#we love hypoglycemia

[shabbyshoebox]

Me, having a hot flash, anxious, can't sleep: "They Are Watching Me Through The Windows. They Are Following Me From The Outside, Walking From Window To Window As I Go From Room To Room. I Know That It's Not Happening And Everything Is Fine Supposedly But I Am FEELING WATCHED!"

Me, two minutes after finally eating something with sugar in it: "Wow that was embarrassing, that's just a backyard out there. Smh."

[geekwiththegoggles]

Went for a hike with some friends and uh, we got a little lost... But we saw a lot of cool stuff!

In order: Magellan's Peat Moss, a nice quiet moment on our hike, fledgling blueberry bush on the rise, Mayflowers amongst the COPIOUS cushy moss, and some cool 'shrooms and lichen.

Find yourself friends who are as fascinated with the world as you, fam. Then all of you go out to the woods, if you can. You get to experience some fun stuff.

[moons-and-mobility-aids]

Halo~~ can I request and Poly!Marauders (James, Sirius and Remus) x fem!reader? Where reader has recurring hypoglycemia and ends up standing the boys up on a date because her levels had been finicky all day and she forgot to tell them. So when they go find her to confront her about it they find her on the floor on like the verge of unconsciousness (or maybe she's already passed out) with dangerously low levels and help her like the good loving boyfriend's they are. Pretty please 🥺

Thank you for this request! I had fun with it, and I hope this works for you! 💞 Poly!marauders x fem!reader 💞 2.2k words

The sun dips lower in the sky, painting hues of lavender and pink across the horizon. It's the perfect backdrop for the evening you've been anticipating all week with James, Sirius, and Remus—a night filled with laughter and camaraderie. They've planned something big, no doubt; James has been jokingly boasting about his "romantic genius," while Sirius grins like a Cheshire cat and Remus rolls his eyes, though the corners of his mouth twitch upwards. Their good humour is infectious, and you can't help but look forward to whatever they have in store.

But today, your body doesn't seem to be on the same page as your mind. You've woken up with trembling hands and a light head, your blood sugar levels fluctuating in a way that makes your stomach churn. You're not new to hypoglycaemia—you've had episodes before, each one leaving you weak and shaky—but today it lingers, refusing to let go despite your best efforts to stabilise it. You push through, hoping to shake it off, but the fatigue clings to you like a second skin, weighing you down.

"Just a little rest," you tell yourself, sinking into the couch. "I'll feel better after."

Setting an alarm, you allow your eyes to flutter closed, promising yourself that it's only for a moment before you get ready. You know you should let the boys in on what's happening, but the thought of explaining—of offering up excuses yet again—seems too daunting. Too draining. Instead, you tell yourself it will pass. It always does. A quick nap should help; then you can join them, fresh-faced and ready for the evening's escapades.

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The air is thick with tension at the small restaurant where you agreed to meet. James sits with his back to the wall, his foot tapping out a rhythm of worry against the table leg. He checks his watch for the tenth time in as many minutes, his brow furrowed.

"She's late," he mutters, though everyone at the table is painfully aware. "She's never late."

Sirius glances toward the door again, his usual swagger replaced by something more akin to concern. "Maybe she got held up," he offers, but there's a tightness in his voice that belies his nonchalant exterior.

Remus's eyes flicker between the two, worry etching deep lines in his already weary face. "She would've sent word if she couldn't make it—she always does."

James rubs a hand through his unruly hair, the action doing nothing to quell the unease that creeps into every crevice of his being. "That's what has me worried," he admits, gaze far off. "It's not like her to just... vanish."

"Then we should go and see for ourselves if she's all right," Remus suggests, rising from his seat. The chair scrapes against the floor, a grating sound that mirrors the tension threading through each man's veins. "Better safe than sorry."

"Agreed." Sirius pushes away from the table, his frame rigid with an intensity borne of concern. "Let's go."

Without another word, they leave the restaurant behind, its warmth and light becoming a distant memory as they step into the biting night air. Their footfalls echo down the empty streets, a testament to their shared apprehension.

The apartment is eerily still as they approach, the silence hanging heavy in the air like a shroud. Something about it feels wrong, disjointed, and Sirius is the first to cross the threshold, his heart pounding in his chest. "Y/N?" he calls out, his voice laced with both worry and hope. But there's no answer, just the echo of his own words bouncing off the walls.

James follows closely behind him, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of you. Remus brings up the rear, his gaze taking in every detail, a frown etching deep lines into his forehead.

"Over here!" James' shout breaks the tense quietude, his voice edged with panic. He's found you unconscious on the couch, your body too still. In an instant, he's at your side, dropping to his knees and pressing two fingers against your pulse point.

"She's breathing," he says, relief washing over him, but it's short-lived. "It's shallow, though. And her pulse... It's too fast."

Before he can say anything more, Remus is already moving, his long strides carrying him to the kitchen where the emergency kit is kept. His hands are steady as he reaches for the Baqsimi nasal spray, fingers deftly peeling away the red stripe that seals it. The lid comes off with a soft pop, revealing the small device within.

Sirius kneels beside James, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb brushes lightly against your skin. His face is a mask of fear, guilt, and resolve. "Why didn't she tell us?" he murmurs more to himself than anyone else, the question hanging heavily in the air.

He turns to Remus, his grey eyes hardening. "Are you ready?"

"Always," Remus replies with a steady voice that belies the tremor in his hands. He positions the nozzle of the spray into one of your nostrils, his brow furrowed in concentration. "This should help. Just hold on."

With a gentle push, he depresses the plunger, watching as the green line marking the dose disappears. There's a collective holding of breaths as they wait for any sign of change.

"We've got to hope for the best," Sirius says, though his voice wavers slightly. "She'll pull through. She has to."

"Of course she will," James adds, his fingers tightening around yours, as if he could will you back to consciousness through sheer force of grip. His free hand finds your other cheek, his thumb tracing circles over the cool skin. "She's stronger than this."

Remus is already moving again, his long fingers sifting through the cupboards for the quick sugars he knows you keep on hand. He retrieves a carton of orange juice and a box of crackers, sparing no time in spreading peanut butter across the crackers and pouring out a glass of juice. Once prepared, he places the items on the low coffee table before sinking onto the edge of the couch. "We should give her these when she comes around."

The room falls into a tense silence as they wait, their gazes never straying far from your prone form. Sirius's hand hovers over your shoulder before finally making contact, his knuckles ghosting over the fabric of your shirt. His eyes, usually so full of mischief, are shadowed with concern. "She scared us," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

"More than that," James says, his tone gruff with unshed emotion. "I can't—"

His sentence hangs unfinished, the weight of it too heavy for words. Instead, he reaches out, brushing away a stray lock of hair from your forehead, his touch gentle, almost reverent.

And then, so faint it's nearly missed, there's a shift. A soft groan escapes your lips, barely audible but enough to cause their hearts to leap. Your eyelids flutter, struggling against the pull of unconsciousness.

"Finally," Sirius mutters, relief flooding his features even as his brows knit together in a scowl. "Took your sweet time, didn't you?"

James leans in closer, his breath hitching as your eyes begin to open. He presses a warm kiss to your forehead, lingering for a moment before pulling back. "You're okay," he says, his words more of a prayer than a statement. "We've got you."

Sirius moves to help you sit up; his touch is steady, firm yet careful, like he's afraid you might shatter at any moment. The room spins slightly as you're lifted, but Sirius' presence is grounding, a reminder of reality amidst the haze of confusion.

"Easy there," Remus says, his voice soft yet commanding. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, not quite reaching his eyes, which remain clouded with concern. He picks up the glass from the coffee table, the contents sloshing gently.

"Here," Remus coaxes, holding the straw to your lips. "Take small sips, slowly."

The juice is cold and slightly tart in your mouth, a stark contrast to the warmth spreading from your core. You reach to hold the glass, but your hands shake, the tremors betraying the weakness you feel. Remus keeps his grip on the glass, steady as always.

You try to sit up straighter, to focus on the faces hovering around you, but every movement feels heavy, slow. The room tilts a little, and you wince, shutting your eyes. When you open them again, they're still there, all watching you, their expressions etched with concern.

"What..." Your voice is a raspy whisper, barely there. "What happened?"

"Scared the bloody hell out of us, you did," Sirius says, his tone equal parts relief and frustration. He leans back in his chair, passing a hand across his face. "We found you passed out. Your blood sugar was dangerously low."

"We used the nasal spray," Remus explains, his voice steady despite the gravity of his words. "You're lucky it acted quickly."

Your brow furrows as you try to make sense of the day's events. "I—" You begin, but your throat constricts around the admission. "I didn't mean to..."

"We know," James says quietly, his hand covering yours where it rests on the cup. "But you need to tell us when you're not feeling well, love. We could've stepped in sooner."

"I didn't want to ruin the date," you mumble, guilt curdling in your stomach.

"Ruin?" Remus's eyebrows knit together. "That's not how this works." His tone is stern but laced with worry, not anger. "Your health comes first, always. You could have—" He stops, a grimace passing over his face as if the words themselves are painful. "You could have taken a turn for the worse before we found you."

"Exactly," Sirius interjects, his voice softer than before. "You don't spoil anything by telling us you need help. We love you, Y/N."

A lump forms in your throat as tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You cast your gaze down to the cup of juice. "I'm sorry."

"Hey." James reaches out, gently tilting your chin up until you're looking at him. The concern in his hazel eyes is almost too much to bear. "No more apologies, all right? Just let us help you. That's what we want."

The corners of Sirius's mouth lift into a small smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. He leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head—a gesture that feels as much a promise as it does an act of care. "Exactly. You're not getting rid of us that easily, so you might as well let us look after you."

Remus chuckles softly, though there's a tightness in his shoulders that suggests he's far from relaxed. "And speaking of which—finish the juice. Then we'll get some food in you."

"I'm fine," you murmur, but it's a feeble protest at best.

James's grin is slight, more a quirk of the lips than a full smile, but it's there, a glimmer of light amid the shadows. He picks up a cracker spread with peanut butter and extends it towards you. "Come on, open up. Don't make me do the airplane noises."

Your lips quirk despite yourself, a response to James's levity. You take the offered morsel, and for a moment, the air in the room loosens, the tension fraying at its edges as they watch you eat.

Remus shakes his head, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "You're lucky we look out for you."

"And you'll never hear the end of it," Sirius adds, his grin broadening. "We'll remind you every chance we get."

James lets out a quiet chuckle, but it quickly fades, replaced by a solemn expression. "Good," he says, his gaze steady on yours. "Because we won't let this happen again."

You finish the juice and crackers, every last crumb swept away, and as the warmth gradually returns to your body, so too does a sense of calm. James tucks a blanket around your shoulders, ensuring you're as comfortable as possible. Sirius settles beside you, his arm a steady presence around your shoulders while Remus remains at your feet, gently massaging your ankle.

James sits on the floor in front of you, his back resting against the edge of the coffee table. There's a tranquillity to him that wasn't there before, a resolution settling over his features. "You need to rest now," he tells you, not as an order but as a suggestion born from concern. "We'll stay."

"Staying?" The word slips out before you can stop it, a small voice daring to hope. "You're not leaving?"

"Absolutely not," Sirius says, his voice firm and unyielding. "We're staying here tonight. You won't be alone."

Remus's eyes lift to meet yours, meeting your gaze with a gentle warmth that defies the harsh reality of your situation. "Of course not," he replies, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Until you're fed up with us," James adds, his own grin small but genuine.

A weak chuckle escapes your lips, though it does little to alleviate the tension coiled in your chest. "I don't think that's possible."

And as sleep begins to pull you under, the last thing you feel is the pressure of Sirius's hand on your skin, grounding you in this new reality. The last thing you hear is James's voice, low and steady as he whispers, "Always."

[i-will-be-skinny-by-2025]

Fasting Facts:

-Water fasting cleanses the body, as the stored food (fat) is used rapidly and the body simultaneously expels built up toxins.

-If you are fasting for weight loss (um, yeah!!) and are following a juice or tea fast, a few days on just water will intensify the fast.

-Fasting can clear the skin and whiten the eyes and initiates rapid weight loss (yay!).

-Water fasting is not recommend for a first fast as toxins are released into the blood very quickly.

-Fasting makes it easy to overcome bad habits and addictions.

-Fasting allows you to have taste appreciation for clean, natural foods.

-Going on a fast can give you the motivation and the enthusiasm you need to make a fresh start! (And we all need a fresh start from time to time.)

Fasting Info:

-Distilled water is best for water fasting.

-Juice made w/fresh, organic fruits is best for juice fasting.

-Do not drink orange or tomato juice on a fast.

-You can dilute your pure juices w/water.

-Green juices made from leafy green veggies in a juicer are great for detoxifying.

-Pure veggie broths are good (with no seasons added).

-Herbal teas and honey can aid in fasting.

-Typical fasts (going totally w/out any solid foods) usually are performed as 3 day, 7 day, 10 day, 14 day or 21 day increments. 28+ days should be supervised. (Or at least the person fasting should let someone know they are doing it.)

-Break a fast by eating raw fruits and veggies the first five-seven days after your fast. Go back to solids slowly.

-Do not binge or overeat after the fast (or during!). Try to discover the amount of food your body really needs.

-Meditate, go for a walk, take lots of naps, journal, listen to music, take long, warm bathes and relax. This is your time for healing, losing weight and gaining self-control!

More fasting tips:

-Many people experience nausea and headaches during fasting and this is often caused by caffeine withdrawal (and we all love our caffeine here) so I recommend, if possible, if you are a heavy soda or coffee drinker start tapering off about a week before the start of your fast. This should do the trick and make it a little easier and your headaches won't be so painful.

-After your fast, when you start to eat normally try very hard not to gorge. The calories you take in directly after your fast will stay with you a lot longer than those acquired when your metabolism is up. Also, you could experience pain and become very ill.

-Don't eat a big meal the night before your fast and never end your fast with heavy foods. Keep it light w/raw or lightly steamed veggies and fruits.

-Dry skin brushing helps your skin to breathe easier and can help eliminate uric acid and other poisons from your system, taking the strain off your kidneys and liver. Start at the feet and stroke your skin towards the heart. Do these before you shower.

-Epson Salt baths are soothing to sore-achy, weak muscles and also help eliminate toxins through the skin. Warm Epson Salt baths are great during fasts.

-There are many types of fasts, here is another: The milk and fruit fast: 3x a day, a glass of milk, raw fruit and water in between.

Some more tips during your fast:

-Try to get plenty of sleep. And if you can't stand your stomach growling the first few days, and are tired of downing the H20, take a nap... listen to some soothing music and drift off.

-Get a massage. If you can afford it, or have your partner or a close friend give you a good rub down or deep tissue massage. This really soothes muscles and makes you calm and sleepy. It helps when you're having trouble sleeping due to hunger during your fast. Plus, it awakens your body, pushes the blood around, etc.

-You may feel weak during your fast so if this is the case, be careful of black outs and don't exercise until you've finished the fast... Stick to stretching, light walking and deep breathing.

-If you suffer from diabetes, hypoglycemia or other similar conditions, please be very, very careful fasting. I'd say don't fast at all but if you feel you can do it safely, you may need a slice of avocado or a banana... You could also add protein powder to your juices.

-Sometimes during a fast, the person will experience back pain. If so, a cold pack will help.

-Canker sores can be healed quicker by dabbing tea tree oil or vitamin E on it.

-If you are just too tired on your water fast, go to a juice fast and if you are already juicing, drink more carrot and melon juices for energy.

Water fasts are always the hardest but fastest for weight loss and detox.

Juice fast is next best and somewhat easier, especially for first time fasters.

You'll lose pounds faster if you have a fast metabolism and slower if you have a slower metabolism. On average, fasts allow you to lose 1-2 lbs per day. Some experience more around 3-5 lbs per day. You'll lose the most and the quickest during the beginning of your fast.

[fountainpenguin]

Went down a very specific research pipeline last night, and now you get to share it with me:

Does Dev have hypoglycemia?

Low levels of blood sugar that - when they drop - can lead to irritability, confusion, headaches, exhaustion, shaking, rapid heartbeat, blurry vision, passing out, seizures, or even death. Blood sugar can drop about 2 to 4 hours after eating; snacks and additional small meals are very needed; sugary foods like hard or gummy candies can give a quick boost, as can juice or soda. I'm continuing my research after this post, so please forgive/inform me if I've mixed up details between different types of hypoglycemia- or just got something totally wrong.

FOP: A New Wish is set in modern times (i.e. not the far future). He's allowed to have drones in the classroom with him- They're acknowledged as his assistants and the teachers know about them.

Potentially, they may function under similar rules to service dogs- another sentient creature that would be allowed in class (ignoring that Dev is sometimes away from them, or that they went into the halls on their own in "28 Puddings Later").

We know Dev is self-reliant enough to get by without his au pairs. They help him, but they're not something he needs 24/7.

Insert joke about the au pairs needing off-duty time like service dogs and sometimes they just go play. Union rules...

We know they have the capability to "alert on Dev" like service dogs... or at least, this one looked at Dev and beeped when scanning a paper, and even projected an exclamation point to catch his eye:

The visual-verbal cue combo is definitely an intentional feature (And it's not like it greeted him by name- it just beeped and he knew what it was conveying).

We know that at the end of "Lost and Founder's Day," this au pair - despite being a machine - recognized Dev was sad (or at least low energy) and patted him on the head.

Au Pair: I would hug you, but I do not have human arms or warmth.

Earlier in this episode, we see the au pairs respond to people based on data they were being fed through sensors people were wearing on their wrists. Dev might have one here, though we know he was upset to find out his dad was using them to zap people and he's sad about his dad not loving him, so it's likely he's not wearing it.

This implies the au pairs don't have enough data about most people, but they DO have internal data about Dev. If not internal, they can read him well. We do know they're good at reading cues- They get embarrassed during the festival when they find out problems have been corrected before they got there and we didn't see the Dimmlets shock anyone to prompt the au pairs to acknowledge the situation changed. What does it say about the au pairs if they're implied to be Dale's creation and they see sad Dev and think "I should hug him."

The Off Puddin' brand of pudding is so desirable that the whole class became addicted; they had withdrawals when Hazel changed her "unlimited pudding" wish to be "pudding after we take our class picture" wish- Just like everyone else, Dev was one of the affected individuals and ate all the pudding he could get his hands on.

If the pudding is that delicious, it's interesting Dev kept some (even if this is a new batch from a different pudding day) and snacked on it in Fairy World... and didn't give into impulses to eat it some random day beforehand:

I guess we can't prove it's the same brand, but it's presumably the same model from "28 Puddings Later." I think it's the only item we know he brought to Fairy World beyond clothes and one au pair that he stands on. He doesn't even use his tablet in this episode (which he's normally glued to outside of school).

We can confirm Peri didn't poof this up for him (or at least, it's very unlikely since that would've been weeks ago). Dev eats this pudding after Irep ditches him to hang out with his dad- Extremely doubtful Dev got Irep's attention for his snack. Or Dale's, for that matter (if his dad brought some).

Canonically, the principal gives Dev lots of pudding because his dad made a "generous donation" to the school. It's possible he does this often since we know Dev hoards pudding every pudding day...

... which is interesting, because in "Stanky Danky," the news describes Dale as "billionaire non-philanthropist." Investing in his child's future for the sake of good education doesn't seem to be his M.O.... although he does send Dev to a private school, so maybe.

We know Dale hates losing money, and we know he's not the best dad to Dev... but we also know Dev has an official allergy card that names him in 3rd person-

- which could imply he got this card when he was young. That's not guaranteed, but I looked at some IRL cards and some use first-person, so it's food for thought.

Possibly, his dad even took him to the doctor for official diagnosis. Lactose intolerance can be hereditary, so if Dale has it, he may have identified it immediately after Dev's first reaction. For all Dale’s faults, Dev IS still alive and not starving to death - and still lives with his dad - so it's not improbable Dale's aware of his son's food needs. On a darker note... given Dale's abusive childhood, I feel like lack of food is something he has trauma around. Also, if Dale is lactose intolerant, I'd be curious to know how Dev found out he was, as I'd assume Dale wouldn't keep dairy in the house if he can't eat it. The two logical options here are "Dale took him for an allergy test" or "Dev ate dairy outside the house and got sick, so he told his dad / the au pairs." Maybe he found out in preschool?

Dev's au pair bringing him a snack! Their boy needs to eat!

Anyway, this was all leading up to these screenshots of Dev having no fun on the walk to Signal Hill that I found funny:

No energy... need sugar... Exercise did a number on him... Hazel takes a breather by crouching for a second, but Dev just slams his face in the grass and I think that's great.

Despite Dev not liking to walk, he and Hazel stopped their treasure hunt before the final clue and walked back to the Dimmadome place for food, so that's neat to think about (especially in the context of him snacking before he left the house... How long were they out? Did he even finish his snack?)

Dev's au pair was preemptively wearing a chef's hat when he and Hazel came back to the house, so I wonder if that's his routine lunch time on weekends. The au pairs are good caretakers who know their boy's schedule and needs...

Immediately after this scene, Dale asks what Dev and Hazel are up to "this fine afternoon," so it's probably after 1 pm. Noon at the earliest, but surely not an early lunch at 11 AM. Interesting consideration for the timing of Dev's snack... It makes sense if he was out with Hazel for 2 to 4 hours before he had to go home and eat, even though they were on the final riddle.

Come to think of it, one of the things we know about Dev's house is that there's a cereal bar and Peri brings him cereal... and the woozy Peri hallucinating about bringing Dev "his favorite cereal" (during the finale) seems to get to him one way or another.

Consider... Cosmo and Wanda poofed up hard candy when Peri came over because Dev needed sugar I DID wonder what they were up to considering sugar gets Fairies inebriated...

tl;dr - I like to think the reason on paper that Dev gets his au pairs in school is for medical reasons. They track his blood sugar and keep him from, y'know... going into a seizure or passing out. I can't imagine Dale would like that happening to his son at home either (if for no other reason than because it would be a huge distraction he has to deal with).

If this is something Dev's been dealing with since he was little, that plays into the au pairs accompanying him through his early years... We know he's both lactose intolerant and extremely picky, not liking any of the cupcakes Peri poofed up despite this many attempts:

- which I cannot imagine Dale had the patience to deal with long if he was Dev's primary caretaker in his earliest years.

I was gonna make a joke about Dale hiring someone to watch Dev - and let's be real; he probably did - but also... do you think this cocky guy would spend money when "It's a baby; how hard can it be? I also eat daily- This is just efficient use of my time!"

POV: Tired single dad who's not yet finalized his au pair design walks into grocery store with baby, buys cupcakes, leaves. Confuses every parent in the parking lot when he has a fussy Dev sitting on the back of the car and he's spoonfeeding him icing. They did not go home. Next stop will be the park, where Dale falls asleep on a bench while Dev eats bugs. Some parent sees Dev eating a chocolate bar and strikes up a conversation with Dale about what a big moment it was when they treated their child to chocolate and Dale's just like "I've been feeding him that his entire life." Dale pouring a soda in his toddler's sippy cup: Don't judge me.

At a certain point, when you're a billionaire single dad running multiple businesses and you're good at robotics, there comes a time when "It would make things easier if my young child (who's a very picky eater and can't have dairy) had a drone to follow him around, alert him when his blood sugar is about to drop, or assist if he passes out" makes a lot of sense. Especially if you have major trust issues from abuse and prefer relying on your own inventions.

It was a very relieving day for Dale when he finally had a reliable au pair to leave his son with, I'm sure. Didn't accidentally kill his son!! #Not as big a jerk as you could've been!

During my original liveblog for "Battle of the Dimmsonian," I was confused about Dev going from "I need to talk to Hazel" to trying to spook her and her friends by summoning ghosts. I'm definitely not excusing his bitter attitude in general as a hypoglycemia thing, but this is an episode that would make this headcanon funny:

Peri, internally: Listen here, you little brat- I've read your file. Now eat your freakin' cupcake. Icing is good for you. Dev: These are terrible >:( I'll go without. Peri: WHY? Dev later that day: If I tell Peri I need sugar, he'll be SUCH a pain about it. I opt to suffer...

Anyway, I think it's interesting and I'm going the "au pairs help Dev with a lot of things, but one of them is hypoglycemia" direction in my City Lights AU :)

If anyone's curious, I'm doing growth hormone deficiency that also lands him with a weak immune system- another thing the au pairs help him with. My full character profile for Dev will go into extra details about his life... Fun times.

Dale, planting his whiny and sick child on the floor by his desk and handing him a tablet, juice, and a bunch of hard candy: Big Boss has a work meeting. Don't go outside or you'll die. At this point, you're sunk costs and if I lose you, I'm gonna make it everyone's problem.

Bonus Theory:

Are Doug and Dale also lactose intolerant, and did Dale kill his dad's cows?

In Season 5 - "Mooooving Day" - Doug runs a business called Dimmadome Farms, which produces extreme amounts of milk from genetically modified cows. He uses this to keep the population of Dimmadome Acres totally happy and obedient.

Doug seems convinced the milk makes people happy and that it's a good thing, but he doesn't personally drink it. It's kind of funny to think he went the route of milk because his family is full of lactose intolerant individuals who won't accidentally drink it.

Genetics - Lactose intolerance is inherited in the autosomal recessive pattern- This means either both of Dev's parents are lactose intolerant, or they personally aren't but carry the gene.

Additionally, Dev will only pass lactose intolerance to his kids if his partner also has the gene- either intolerant or a carrier.

There's a chance Dev developed it without genetics, but it looks like there's a lot more variety there than I can cover in a single post. From what I've read, it's "uncommon in babies and young children." He's 9 when "Peace of Pizza" takes place, which might strengthen the argument that it's genetic in his family.

One of the businesses Dale lists as under his possession in "Lost and Founder's Day" is Dimm-'N-Out Burgers. Presumably this is a parallel of In-'N-Out Burger, which use beef patties. Notably, this is a business made up for A New Wish- It's never been portrayed as under Doug's ownership.

If Dimmadome Farms already existed in Dale's youth, it makes sense Dale would use the cows from there- You have to do something with the ones who aren't producing milk, so why not make money?

Technically, Dimmadome Acres was wiped out by magic, but it's possible Dimmadome Farms itself was outside premises of the suburban neighborhood, so maybe there were other cows.

We know by A New Wish, Dale has established himself as a tech mogul, but he probably wasn't one straight after being rescued from 7 years of abuse, which is heavily implied to have started when he was 9 (give or take). Consider:

Doug: I'm making drinks from a labor force of enslaved individuals I've trapped underground :) His son, who recently escaped a life of being forced to make drinks for 7 years underground: This is incredibly insensitive, actually.

Hey, there's something SUPER sus about Dale's underground lemonade stand abuse starting at age 9 when his dad's milk factory is also underground in a big trapdoor and relies on trapped people for labor... Do you think Vicky found the cows when she was a kid and lured Dale down there, but he was lactose intolerant and couldn't drink mind control milk, so she moved him somewhere else... I'm connecting the dots...

It's worrisome that Doug's instinctual response to Timmy saying he didn't want to drink milk was "What a baby," and then he jumps and corrects himself to "Aw, shucks"... What conspiracy am I uncovering... Doug, let me in- I just wanna talk about the home your son grew up in.

I mean, the alt theory is that Doug built his underground dairy farm and trapped people to work in it BECAUSE Dale told him where he'd been for the last 7 years and he went "Oh, that's brilliant!" and that's also terrible??

Anyway, Doug's thing is that he's constantly jumping from one business to the next, never staying consistent (beyond the beloved Dimmadome stadium).

Knowing how he's always go-go-go, it's very probable he'd get his son involved in business young. Maybe Dale started with a burger joint until the robotics work paid off! A spiteful direction for Dimmadome Farms indeed...

Me, having a sudden realization and looking up from my notes theorizing both Dev and Dale have OCD and ADHD, then glancing at my second monitor where I have references from "Moooving Day" of Doug's meticulously arranged town of pink houses and people wearing matching outfits:

... Ah.

[dark-pink-fantasy]

panacea-wishes reblogs

general

Surf’s Up!

Short S/o

Winged!s/o

Tell Me

“I Missed You!”

S/o comes out as Bi

𝕃𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕐𝕠𝕦

One’s Comfort

Getting Lost?

An Introvert’s Perk

Fem!S/o scared of the Ocean

S/o scared of the dark

Waking their s/o up

Anxious!Fem!S/o

Confession Time!

Sleeping in Weird Places

𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐨!

S/o wears kawaii maid clothes

S/o having an anxiety attack

𝔼𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕖 ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕊𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕟𝕤

Fem!mc faints when standing up quickly

S/o unconsciously flirting with another guy

When You’re Drawing Blood

azul

Older S/o

Plus size MC

A Secret?

Sad beach birthday

A date with Azul

Cuddling with them

Talented pianist S/o

𝔸 ℕ𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥

𝔸 𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝔸𝕣𝕘𝕦𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥

Shall We Dance?

An Opera Singer

Twinning!

It Happens

S/o is sad on Mother’s Day

S/o that has a burn scar

Kabedon headcannons

S/o who keep emotions a secret

Comfort their S/o when they lost their pet

Fem!S/o who doesn't wear makeup

How To Woo Someone 101

Future child

Happy Valentine’s!

A Wonderful Voice

To Say “I Love You”

Waterbending Fun!

Body Image Woes

Sharing Clothes!

Cooking Up His Favorite Meal

【Ａ　Ｎｏｔｅ　ｏｆ　Ａｐｐｒｅｃｉａｔｉｏｎ】

SFW/NSFW【Ｂｅａ��ｔｉｆｕｌ　Ｈｏｎｅｙｍｏｏｎ】

Slight NSFW S/o is teasing them with pictures

jade

Short!S/o

Asthma!S/o

Teasing S/o

Pocky Game!

Poly w/ Floyd and Jade

Comfort & Eels

Beautiful You

Body Image Woes

To Say “I Love You”

S/O with hypoglycemia

Fem!S/o has long hair

Short and Affectionate S/o

Cuddling in their eel forms

Lay All Your Love On Me

𝓒𝓪𝓶𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓣𝓻𝓲𝓹!

Fem!s/o leaving a school dance

NSFW headcanons

floyd

Short!S/o

Little kisses

Asthma!S/o

Ticklish Mc

Teasing S/o

Glasses & Charm

𝔸 ℕ𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥

Beautiful You

Fem!S/o has long hair

𝔄 𝔔𝔲𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱 𝔎𝔦𝔰𝔰

Jealous headcanons

Beauty in the Summer

Poly w/ Floyd and Jade

S/O with hypoglycemia

From the Sun’s Wrath

Happy Valentine’s!

Goth and Cute~

Pocky Game!

A Beauty Underneath!

Wearing Something Cute!

Being Left-Handed is Cool!

𝕎𝕙𝕒��� 𝕚𝕗 𝕄ℂ 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕

Short and Affectionate S/o

Fem!s/o leaving a school dance

Fem!S/o who doesn't wear makeup

Cuddling in their eel forms

[salemofthe0pera]

apt [9301]

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

y/n: biochemical engineering major. grunge girl with hypoglycemia and a taste for all things coffee

minjeong: literature major, known as winter to most due to her instagram pictures in the snow that went viral on coquettetwt last year. barista by day and angel doll by night.

renjun: art major and photographer. the mom friend and extreme therapist to everyone in the apartment

jaemin: biomed major. literally never sleeps yet still looks like a greek god. met y/n through their first college job as waiters, which they have since quit because fuck the service industry

giselle: fashion design major. ex tenant of 9301 rip, she moved out last summer to live with a MAN. but we still love her. mcbling baddie and the real myspacemama, avid listener of 2000s r&b and cunty 2nd gen kpop girl groups.

[wazzappp]

Ok @moosemonstrous here we fuckin go.

OK SO. I apologize if it comes off more Evangellion than Pacific Rim but I thought that making The Charger more slender would help to differentiate it and allow for a focus on agility (also helps it to look more skeletal and unsettling).

The Charger is built in layers. An outer layer that constitutes the armor, a thinner covering, metal scaffolding, secondary thin covering, and then finally the essential wiring that makes the 'nervous system' of the Jaeger. Most of the damage (corruption scars, nicks, paint chipping) is just cosmetic, and the structural nature of the Jaeger is intact.

HOWEVER. The same can not be said of the reactor core. At some point (maybe during Eli's death?) corruption made its way behind the main fans of the outer engine and into the main reactor that powers the Jaeger. In theory this should lead to a catastrophic failure, but in this instance Im thinking there was a chemical reaction that essentially stabilized the corrosive nature of the Corruption (were gonna circle back to that).

For the most part my version of Robbies suit is fairly standard. I added an orange tint to his helmet screen for flavor because hey. Why not.

The spine of the suit is probably newly integrated to allow for an updated interface, I imagine theres at least a little development in the technology between the time Eli dies and Robbie comes into play. That would make the suit a weird mishmash of past and new technology which could be VERY fun.

Also I LOVED the white accents @cicada-candy added for their design but I didn't want to steal ideas so I just added it in my own places. Your art fucks severely bro I just wanted to make sure and let you know that <3

TIME FOR MY FAVORITE PART: SPECULATION ABOUT THE CORRUPTION AND ITS THEORETICAL GENETIC EFFECTS IN DOSES ON A SUBJECT!!!!!! (AKA self indulgence part 2 electric boogaloo)

I believe you mentioned the Corruption being a Neurotoxin which would be Very fun and VERY cool but I also have a suggestion. Mainly because you also referenced an increase in Robbies strength, as well as another person who got fuckin deaded shortly after.

A rapid growth in muscle density to allow for this strength would be very interesting, but why would the Corruption cause that? Simple answer; it isn't. At least not intentionally. Whats actually happening is a kind of nerve damage that changes the brains regulation of muscular exertion. Our brains really only let us use a certain percentage of our real strength, because if we just let loose and used it all we would cause significant physical damage to ourselves. Like. ripping your own tendons free from their anchors. you could break your own bones. you would die SO fast bro.

Now it is POSSIBLE to access this strength in situations of extreme stress and thats how you get people lifting cars off of loved ones, but this does still cause damage. It also gets more complicated when you consider Fast Twitch muscle reactions but for the sake of simplicity: You Would Die.

So a release of cortisol and other stress hormones, combined with a lessened ability to control strength. This means they would be USING that strength A LOT against ANYONE AND EVERYONE. But maintaining this sort of metabolism is not reasonable. Someone suffering from Corruption would likely also suffer from Hypoglycemia fatally. So extremely strong, extremely scared, and extremely short lived is the kind of deal we would be talking about here.

SO. Having said ALL OF THAT. WHAT IS ROBBIES DEAL. Well heres my proposal: The Corruption is a virus that causes neurodegenerative disease.

If Robbie was exposed to very small amounts of it as a child, it's possible it was inactive or defective, which would have allowed for an immunization point. Its also highly possible that this is a virus that can not survive (well i say survive very lightly. theres significant debate as to wether viruses are actually alive at all but I digress) outside its usual area AKA Inside a demon. He could have been exposed through contaminated water, direct contact, maybe even breathing burned version through the air. Either way, he came into contact with a weakened version of the virus and it helps him later on.

As he comes into DIRECT contact with Corruption via plugging into The Charger this is when we would start to see some more interesting effects. This Corruption would still be different though because of the aforementioned stabilizing chemical reaction in the reactor. Also, because I think Eli's DNA would be integrated into it. This provides Robbie with genetic compatibility for the virus to jump off of. Remember, viruses don't want to kill a host, they just want to reproduce as much as possible (which does end up killing a host but still). And a fun fact about viruses is that we never actually get rid of them, we just get rid of the symptoms. Once you have it its in you forever.

SO. 1. Immune response from Robbies body begins to cause the nervous damage that would allow for his rapid increase in strength. 2.Immune system recognizes the genetic material is familiar (Eli doing something good even inadvertently I guess). 3. Immune system neutralizes the virus and incorporates it into Robbies genetic coding. All good right? Happy ending? WRONG.

BECAUSE WHEN THERE ARE COPYING ERRORS IN YOUR DNA (SOMETIMES FROM VIRUSES) WHAT DO WE CALL IT?? DING DING DING 10 POINTS TO THE MUTUAL THAT SAID ✨MUTATION✨

This virus still carries genetic material from demons, this would also be getting integrated into Robbies DNA. Places like his spine which would have the most regular contact with the Corruption would probably take the brunt of these changes. It's possible that the nerve damage never truly goes away and he continuously tears and then rebuilds those muscles, resulting in overall increased strength thats technically?? stabilized?? Also I could totally see his body going 'oh shit were finally growing with decent access to fuel? BET' and just. Reactivates the growth plates in his bones ('Look! I've fixed his runt of the litter insecurity!' 'YOU FUCKED UP A PERFECTLY GOOD PILOT IS WHAT YOU DID. LOOK AT HIM. HES GOT ANXIETY ABOUT THE STATE OF HIS HUMANITY').

Oh yeah its also worth noting that this would be like. Pretty painful. We're talking constant soreness, cramps, deep aches that just won't go away. General suffering <3

Of course tapetum lucidum OF COURSE TEEF obviously as if I could go without it. You can get funky with mutations because hey. fucky wucky demon genome integration whoop whoop. Also could be interesting to see damaged areas on the Charger manifest on Robbie as damaged tissue. His skin says 'AH. Damage' and copies itself as scar tissue instead of the usual.

Oh god Ive been writing for a solid hour and a half I was supposed to be asleep a while ago ok. Moose I love this au and its making me unwell thank you for sharing with the class I hope you will consider my virus proposal for body horror purposes.

[fandoms-in-jellyfish-brain]

Free detriment fanfic ideas because I can't write

Immunity Merc! AU: Basically, Merc somehow learns that he is immune from the crystals (There is already fanart about this)

Hypoglycemic Player! Headcanon: Basically, the Player suffers from hypoglycemia, hence their excessive sugar intake

Cola Gummies: Merc gives Player Bloxy Cola flavored gummies, Player loves them

"Diabetic Acid": Bloxy Colas are so acidic that they can apparently destroy the red crystals

Reunions: Reuniting with our old friends, Sylvie, Retrauss, and Haynes. Based on the photo, the employee payout records, and whistle description back in the Player's apartment at the start of A-1 and Ispill's dialogue. (We find them in the party and warn them to evacuate but we are ignored. We are right though, and we save our friends and make amends. We also punch our old boss.)

Merc Dies: The Player doesn't go out for Bloxy Cola, Merc dies unable to fend for himself.

Ruined City: The Fluorescent District collapses due to the infestation of red crystals

Relationship Switch: We find Ispill again, except Merc is there. Merc debates whether to let the Player punch Ispill or to stop them.

Jarvsky Encounter: We save Jarvsky. He isn't too pleased with this.

ILYSM ANONNNNN

*GIVES FOREHEAD KISS ON ANON*

AHHH I MIGHT DO A HEADCANON THINGY FOR ONE OF THESE

[maykitty]

Trafalgar Law x Reader: Medicine

Warning: mentions diabetes, an incorrect dose of medicine, and sickness.

You felt ill since starting your new medication. You had the common symptoms like nausea, stomachache, and headaches. You have been taking injections for the past three days to help lower your blood sugar “You ok y/n?” Penguin asked. You look up and say “Oh yeah it's just my medicine”. “You know if this gets worse then you should see the captain”. He replied.

“No, it's fine there common side effects,” you said back. You had an issue with diabetes for a while and starting these injections was supposed to help. You read the instructions and injected the medicine as you needed. You didn't want to bother your captain with this issue. Law knows about your condition but doesn't control your medicine as you asked.

But you still felt sick after 3 days.

“Everyone, we are heading to shore to get supplies,” Law said. You finished your duties and got ready to drop anchor. The island was a cozy place with small shops and restaurants.

You and Law decided to spend some time looking around together.

He was hoping to find some medical books and Sora mech. You were looking for some crafts to do during your free time. While looking around you started to feel weird almost lightheaded. “Wha-” before you could say anything else you blacked out. “Y/n did you find what you wanted?” Law said heading back to you.

Seeing you on the ground, he rushed over trying to wake you up. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!!!” he said panicked. When you didn't wake up, he picked you up and ran back to the ship. “Hey, why is the captain holding y/n?” Bepo asked watching you two. You woke up in a bed with an IV bag attached to you.

“What happened?” you asked. “You passed out,” Law said sitting next to you. “I don't know what happened,” you said. “Have you been taking your medication?” Law said “Yeah, as I was told” you replied.

“I’ve been taking it for 3 days now,” you said. “Wait-, 3 DAYS!!!” he shouted angrily.

You were scared by his outburst not knowing what you did wrong. “YOU IDIOT, THE MEDICINE IS SUPPOSED TO BE TAKEN ONCE A WEEK” he yelled. When he said that you realized what happened and why you passed out.

“Do you realize you could die from injecting too much?” he said angrily. You had misread the instructions leading to unconsciousness. You were an idiot and nearly lost your life. “I'm sorry” was all you could say before Law left the room angry. You sat in bed thinking about the trouble you caused after being reckless.

“Hey y/n, I'm here to give you some food,” Bepo said. “Thank you,” you said softly. “Bepo, I screw up badly and now Law hates me,” you said sadly. “Captain doesn't hate you he was just scared something bad happened to you,” Bepo said back. “Captain worries about you out of love”. He added.

“This is the one thing I didn't want to happen.” “I took the medicine by myself so that I wouldn’t be in the way of the captain’s duties”. You explained. “You still should have asked him to help, something worse could have happened to you.” Bepo finished. You ate trying to increase your blood sugar to prevent hypoglycemia. “I'm going to found Law,” you said getting out of bed.

You headed to your shared room and knocked on the door. “Law, can I come in?” you asked. There was silence until you heard “yes”. You open the door and see Law sitting on your shared bed. You sat next to him on the bed and said “I'm sorry for my mistake”.

“You have died,” he said back. “I could have lost you” he added. You felt horrible at the thought of leaving Law behind due to your stupidity. You hug him wanting to make him feel better even those you were the one sick. “I promise to never be reckless again with my health,” you said.

There was a bit of silence until Law spoke up and said “Next time come to me when you take your medication so this doesn't happen again.” Law said upset. “I will” you replied in his arms. It is going to be a long week for you but as long as Law is there for support things will get better.

[knickynoo]

heyyyy so. i love your blog. and i was wondering, what you think about the headcanon that marty could be diabetic? with what little evidence we have in the movies? ( for example, him turning away peanut brittle which is ALL SUGAR, always drinking sugar free pepsi, asking for something without sugar in 55 at the diner, shoving food in his mouth after the phone call with doc in the morning before he goes to the twin pines lot, etc) i have a headcanon that doc keeps a stash of candy or snacks for marty if his blood sugar crashes or goes low. ( and i know the sleepiness and implied laziness of marty was probably due to mjf being sleep deprived but i read that thats a side effect of low blood sugar?? ) and not to mention the layers he always wears, probably bc hes cold ??? idk , ive had that hc for a while and i just wanted to know your opinions and thoughts on it ??

Ahhh, the return of one of my favorite fringe BTTF headcanons. I saw this ask initially when it popped into my inbox a handful of days ago, but I wanted to have the time to sit and answer it in depth because it really is such an intriguing headcanon. I've only ever encountered it two or so times in the fandom (and one of those times was another ask I'd gotten last year), and I do enjoy exploring the less talked about theories.

I will put this under a read more, on account of I have lots of thoughts, as well as personal experience that allows me some particular insight into how this headcanon might play out for Marty. I'm not diabetic, but I do have a condition that causes a variety of fun issues, one being hypoglycemia. Basically, I have frequent episodes of low blood sugar and need to monitor my glucose level and keep it up by eating often. That being said! Some thoughts on the "Marty is diabetic" headcanon.

• My very first thought is: this kid better be prepared and have lots of supplies stuffed into the pockets of his many clothing layers because otherwise, he's in trouble. Honestly, this is the biggest barrier for me in terms of the headcanon. Marty is on a non-stop, adrenaline fueled ride for most of the trilogy. Between the constant running and chaos and sneaking around and life and death situations, he'd need to find the time during his day for finger pricks to check his blood sugar levels, staying on top of eating regularly, and injecting insulin. That means carrying a glucometer, a lancing device, lancets, alcohol wipes, test strips, syringes, and vials of insulin. He'd likely carry a bag or something that has all this in it.

• BUT! If he left his house that evening and ventured to the mall without any supplies (thinking it'd be a quick outing), one of his first priorities upon becoming stuck in 1955 would be acquiring whatever he needed. His first opportunity for that would be once he arrives at Doc's house and convinces him he's a time traveler. After getting Doc to believe him, Marty would have to be all, "Oh, and, uh, Doc? I really hope you have some medical doctor friends or something because we need to get our hands on some supplies. Like, now."

Then, on top of all the shock that came with being hurtled through time, Marty would have the additional challenge of adjusting to 1950s era diabetes management. No at home glucometer (those weren't available until 1981), and the syringes were large and made of metal. It'd be difficult, but not impossible, for Marty to manage the disease during his travels.

• For the purposes of this hc, let's assume he somehow brought along all his supplies stuffed into secret pockets in his puffy vest. Or, perhaps he uses a portable insulin pump, which became more widely available in the 1980s. It'd look something like this.

The end of the tube would have a needle that'd be inserted under the skin on his lower abdomen, and he'd be able to dose insulin that way. The device would have to be clipped to his pants somewhere. Not sure if Twin Pines McFlys would be able to access this new (and probably super expensive) device for their son. Maybe Doc makes one for him! I could totally see him doing that.

• Anyway, in terms of Marty turning down the peanut brittle, drinking sugar free Pepsi, and asking for something without sugar, it might or might not have anything to do with diabetes in this headcanon scenario. Contrary to what many think, diabetics (type 1 at least, which is what Marty would likely have) don't need to avoid sugar. They need to be mindful of sugar just as any other person should, but they generally don't have dietary restrictions. Sugar would for sure impact his glucose levels, and he'd have to be mindful of that, but as long as he balanced it with the appropriate amount of insulin, he'd be good to go.

It could be that Marty just wants to avoid having to account for extra insulin and avoid a potential spike, so he turns down some sugary foods every so often. Diabetics have to keep careful track of how many carbs they consume, as that determines how much insulin to inject, so if Marty already took his dose for dinner, for example, it'd make sense he'd say no to the peanut brittle even if he wanted it. Otherwise, he'd have to do another injection to cover the carbs from it, and who has the time for that when you're busy sulking over the wrecked car??

• Something Marty would really need to be careful about during all his adventures is making sure his blood sugar doesn't dip too low. High blood sugar isn't good, but low blood sugar (hypoglycemia) is actually more dangerous and considered an immediate emergency. Your blood sugar can be high and rise a good deal before you start to get negative health effects, but once your blood sugar dips below 70 mg/dL, you need to treat it right away. He'd need to be eating regularly, making sure his insulin is matching the amount he's eating, and ALSO factor in that physical activity makes blood sugar levels drop. And all that running he does? Yeah, he's gonna need snacks on hand.

You mentioned sleepiness being a symptom of low blood sugar, and you're right. But if Marty is at that point, it'd likely mean he'd be having a serious hypoglycemic episode. A "normal" blood sugar range is about 80-120, though meals will bring it higher for a bit before you level back out. Once you get below 70, your brain is literally being starved of glucose, which it needs to function. Very quickly, you get hit with a lot of symptoms. Blurry vision, trouble concentrating and speaking, tremors, profuse sweating, tiredness, rapid heart rate and breathing to name a few.

If you manage to catch it soon enough, you can treat the low on your own—by eating or drinking something high carb or taking some glucose tablets—but it's also very difficult to get a meal or some snacks when you're shaking like a leaf and can't even think straight. My blood sugar dipped to 49 the other week, and I went from feeling a little off to experiencing all those symptoms in a matter of a minute or two. For Marty to reach that level in the midst of trying to repair timelines would be difficult, to say the least. An untreated low will lead to unconsciousness, seizures, and even death.

Of course, if Marty is prepared, he'd know to snack during the day to keep himself stable. And I do imagine that '85 Doc's garage is stocked with snacks good for bringing up blood sugar (especially juice, which is one of the BEST ways to bring blood sugar up quickly. My fridge is filled with it.)

• I'm a little concerned about how Marty would fare in Part III, but I assume he'd be well prepared at that point. Let's assume that when Doc came to pick Marty up at the end of Part I, he already had a supply kit ready in the car (Doc absolutely would have a kit for "just in case" that he kept in his garage and brought along if they were going somewhere, and I think he'd have the foresight to bring it to the future). Marty could then have it still for his stay in 1955 while he and Doc prepared the DeLorean for the Old West, and he'd be able to have it for his time spent there in Part III. Very large kit, okay? Doc is super prepared. Although, now that I'm thinking about it, a kit like that would probably still be in the car when Doc gets zapped to the Old West, so....not sure about this one, friends. Let's hope Marty has some stuff in his pockets and that '55 Doc can then help him out in gathering more things together for his trek to 1885.

Well. I'd say I've gone on long enough. In conclusion: Diabetic Marty is a fascinating concept and, while it'd be difficult for him, he could conceivably manage it all during the trilogy if he's careful and has Doc looking out for him as well. There are lots of "missing scenes" and things we don't see in the movies, so Marty could be using that downtime for testing and injecting and guzzling down juice.

Thanks for the ask! This was a fun one.

[berylcups]

Dolce in casual/alt clothing. 🎃 she has a cute pumpkin hair tie, ready for spooky season! Because I’m bored here’s some more dolce-y info down below 🤡

Notable quotes:

“shěn mè lái dě? shěn mè lái dě?“ (what is this? What is this?)

You guys really forget that where I come from—Singapore is like the melting pot of the East…. Well… more like a hot pot. We mixed a little but stayed separate enough to know the difference between each other’s cultures. And that includes English. I speak it. It’s just not my favorite language to speak in.”

“Is this country full of careless fools?! I put MY HANDKERCHIEF RIGHT HERE! So we can have THIS SPOT! Does Italy not respect the unspoken rule of chope-ing?! These ass-dicks moved it to the other table IN THE SUN!!! What do you mean you don’t know what Chope-ing is?! It’s putting your belongings down to reserve a seat or table! This is what we do at Hawker Centers in Singapore! I know we’re not there captain obvious! But I thought EUROPEANS were civilized!”

“I’m not dumb. I know the sign of the cross. The Father…Son…and Holy Spirit. My caretaker taught me prayers before bedtime. And… I DID go to a Boarding School in Napoli you know. I just don’t really believe. Too many rules and forgiveness. 2 things I just cannot do.”

Favorites:

Favorite Band/Artist: Jun Togawa

Favorite Color: mint green

Favorite Animal: fennec fox

Favorite Movie: grave of the fireflies (she likes to cry)

Favorite school subject: geometry

Favorite Meal:

Appetizer/Side dish: Tonjiru , miso soup with fried tofu

Entree: Chili Crab and Seafood Linguine( Filipino spaghetti is her guilty pleasure and comfort food)

Dessert: Melon sago, Halo Halo

Drink: Boss Canned coffee and Limoncello cream

Snack: Melon sorbet, seafood cup ramen

Food/Drink Dislikes:

Appetizer/Side dish:

Entree: anything that has strong smelling cheeses (Gorgonzola) she won’t let ANYONE eat it in her vicinity and beef tendon

Dessert: there’s literally no dessert that dolce doesn’t love… unless it’s Durian flavored.

Drink: umeshu

Snack: olives, cheese platter

Additional notes (any other details you wanna add about your OC?):

She picked up a habit from her caretaker that never seemed to fade. Dolce points with her lips. A Filipino trait called “pagmumurá”. Her grandparents thought it was endearing since it showed they had a close bond so they never discouraged it.

As a child she wanted to be a Star. But she learned about the tragedy of Pepsi Paloma from her caretaker so she decided she wanted to be famous from the “background” by being a fashion designer. She thinks about past child stars a lot and hopes they weren’t taken advantage of. This was a core memory for her that many adults cannot be trusted.

She has a soft spot and high respect for foreign domestic workers in Singapore. They work very hard to make higher currency to take back to their home countries. She misses her family’s caretaker Tala who she saw as an older sister/ mother figure.

Love is a powerful thing that Dolce obsesses over. She only got any love and attention from her maternal grandparents and their Filipino caretaker until her grandparents passed away from cancer and old age. Her grandparents and Dolce adored the Caretaker. When she had to go back to the Philippines Dolce felt like she was losing the closest thing she had to a real mother.

Cannot swim for her life. Her biggest fear is thalassophobia and she drowns to death in the canal after passing out from hypoglycemia.

Refers to Risotto as lǐng xiù (leader) and the boss as guai lan (irritating,loathsome, strange dick)

She reacted the most violently to Sorbets death by getting ill out of disgust and shock. She hasn’t been able to eat solid food for 2 months after that.

[thepurplecatdork]

*Health complaining ahead*

I'm the heaviest I've ever been and my health is fucked. I feel gross so I eat like shit, so I feel gross.. and what sucks is the things my body defines as Shit are not historically the things my brain would call Shit. Like just a sandwich or noodles make my whole system lose its mind.

I've been nauseous after meals on and off for over a month. My esophagus feels raw from acid. My stomach hurts, like not just a tummy ache but actual pain.

They didn't find anything on the ultrasound except the hiatal hernia we already knew about. And they're still telling me that's not the problem.

They put me on Voquezna which I loved, until it turned my pee brown. I think for that 10 days my GI system was healing, but it would have destroyed my kidneys to stay on it. They put me back on pantoprazole, aka the thing that wasn't working.

They ordered a gallbladder test for hopefully next week but if that's the issue I'm prob looking at surgery.

Last year the told me I had SIBO, gave me a round of Xifaxan and didn't bother with a follow up. They also told me I have a wheat allergy, but they couldn't confirm Celiac or EOE on the EGD. Just the hernia which again, apparently, is not the problem.

I didn't make any diet changes but now I think I need to. There's a box of gluten free spaghetti lurking in our cupboard.

I guess the reason I'm scared, the reason I haven't tried diet changes, is because right now I'm eating for comfort. I'm eating whatever I think won't come back up. I'm gaining weight even though I'm on this horrible starve-scarf rollercoaster.

And I'm scared that if I don't like the food I have to eat, that I just won't eat. Which thanks to genetic hypoglycemia, is basically a choice to stop functioning. Signing up to be incapable. Taking my brain out of my head and walking away.

So idk. I'm a hair frustrated. My mom joked that I need a team like Dr House to do a differential on me, but that's either out of my price range or not a thing that exists.

[sagescented]

I picked up some more OliPops while we were at WalMart today because the more I adjust to them, the more I love them; every flavor's been a banger so far, even if they don't exactly taste like the label. I can't hate any of them. But this time I managed to find one (1; the last) Barbie branded 'Peaches and Cream' flavored one, and I'm so excited to try it. They'd also restocked the 'Root Beer' they were out of last time. So I snagged that, too, since I liked both their 'Cream Soda' and 'Cherry Cola' flavors.

Also excited to find out that Oli's working on obtaining Kosher certification, and that Poppi's fully OU certified across all flavors (even though our store only carries 3 Poppi's); it's so hard to find Kosher food out here, and with the new dietary restrictions it's going to be that much harder for me. So I'll take any little win I can get, even if I'm only going to be keeping Kosher Style.

As a semi-related side note: I got some advice for Fast Days from my Rabbi during class yesterday, while we were talking about Yom Kippur. traditionally I've been symbolic fasting so that I can semi-participate with my health issues. But now with the DexCom showing I have critical Hypoglycemia, my GP's officially banned me from fasting entirely- especially while we try to get it under control. So my Rabbi and I went over other ways I can modify what I eat on Fast Days like Yom Kippur to honor the general ideology and purpose (like no sauces, plain foods, no sweets, etc). So that was nice!

[dark-pink-fantasy]

panacea-wishes reblogs

general

Idol group

Yσυɾ Tαʅҽ

Genie!S/o

Relax!

Best Friends

Cheerful S/o

Future child

Beautiful You

Shopping Time

I Missed You

Birthday Treat

Silent Treatment

Amusement Park Date

From the Sun’s Wrath

Talented pianist S/o

S/O with hypoglycemia

twst x yoga practice

How To Woo Someone 101

a sweet gift from him!

𝒜𝓃 𝒰𝓃𝓊𝓈𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝒫𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

Descendant of Ursula

Mc scared of heights

Anxious!Fem!S/o

Silent Treatment

A Fear of Rejection

𝔘𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔐𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠

An Introvert’s Perk

Married Life with Him

𝔼𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕖 ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕊𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕟𝕤

My Older Sibling is at School!?

the little things they love about s/o

kalim

Rock On!

Ticklish Mc

Third Eye

An Opera Singer

Shall We Dance?

mc overblotting

A Wonderful Smile!

His Heart Is Captured

Becoming Independent

A Fighter and a Lover

What kind of ring?

𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

The Beauty of Scars

The Pain of Pining

𝒞𝓊𝒹𝒹𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒦𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓂

NSFW when they’re on top.

NSFW Time for Lovin’

jamil

Shy s/o

To Smile

Modern au

A Small Crush

overblot woes

Scarlet Dance

Surprise Kiss!

Asthma!S/o

𝕃𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕐𝕠𝕦

A Magical Carpet Ride

A Mαɾƙ σϝ α Sσυʅɱαƚҽ

S/o singing for them

A Wish Come True!

Afternoon Affections!

𝒜 𝒟𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹

Gifting Him with a Bento!

A Romantic Language!

Unusual Mishap!

Going to the beach

Insecure chubby S/o

Future child

Closure

Royal!mc

A Secret?

Kitsune!Reader.

𝔼𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥

Kabedon headcannons

To Say “I Love You”

A Wonderful Voice

When You’re Secretly Dating

making them jealous

A Little Sugar and Spice

𝔄 𝔔𝔲𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱 𝔎𝔦𝔰𝔰

𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 pt.2

Twinning!

Smooth Driver

Confession Time

Cooking with Him!

Rescue is on the Way!

A Fighter and a Lover

Kiss, Kiss, Fall in Love!

Will You Marry Me?

Is Our Love Real or Fake?

mc that is surprisingly smart

A Nightmare in the Night.

Wedding with Jamil Viper!

Fem!s/o leaving a school dance

A Nightmare in the Night

Vampire Jamil with a Fem!S/o

[silentwillowwhisperer]

i'm working on a fic that doesn't seem quite right and idk why

also tw for blood and gore (idk if i need to add any more tw's)

"It started with the shaking first. He never understood it. His father did though.

Next would be nausea. Sometimes fainting. His father always forced him to eat on days like that. 

It’s gotten better, him being able to hold down on his own. When Shiro found out, neither was pleased. Hypoglycemia. It had a name. Before, all he knew was what it did to him.

Going to space didn’t help. Space goop was okay, but if he went too long sometimes he needed more than the goop to help.

Hunk was next, making sure he had a full stomach no matter what. Lunch? No way in hell was he missing it. Dinner? Training would have to wait. 

Getting stranded certainly didn’t help either. Crashing with only Lance worried him. He knows the other will find him, but how long will they have to go off the minimum? He wasn’t sure.

It started with Coran having to tell them that their Lions wouldn’t be able to pass through the area. A pod was necessary. No, he didn’t like it. But he’d live nevertheless. The flight had been shaky at first. But it had smoothed out, so he let out a pent up breath. Lance talked away beside him for a long time, just filling the air with noise. 

They never got to land the pod. It’s something Keith hates with a vengeance. The alarms went off, his stomach tightening as he turned the pod left, right, to the side, loop. The lasers kept firing. Lance kept yelling, borderline screaming. 

The crash was almost soundless. For him at least. The brief sound of metal against metal, Lance screaming, alarms blaring. Silence followed after. He wasn’t entirely sure he was awake.

Metallic smell, someone sobbing, dull alarms. Ow his head. His arm. His body. Cracking his eyes open, his breaths came in wavers. Lifting his head, he caught a glimpse of Lance. 

“Lance?” He croaked out, voice raspy.

“Oh god Keith you’re awake oh god,” Lance whimpered out, breath coming in rough pants. Blood coated his leg and side, a huge piece of metal buried into his leg. Keith could feel tears prick his eyes, stomach hurling as he saw the bone underneath. “Fuck, how are we…. Where’s….” Lance trailed off, closing his eyes as the metal shifted lightly. 

“I’m…. going to go grab the lasers okay?” Keith’s words came out wobbly, a few tears running down his face. 

“Yeah yeah, just hurry, mullet.” Lance said through gritted teeth. His eyes were scrunched up, the tear stains evident. 

Unbuckling his strap, he wobbled into the halls. It wasn’t easy by far, the pod being almost nose first in the ground. Keith himself didn’t notice the pain in his arm, the pain radiating through his shoulder until he shifted wrong. 

Ducking his head, he hisses breath through his teeth. It felt like eternity until he got to the kit, grabbing the laser cutter. 

Skidding down the hall, he grabbed a strap to slow his fall. Landing in the cockpit, he knelt by Lance. 

“Hey hey Lance keep you’re eyes open okay?” Keith says, hands shaking as he turn the laser in his hand. Lance cracks an eyes, bobbing his head as he finish’s open them. Keith would always love his eyes, one honey brown and one sea blue. 

Fumbling hands grabbed his. “Keith…. Do your best okay?” Lance’s voice wavered, tears dripping down his face. Heart in his throat, Keith couldn’t do anything but nod, pressing a chaste kiss to Lance’s wrist. 

Turning over, he presses a needle into his leg, trying to calm his own breaths. Hopefully the pain relief would kick in soon, and numb the area. 

Next was the wrap. Taking the gauze and setting it aside, he grabbed a bandage and wrapped it tightly over the wound. 

Grabbing the laser cutter, he exhales softly, slowly. Turning it one, it started cutting through the wire like butter. Kieth could feel the sweat on his face, the way his hands shook. 

Thankfully it came free quickly. “Okay okay, you’re free now Lance.” He gave him a shaky smile, trying his best to stay calm. 

The coms flickered on, and Lance leaned over, grabbing his helmet. “Guys?! Oh my god Pidge we need help!” Lance says, both a look of relief and a look of pain on his face. 

It was brief, the relief. Briefly talking with Pidge, he hands over the helmet to Keith. Taking it, Keith exhales as he puts it on his head. “Hey Pidge.”

“Okay Keith, how bad is Lance’s leg?” The other says, and he can hear the others talking in the background vaguely. 

“Bad, I can see bone.” He says in return, keeping pressure on Lance’s leg. 

“Okay I’m going to pass you over to Allura and Shiro, hold on.” They say, voice sounding shaky. 

It took forever, getting to talk to Shiro and Allura, having to amputate his leg. Having to do this alone. Getting them out of there was harder, packing a bag with everything they needed and more. Grabbing both their bayards and grabbing anything medical he needed. 

Ignoring the burning in his arm, he picked Lance up. Making his way out was easier said than done, having to several times slam into something to prevent Lance from hitting anything. 

Getting out, all that was around them was desert. He should be happy. He should feel safe. He doesn’t. 

Making a camp by the ship, he uses what water they do have to gently clean Lance’s wound, breathing calmly. 

Lance woke around what seemed to be mid-night, groaning softly. Keith turned around, violet eyes making contact with the Cuban’s. “Hey.” Was the only word that came from Keith's mouth.

Lance’s eyes were soft, kind of fogged over. Passing him a food goo packet, he hoped to whatever was out there that someone would rescue them soon. 

“It’s gone, isn’t it?” the brunet said, turning the packet around in his hands. Kieth bites down a grimace, turning his head to the side. The sigh from Lance was all he needed, tears slipping past. 

Laying down beside him, he curls around the blue paladin, hoping he can offer a little comfort. As the night grew long and the sun started to rise, he felt a sinking feeling. Danger. Fear. 

Grabbing Lance, he hefts him into his arms, ignoring that horrible burn in favor of ducking around the ship. Keen eyes watched their surroundings, going wide as he saw something swimming across the sand. 

The cold fear in his stomach made him feel sick, holding Lance close as an attempt to protect him. Watching as the thing started eating their ship, his breath hitched. Inching away from the ship until he was a fair distance away, he made as much of a break as he could.

Racing across the sand was tiring with the added weight, his shoulder burning. Lance kept a lookout for anything unusual, Keith's main focus on racing to the cliffs in the distance. Eventually he tired out, going into a walk rather than a sprint. 

The heat beating on them wasn’t as bad as the desert he grew up in. It was minor compared to that. What was getting to him, however, was the shaking and the way the world tilted on occasion. He hated it on a regular day, and today was not the time he needed it. 

Scaling a cliff with an injured Lance was harder than he thought, pain making the journey seem longer. 

“Don’t you dare slip McMullet.” Lance says, resting his head against Kieths shoulder. 

A brief scoff from the darker haired, “Such confidence in me. Don’t worry, we’re not going to fall.”

The tremble in his limbs threatened otherwise, but he refused to let it happen. An hour of climbing and he finally hit the top, his pants coming out rougher than before. The hike down the hill was something else too, trembling limbs threatening to spill him onto the ground. He made it though, resting Lance against the entrance of the cave and going inside with his bayard. 

After making sure the cave was clear he came back, handing Lance a packet of food. “Here, we need to keep up our strength.” the words felt weak, but he offered a smile. 

“Yeah, we do.” Lance took the packet, smiling at him. Kieth idly noticed the blush across his face, making a mental note to hide Lance from the sun more. He didn’t want him overheating. 

“I think I saw smoke aways away while you were climbing, could we check that out tomorrow?” Lance’s eyes watched the red paladin closely, smiling as he nodded. The smile didn’t slip past Kieth, who gave his own smile in return. 

The rest of the night was fairly uneventful, a relief to both of them. Both had slept as well as they could, which wasn’t very well. The nerves in his stomach wouldn’t leave him, an anxious energy running through him the entire time. 

Carrying Lance with an injured shoulder was hard for him. But he managed, they had to find somewhere safe to rest at one point. It always seemed to get harder when the other was pressed closer to him. He blamed the sun for the flush. 

It took most of the day to get to the area the smoke came from, cliffs making the pathway jagged and narrow. Several times Kieth swore with a vengeance, having nearly dropped Lance. It didn’t get any better from that point. Pain had flared in his arm far too many times for his satisfaction.

Settling down in another cave for a while, Kieth kept guard as Lance slept. The moon wasn’t really colored like earths. Bright blues and pink clashed above to make an array of colors, lighting the landscape. 

Unfortunately, it also complimented Lance’s face greatly. The soft blue adding to the brown hair, pink blush across his cheek. It added well to the curve of his lips as well. Jerking, Kieth whips his head away, violet eyes wide. No no no, he could not be having these thoughts right now. 

Yet his gaze was drawn to the Cuban yet again, violet eyes mesmerized by the view before him. It took a long time before he could be bothered enough to sleep, both anxiety nagging at him and the urge to witness how peaceful Lance was. The decision was made for him when his eyes drooped shut, mind falling into an almost soundless sleep. Screams echoed off the walls, down the path, feeling like it was tearing apart his head. Run, run, run. Up, down, sideways. Roll, duck, hit the panel. Racing down the tunnels. Shiro! Screams! No! Move! He didn’t move! No! Pain pain pain! Bad! No! Lance! Move move move! No! Up up up! Over, sideways, run run run! Up! Down! No! Hunk! Move! Shit! Down down down! Over! Run run run! Ow ow ow! 

Panting, running, racing down the halls. Ow, pain. Numb. Gone. Gone, gone, gone. Worthless. Never good enough. Didn’t do enough. His fault. Always his fault. Always left behind. Always abandoned. 

He didn’t wake until Lance dragged him to the side, holding him close and whispering words. He couldn't quite tell what he was saying, the words ringing over his ears."

idk if it's my writing style or what it is that's wrong with it : (

Links! Hi! I'm so sorry I left this sitting in my ask box for so long, I've been out of the groove for a bit, but I'm back and now we can talk about your writing.

Ok I just looked up hypoglycemia, and I know what it is now.

I think this is mostly a matter of what's bothering you here.

For example, if you think it's your tone of voice, what about it? One thing I've noticed about reading/writing angst, no matter what character we're talking about, is that too much gets heavy and difficult to read. I think some people (including me sometimes) decide that 'angst' means that the character must constantly be weighed down and heavy and stormy and everything has to feel kind of inescapable. That can be good for some scenes, but for a one-shot like this (about 2000 words) the only way to lighten it up is to make it longer and include lighter elements before and after the scene, or change to plot up a bit within this. (ex. we have a scene where comfort/support is offered and discussed with Keith and we let some emotions like hope or fleeting content creep in)

I do think the little bit at the end kinda shows this, at least letting Keith see some light before it gets dark again. (Sorry about my description words, I'm not sure if my dark/light/heavy concept is confusing or not)

Maaaaaybe try inserting some dry humor? Keith is a great character to use that on, but also Lance would never pass up the chance to make a stupid joke or pick up line while Keith suffers in his distress. (Make your reader laugh through their tears, 3 times out of 5, it pisses people off and I find it kinda funny.)

As for writing style, no one but you can really be the judge of that, because things like art and writing style are really objective.

Think of it like this: You know how sometimes you'll get a teacher that everyone loves but on your first meeting you trip up and do something stupid and tick them off and now you never want to show your face again and you live in perpetual fear of the 'such a fun teacher' for the rest of your life? (It's not just me, right??)

But the point is, maybe you dislike this piece of writing, but it's probably better than you think it is.

I'm gonna make this about me for a second, but hush because I have a point.

I started this blog a little less than a year ago now (it's been that long??) and I did it because I wanted to write but not be too worried about what other think of my work. Honestly, I think the best way to go in this situation is to just hit post and wait. The people on tumblr are so amazingly sweet, so you wont get hate for anything. I, for one, really like what you wrote, so deal with it.

Wait goshdangit I got sentimental, I'm sorry, I can't turn that off. Aghhhh and I was doing so GOOD at being objective. Yeah, just read through this and pick out the bits you want to listen to, or just ignore me entirely, whatever is fine.

Have a great day!