#web doctor migraine

[eridoc1]

Can a Web Doctor Help Manage Your Migraines?

Migraines are a widespread and often debilitating condition that affects millions of people around the world. Characterized by severe headaches, nausea, and sensitivity to light and sound, migraines can significantly impact daily life. With the rise of telehealth and online medical consultations, many individuals are turning to a web doctor migraine solution to help manage their symptoms. This article explores how a web doctor can assist in managing migraines and what you should consider when seeking online medical advice.

Understanding Migraines

Before discussing the role of a web doctor, it's essential to understand what migraines are and their potential triggers. Migraines are more than just severe headaches; they are a neurological condition that can cause a range of symptoms. These may include:

Throbbing or pulsing pain, often on one side of the head

Nausea and vomiting

Sensitivity to light, sound, or smells

Aura, which can involve visual disturbances or sensory changes before the headache begins

Migraine triggers can vary from person to person and may include stress, hormonal changes, certain foods, dehydration, and environmental factors. Identifying these triggers is crucial for effective management.

The Role of a Web Doctor in Managing Migraines

Accessibility and Convenience

One of the most significant advantages of consulting a web doctor for migraine management is accessibility. Many individuals who suffer from migraines may find it challenging to visit a healthcare provider in person, especially during an acute migraine attack. Online consultations provide the opportunity to speak with a healthcare professional from the comfort of your home, allowing you to receive guidance without the need for travel.

Comprehensive Assessment

When you consult a web doctor for migraines, you can expect a thorough assessment of your condition. The healthcare provider will typically ask about your medical history, migraine frequency, duration, and associated symptoms. This comprehensive evaluation is essential for determining the most appropriate treatment plan tailored to your specific needs.

Personalized Treatment Plans

Based on the assessment, a web doctor can create a personalized treatment plan to help manage your migraines effectively. This plan may include a combination of lifestyle modifications, preventive medications, and acute treatment options. Personalized care is crucial because migraines can vary significantly between individuals, and what works for one person may not be effective for another.

Medication Management

For many individuals, medication is a critical component of migraine management. A web doctor can prescribe appropriate medications based on your symptoms and medical history. This may include:

Preventive Medications: These are taken regularly to reduce the frequency and severity of migraines. Common options include beta-blockers, anticonvulsants, and certain antidepressants.

Acute Treatments: These medications are taken during a migraine attack to alleviate symptoms. Triptans and NSAIDs are common examples.

A web doctor can also help monitor your response to medications and make adjustments as necessary to optimize your treatment plan.

Benefits of Using a Web Doctor for Migraine Management

Timely Intervention

Migraines can strike suddenly and without warning, making timely intervention crucial. With a web doctor, you can receive medical advice and treatment recommendations quickly, often without the long waiting times associated with in-person appointments. This can be particularly beneficial for individuals who experience frequent migraine attacks.

Education and Empowerment

Consulting a web doctor can also provide valuable education about migraines. Understanding your condition, potential triggers, and treatment options can empower you to take an active role in managing your migraines. A healthcare provider can offer guidance on lifestyle changes, stress management techniques, and dietary considerations that may help reduce the frequency of attacks.

Continuous Support

Managing migraines often requires ongoing support and follow-up care. A web doctor can provide a platform for continuous communication, allowing you to reach out for advice or adjustments to your treatment plan as needed. This ongoing relationship can be invaluable for individuals struggling to find effective migraine management strategies.

Considerations When Using a Web Doctor for Migraines

Choosing a Reputable Provider

When opting for a web doctor, it is essential to choose a reputable healthcare provider. Look for professionals who are licensed and have experience in managing migraines. Reading reviews and checking credentials can help ensure that you receive quality care.

Preparing for the Consultation

To make the most of your consultation with a web doctor, it's helpful to prepare in advance. Keep a migraine diary that includes information about your attacks, triggers, and any medications you have tried. This information will provide the healthcare provider with valuable insights into your condition and assist in developing an effective treatment plan.

Understanding Limitations

While web doctors can provide valuable support for managing migraines, it is essential to recognize their limitations. In some cases, a physical examination or diagnostic tests may be necessary to rule out other conditions. If your migraines are severe, persistent, or accompanied by unusual symptoms, it is crucial to seek immediate medical attention.

Alternative Approaches to Migraine Management

In addition to consulting a web doctor, individuals may explore alternative approaches to managing migraines. These can include:

Lifestyle Modifications: Regular exercise, a balanced diet, and adequate hydration can play a significant role in reducing migraine frequency.

Stress Management Techniques: Practices such as yoga, meditation, and mindfulness can help alleviate stress, a common trigger for migraines.

Alternative Therapies: Some individuals find relief through acupuncture, chiropractic care, or herbal supplements. It's essential to discuss these options with your healthcare provider before trying them.

Conclusion

In conclusion, a web doctor for migraine management can be a valuable resource for individuals seeking effective treatment and support. The accessibility, personalized care, and ongoing support offered through online consultations can significantly enhance your ability to manage migraines. However, it is essential to choose a reputable provider, prepare adequately for consultations, and recognize the limitations of online healthcare.

For those seeking expert guidance and support in their migraine management journey, EIR DOC provides valuable resources and information to help you navigate your treatment options effectively. Empower yourself with knowledge and take control of your migraine management today.

[ambers-archive]

About you

In which Spencer falls in love with your words before he falls in love with you as a person

It’s 2:30 a.m., and all Spencer can do is stare at the ceiling, his migraine making him feel restless.

He’s only ever told Emily about the migraines, who now is gone.

Of course, he thinks blue light makes it worse, but he can’t help himself.

He’s been re-reading your research paper.

You’re a medical student, just starting to dip your toes into the ocean of research.

When he found yours, he’d been deep on the web, scrolling through articles. It only had around fifty reads—probably because it still needed refining and had only been published two hours ago.

The paper centered on the dismissal of female patients in medicine.

He knows he is not the target audience for your research paper, yet he can relate to your words.

His migraines have often been waved off, reduced to psychosomatic symptoms, or trivialized as “nothing serious.”

“I just want to feel safe going to the doctor,” you’d written.

He knows it’s odd to be so fixated on an article—and by extension, on you.

Your full name, along with your email, was listed at the bottom. Public information; perfectly reasonable for him to reach out, yet he resists, settling instead for reading every word you’ve written, as though someone finally understands him.

His thoughts seem to echo from your words.

“Our health is seen as us overreacting. We could be bleeding abnormally, clearly in pain—pain that’s beyond anything comparable. Yet, it will be dismissed as period pains. Cramps. ‘Just tough it out.’ It’s no accident that the word hysteria originates from the Greek word for uterus.”

"Doctors and nurses—the very people you’re supposed to trust with your life"

.Spencer reads the passage over and over, wanting to etch it into his memory.

He loves the way you write—assertive yet curious, optimistic yet grounded in reality."

He finds himself frowning reaching the bottom of your paper.

There must be more, he thinks. Do you only write research papers?

Are you a reader, too?

Feeling like a bit of a creep, he types your name into a search engine. His smile widens when he finds your blog. The page features the same painting you used for your article profile—another piece of you for him to explore.

[sicktember]

While waiting for the Sicktember 2024, June 15th reveal, check out these past prompts and collections for inspiration!

Sicktember 2023 - 2021 Past Prompts and Collections

💚2023 💚

[AO3 Collection]

Prompts List ⬇

1. Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care

2. Quest for a Cure

3. “What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?”

4. Hiding an Illness

5. Preventative Measures (Not Taken)

6. Sick and Injured

7. “You’re a Jerk When You’re Sick”

8. Persistent Fever

9. White Coat Syndrome

10. “The only place we’re going is to the pharmacy”

11. Beginner’s Guide to Faking Sick

12. Old Wives Tale

13. Anxious Stomach

14. ‘‘I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason I am’’

15. Sick in an Inconvenient Place

16. Consulting the Internet/Web MD

17. Magical Remedy/Healing Potion

18. “Wear Your Coat, You’ll Catch a Cold”

19. Curled Up With a Pet

20. Cramping Pain

21. “But if you stay, you’ll get sick too”

22. Terms of Endearment/Nicknames

23. Coughing Fit

24. “Did you just sneeze?”

25. Confused/Disoriented

26. Pink Eye/Conjunctivitis

27. Uncooperative Patient

28. “I should have stayed home”

29. Side Effects/Adverse Reaction

30. Patient 0

2023 Alternate Prompts

Alt. 1.“I Could Really Use a Hug Right About Now”

Alt. 2. Fuzzy Socks

Alt. 3. Pounding Headache

Alt. 4. Forehead Kisses

Alt. 5. “I’m so sorry”

💚2022💚

[AO3 Collection]

Prompt List ⬇

1. ‘Do You Know How To Take Care of a Sick Person?’

2.  Homesick

3.  Painkillers

4.  Hangover

5.  'Great. Now I Have Your Germs All Over Me.’

6.  Sick on vacation

7.  A cry for attention

8.  Intense coddling

9.  Home remedy

10. Excessive use of tissues/ ‘Blow Your Nose’

11. Emergency Room/ Ambulance

12. Psychogenic Fever/Stress Induced Illness

13. Seasonal/Pet Allergies

14. ‘I Might Be A Teeny Tiny Bit Sick, But It’s Fine.’' 

15. Frostbite/Sunburn

16. Care Package

17. Syncope/Fainting

18. Nausea/Upset Stomach

19. Whining/Crying 

20.  Cold Sweat

21. ‘Does this look infected to you?’

22. Common Cold/Flu

23. Tepid Bath

24. ‘I Need You To Pull Over!’

25. Acid Reflux/Heartburn

26. Tickle in the Throat

27. Sleepless Night/s

28. Chronic Illness

29. Lethargy/Exhaustion

30. ‘Get Back in Bed!’ 

2022 Alternate Prompts:

Alt. 1. Soft Pajamas

Alt. 2. Vapor Rub

Alt. 3. Cuddling on the Couch

Alt. 4. Taking a Sick Day

Alt. 5. ‘Can You Be Brave For Me?’

💚2021💚

[AO3 Collection]

Prompt List ⬇

1. Fever

2. Persistent Cough/Sniffling.

3. Chicken Pox/Rash 

4. Headache/Migraine

5. Comfort Item (Plush/Blanket)

6. Nebulizer

7. Sneaky Temperature Check

8. Contagious

9. I’m Not Sick

10. Medicine/Injection

11. Bed Rest

12. Faking it

13. Appendicitis

14. Aches and Pains

15. Quarantine 

16. Hot Water Bottle

17. Ginger Ale and Crackers

18. Fever Dream/Hysteria

19. Addiction

20. Doctor’s Visit/Check Up

21. Unlikely Caregiver

22. Toothache

23. Ear Infection

24. Sneezing

25. Sick at School/Work

26. Strep Throat/Laryngitis

27. Blankets

28. Missing Out 

29. Motion Sickness

30. Food poisoning/Allergy

2021 Alternative Prompts:

Alt. 1:  Warm Soup

Alt. 2:  Too Many Layers

Alt. 3:  Vitamin C

Alt. 4:  Stay

Alt. 5:  Asleep on the Couch

[3liza]

I fumbled a couple days of my usual high daily magnesium doses and got an oubliette style migraine about 20 hours ago so here's the new to-do list

call one of the doctors I'm supposed to be following up with (dermatology? allergist? I forget) or reschedule call for tomorrow depending on status by end of business day

answer text message about book

walk + feed dog

re-check current web project cleanup list, send

clean out and re organize house basket

move bird of paradise plant

buy shipping labels

did I pay the storage unit bill??

[simpingforwomen24-7]

It is 3am and I have absolutely nothing else to do hhshsjjs thank you for the tag @jennyandvastraflint

3 ships: Jenny/Vastra (Doctor Who), Carmilla/Laura (The Carmilla Web Series/Movie), Raggedy Ann/Babette (Raggedy Ann and Andy: A Musical Adventure)

First ship: BMBLB(Yang/Blake from RWBY)

Last song: The Fox's Wedding by MASA

Last film: Thanksgiving(2023)- just got back from watching it at the theater a bit ago lmao

Currently reading: Carmilla and Laura by S.D. Simper for the hundredth time

Currently craving: something that'll make my migraines go away. Or a seafood boil if we're talking about food.

Fav color: currently sage green

Relationship Status: In a loving relationship but for the life of me I will never understand how/lh

Last thing googled: "Electric Wheelchair" bc I do be struggling 😞

Current obsession(s): Uh jeez I have a lot rn- let's see- Skyrim, Slashers or just Horror in general, Doctor Who(specifically Jenny and Vastra), The Carmilla Web Series has been brought to the forefront of my mind once again, thank you @jennyandvastraflint, and I think finally the Raggedy Ann and Andy: A Musical Adventure movie bc who wouldn't love a soft fuzzy animated movie with queer dolls that's chock full of serotonin 🤷

No pressure tags! @grimmwizardofgregg @lil-angel-stories

[printedword]

The signs and symptoms of illness can be created in several ways: 1) exaggerations, such as the patient who claims to have devastating, incapacitating migraines but really has only occasional mild tension headaches; 2) false reports, as in the patient who groans about severe back pains but isn’t really having any pain at all; 3) falsifications of signs, as in the patient who alters a laboratory report, manipulates a thermometer or spoils a urine specimen so abnormalities appear; 4) simulations of signs and/or symptoms, such as mimicking the symptoms of a brain tumor or spitting up blood that was actually red fluid concealed in a rubber pouch inside the mouth; 5) dissimulations, which involve patients who conceal illnesses to allow them to progress before they seek medical attention (perhaps the most difficult to detect); 6) aggravations, such as rubbing dirt into a laceration from a spontaneous fall; and 7) self-induced signs or diseases, as in the patient who complains of fever and pain after actually inducing an infection by injecting herself with bacteria. As noted, sometimes the purposeful production of physical symptoms even becomes life-threatening, giving ironic truth to the original lie. Individuals apply any or all of the preceding techniques. The extremes to which simulating patients go to create the appearance of illness seem to contradict everything we know about human nature. Their self-harming methods are often so bizarre, and yet so effective, that they defy the imagination, let alone medical knowledge. Many patients simulate disease by surreptitiously giving themselves medications. For example, one man displayed symptoms of what appeared to be hypoglycemia (low blood sugar), and doctors ultimately found out that he was injecting himself with insulin despite his not having diabetes. Some patients bleed themselves to simulate anemia; others inject anticoagulants into their systems to cause a bleeding disorder or use laxatives to produce chronic diarrhea. Doctors of such patients must be more than good diagnosticians; they must also be detectives. A clinician who suspects that a symptom may be falsified or induced should be alert for various types of inconsistencies in the individual’s evaluation. The individual’s reported symptoms may contain obvious inconsistencies with his or her behavior. For example, a person may report that he or she is barely able to talk while speaking eloquently throughout the interview. The person who describes continuous disturbing hallucinations during the interview but shows no evidence of distraction illustrates this type of inconsistency. The behavior of a malingerer or factitious disorder patient may differ dramatically depending on whom he or she believes is watching. This disparity in presentation is illustrated by a person who acts in a confused, disoriented manner in the clinician’s office but, shortly after leaving, is observed by ward staff winning a brilliant game of chess. The better a clinician understands characteristics of a true illness, the more likely he or she will be able to detect its forgery.

— Marc Feldman, from Playing Sick?: Untangling the Web of Munchausen Syndrome, Munchausen by Proxy, Malingering, and Factitious Disorder

[eirdoc]

Individuals suffering from migraines can find solace in the fact that they can receive timely and comprehensive care without the stress of traditional healthcare settings.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Chapter 9 - Crimson Spider Lily

With the next day coming by much faster than anticipated, the two lovers mentally prepared themselves to brave yet another likely ghostly encounter; Though it wasn't the ghost, but Kisara's own spiritual strength that terrified the detective, well aware that she was going to use her powers to find out what happened. Only walking in someone's shoes can help you understand what one's been dealing with -- Or some kind of inspirational bullshit quote you hear in self-growth books or whatever.

Regardless, Satoru was uncharacteristically tender with the girl, settling to go as far as to brush her hair and even give her a shoulder massage, though he couldn't find the strength to give her some lame-ass pep talk. She knew well enough what she was getting into, and truthfully, they were both wary of this ghost shit. She's been possessed enough times; Heavens forbid she ends up in a coma like Hiroo, because she attracts spirits like a trouble magnet.

Yet one question remained in the back of his his head - What was that mysterious and cryptic phone call she just made?

Still, come night at the same hour, the two found Yashiki conversing with Daimon and, surprisingly enough, Banshee. The doctor reported on Madoka's vital status, which wasn't improving - Though her parameters were fine, they weren't sure how to treat her. If they suspected poison, they couldn't just randomly throw around serums and antitoxins, unless they wanted to kill her. The truth was... There was no cure for Hiroo's condition, and Kisara knew it - As long as the ghost was alive, Hiroo will remain unconscious... Or die soon.

Once more, Kisara displayed a rather uncharacteristic meerkat-like curiosity, looking around as if for something specific, only to remain fixated for 5 seconds at most, on one corner of the street nearby - However, when Satoru averted his sight that-a-way, he found nothing. Interesting. Solemn, the crowd of five entered the fancy hotel; Only Banshee went out by himself, seemingly to forage for things; Though the other four agreed to stick together and keep safe. Of course, the old man goes to wander by himself, to search for the electricity device that's supposed to control the elevator. Right at that time, both Yashiki and Kisara sink to the floor, complaining about an excruciating migraine. Though Daimon kept going on and on about medical and rational reasons, it was all but obvious ghosts were involved; How annoying. Kisara didn't want to worry her boyfriend so soon, but there was little she could do in that regard.

With Banshee gone to hell knows where, the four agreed to return to the mysterious object under the bed, now that they weren't in a rush or pressured by the malevolent intentions of their ghost girl; Much to their surprise, however - The secret object was a condom. Well, much good that did them.

Sighing in disappointment, they leave the room, only to look at the elevator doors. Mashita and Yashiki looked at each other and nodded, like-minded, putting all their strength into peering open the unbudged doors. "Whoa, you two are pretty strong!" the girl remarked, being the first to look around the opened elevator.

Though she was staring pretty fixed at the floor numbers that went to five - And even a secret 6th floor that had no accessible button - Yashiki could only stare up at the ceiling with horror, gulping at what he was seeing. "Are those spider webs?"

Not only did the detective cringe at the mere mention of those disgusting insects, but seeing his girlfriend stare with those terrified eyes at the spider silk above them, only to jump out of the elevator in the blink of an eye, with the most heartbreaking yelp, was beyond his limit. "I-I will remain at a safe distance!" she chuckled with unease. "I think the elevator buttons are interesting though. I wonder how we can access the 6th floor, if there's no button. Maybe the stairs?"

"Or maybe a code?" Daimon suggested. "I've seen that before with VIP rooms."

"Then we only have to find out the code and see how we can get this thing moving." Mashita huffed. "Easy enough. Just like Frankenstein's Monster."

"I guess we'll see what old man Banshee finds." Yashiki sighed, only to get his sight fixated on a small keyhole titled 'Fire'. He used one of the Emergency Keys, but to no avail - Being so rusty, and forcing it, it might break. He'll need to find some oil.

Out of nowhere, Daimon spoke his mind - About the purifying of ghosts, how they escaped and what not - It was finally then that he came up with the conclusion that their fight was more of a ritual than anything. As if that wasn't obvious enough. Still, this only means, in his mind, that the elevator can move not necessarily with electricity, but by doing some sort of specific ritual. How annoying.

Deciding to move away, they exit the elevator and climb up on the 3rd floor, where they find Banshee, who speaks in riddles about the painting and order you should look at them. Yes, that is peculiar, and Kisara had a similar hunch - Why else would there be a Masquerade Wife painting on each floor, one of them being in her late years, while the other being a young bride. So... In order, huh?

While the red head was staring at the old Masquerare Wife lady, the boys were hunched over the broken circuit board. Daimon says that spiders are afraid of vibrations, something that electrical devices, including that one, often create; Yashiki opened the condom wrapper and used it as a rubber band to fix the circuit breaker; And Mashita could feel an eye twitch, realising the board was enwrapped in human hair.

Going down on the lobby, Yashiki repaired that circuit board by using the metal spoon, assisted by Daimon, while the couple decided to go back to the peculiar torture guest room and figure out what's going on. The previous night, they hadn't the time to check the glorious bathroom of that place - If that door truly did, in fact, lead to a bathroom to begin with. No matter how Mashita tried to force open the door, it just wouldn't open.

"Try opening it while pushing from another direction. Not the opening or closing one - Kinda on the side of the hinge." the red head said, stepping in to assist. "Pull on the frame and I'll help."

Mashita only rose a quizzical eyebrow, but did as instructed; At once, Kisara put her hand on the side of the knob and leaned her weight towards the hinge; And magically, it opened. "Don't tell me a ghost told you how to open it."

"Nah. The doors in my grandparents' house were always busted. After getting stuck for a while, I decided to stop using the window to escape, and figured out a way to open them instead." the dark haired man simply shook his head in disbelief. What a mischief.

"That tells me more of your troublemaking, not your wit." he scoffed, getting inside the bathroom. "Do your magic. I'll check this place out. I stole your rubber gloves."

"Now that - Is wit." the girl giggled softly. "But they are small. Better pray they fit." she teased him before allowing the man to do his investigation. Then, she lethargically stepped in front of the stained wall. "Well, here goes nothing."

Satoru found the wooden horse head of the broken torture device, laying on the bathtub; The glass of the shower was painted red with bloody handprints, and he spotted some leftover vaseline they could use to get the key working in the elevator; Though the exorbitant amount of blood splattered all over the sink was quite concerning. He might be able to endure a lot, but such kind of violence wasn't something even someone like he could digest. There was only so much he could imagine, before his mind would flash with the idea of his own girlfriend being forced in such a situation, and rage would cloud his judgement.

Truth is, in a way, she was forcing herself in that situation by willingly choosing to touch peculiar residue that might be linked to ghosts and what-not. He was so deathly concerned that she would be unable to cope with this vision, or maybe the next - That the evilness in this place was so high, she would be unable to regain her senses and she'd go mad. What a scary thought.

Throwing the rubber gloves away, he rushed back in the room, only to see the doctress huddled together on the ground, trembling and weeping softly. Her arms were protectively wrapped around her petite body, and her face was buried in her knees. "I'm here." he spoke out in a low voice, making sure she is aware of her surrounding - And of him. "How bad?"

"Brutal." she sniffed, slowly unwrapping herself from her protective shell and crawling in his arms. "Men and women both... So brutal... So cruel..." and not even he was ready for what was to come, just in a story-telling way. "Such small girls... She... They... Looked so young. Some accepted drugs from their patrons. They knew what they were getting into." for once, she didn't live through the whole experience in a linear way - Perhaps it was because of the drugs... Or maybe, because there were multiple girls that got tied up to that wall and treated with such sadistic aggressiveness. "Many... Many girls... Hanging there... Degraded... Struck with such cruelty that they were left bruised and bloody. I don't get it - I don't get it at all. There's one thing to get money by having sex - But to willingly agree to having flesh split open with hooked whips?! Why- What--... That pain... That humiliation... Who LIKES that?! Who WANTS that?!"

Mashita himself felt light-headed just thinking about that - He knew of many weak men who had to feel strong by abusing women, yes; Inferiority complex and all that - But this was much beyond that. Rich men and women paying good money just to abuse squealing and weeping young girls who are into that. Masochists - Those girls are masochists. He only ever heard of religious masochists who willingly flagellate themselves to atone for their sins or whatever; Japan is a mostly atheist country nowadays, so he's never encountered any such fanatic - Though he could never discard the idea that sex-psychos were beyond him to understand, and their psychology is something that will always baffle him.

He panics inside whenever he finds a small bruise on Kisara's body, fearing that worst - That he was the cause of that, that he was too rough with her - She told him multiple times how sensitive her body can be, finding bruises out of nowhere, so much so that she overlooks them without any care. The truth in all this remains that, not only does Satoru find it hard to accept that people willingly accept pain into their life, but that some are willing to inflict it on those they care about. What a foreign concept.

"I don't know, but there are a bunch of weirdos out there." he admitted, a little bitterly. "Are you hurt?" Kisara quickly lifted her blouse up, looking for any sign of damage - There was none. She then patted her lower body, and thankfully, still nothing. "A'ight, pretty girl, let's get you up and dusted. You don't want more filth on those overly expensive clothes of yours."

"Expensive, but high-fashion couture." regaining her senses, Kisara joked light-heartedly, being helped up by her boyfriend and patting her clothes to get rid of all that dust and filth.

"... Can't deny that." he offered a small smile, before guiding her out into the hall. There, they saw Yashiki and Daimon inside the elevator, seemingly marveling around for clues.

"You may come in. We got rid of the webs." the doctor reassured them.

Mashita nodded in thanks. "Catch." he threw the vaseline bottle at his partner. Though a little weird, Yashiki knew what to do - Lathering up the key and the keyhole, he was able to turn it to the 'ON' switch. 

The elevator rumbled lightly, and moved to the 1st floor automatically. Daimon groans as he wiped sweat off his face - What a scary experience. Finally, they'll hopefully be able to go above the 3rd floor and figure out what to do with the painting order and what not.

Their first destination was Floor 4, where the gloomy hallway stretched out ahead of them through the eerie darkness, though it didn't look any bit different from the lower floors. 

Except...

As soon as Yashiki turned the light on and flashed ahead, the vivid silhouette of the raincoat-dressed ghost was smirking at them enigmatically. The grip on the flashlight tightened so hard, his hand got sweaty. Daimon took a step back. Kisara and Satoru had their guard up, though the group was well aware that the most experiences exorcisers were the ones with the most spiritual power and battles under their belt.

"Sir... Other people are unnecessary..." the girl's voice rung through their ears. Was this why she got rid of Hiroo? Because she was an extra? Then that meant... Shuuji... And maybe Banshee also? "You're the only one I want to see, sir." that's certainly not the best thing to hear. "I don't like gross or scary things..."

Kisara subtly nudged Yashiki to take some action and stop being so flabbergast; Though she's pretty sure the only way to save Madoka from her coma is to purify the ghost, perhaps any bit of info might help with the case?  Before he could, however, Daimon, as he tried to retreat one step at a time, stumbled over something and fell. Instinctively, the trio turned around to help him up and regain his composure - Only to see what he stumbled on.

It was a Banshee-Cocoon.

They've got yet another victim that succumbed to the ghost's powers, and might be in a coma. But how do they get him out of there, when they've got the spirit on their back? No - Banshee's still awake and conscious - He's struggling and mumbling desperately.

All four around tried to pry away the unexpectedly sturdy and sharp webs covering him, only for Kisara to screech - A ton of spiders started crawling all over the old man, making all jump away in shock. "E-... Ele... Ele....!!" Daimon was so panicked, his words were unintelligible, but they knew what they were trying to say.

Yashiki and Mashita turned around briefly, realising they're just within arm's reach of the ghost. They had to escape at once. With superhuman-like power, the four somehow manage to rip Banshee off the floor, carrying him like a log, inside the elevator. Kisara desperately pushes the button, while Daimon and Yashiki try to speak to the old man; Any bit of fight within him was fine - Alas, the doctor confirmed his body went rigid and he's no longer responding.

Banshee earned himself a free bed next to Hiroo Madoka, in the hospital wing. More overworking hours for Shuuji.

As Daimon focuses on helping Banshee, Mashita notices something black squirming by Kisara's shoulder; Realising what it was, he quickly flicked them off of her - If she was to violently panic over spiders as she always does, he's afraid the elevator would just free-fall.  Dealing with ghosts, however, wasn't ever easy, the detective noted, and in the blink of an eye, the entire elevator was filled with those disgusting wiggling shadows. If Kisara was petrified over the smallest spider, as small as his pinky nail... One this big might get her a sheer heart attack. How could he kill them though? There were simply so many, the entire place seemed to be flooding. Thank goodness she didn't choose a dress or a skirt - Having to feel those rapidly moving furry legs on her skin would have broken her mentally.

They come in rapidly, one after the other, a whole swarm - They all panic - As expected, Kisara shrieks and clings desperately on Mashita - She's out of the fight, there's no reasoning with her anymore. "Where are they coming from?!" Daimon gasped, swatting them off his shoulders - He was freaking out just as bad, so he's out also. Yashiki looked around, but nothing. They seemed to be gushing out of the walls or something. 

Then it clicked - Spiders hate vibrations, don't they? Sound is vibration. Kisara is already screaming - But if the others will join her, perhaps they'd fuck off already. "Hate to say it, but the only solution I can think of is screaming our way out." Though the other two men looked weirdly at him, one by one, they also understood, and did as instructed. Not many other options left.

The spiders visibly stop moving for a moment, but only for so little, before they continue swarming. They need something louder, more powerful. Yashiki takes out the mini massager and presses it against the wall, turning it on, making a growling vibration run through the walls. The spiders suddenly start acting strangely, before they vanish instantly, as if they'd only been a mirage.

"Let's get the hell outta here." Yashiki pants, feeling his throat raw from screaming.

"I-... I already hit the button a bunch of times... Why isn't it working...?" still trembling like crazy, the red head was hiding inside her boyfriend's large coat.

As if on cue, something slammed against the elevator walls, and from the small window, the soft glow of the ghost's face peered in. With everyone desperate for survival, Mashita kept slamming that damn button for the lobby, until something happened and the elevator moved.

They stumbled out of the elevator without checking where they stopped. Thankfully, it was the 1st floor and they got off right at the lobby. They escaped, barely. Kisara would take those visions any day, over being trapped in an elevator with a bunch of spiders, she thought to herself, falling to her knees next to the others and trying to regain her senses.

"What ever could have happened here?" the gang snapped their heads up, hearing an unfamiliar voice call out to them. It was a bunch of intimidating men, all ranging from mid 20s to late 40s, dressed in expensive suits and sporting traditional tattoos and katanas.

"Took your sweet time, didn't you...?" the girl sighed in relief, getting up with the help of the oldest member of the gang.

"It is you who likes tasting danger, Young Miss." the old man chuckled enigmatically.

"As if you're any better, old man." she scoffed, shaking her head at him, only for one of the youngest to get all snarky and point his sword right at her throat. "You should have taught your men better, Mr. Kazuya."

"Forgive him, Young Miss. This here is my son. I suppose I must have spoiled him a little too much." the old man slapped away the sword from his son's grasp.

"Then, do allow me to teach him a little lesson in discipline, if you wouldn't mind." with an empty smile, the red head grabbed the young one's sleeve and tugged on him, before getting a good grip and kneeing him in the gut, following with a strike in the liver and a straight uppercut to his jaw. He was on the ground, with the old man laughing at his own son.

"Erh... What exactly is going on...?" Yashiki was the first one to voice his bewilderment.

The gang members bowed at the girl. "The Young Miss summoned us to keep a look out for anyone that might bother you." the old man spoke up. "My name is Takahashi Kazuya, the leader of the Taira clan."

"Y-Yakuza...?" Yashiki's eyes widened in shock, and his complexion went white as a sheet.

"The Taira clan - I see. You have a deal with the Dean of the hospital I work at also." Daimon, although intimidated, was more familiar with these things.

"The Taira clan owns this area, so I thought we might benefit from their help." Kisara shifted her gaze from her friends, to the gang. "What the hell happened in this place?!" this time, she seemed more disgusted than anything. "This place is filth, by all means." she huffed at them.

"It brought in a lot of money. There was not much to complain about. Even the owner was conveniently easy to make deals with - A nice 75% monthly. That was good business indeed." the leader sighed, yet remained passive.

"Did you have any idea what happened in this place?" of course it was Mashita who dared speak to the gang. "This place is far more than what people would call a 'Love Hotel' or even a 'Brothel'."

"What Satoru is trying to say is - Was there any... Illegal activity going on? Or were all girls well aware of the things they'll be subjected to?" the old man looked back and forth between the two - He easily realised they were dating. Very fitting for each other.

"One does not work with a contract in this business - However, I can easily sooth your worries and vow, on the Taira name, that they could choose the kind of client they could get picked by." Kazuya cleared his throat. "Naturally, the more... Depraved, the more she was being paid for her services. A lot of them were tempted to try out new things, either for the check, or out of sheer curiosity."

"Do you trust him, Kisara?" Mashita saw the girl nod her head.

"Rest assured, young man, I would not lie to the Young Miss. I have honour, unlike a lot of these young spunks." the old man glared at the brunet. "The Hasashi Patriarch has been one of our biggest sponsor and supporter, since the War. If it is within our power, we would protect the Young Miss with all that we have."

"Coincidentally, I have also seen Mr. Kazuya more often than I saw my dad." Kisara chuckled, nodding her head. "I have one last thing to ask, before we have to leave - Did any girl die in this place? Specifically, a high-school girl."

The leader hummed, pondering for a while, before shaking his head. "I have not been made aware of any deaths or murders."

The lobby remained silent for a few seconds. "Alright then. Thank you for the aid, it was highly important." Kisara bowed at them. "Will you help us take our unfortunate friend to the hospital?" The leader made a hand move, and some of the youngsters carried Banshee into one of their vans, before welcoming Daimon into the passenger seat and driving them to the hospital. Yashiki, also, was driven home, in a separate car. "Will you tell me why are you investigate a place beneath you, such as this, Miss Kisara?" the old man's voice changed into one clearly more father-like.

"The owner of this place - He vanished, as you know. Satoru received a request to investigate a string of disappearances that feature heavily this place. You are well aware of my spiritual affinity - The ghost here is a school girl, and we have found evidence about some of your girls being high-school students who were afraid of being ratted out to teachers." the red head explained the situation. "I first thought... The ghost was a vengeful prostitute, out for blood for the way she was treated. Then... My theory shifted towards the idea that she was the schoolgirl who ratted her friends out, and she got killed in this place." she shook her head, frowning a little. "But... Nothing fits. The visions I got of this place... Were beyond depraved, but they all were consensual... The girls were enjoying all that filth. So... What is going on with this ghost?" she went in little detail about their encounter with the ghost, the two victims and the spider problem.

The old man bowed again. "I can vouch that no one was killed in this place, but I do not know about the internal affairs of this place, except that there has been no black market, pimping or slave selling in this place." that was all they needed to know.

With a thank you to the old man, the couple went in their car and drove back home. Thankfully, Satoru was behind the stirring wheel; He didn't want to exert her too much, she's been through enough.  He had to admit, his bewilderment from the spiders was temporarily glossed over by her strong relation with the Yakuza - Though he should have known - Back when they had the mark and she mentioned she comes from a wealthy family, when he implied she was related to the Yakuza; A good influence, huh? How interesting. 

They had to figure out what is going on, and soon. This day barely had any important information for the case - They have to hurry up. Who knows how long they have, before Hiroo and Banshee kick the bucket? Who knows how long before either of them get picked off also? 

He wasn't going to say anything - He just wanted to live through this mess, and for Kisara not to lose her mind. He wanted to get rid of all this ghost mess, and mentally sue Yasuoka for forcing him into this bullshit. He promised Kisara a ghost-free life, with no more of this supernatural thing to plague her - Hasn't she been through enough already? Hasn't he been through enough? If he was that brave and heroic, he wouldn't have deserted Yashiki back when he still had the curse mark, and struggling to grasp at straws and fight a bunch of ghosts - Hell, he could have been there at least for the pretty girl he had a crush on - But he didn't.

So why would he want any of this now, after he's tasted two very lovely years of domestic bliss with the girl he loves by his side?

The night was mostly silent for the two lovers - There was hardly any comfort to be brought through words, when both were death to the outside world. Instead, they mentally prepared for the incoming fight awaiting them the next day. It must have been the growing dread in Kisara's guts, or the tragic state of the two victims, Madoka and Banshee, who were under constant supervision by Daimon and the nurses.

Even their sleep was restless, dreaming of the ever-crawling spiders, and not even coffee could bring them any ounce of the usual warmth and temporary bliss.  From a silent night, to an even quieter afternoon, Kisara and Satoru drove by the hospital to check on them. True to their words, the Taira clan was diligently guarding and helping as instructed the overworked doctor. Poor Daimon - And his health was just beginning to improve a little. 

Apparently, just as Banshee woke up from his comatose state, he and Hiroo went berserk, and had to be restrained to avoid any self-harm, or damages done to the objects or the medical stuff. Not only that, but they refuse to eat, and keeping them on I.V.s is a little more than dangerous for their own safety, and it can't work forever anyway. It was no doubt the high-noon of their investigation. At such a critical point, they had to hurry and finish their purifying that night, otherwise... The consequences may as well be dire and unforgivable.

The red lights outside the rain-soaked windows look hazy like wilting crimson spider lilies. It was now or never. The final encounter between life and death.

They absolutely cannot fail.

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Oh Mondseer: the muck cob brie muenster saga...,

crafted when Wallace and Gromit returned from their trip to the moon, which I can prov-olone huck curd (within Trump con feta ration) – as cheesy poem crafted whey back when the following Gouda eye idea occurred while milking the cows.

Yea of course writing ideas unstoppably

burst asunder at the most inconvenient

opportunities such as driving Miss Daisy,

taking a shower, or using the bathroom.

Accursed ambition becoming a prolific

wordsmith (case in point Stephen King)

Woolworth riding, oddly lumbering

lackadaisical shoehorning out this

being from a self made gully. The jury

yet to decree if attempting to extricate

muss elf from tangled web of decades

old setbacks via literary output successful.

Every morning, noon and night, this chap

blunders, flounders, (like a phish out of water),

yet plod his shipshape reclusive quiet-natured

person along the boulevard of broken dreams.

Oft times, huff hind aye muss elf entering The

Dead Zone (bordering a Pet Sematary). Earlier,

a previous saunter found me surmounting

The Green Mile. Attendant in regard to these

Bag Of Bones, and Desperation to acquire

telephone contact with Cell phone quickens

pace despite Insomnia. No matter unexpected

Sleeping Beauties warrant kisses, my determination,

motivation, and slight trepidation occasionally breeds

(The Dark Half), doomsday facet deftly jackknifing lust.

Occasionally, a feeble goading simply under minds

any corporeal aim to restore endeavor to experience

Joyland. IT (creative juices within) spur meeting Rose

Red and her restorative powers. Onward atheistic

soldier goes this chap. No matter tipping point (vis

a vis hungry fatigued body clamors for Needful Things.

Revival (for food and sleep) frequently appears grim.

Downcast state of body, mind and spirit reinforced

by mirage. The Dark Tower looms ahead! Adjacent

to ominous evil looking structure silhouette casted

of a Black House. The initial ambition to ward off

abysmal results summon forth creative literary juices.

Simultaneously a migraine headache pounding pitted courtesy spluttering, nauseating, and foaming LIX spittle.

They hammer horrifically, ferociously, and diabolically.

Shades of shad rock Under The Dome. Ma noggin

Aches like The Tommyknockers! Every attempt to locate

a royal crowning coeval counterpart jinxed with laborious

ill luck. Hell in a handbasket plight usually generates

nostalgia for destiny to Carrie be back to Old Virginny.

Sage advice from Christine, Delores Claiborne, or The

Colorado Kid, yours truly blithely heeded. As a result

(The Outsider within this paperback writer wannabe)

sports defeat written all over face. Concomitant figurative

futility gussies and kickstarts leaving invisible pockmarks.

Ordinary Dreamcatcher fate invariably finds aptly named

Writer Errs Block. Need to back track arises (figuratively)

along vista. The roads have no name. They command

stubborn respect. Near impossible mission manifested

To transcend mental hindrance. This more difficult than

playing Gerald's Game. Hence sigh embrace The Shining

opportunity to avoid Misery. Doctor Sleep would undoubtedly

encourage braving, challenging self confronting The Eyes

Of The Dragon. Such a risky pursuit could force facing pitbull

Cujo. No matter gamble foisted prospect fraught frightfully

being burned at the stake by a Firestarter. Voluntary action

brings small hairs to tingle. Hunchback, sans severely curved

spine straightens. This (The Stand) ding pose offered supreme

vision as promised by The Talisman. Tidbits by me alias

Mr. Mercedes carefully just in case The Girl Who Loved

Tom Gordon chanced to stumble upon this redoubt versus

her hours spent staring at a blinking cursor. Metaphorical

po' wet tick feet took me where they would into the Shining and happy place called Willoughby located within the outer

limits of the twilight zone.

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I s2g the one good thing about my former job as a customer service rep for an online pharmacy is that I know how to navigate the tangled fucked up web of Pharmacy Hell (it's just Customer Service Reps playing Telephone between too many Doc's offices and pharmacies) (No I Am Not Kidding) but if you don't know The Secret Codes [which goddamn Number, Extension, Right Word Combo, and +decided by luck+ whether or not you've got the right rep on the other end] Your Prescription Is Statistically Doomed, this goes triple for specialty meds {don't know if your med is a speciality? Do you have a learning disorder? Mental illness requiring scheduled meds to handle? Any condition requiring scheduled meds to handle? Congrats! You're specialty! ✨Welcome to Super Hell✨}

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and essentially, the phone rep for the Insurance had to talk to the Pharmacist, THEN me, then I talk to my Neuro's rep (who prepares the paper work), who THEN has my Neuro do the Doctor Magic Spell, which gets faxed back to the speciality pharmacy, who THEN has to perform the Insurance Ritual +does this align with The Plan?+ And once that's done, the speciality pharmacy can then dispense to my Neuro who then jabs me 30+ times with ✨Botox✨

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xx111.a: The City, Insidious … Name given by all shades collectively. There aren’t many things we’d all agree upon nowadays, but the city and its ever-declining toxic nature have never been in question. I stand now on the outskirts of The City looking in from a small hill that is separated by dry sandy wasteland void of all, drawing a line separating the nothing, from a collective grand dystopia where there is anything but, nothing, overwhelmingly so … seeing The City in all its glory once again, sent shivers throughout my entire nervous system, what was left of the system that was … years of on-off eccentric mingling with lady addiction and her alluring promises to numbing the highway noise that is ever constant otherwise, Insidious. As I stand there I can see it all come back without losing myself in the flashes of migraines that start to develop known as my “cherished” memories. I am met with the bright neon lights and star-absent sky that is blocked by light polluting slightly transparent holographic advertisements that stretch city blocks. One of a giant red soft drink adorned by white lettering, with a doctor's name. Another was a giant white pill that said escape on it. A huge handgun of futuristic aesthetic named the 9 Maxim, and a giant face in all neon Red … my face … or well at least the one I share with a million other shades. It had horns coming from his forehead just above the eyebrows slightly closer to the sides of the temple than the nasal, with my red hands with black sharp claw-like nails pulling down on my lower eyelids to expose my crimson glowing eyes, and a freakishly long tongue that I surely did not share that was the color of sterling. And in big orange text above my head “The Son of” and below in big bold text “Salem” another name I had tried to forget for a time … wishing it’d just go away … for it reminded me of a brutalist era of my upbringing where it was; I was gonna bust your ass for talking to me or sharing even a passing glance, to I was gonna bust your ass for ignoring me. Either way … your ass is getting busted, regardless of size nor skill nor strength, or speed … all fell to The Son of Salem. I do indeed miss those days to some capacity, the power … the manipulating … the tormenting, and all the connections … I was indeed a spider of my own kind hanging on a web made of deceit and madness … I miss it … especially now in my peaceful more mature era. I still want more than anything to wash away any and all annoyances with violence or roar alone. But nevertheless, those days have to stay behind me if I'm to continue the path I still wish to pursue. As I look further, across the analog dead city skyline filled with digital dreams. I could see all the wasteful shining dreams glow, dreams that were never gonna outshine daybreak, none that'd be allowed past full fruition. I take a breath … slow & deep in, fast and explosive out. I knew that the second I walked towards The Gate and stepped forth into Hell. There'd be officially no turning back; That war would be officially declared … I, and I suppose Hope although absent now, war against the entire city … Insidious. I don't know the entire makeup of the now Incredulous and chaotic disorderly system. It's specs, overclocked … running hot insufficient with cooling. Which will only make life so much harder for me as I proceed through the many crypts and peaks of the now metal mental depravity. Each and every lasting shade would not only be not as I remembered … but like the system, they’d be boosted and burning, overclocked, like never seen before, they'd be … dangerous. As I stand, I start to remember a question once asked to me by a Witch. "What would you tell your younger self? What'd advice? Would they be proud of you?" I had not much to say back then. But now … I start to tear at the thought of seeing a younger version of me. What would I say? Oh, what wouldn't I say. What advice? Anything that would allow all the pain I was going to go through, happen … [To Be Continued]

[gildedwildwood]

While I do agree that Vace and Nems relationship is petty heavy handed, I do think there is some accuracy to the level of agency Sol has in their relationship compared to Instance and Tangents.

Vace and Nem are peers, and (if I’m remembering correctly) in order to break them up you have to have a very close relationship with Anemone, very solid charisma, or both.

You also have to catch it before you hit age 20. While they are still college-age teens. They aren’t married, there aren’t kids, she hasn’t yet been fully isolated from her friends and family (though it’s certainly started).

Sure, it’s probably easier than it is in real life, but it’s also not entirely out of the question that Anemone would heed the words of a very close lifelong friend, and dip while it’s still “red flag”.

Meanwhile- Instance is an adult member of the community. She’s not just Tangent’s mentor, she’s also your doctor, a friend of your parents, and she might be your mentor and/or teacher and/or boss.

Even if Sol does notice (and I do think that to some extent us as players noticing does mean that Sol as character is able to pick up on it.) Sol doesn’t have any agency to oust a prominent community member. It took a year of work to oust Lum and -everyone- hated him.

Because Sol is just a Teen. And Tangent is a Teen. And the other adults are all too busy trying to stop the colony from starving to pay attention to the emotional state that the kids are in.

With Anemone you can stick with her, and keep being friends despite her sliding face first into self-destruction, and if you have her loyalty you can convince her that the her shitty highschool/college boyfriend isn’t good for her.

With Tangent you can give her a hug, and be there when she doesn’t want to be alone, and soothe her migraine and help with her project, or talk with her about her feelings. You might even get her to reconcile with her brother. You can give her support until she has the agency to make her own choices.

For Anemone, Vace is one bad choice in a complex web of self destruction, and getting her away from him doesn’t necessarily stop that path entirely. It moves the needle, but he’s not the center of her story, just a figure in it.

For Tangent, her relationship with Instance on such a stark part of her relationship with science and herself. Her connection to Instance drives her passion for science. We see her through waves of burn out and dilemma, and it seems like at times she’s losing her passion until Instance calls her back to her work. Because Instance makes her a scientist, and being a Scientist is -who she is-.

Without Instance, Tangent would be a completely different person. From the first day we interact with her she’s already set her world view to match Instance. So the amount of influence we can have on it is minimal, we have to help Tang in other ways.

Without Vace, Anemone would still have lost Kom. Would still have come to conflict with Cal over his pacifism (we see this long before Helios drops). Would still fight with her mom about not wanting kids or babying. So we can help her cut him off, but so much of the rest is beyond our control.

In conclusion- I don’t know if I would say that one is better than the other at being a depiction of abuse. I think they both serve different purposes narratively, and the amount of agency we have to change the relationship is reflected in that.

Tangent and Instance thoughts/my Tangent theory. Spoilers for my two friends I just got into exocolonist; wait 'til you've seen the whole women's wrongs plot and then come back. @dillypillars I'm tagging you since you asked to hear my Instance thoughts.

Tangent is an abused child. Before anything else, before she's an amoral scientist or a workaholic genius, she's an abused child.

She's also brilliant. She is capable, at nine years old, of sometimes, if she overstretches herself, gives up even the little sleep she still needs with her augment, producing results on the level of an adult scientist, a habit which becomes lifelong and eventually kills her.

The only praise she cares about is Instance's, and overstretching herself like that is the only way to get that. She's taken on responsibilities most adults spend years of dedicated training to get ready for, as a preteen.

She's isolated from her peer group. In the bar arc, Dys outright tells you that since she started her gene therapies with Instance, she's thought herself smarter and better than her peers to the point that the only ones who try to keep in touch with her are Marz (who's immune to anything Tangent might say to push her away) and maybe Sol (who, if they tried to keep up with Tangent aboard the ship, is also a nerdy science kid, although not (yet) on the same level).

That her isolation is because she thinks she's smart and mature for her age (because she's being held to adult expectations and sometimes succeeding) doesn't make it any less isolation.

Instance encourages this isolation. Instance sometimes even orders it (there's a line when you approach Tangent in late-game where she's like "Instance says I'm not to be distracted by visitors").

Instance also tramples her sense of scientific ethics. Tangent comes to Sol about the engineered plague with ethical concerns about deploying it, but she's not going into that conversation with an open mind at all. She wants her friend and peer to tell her everything is alright; if Sol instead echoes her ethical concerns back to her (or comes at her with new ones), she throws up the same defenses and excuses about how she would do anything for Instance (🚩🚩🚩) that she's doubtless used to suppress those concerns for herself before.

As an aside, I also don't buy that Instance didn't start research on the Engineered Plague until ordered to do so by Lum. Tangent has mad scientist "this could change everything" moments years before in the Strato colony, when you're researching the Shimmer. It might not have been a research priority before Lum, but I don't think the evidence supports Instance not having considered inventing bioweapons to exterminate inconvenient Vertumnan species.

Then there's the epilogue; I've never seen Tangent keep the chief engineer job for more than a year despite everything Instance has done to groom her for the position (wording intentional). She's put aside a lot of her own wants and ambitions to fulfill Instance's goal of having a worthy successor, and then without Instance she realizes she doesn't even want it. If she almost built the plague, that experience is a life-defining trauma for her. She wasn't even 18 yet when she worked on that, but she trusted Instance to know what's best, did as she asked, and suffered a life-defining trauma from the moral dissonance.

One of the most glaring "something is wrong here" moments for me was one of Tangent's colony dialogue blurbs when she was like "only Instance truly respects me," she says to Sol, who she is dating at the time.

I think on some level she really believes that. There's probably some cognitive dissonance between recognizing what she has with a Sol who's approaching her on her level, for the most part, and what she has to believe for Instance (which is what she says out loud), but she navigates that anyway.

At the risk of running off even further into unpopular opinion territory, I think Tangent and Instance's dynamic is actually the better depiction of abuse in Exocolonist (which is surprising, because it's not mentioned in the game's content warnings at all). Anemone and Vace's relationship is a power fantasy of being a bystander to an abusive relationship; you catch Anemone when her heavily-armed, hyper-possessive boyfriend with anger issues is giving her the silent treatment once, tell her she deserves better than that, and she's like "you know what, you're right, I do!" and leaves him and everything is good. Tangent's is more realistic. You might not even see it unless you really focus and look. Sol doesn't see it, across multiple timelines, even if they're dating Tangent in some of them. There's nothing you can do about it; intervening even to echo thoughts she's brought to you just pushes her away. Tangent is getting an emotional need met there that she doesn't think she could get anywhere else. That's more often what it's like.

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[littlewalken]

Mar 30

The stack of analog books I was able to replace with free digital ones has gone from Shi Shi height to nearly Taffy and Jareth height, we measure a lot of things by comparing them to the bigger ball jointed dolls around here, and that was just the inside of the 4x4 book shelf. The top, except for some novels, hasn't been looked thru yet but I'm going to do 3 of the 2x2 shelves under the window.

There are still 3 other 2x2 cubby shelves, one with doll and geisha/tea ceremony books which don't need to be switched out for digital (doll books will be dealt with later) and the other two have the art and crafting books which meh.

Some of the crafting ones can go but some need to stay because it's just easier to have a paper version of the instructions.

Next step should then be to scan important books, like the Cure, Mode, and Bowie which I will be keeping but have you seen how thick the one Velvet Goldmine is based on or the Spider From Mars guy's book? Reeves needs to catch up, eh?

I still have Birth of the Modern and three giant ass Reader's Digest history ones to use as weapons against anyone who has an analog is better than digital argument.

Come move my books to my new dwelling then. I moved them here, I know what a chore it is.

something something I want to read the book, or at least part of the book, and get the information inside it, not keep a musty old book just because it's old something something

Anyone who doesn't believe in digital books is forbidden from reading any and all antique and one of a kind books that are only available in digital format. No cosmographias for you!

This also got me to thinking is the 'Little Walken Cylopedia' that grew off the idea of a commonplace book getting out of hand? That currently exists as a steadily growing folder on my puter, I save web pages and what not of things I find interesting, but there was always the wish to make a physical book of stuff I liked, stuff that inspired stories, and basic stuff I might need for writing.

Not that I would get rid of the computer folder but is the initial idea getting away from me and losing sight of what could be an organic joy?

It doesn't need to be a whole article, self, just the interesting parts and a few quotes. You'd lose things like Sid not seeing Andy out of make-up their first few meetings and not knowing what he looks like which is a fabulous idea for a story.

I also need to do something in a notebook that will stay in that notebook to help me get past what ever it is that gets in the way of that.

Which is why composition books were invented and I intend to get some.

It's also okay to do initial notes on loose paper if you need a few extra steps in organizing. My brian definitely does.

Oh, and I also stopped taking fish oil and when this latest storm came in the only thing that hurt was my arthritis so I think I know where all those recent migraines came from. If your doctor put you n fish oil and you have worsening headaches do talk to them. The jury is still out officially but how many of the people who said it didn't affect them have uteruses and ovaries?

[pinkanonwrites]

Hello! I hope you're doing well! Is it alright if I request Riddle + Octavinelle with an s/o who as iron deficiency? There's a lack of iron in their blood (which is dangerous) so they need to take supplements. Only... they keep forgetting. They get tired and sometimes get sick more easily if they don't take them. Sorry if this is too long!

Sure thing! I've recently been put on a lot of supplements and new stuff for my migraines, so this one hits close to home. Hope you enjoy it!

Straight up will just start carrying them around for you. He's definitely the most on-your-case about making sure you take your supplements, so if you forget to take them in the morning he's got backups in his bookbag ready for you.

"Did you take your supplements yet this morning?" "Damn it! No, I forgot them in the dorm." He sighs, opening his bookbag and beginning to shuffle through it. "Really now, you need to be more responsible about your health. What if I weren't here? Then you would be stuck returning to the dorm and that would make you late for your first lesson."

He only gets on your case this much because he really cares, though. He's seen when you get exhausted and woozy from forgetting your medication, and he's worried that some day you may just keel over right in the middle of class because you're forgetting to take care of yourself.

On the outside he'll be reasonably concerned for your well-being, on the inside he's drawing all these connections like a conspiracy theorist with a red web board, interweaving moments where you've seemed off, or he's been concerned about your health, or when he's seen you leaving the nurse's office. Things start clicking into place for him.

"Eating food rich in Vitamin C will help your body to better absorb iron in your daily intake as well. If you'd like, I could help you come up with some changes to your diet that are helpful while not being intrusive." Even though he's not the fondest of healthy eating, he's damn good at it, and he'll have plenty of tips to help you out that will make things just a little bit easier on you.

Unless you really put your foot down with him I think he's capable of getting borderline annoying about his concern for you. If you rub your temples or sigh too loud or complain about being tired he'll be all over you, asking about your health and if you've been taking your medication properly.

Does a fair bit of research about your condition on top of the eclectic smattering of knowledge he already seems to have, and ends up probably knowing more about your health than you do. Like Azul, he'll have recommendations for diet changes and like Riddle, he'll also keep a few of your supplements ready on hand for emergencies.

"Have you taken your supplements today?" He asks as he puts a hand over the top of your coffee, gently pushing the cup back down. "Yes, Jade, I have." "I wouldn't have to pester you so if you weren't so forgetful, you know. Alright, enjoy your drink. Though, I learned the other day that tea and coffee can stifle your body's ability to properly intake iron."

On top of reminders you set for yourself on your phone and such, Jade will have his own little reminders for you in the form of texts and post-it notes, reminding you to eat properly and when to take your medication and to not over-exert yourself. You'll find these post-it notes right when you need them, but always where you least expect them, like stuck to the inside of your textbook or the underside of your lunchtray or on Grim's back as he clambers all over you, excited for lunch time.

Not to make him even more of a weirdo than usual or anything, but Floyd can probably taste in your blood when your iron is low just by biting you. Forget needing to get your blood drawn at a doctor, just go to Floyd for a 'taste test' and he'll tell you whether or not you've been taking your medication enough.

"If you get sick I'll be really boooooooored. Then I'm gonna come bother you and I'll get sick and it'll be all your fault! He drapes himself all over you dramatically every time you mention you forgot your meds and makes a big stink about it, which helps you remember not to forget them the next time.

He'll spirit you away for a cuddle and a squeeze if he thinks you're looking a bit fatigued, snarling at anyone who tries to bother the two of you while he hogs your attention all to himself and you get some much needed relief from your lightheadedness.