life got in the way when my mother got home. I kept telling her I needed to study, and I also didn't eat until 11:30. So now I knew I needed to pull an all-nighter-ish to get remotely close to finishing.
Got to the beginning of unit 4, took a 45 minute break to stretch. This was going to be a long night.
Session 4: 3am-5am
This was the "chillest" session. I made it to the end of unit 4. I still have time, the class manager gets to her office soon so I'm taking a 1 hour and 30 minute break to let some ibuprofen kick in(my back hurts)! And to hydrate. My mom told me to go to bed. I am, in fact, not going to bed. Not until I'm done. Possibly even later than after I'm done, depending on how early I finish.
Given the shortness of the last 2 units before the exam I have to ask for her to unlock, I can semi-logically assume that I'll be done with the course work around 8:30am at the latest, if not by the time she makes it into her office at 7am.(as I'm writing this during my break, it is 5:09am as I write this segment.)
Session 5: 6:30am-9am
I was correct in my assumptions! I finished the course work at 8:25am, got the exam unlocked at 8:30. I passed the class with a high B and the final with an 80%.
Now I'm gonna go take a nap.
Like a really long one.
Like a I-regret-my-choices-but-fuck-it nap.
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Seeing as there are three days left of my little TADC poll, and knowing full well that a majority of the votes have already been cast and the winner has all but been chosen, I'd like to give a deeper summary of each to both hype up those who've voted already for their choices and to give people seeing it for the first time a more informed choice. I meant to do this sooner, but I was doing the Dead Colonizers feast with my family for the past two days. Anyway, here are your fics:
Chess Gang Flashback: This fic would begin in the development crew at C&A noticing that their first playtester wasn't exiting the game on schedule and sending in a (way too) elite team of administrators to rescue said employee. As admins, they default to a form reminiscent of the Admin icons on their work laptops: chess pieces, to be precise. Kinger tries to lead the way, even when he no longer remembers the plan, Queenie will make power moves until she realizes how powerless she really is, and Bishop tries to do good by his Lord only to be corrupted by the divinity of the digital world. And the others? The rook, the knight, and the lost pawn? They may not outlast the others, but their actions will have lasting impacts.
Hotel Staff AU: Exactly what it says on the tin, really, t1he circus is instead a hotel that everyone works at. Pomni is a Valet, Caine is her manager that is friendly and supportive (when he makes himself availible, that is), Ragatha is a Front Desk Auditor that helps her a lot with paperwork, Jax is a porter that never does more than his job description and screws around with his coworkers, Gangle is a bellhop who puts on a happy face for guests only to duck into the bell closet to cry about getting stiffed on tips, Zooble is a bartender at the hotel bar who doesn't talk much and leaves as soon as their shift ends but sometimes brings Pomni water or soft drinks, and Kinger is the property manager for this (and several other) hotels whose gone a little crazy from being run ragged. The main six work the same night shift schedule, dealing with all sorts of weird guests, requests and personal stresses (including some not so digital, not so doomed yuri).
Pomni is a System and Ragatha is queer: I envisioned these as not one fic but two intertwined stories; both would share a single canon and events from one would effect the other, but could be read in either order. One half of this series is Pomni's traumatic first day resulting in her splitting into a system. Below is an illustration of the colorful cast of characters this story would feature, all within the colorful character they all live in, inside-out style:
The other half focuses on Ragatha, her sewing skills, and the wonderful and horrible "personal project" that she keeps grafting to herself to cope with circus life/past traumas around her femininity. I am trying to talk around tumblers censors, so just know this: it's one part spicy fantasies, one part skin-crawling descriptions of the reality of what this sort of fabric-surgery would entail. The inflection point of these two narratives is that Pomni and Ragatha would confide their coping skills with one another and bond in the process.
One Shot where Pomni Meets Bishop: this one will make more sense after the Chess Gang Flashback, but it doesn't neatly fit into that narrative. Instead, this story finds Pomni lost in another distant courner of the circus, a land claimed by an exiled zealot. The former wants answers about the circus, the latter wants another convert to his ideology... or otherwise manipulate her to play the role he thinks is needed to be played. All told it would be a clash of chaos and order, of logic and belief, and is going to be full of emotional (perhaps even literal) bombshells.
Toy Story AU: this I came up with on a complete whim when making the poll, but I have developed the idea some what. I'm honestly torn between making Caine a human (controls the games, comes and goes as he pleases, unaware of the suffering he is inflicting on his toys, etc) and a toy in the position of Woody (lays out the rules of being a toy, his design, bringing Pomni back when she strays) but I know I want Pomni to be confused and resentful of her existence as a plaything. Her idea of an exit is the toys leaving the bedroom and forming a society out in the woods, but the other toys are skeptical of her plans. One cool thing about this story is I can call out the darker aspects of Toy Story's premise, like the fact that freezing up seems to be an involuntary reflex on the toy's part.
New person joins the circus: this would be the introduction of another oc, this one a living stuffed animal named Totes. Initially believing the circus to be a big silly drug trip, they seemingly shrug off the weirdness of the circus and embrace their half weasel, half tote-bag existence with ease... until they sober up, and Pomni finds herself having to navigate a role similar to the one Ragatha had for her when she first arrived. This is definitely one of the narratives that leans into the circus being a grim and endless cycle, and thus this fic represents an inflection point of Pomni reflecting on this shared, miserable experience.
Zooble Theseus' Ships Themself: another "throw it in" idea, but a wonderful thought experiment to explore that I imagine they have done at some point. This fic would explore the nature of a being that can swap out every part of themselves, except for an intangible piece of sapience that is not transferred to any one piece. This is proven when the reformed Zooble tries to make a second self with the swapped-out pieces, and fails.
Descendants Style story: Somebody has to do this, and in a sense many fans on Tumblr have laid the groundwork with their fan kid designs. This would take place after a sort of "balance patch" to the game that would allow the humans in the circus enough autonomy to have children in some capacity or another, and rather than going on many small adventures Caine sends a group of said descendants on a grander adventure as a sort of coming of age ritual. There will be goofy enemies, fun dynamics between the circus kids, deep existential questions on the humanity of said children, and what their future might hold being trapped in the same world as their parents.
Pomni becomes the "New Old Guard": this is the natural conclusion of the "Circus as an inescapable cycle" line of stories, with no concessions made with whimsical twists or pretense of escape. And we rip that bandaid off harshly with the first chapter detailing the abstraction of Ragatha coinciding with yet another new arrival, the combination of which triggers some horrendous PTSD and survivor's guilt. If she can make it even a quarter of the time Kinger had made it-- or even through the next week-- it will be a miracle.
Good/Steak Dinner ending: if the above was a True Bad ending, then this is the opposite. A few years after escaping the circus, the main six have gotten physical and mental therapy, as well as justice. But not much money, just enough to cover their bills and a single very nice meal for their troubles. The story of their escape and the aftermath of their stay is told as playful reminiscing over drinks and appetizers, their lasting anguishes carved out of porterhouse and ribeye entrees; as the night winds down and the humans start to return to their old lives, the second oldest member of the circus and the last victim of that digital hell get their just desserts.
So, there's the loglines for each. And as necessary I will make more art as I develop each idea/feel like I need to. But as you can see, there's a reason I am so indecisive about these ideas that I am putting these fics to committee. I think up/mentally expland upon these fics faster than I can write them, and the data I am getting from Tumblr is giving those brainstorms a direction to consistantly burrow in. Get out the vote, my fellow TADC Tumblerites!
#tadc#tadc oc#tadc ragatha#tadc jax#tadc pomni#tadc kinger#tadc zooble#tadc gangle#tadc caine#I'm trying not to spoil the current results#but the current data tells an interesting story#about the order I might tell these stories in#will probabl post about this again when the poll ends#note to self: next time#we only need one day for a poll like this
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Today was really good even though I had to stay late. All of the other surgeries were done so I didn't have to do anything while I was waiting for my last case to get done. I actually got to sit and watch most of it through the window on the tv. They have a camera hooked up to the microscope so people can see what the doctor is doing. I mostly just see cataract surgeries all day and it gets boring but this was a specialty case so it was interesting. A lot of people think it's gross but I still think it's fascinating for some reason. I'm not really looking forward to having 29 eye cases tomorrow but after that it's going to slow down significantly for a couple weeks so that will be nice. I'm also happy because I was planning on working on Monday but my co-worker offered to come in for me since she wanted the hours. There's hardly anything on the schedule that day so I didn't really want to have to go in anyway. I'm excited to have 5 days off.
I came home and made myself take a shower even though I didn't want to because I hurt. I feel a little better now that I'm sitting down. I went and got myself fast food for dinner because I was hangry and didn't feel like eating anything I have here. I ate way too much and I just don't want to get up now. I'm also really tired. I have been staying up way too late and my hours are so screwed up. I'm still having nightmares every night so I need to try to figure out how to get those under control. I somehow made it through the day yesterday on 2 hours of sleep. I went to bed a little earlier last night but it didn't help much. I haven't been waking up when I like to. I like to give myself at least an hour to wake up before I get ready but I haven't been able to do that lately. I'm going to do my best to go to bed earlier tonight so I'm not miserable tomorrow. I hope the rest of the week goes well.
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J: "Oh! That's- that's all really good." *he leads the way out of the hotel* "I've, uh, honestly been kinda hoping for an... outside perspective. The others are super encouraging and supportive but they don't... well... have much experience or insight with... stuff like this."
J: *he glances back to make sure they're alone* "See... well... with the surgeries coming up, I'm kinda... I'm not sure what to do? I want the surgeries but, um... the surgeon mentioned that, since this is Hell, there's a bit more... variety when it comes to um... like... what my dick will look like." *he grimaces, rubbing at the back of his neck* "It's also a bit... well, since I'm angelic, a surgery at all is a bit... dicier. I'm... kinda nervous, if I'm honest."
J: "And, I know there's, like, recovery times, and... I've never been hospitalized before! I've never been on bedrest! I'm a former Exorcist, we barely got days off! What if I get restless and accidentally open a wound? I mean, I've barely been able to stay on schedule for my meds because I've never had to take medication before, what if I screw this up somehow?"
J: *he sighs* "The others tell me that I don't need to worry but... I am worried. It's like- it's like I can see who I want to be, and every moment that I'm not him, I feel like... it's less possible? But every step I take towards being him is... hard. And scary."
A crash sounds as a brightly colored hellhound shaped creature is shoved though the front door. He stumbles a bit before standing up straight and begins to read off a cue card.
"Hello, my name is [insert name here]. Im here on.... Fuck, im not reading this shit. Is there someone named Dickie Jr around here?" He glances around the lobby.
@dammitdomino
J: "Uh... yeah, that's me?"
R: *smothers a chuckle* "You don't sound so sure of yourself there, Junior."
J: "In my defense, no one's ever come looking for me, specifically." *looks over to the hellhound* "Uh, but, yeah, I'm Dickie Jr. Can I help you?"
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Yep. Time to swallow pride.
So this is my current situation. I go in for surgery tomorrow morning (5 May 2022) for the orthopedic specialists to try to add pins, screws, plates, silverware, glassware, maybe a kitchen sink, etc. to try to keep my ankle rather ankle-shaped.
I registered for the surgery online. You have to make some sort of payment prior to treatment if it’s been scheduled like this, and this is what popped up:
Not that this is just the cost of the surgery.
It does not include the ten hours in the ER, will not include any medications, or follow up appointments, or therapies, or mobility aids, or anything else of that nature. I’m also expecting to be out of work for at least 6 more weeks... after missing this whole week.
I set up a gofundme to get some help. More of the “how it happened” is available through the link. The goal for the crowdfunding is only enough to cover the surgery and (approximately) the time off work.
I would really appreciate any help y’all can give - even if it’s only spreading the word around.
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when you say that boyband’s work on a shelf-life and theyre thought of as a cash crop what do you mean? that they’re only an object to the industry?
i mean, let’s break it down. boybands, more times than not, are curated by someone else. it isn’t exactly the boys that come together, find each other, and then start a career. usually, a higher up will pluck 4-5 boys from the crowd and put them in a group together expecting them to be puppets to their success. from the beginning, a boyband is fundamentally under the thumb of the industry due to their origins. then, of course, you have the image branding. these boys, at a young age, are given labels to be to sell records and garner favorites from the fans— which in turn gives more reason to sell more individual product with a certain boy on them. the boys will go through image training/publicity training, and besides putting on a character depending on their branding (zayn malik literally talked about how he couldn’t even really grow a beard in the band), they’re also walking on eggshells to present to the media in a way that is not only broad enough for most of the GP to favor them, but also to give just enough personality away that most of what one knows about them is either created in a boardroom or acts as surface level for fans to push their own attitudes onto them without compromising this carefully patched together image. this doesn’t mean these boys aren’t genuine in how they perform, but there is a lot of tightening of screws and pushing into molds at a young age that can fuck with them when carried out for long periods of time. it’s like appearing as yourself but mimicking someone else’s idea of who you ought to be. it’s the alien impersonator. it makes me think of NSYNC’s music video where they were all puppets on a string, being controlled by the omniscient puppet master. do i think that visual was pointed in makeup? not necessarily, but it is a good reference point for how i’m sure many boybands feel throughout their lifespan
then, you get into the lucrative amount of $$$ people are making off these groups. the global merchandise. the touring. the albums pumped out every 12 months. the chosen teams that surround the boys to keep them on track and keep them feeding into the machine as long as their contract permits. when the $$ begins raking in, that’s what the label begins to view you as. your expectation revolves around their bank accounts, and the more $$ you generate, the harder it is to have freedom and orchestrate a life outside of the spotlight that isn’t predominantly cast in the form of making more $$ for these companies. and these companies know that the pop-sphere only has a general attention span of 5-6 years before a revolving door of new talent comes in, so they’re even heavier handed with how they pump the content out knowing the shelf-life is waning, and there’s only a specific area of time they can milk them for what they are— using it as a justification for dehumanizing a group to line their own pockets.
and god forbid one of them tries to “mess” with that money. even if the intention isn’t malicious. take for example, Brian Littrell from the Backstreet Boys or Niall Horan. Brian had to get open heart surgery, and they pushed him back into a worldwide tour and promo cycle almost straight after. Niall Horan has had knee surgeries that were prolonged for long enough until they were mandatory and he was on crutches during promo stints. their health and well-being is on the back burner if it compromises their ability to be a cash crop. their agency is stripped to be objects to an industry who looks at them and instantly sees wealth. they walk in a room not as individual people but as a well-oiled machine, which can mess with how you think people view you outside of the group. “would these people speak with me if i wasn’t apart of this?” “would i be able to get into the studio with certain producers/song writers if i was on my own?” “would i have the same opportunities without this goliath presence on my back?” “will i always have that part of my life carried on my back, unable to pick apart if my own talents or my past talents is what’s given me the success i have now?” “is this image the only thing people see and use me for when i walk in a room now?” “what is success if it isn’t the success i had in the band?” a lot of identity issues are created in this isolated bubble, and it’s no wonder why any member of a boyband has insecurities and doubts when they leave that model, not knowing who they are or what they represent.
and finally, you have to take into consideration how tightly controlled their entire life is beyond just promo or images. their schedules are blocked months if not years in advance, not being able to have personal freedom unless it works around things that have already been confirmed for the group (i mean let’s example girl group little mix here. two of them were afraid of becoming pregnant when they did bc their schedules are confirmed ages in advance, and they thought they’d be scolded for it). their agency is gone. their independence is gone. their freedom of just existing is gone. they exist in relation to the label and their “handlers.” they have lives, and they can do things, but many of those things have to be worked through the system and approved. think about how isolating the 1D bubble was. almost none of them had gaggles of famous friends that weren’t also there to sell a certain image of the group. they were contained for most of their youth to just those five boys. from 16+, their teen years and growth into adulthood was centered around this bubble mentality. they were stunted, and you can see the affects of that even now— years later.
so, i don’t blame these groups for taking indefinite breaks or disbanding altogether. that environment is toxic and erasing and superficial. it’s harmful. and i think it’s important to know this. because there’s no foul in loving boybands/girl groups and who they are, what their music sounds like, and what they represent to you. they’re a special type of celebrity that many connect with in different ways than they do individual artists. in ways, who they showed to you was genuine and loving and their friendships within the band cannot be faked. most times, they only have each other through the chaos of fame so they rely on themselves and their fans every night as their support beams so, don’t feel guilty or shameful for liking a band and supporting a band as you weren’t the ones who created this for them— it’s the age-old history of how the boyband model operates and tbh until it “breaks” i unfortunately don’t believe it’ll be fixed.
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Delivery HCs with 1-A’s Big Three
A/N: Maybe I’m a bit biased because I want to be a pediatrician when I’m older, but I think children are the true gems of the world. I’ve seen a few deliveries in my life, and it’s a moment that not even magic can explain. I can only imagine what it’s like for the parents--to see the baby you’d start a war for if need be. So, here’s my attempt to translate that special love within a headcanon.
Enjoy and continue to stay safe honey bunnies
Also, remember to thank a (good) mother for being literal superheroes once in awhile. Delivering is no joke!
Warnings: all the wonderful things that come with pushing a baby out of a 3-4in hole
All characters are aged 18+
Midoryia Izuku:
when you and your husband got to the hospital, the nurses were suprised to find you laughing and your husband muttering
they soon came to find out he was reciting how to books about delivery
word-for-word
the buff, muscley, #1 hero who scared villains into a crime rate of 2% was wiggling his knees in fear every time you had a contraction
he was running around, calling his friends and family about how he was going to combust
asked you every five minutes if you were ready to push
“izu, honey, i don’t think it works like that”
“true....but are you ready?”
it was funny
but it stopped being funny after 14 hours of labor, when the contractions got really bad
now you were just snapping at izuku to quiet down otherwise you’d united states smash his face in
him: 😧
the nurses: 👀
he knows you’re in pain but damn
it’s a relief when you get the epidural
after that, it was a relatively smooth birth
it still hurt like hell, but your husband is holding your hand, giving you encouraging kisses
one final push and the baby is out
immediately, the little boy is screaming his head off making his presence known
you let your head fall back with a relieved sigh as your body works to get the placenta out
whiles you do tiny pushes, izuku is in a love-struck daze as he stares at your son
it’s like he has tunnel vision
suddenly, nothing in his life was ever more important than this tiny little human who couldn’t weigh more than his left hand
the nurses hand you your son and you laugh through your happy tears
“it looks like i’ve got two cry-babies to deal with now” you lovingly smile
izuku is on his knees, sobbing, kissing your forehead and rubbing his finger against his child’s cheek
he’s so thankful
he’s so very thankful, he doesn’t even know how to comprehend it
you’re the best hero in his eyes
“he’s so beautiful” he repeats, like a broken record
there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you or his son
he silently makes an oath to do everything in his power to see his family smile with security every day
izuku feels like he finally knows what being #1 truly is
Bakugo Katsuki:
pregnancy wasn’t easy for you
having twins wasn’t rare, but it made the process riskier
giving birth is still quite dangerous, like women are superheroes bruh
due to forseen complications, you were scheduled for a c-section
unfortunately, you’re blood pressure sky-rocketed and you had to deliver your babies two weeks early
on the way to the hospital, your contractions were tearing you apart
during each shake and scream you gave, katsuki would hold your shoulder and let you dig your nails into his arms
he took it without complaint
it was like you were a different person when a contraction hit
you never complained about the pain, but he could tell you wanted it to end with how your head would fall like dead weight
never admits to the few tears that slipped past his cheeks
he never wanted to see you like this again
when you make it to the hospital, they wheel you into the surgery room and he follows after
is relieved to see that you can no longer feel the contractions
in fact, even with all the IVs in you, you seem a lot better--more alert
he makes his way over to you
“sorry for the car ride. i think i drooled. i probably looked gross. still do” you joke
he speaks in the softest voice you’ve ever heard, kiss your dry lips
“no baby, you look beauitful”
and he means it
you do. you’re the most beautiful woman he knows
you feel a lot of pressure as they take the babies out, but once they do, the sounds of your children make you tear up
bakugo is frozen as he watches his babies, one boy one girl, get cleaned up
there’s a softness in the air as the nurses lay the boy on your chest and the girl in katsuki’s arms
your heart explodes with so much love that the heart monitor does a little jump that makes everyone laugh
but katsuki makes a pained expression before lowering himself so that his forehead rests beside your ear
he can’t tell what he’s feeling bc he’s felt love before but this was different
this was so overwhelming that it sent his knees buckling
you use your free hand to smooth down his hair as he cries
“thank you” is all he’s able to say until the tears are gone
Todoroki Shouto:
when shouto looks back on one of the happiest days of his life, all he feels is shame and embarrassment
he was just doing everything wrong that day
no thoughts, head empty
of course you had to go into labor the day he decided to take a tiny job 30 fucking minutes away from the hospital
he made it to you in 20, he broke several laws to do it
when he gets to the hosptial, he can barely talk
the nurses had to call you to make sure this crazy man was actually the father of your child
misses the baby floor twice
walks into the wrong room three times bc he forgot how to read
when he finally makes it to your room, he’s fed up with himself
“what took you so long? the front desk called me, like, ten minutes ago”
“i don’t wanna talk about it”
“are you having an attitude with me right now? when i’m about to deliver your child?”
shouto: ☹️
shutting up was the smartest thing he did that day
when the 15th hour of labor hit and you were gripping your husband, screaming and rocking on your knees for any type of relief, todoroki was nearly begging you to take the drugs
“sweetheart, please consider the epidural”
“no, shouto. i’m doing this without one”
“why do you want to suffer when technology and modern medicine--”
“todoroki shouto, you give me one more lesson about modern medicine and i’ll rip your quirk right out of you”
“i dont think that’s--”
the nurse finally chimes in: “sir, i mean this in the nicest way possible. shut up”
after 24 grueling hours, you’re pushing
it’s taking everything within shouto not to pass out from the blood, the screaming, and how tight you’re squeezing his hand
the baby is out and crying her little head off
you’re happy it’s all over and shouto should be too
but he’s going over the past 48hrs and letting it confirm how he’s just not set up to be a father
he’s almost grateful that you would hold her first bc he doesnt want to screw up more than he already has, but you have a different idea
understanding the emotions and self-doubt reflected on his face, you say
“shouto, i want you to hold her first”
he’s shocked and starts his stuttering, but the nurse is already on it
“you heard mama, open your arms big guy”
once the nurse helps him find a good hold, todoroki doesnt even notice the tears falling down his cheeks
“look at you,” you sniff. “you’re a natural”
his eyes are wide with child-like wonder and he manages to give you a trembling smile
“you think so?” you nod and he’s smiling so big, you wanna take a picture. “she’s so beautiful, just like her mother”
he leans down to kiss you
wonders what he did in his past life to deserve the love he was given the chance to feel today
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