#a bout of dizzyness or some shit

[cyeayt]

Back on my bullshit answer my questions

while doing some rudimentary research for this poll it has come to my attention that pins and needles are a feeling felt while the limb is asleep, not the period of intense sensation/tingling/sensitivity experienced while it comes back online. or maybe it's both? the stuff i read referred to it as tingling that happens while the limb is pinned/under pressure/numb. i cannot find anything that references what i have come to think of as "the agony" but ive referred to it as the pins and needles in the options for this poll anyway.

Mild: limb has muted sensation but can be moved and used carefully, pins and needles begin almost immediately after limb is moved from whatever position caused it to fall asleep. Pins and needles not painful and do not appear painful, and last a few seconds, person affected is capable of speech and moving other parts of their body during pins and needles, which last a few seconds.

Middle intensity: limb is numb or partially numb and can twitch but not be moved precisely. Pins and needles begin a few seconds after limb is unpinned or when it is moved. Pins and needles not painful but intense and appear uncomfortable, taking a lot of the affected person's attention/capacity. they last between 5 and 7 seconds.

Intense: limb is numb and cannot move/be used, pins and needles begin 5-7 seconds after the limb is unpinned. pins and needles are intense and may be painful or not painful but 'unbearable', causing the affected person to cry out, grimace, or otherwise appear to be in pain. Person cannot speak or move their other limbs during pins and needles, which last 10 or more seconds (without shaking) and have residual tingling for a few seconds after limb regains movement/becomes bearable to move

obviously this all depends on how long the limb was pinned but just answer whichever is the most common for you, and if you want you can put in the tags what positions make your limbs go numb/how you deal.

#polls #poll #tell me your secrets #idk i was just shaking out my hand but im sick/tired rn so i was actively crying out and was thinking #that limbs falling asleep/pins and needles are a very common and intensely unpleasant experience #and its kinda fuckin weird that we as a society dont talk about it more #and that it can be brushed off or be a single line in books n stuff #and like theres a lot of things that get done dirty in books for how intense/scary/dangerous they are irl #like the first time i got the wind knocked out of me and thought i was dying cause its only ever described as #getting the wind knocked out of you #rather than you can't feel the air coming in and out of your lungs #and the only way you can tell youre not dying is that you aren't experiencing air hunger #which can happen when you are dying in certain situations so fuck if i know #and like headrush like i see new colors/lose track of reality/twitch or faint when its real bad and in books its always like #a bout of dizzyness or some shit #and before i get called out yea i know what an iron deficiency is #also rip to all book characters who've been knocked out for several hours after a head injury or passed out from blood loss lol #anyway #then theres shit like my psycosomatic faux asthma symptoms or swallowing issure or the foot thing that are unique to me as far as i can tel #and boy howdy does that suck shit #but to conclude #bodies are weird why dont you tell me how yours works.

[weirdnessxmagnet]

25/04/2021

It was a surprise that Antonia’s shriek didn’t alert all of purgatory to her predicament. With so many of the realm’s residents busy with the most recent developments, however, there was no one presently at that end of the palace, save for Antonia and her sons. Quickly as she could, she swatted the blood vial away from the warded area and scrambled away from the line herself. In the same moment Eli lunged at his brother in retribution. “No! Eli, wait!” <Stop!> “Go get help. Find Will, or Remiel, or anyone, but go. Now, please, go.” There was a moment’s hesitation where he stared down his brother, before choosing to do as asked. 

Only once he was clear away did Toni look to her injury and realise the extent of it. Immediately she covered her mouth with her good - and now only - hand, as bile rose up in her throat. She forces it back down again, taking one deep breath and then another. She has been through worse than this. She has been through worse than this. She was bleeding from shredded arteries, alone, and there was every chance Eli wouldn’t find anyone in time. She could lose her head over this later, but not now. Not if she wanted to live. Laying down, she made the mistake of turning back towards Asher only to see and hear him tearing into what he hadn’t swallowed on the first bite, and had to roll onto her side quickly as lunch makes a reappearance. It took a few moments to control her breathing again. There was no way to elevate her legs to stave off shock, with nothing nearby to rest them on, but as she returned to her back she bent her knees and hoped it might have a similar effect. Elevating her arm is difficult, the limb feels heavier somehow, but it has to be done. Searching for a way to stem the bleeding, she gave a frustrated growl when anything she thought of would need two hands to pull off. She settled for pressing her good hand over the highest solid part of her arm where she thought the arteries should be, and took a few seconds to real from the pain the pressure brings and the sickening feeling of her mangled flesh under her fingers.

Help, she thinks, call for help. Her phone is in her pocket, but she has to take pressure off her arm to get it. Quickly, then. She pulls the phone out of her pocket, moves it to where she can see the screen on the ground beside her, then wipes her hands on her pants before putting pressure back on her arm, and only realises the last two steps were in a poor order after she began deciding what to do next.

She had no way in or out of purgatory alone, even if (and today, that was a big if) Ig picked up someone would need to transport one of them. So then, better to call Zeke first. She let go of her arm again, wiped the blood from her fingers again, and quickly taps her phone through to recording a voice message before returning pressure to her arm.

"Zeke, get back to purgatory. Call Ignatius Gryder from my phone. Now. Right now. Shit damnit fuck shit oww ow.” She gasped as the recording ran out, sounds of crunching bone echoing in the background. Sending it off she switched recipients to the one overworked supernatural doctor. "Going to faint. Meet me at your clinic. Sorry. Iknowtoday..." She did not, in fact, faint, but a bout of dizzyness took her over and the message ran out before she could finish it. Quick as she could, she sent it off, not risking a second attempt, and returned to slowing her bleeding as best as she was able.

By the time help arrived, it was a struggle to focus on anything at all.

She woke in the clinic some time later, how much remained to be seen, arm still burning, but at least clean and dressed, to a message from Ig that she would address immediately - god she hoped he made it back on time - and another from Han that would have to wait. Zeke sat in the visitors chair, with Eli on his lap.

“Are you sure you didn’t have these kids with werewolves?”

#drabble #An Event #And only three years late!

[phantom-wolf]

@usukweek

Day 6 prompt: mythology

A/N Before we begin just wanted to spew some mythology at you

I'm no expert but a Púca seems to be a shape shifting spirit that can take the form of a rabbit, goat, cat, dog and a horse. They usually have black fur with golden eyes. If they are to take the form of a human they're usually left with some animal feature (for example bunny ears). The mythology is sorta vague about whether they're good or bad (they can both help or hinder) but a common theme amongst them is misheviousness. They try to lure people onto their backs and then they give them a terifying ride throughout the whole area and then return them to where they found them.

Dryads are female but for the sake of the story male dryad's are very very rare and are often regarded as black sheep. They tend to be isolated from the other dryads.

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The thunder of hooves silenced the songbirds that sat perched on branches above. Frantic puffs of breath escaped flaring nostrils as the stallion struggled to intake oxygen caused by the gallop he was currently partaking in. Branches like nimble fingers reached out, brushing the animals side pulling on his flank and ocassionally creating small incisions. His black fur glinted when struck correctly by the ocassional sunlight that broke through the canopy of the forest, enabled by the crimson liquid leaking freely out of the gashes on the others neck and shoulders. The horse's mane and tail bounced freely coinciding with the ferocity of his stride despite the roots and broken sticks set on the ground that slowed him. The incessent buzzing of insects as they tried to feast on his open wounds were an annoyance however more pressing concerns weighing on his mind so he did not take the time to stop. His ears swiveled back to the sound of furious shouts that had persisted the whole time and refused to dissipate encouraged by the crimsion trail left in the stallions wake. He felt himself jolt forwards before he even knew what happened. His body reacted before his mind could the cracking displaced bones and joints overshadowing the snap of the bones in his left leg. Beast was replaced by man who promptly passed out from the connection of his skull and the ground.

When he came too he blinked, slowly taking in his surroudings. It took him a moment to realize that everything was sideways. He lifted his head to take in his surrounds but the movement made him dizzy. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut taking a moment to rid himself of the dizzyness. He rested his head against the ground once more opting to not move. Instead he opened his eyes watching the sunlight cast shadows that flickered along the ground. He gave another groan his whole body aching from the impromptu shift. Oh how gravity hated him. Actually correction the universe hated him.

A soft thumping gradually moved closer. He recognized the sound as footsteps drawing nearer and yet he couldn't bring himself to look behind him. Was this how he died? Damn he thought he'd go out like a total badass not some sissy that just- a male voice interrupted his thoughts. It was a soft sound, yet distinct with a twinge of surprise. He couldn't describe it as unpleasant yet the stranger also seemed to be chastising him. Perhaps he had been observing for longer then expected and caught him moving around.

"Oh. You're awake earlier then anticipated. Here drink this it will help with the pain." A small crudely sculpted bowl was offered to him. Remembering how he got here in the first place he decided to not trust some persons supposed remedy. He took a moment to glance up at the stranger's arms, his eyes the only thing to move. The stranger's appendages where pale, his fingers slender and his hands lacked signs of manual labor. There were grooves along his arms some deeper then others, the skin around them discolored as if the skin around it had been flayed and healed, yet they were unmistakenly human. He had been alive long enough to know human cruelty extended to other humans. Especially to other humans.

"Who are you?" The shifter questioned. Instead of responding verbally the stranger moved to the front of him, crouching down so he could see all of him without moving his head. His eyes raked over the other from his feet to his head. Overall the male adorned a white oversized linen undershirt that hung loosely from his frame and looked to date back a few centuries. He wore no footwear soil impressing itself upon his bare feet and sported breeches that were quite tattered. His savior looked a little older than himself but still relatively young with eyes that reminded him of the greenery around him. Any other exposed skin was pale the sunlight illuminating his blond hair making him look ethereal. This image was shattered by the most horrid eyebrows he'd ever seen on a human being. "What is on your face?"

The man's face twisted into a scowl yet he looked away to presumably hide his features. "Either drink the bloody thing or suffer. I don't give a damn. Oh and like your the one to talk. You still have horse ears púca." he snapped.

He jolted at the sudden naming of his species, rolling onto his back with a grunt, hands flying to his ears to try to cover them. Shit, shit. He did his best to scramble away. "Don't come any closer." This earned him an eye roll from the other man.

"Firstly, your leg is splinted you're not going anywhere until its healed. Secondly, relax. I was just surprised at first. I haven't seen one of your kind in centuries." The stranger stated standing up and stretching himself out a bit.

"Centuries?" The blue eyed make asked tilting his head in curiosity but still eyeing the other cautiously. Perhaps he was wrong in his assumption about the other being human.

"You're not very bright are you?" The blond scoffed, crossing his arms. "I'm a Drus-" The other started to explain. Upon receiving a blank stare he huffed. "A male dryad. And you're in my forest. Have some respect."

He swallowed his indignation instead spewing the first question that came to mind. "What's your name?"

"Arthur." After a bout of silence the male spoke up once more. "You really are lacking in common courtesy aren't you? Who are you?"

"Name's Alfred."

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It took a few weeks for his leg and his head to heal enough for him to be able to roam freely again. During this time the dryad and púca became well acquainted. Of course Alfred would return to civilization but he was sure to alert Arthur before he did so and always returned with new clothing for the other. More modern and better fitting. The wounds on his neck and back had closed and left some scars but he didn't mind. The trips to town would often wear the púca out so he'd take a few days to stay with the older entity.

"Arthur is too stuffy." Alfred started leaning against a nearby spruce. "How about Artos?"

"What century are you living in?" The dryad raised an impressively large eyebrow.

"Hmmm fine. No old derivative of your name. How about I call you Artie instead?"

A sharp glare was sent his way and an acorn bounced off his temple. "How about I use you as fertilizer instead?"

He let loose a loud boisterous laugh, rubbing the spot where the nut hit. He piped up again. "You went through a lot of trouble to help me just think of all that time wasted if you did turn me into fertilizer."

"Oh shut it".

With that the two of them faded into a comfortable silence. That was before the others hands and arms caught his attention. A question ate away at his admittedly little self control. "What's with the grooves on your arms?"

The other's expression soured, melancholy painting his features. "My skin bares the marks of my naivety. Where I let humans take and they took too much. Normally dryads protect their forest and I did. It is my body after all. I just- I just wanted friends and I thought they would provide that if I allowed them to take from me."

The younger gave a frown. Oh. "Well if it makes you feel better I'm trying to be a hero! I don't want to scare people and cause mischief! I want to help them!"

"Did you even listen to what I said? Going against your nature only gets you hurt. " Arthur huffed rolling his eyes.

Alfred snorted feeling his anger rise. Don't do it, you can't do it, yadayadayada. Everyone's told him that he couldn't. Now even the one person he regarded as a friend was telling him not to? "I'm not you though. I can do it! I have been doing it! And I don't blame them for leaving with your attitude".

He could see Arthur physically tense, could practically see all the walls he had chipped away at going right back up. Even through his frustration he could tell how badly he just messed up.

"Then leave" The green eyed male snapped standing and stalking away to the closest opening the forest had to offer. Before Alfred could open his mouth to say anything the human was replaced by a large oak, its age shown in the width of its trunk. It would've been impressive- if Alfred didn't have more to say.

"Art I'm sorry! I didn't mean it I swear!" He called walking over to the tree and placing a hand on it trying to let the other know he was there. "Come on back Arthur!"

He didn't receive a response from him. "I know you can hear me!" The environment was still seemingly hushed by the downturn of the dryad's mood. He stood for a solid ten minutes before impatience pricked his skin. "Fine I'll leave."

So he did. He left the forest grumbling while he did so. He may have purposely stomped on some mushrooms that had been growing on the way out. After doing so he felt immensely guilty so he vowed to return the next day and properly apologize.

He left at about ten in the morning, visiting a local bookshop and picking up a copy of The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe. Hey supposedly the movie was good so he assumed the novel was alright. With the book tucked closely to his chest he made his way back into the woodland. He returned to the spot in which they inhabited previously only to find that Arthur wasn't there. He proceeded to search around until his patience gave way, plopping down. "Stupid Arthur" he murmured blue eyes flashing gold with his frustration. Yeah he had blue eyes. His eyes where only gold in animal form. Hah stupid humans. They were easy to fool.

A sudden realization hit him in the face, blinking before a wide grin spread tugged at his lips." Hey Arthur! If you'd stop ignoring me for five seconds and listen! I might leave ya but I'll always come back! Promise!"

He barely noticed a movement out of the corner of his eyes.

A cold voice responded to his words. "You'll come back? Why?"

He whipped around to face the other hope igniting like a flame in his eyes. "Because we're friends now and I look out for my friends!"

He missed the color that rose on the others cheeks and how the whole forest seemed to shutter. "Friends?" He murmured to himself pondering the word and if he wanted to accept this. "Fine. But you're going to have to actually prove that you'll keep your promise. Words are nasty things that lie and decieve. Let your actions speak for you".

And so he did.

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Weeks turned into months that transitioned into years. Alfred always came back to the forest and eventually only left to grab supplies from nearby towns. During this time he'd gotten even closer to Arthur. He admired how gentle he could be. How when he'd come across a wounded animal he'd nurse it back to health similarly to how he did with him so many years ago. Sure he could be infuriatingly stubborn but passionate and guarded, weary of travelers and fearful of what they might do to his body.

Alfred wished to stop this fear. So one night he reached over and took the others hands in his own. "I'll protect you from them" he stated firmly meeting the others eyes when the other anxiousness shined through on his face.

"From who?" The other sputtered his face bright red as he was snapped from the feeling of humans moving through the forest. By now it wasn't hard to see that the two entities had developed particular feelings for one another. Although neither knew how to describe it or act on it. Alfred hadn't even realized he longed for the other until he saw a couple holding hands.

"From anyone who wants to hurt you. I can give up my dream of being others hero and instead I'll be yours."

"I can look out for myself, I've been doing it for centuries. The last thing I need is you getting hurt! You get all whiny when you feel restless"

Alfred let out a snort "Do not. Anyway I know you can look out for yourself. But you don't need to do it alone. Let me be with you Arthur".

"Fine. But don't you be getting hurt all the time."

He gave a grin and pulled the other in for a hug "You're the best Artie!"

The other only yelped and slowly relaxed into it before returning the hug and scolding him for using the name Artie. Although there was no real bite to his words. Arthur looked up to meet the others eyes grumbling to himself still on his tangent about being called Artie but the others dopey smile made him pause. He gave a sigh "you have a lot to make up for. And- I'm sorry about what I said as well."

"I know. I got you a book! Will you read it to me?"

"Of course dear."

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While his head was in Arthur's lap the others fingers combing through his hair lulling him to the brink of sleep the dryad asked a question.

"How did you end up bleeding and running from humans all those years ago Alfred?"

"Well ya see I wanted to help someone and was gonna bring them to an area where they'd find the flowers they were looking for. Some young guy. Thought he was the shit. So he climbed on and I started to take him there. He called out to someone and then once I was like halfway there he realized he couldn't get off. He had some blade and tried to get me to put him down but I didn't want to! The area wasn't the nicest so eventually I brought him back. Whoever he called to must've recognized what I was and then there was a group of humans waiting for me! I let him go and I ran and then my darling Dryad saved me."

"Darling Dryad huh?"

"Yup!" He chirped quickly moving into catch the others lips. Which resulted in a loving exchange before the smaller male pulled away sputtering out an I love you.

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Nestled underneath the roots of the oak, hidden by the shadows of the tree black fur could hardly made out. A small, steady expansion of the rabbits sides separated it from the stillness encompassing it. It stirred, its golden eyes illuminated by the darkness, ears twitching as it listened to seemingly some type of inaudible melody. Slowly his head lowered, resting on his paws once more before closing his eyes once again tucked safely in the arms of his dryad.

They say there's a small forest that's been untouched for centuries. People may wander amongst its trails imprinted by the game themselves. Almost all report the same thing. Some see a cat. Some a dog. Some see one lone goat that follows them and doesn't come any closer despite beckoning or promise of food. These animals prove impossible to capture. If one gets close enough they're able to note that the beasts have two golden eyes.

A/N- I hate this but its 11:50 pm and needs to be published.

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