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lale-txt · 7 months

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✱ visiting the cat café with JJK men (pt. 1/?)

a/n: first time writing for JJK aaaa. i should have done this a whole lot sooner! happy to be taking those fine gentlemen out for a date at the cat café hehe. and with the current events in both manga & anime i think it's fair to say we deserve to have a bit of a slice of life delulul moment, right... （πーπ）

❦ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

“did you roll around in catnip before we got here or…”

Gojo only grins at you before he starts a monologue, something about his natural musk that makes him irresistible to little meow meows, explaining how cats are attracted to cursed energy and how he has a limitless amount of it, yada yada yada…

you aren’t listening anymore, only feeling slightly jealous of how he’s swarmed by cats without any effort, like he didn’t have to go through the whole humbling process of getting to the floor and mumbling pspsps until your mouth is dry only for the cats to ignore you

every single cat in the café is practically begging for his attention and honestly, can you blame them

the cats are in heaven. Gojo is in heaven. the staff is in heaven.

a chonky white Persian cat is extra persistent and secures a spot on Gojo’s shoulder, chewing on his hair and that’s when you know you will be leaving this café either without your boyfriend or with a new cat

in the end Gojo simply ends up buying the cat café (oh to be stupid rich) and treats it as his own personal oasis from there on and you can’t even be mad because you get to see his beautiful bright smile whenever you head there together

❦ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

at first, Nanami isn’t too eager when you suggest going to a cat café

the thought of cat hair all over his sandwich doesn’t please him, but he can never resist your pleading eyes and from the reviews he read the food there is supposed to be excellent, so he reluctantly agrees

skeptical at first, he sits down with you, trying to study the menu when an extra curious cat jumps on the table, bumping their tiny head against his chin which makes Nanami frown

“aww, someone likes you”, you croon and try not to laugh at Nanami, hesitantly petting the cat in front of him which starts purring loudly

which attracts even more cats

suddenly you’re swarmed with them and Nanami is doing his very best to give each of them a fair share of his love, even loosening his tie a bit and sleeves rolled up

forget about the food, he’s on a mission now

Nanami will lie awake at night, wondering if owning a cat could fix at least a dozen of his problems (they’re all Gojo related)

❦ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

majestic Sukuna, King of Curses, allergic to cat hair

oh, he’s trying. he’s fighting for his life, sitting on the floor and trying to pspsps the cats with four hands at once

but his sneezes are so earth shattering loud that it spooks the kitties and they gather everywhere but in his lap

except for that one deaf and blind cat that’s always drooling a little which happily lets Sukuna pick them up

the King of Curses will look at you triumphantly, like see, I’ve made this peasant cat obey me, but his eyes are tearing too much to even make out the silhouette of you

good for you because it gives you enough time to snap a good hundred photos of him cuddling with the cat, too stubborn to admit that they might be killing him softly

back home (and after stopping by a pharmacy for allergy pills) you’ll see a dozen tabs open in his browser (you taught him how to google), searching for “anti allergy cats”, “if i shave my cat will i stop sneezing”, “cat hair allergy why” and “why cats won’t obey me”

❦ 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐀

local tired lawyer man needs a fucking break

you know how prone your man is to overworking himself, so you make it your own little mission to take him out on small dates during his lunch break

he doesn’t even bat an eye when you suggest a cat café. maybe if he’s surrounded by cats he won’t have to think about the injustice of the whole world, so sure, he’s in

Higuruma feels a sense of calm wash over him the moment he sits down and a kitty rubs their head against his legs, ready to activate their cursed purring technique on him

of course he remembers your favorite drink and orders it for you, something sweet to go along with it as well, and then he’s completely absorbed by the various cats in the café

he’ll point out every kitty that catches his attention and takes lots of photos of them and from you (and he’ll make it his new lockscreen)

kisses you goodbye once you drop him off at the office again and will text you later that he had the most fun in a long time

will also send you the most candid photos he took of you and will smile to himself when you make one your new profile photo, already excited to go back to the cat café with you

#jjk x reader #gojo x reader #nanami x reader #sukuna x reader #higuruma x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x reader #nanami kento x reader #jjk fluff #jjk imagines #jjk scenarios

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peterfankoffski · 3 months

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I REMEMBER SEEING ART WITH THIS A FEW MONTHS BACK BUT I WANT TO EXPLAIN (still crediting @wetcatschwartzy for the idea/inspiration though. also hi i'm aware we've never spoken sorry for tagging you in my unhinged fic idea post) BUT ANYWAY uhhhhhh. 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee. But make it the main cast of NPMD. An au that appeals to ???? people ?? it definitely appeals to me

And now the cast I'd so and my justifications, idc

Steph Lauter as Olive Ostrovsky

Thought process: We know Olive's dad works a lot, is emotionally distant, and Olive implies that he can be downright cold or abusive during the I Love You song, which lines up pretty well with Steph and Solomon's relationship. Olive's mom ran off, and we never get any mention of Steph's (picture Steph being introduced by the hosts mentioning her mom won Honey Queen or something). Both know their strengths and weaknesses but have serious self-doubts about their own intelligence (Steph being convinced she's dumber than she realizes, Olive never answering until she whispers the word to herself). Also I thought about Mariah singing TILY Song and sobbed.

Pete Spankoffski as William Morris Barfée

Starting off strong, they both have very stupid names that they KNOW are stupid and try to defend the moment they can ("It's Polish" / "There's an accent aigu"). Both of them have grumpy/cold exteriors, but when you get down to it, they're both just socially awkward and autistic coded but very intelligent kids that are really just at the Bee to try to make something of themselves (Barfée dropping out because of an allergic reaction at the previous Bee could totally translate to Pete having a diabetic emergency). Both develop crushes on Steph/Olive by the end of act 1 of their respective shows too, so. There's that I guess.

Grace Chasity as Logainne Schartzandgrubinierre

"But Ember, wouldn't she match better with the Catholic--" GRACE DOES NOT LIKE CATHOLICS. Also I have thought this through. Logainne is politically aware, cutthroat, and automatically assumes herself to be the most important person in the room. She takes up every project and social issue that she can to appease her dads, determined to be as perfect as they want her to be. She loses the Bee because she gets overconfident, taking a serious blow because of her pride. Grace takes up every project and social issue that she can (anti-hocoming posters and the prank on Max for example), can be cutthroat (canonically has murdered at least two men), and thanks to her holier-than-thou nature, assumes herself the most important person in the room. She takes up cancelling HOCO and is always early for school and is extremely devout because that's the perfect little girl her parents expect from her. And she'd probably get so into it she'd fall from pride, too.

Max Jagerman as Marcy Park

HEAR ME OUT! Marcy has been the top of her class all her life, to the point she was moved one grade ahead. She's popular, she's intelligent, she's multitalented, and she's peaking at age 12 and aware of it. "I Speak Six Languages" is literally her having a breakdown realizing she's been the "best" for too long and it's stressing her out. Max, meanwhile, says he knows he's peaked in high school, and therefore is making the most out of his popularity and status while he can. Like, I can picture him mentioning he's done every sport available to him and being the best athlete is only going to do so much for him in his life in a "I'm so sick and tired / of always being the best and brightest" type monologue. So when he drops out on purpose, who would he daydream about instead of Jesus? Maybe some NFL star idk. Everything I know about football is about the Chiefs (Missouri represent) and also learned against my will.

Ruth Fleming as Chip Tolentino

They're both horny, both proud of their own nerdiness, and would both ABSOLUTELY catch feelings for a competitor's sibling and immediately forget what word they had to spell. And would both make jokes about the especially dirty sounding words (to be fair all his words are kinda funny. And I DID learn the word "tittup" from this show) (look it up I dare y'all). Ruth singing Chip's Lament? Funny to me.

Richie Lipschitz as Leaf Coneybear

AuDHD coded, tendency to have the wrong takeaways, generally socially awkward even among the other nerds. Tbh that's all I got, they're matched up because they're the last ones. Still kinda fits though.

And I have less justification for the adults but here's my takes anyway

Miss Mulberry as Rona - sweet but stern ladies who've been taking care of after school functions for years

Tom Houston as Douglas Panch - he doesn't want to be there, he's as confused as everyone else (but without the hitting on Mulberry stuff he's never do Becky wrong like that <3)

Dan Reynolds as Mitch Mahoney - he's a volunteer counselor!

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thewebcomicsreview · 9 months

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https://pandorastale.com/

Okay, this one got submitted to me, so lets take a look.

Okay, first things first. This is a pretty solid first page. It immediately establishes our protagonist, an external conflict (”broken rules”) and an internal conflict (”What am I if I’m not obedient”) in three panels and fifteen words. This is a page that makes me want to read more. Good job!

This leads into a scene that we later realize is a few minutes ago, and I like that the first page was “smoky” like that, which made it feel more like an “intro page” than the actual page 1 of the story. If there had been a detailed background this transition would’ve been more jarring but as is it works.

Your getting a lot of mileage out of this art. I like that our unnamed trans catgirl is sitting with her legs crossed in a feminine way, and the way the director is covering the P in the sign in the background. HERE TO HELL!

Anyway, our catgirl escapes in a smokey pod while she has a think, letting us know we’ve “caught up” to the intro. Cool.

She’s found by a group of normal people who awkwardly explain to the black person that slavery is bad, which is an unfortunate blocking decision. Also, I feel like the preceding 16 pages did such a good job explaining the helpers that this exposition is redundant, and it makes Isabelle (who we soon learn is in “the resistance”) look a little dumb, like she joined an anti-slavery network but is only learning about slavery just now. This is kind of nitpicking, I know, but the comic’s been really smooth up until here and this has been the first speed bump I’ve noticed.

Okay, so, our protagonist is technomagically compelled to fall in love with Isabelle, who is also the most anti-slavery member of the group. There’s a lot to unpack there, and me saying that isn’t a criticism.

Isabelle reveals this is a t4t romance and I’m not sure how I feel about the trans flag being in grayscale there. Like, the whole comic’s in greyscale, so it fits, but also the only way to tell it’s a trans flag is from context because otherwise it’s just kind of stripes.

On the other hand, even ignoring my shit ten-seconds-in-MS-Paint recoloring skillz, busting out the Sin City splash colors makes it really fourth wall breaking, but it’s literally a giant trans flag magically appearing so that ship’s sailed....but also if you ever want to print this book it’d be pain....but also also you could keep the spot colors in the book maybe....I dunno. I’m bouncing back and forth on it.

Anyway, Isabelle names her pet slave Pandora.They go to a doctor and are all “Can catgirls get HRT” and the Doctor’s all “Fuck if I know, let’s ball” and I’m not sure if that’s handwaving away a detail in the service of the main story or setting up Pandora having an allergic reaction that causes anime shenanigans to happen. Either/or in this comic

Pandora offers to be a sex slave and Isabella is like :| and they sleep next to each other in an awkward but happy embrace that feels like this comic could end there and be a complete short story, one that I’d say is pretty good.

There’s another six chapters, and I kind of skimmed them and I’m still a little iffy on the resistance side of the story, but at the least this is a pretty solid opening.

I got to admit, though,...I’m not super fond of the handling of the cops. Not that it’s Objectively Wrong, but I feel like they’re not quite bumbling enough to be comedy foils but they’re too bumbling to be dramatic threats so they’re just kind of there.

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My subjective suggestion is think about making the cops even dumber. Having them come in guns ablazing as a serious threat like in the Matrix or whatever doesn’t seem like it’s the tone you’re going for, and you can always have the rich people have Elite Private Security if you need a scary competent villain later.

All-in-all, though, I think this is comic is well-done!

#submission #Pandora's Tale

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msfcatlover · 1 year

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Changeling!Tim’s childhood is... actually kinda horrifying, when anyone looks into it.

(CW for forced medical procedures, and abuse in the form of temporary imprisonment. Also, minor self-harm, and… I don’t know what you call “eating something that will make you sick so your parents don’t get mad at you,” but I know it ain’t good.)

Tim had pretty pronounced fangs when he was younger, which his parents were just planning to wait out... until he was fast coming up on 10 and it was clear Tim wasn’t going to lose his teeth. A quick x-ray proved that Tim didn’t have adult teeth to grow in, just the one set he came with, and the fangs were only getting more obvious. His parents found an orthodontist willing to yank the fangs & wire up the rest of Tim’s teeth with braces to force them to look smooth & even as he grew up. (The doctor kept the teeth as a curiosity, and a decade later Damian will track that doctor down to steal them back.)

Something even Tim didn’t realize until he had to undergo a full Justice League-grade medical exam in preparation for becoming Robin, is that the tiny points on his ears aren’t natural. They have no idea what the ears of the baby Jack & Janet received looked like, but Tim’s points are actually mostly scar tissue. (Bruce puts it down as “a cosmetic procedure not dissimilar to ear cropping in canines” and tries not to feel sick.)

(There was also a period where the Drakes did an awful lot of research into cosmetic eye surgeries, but they eventually gave up. Apparently, it was a bigger concern that their son might end up blinded than that his eyes glowed in the dark and/or were the wrong color.)

As I mentioned before, Tim’s parents trim his thorns so that nobody goes to ruffle Tim’s hair and realizes he’s not human. He... actually started doing it himself when he decided to become Robin, because Tim has seen Bruce ruffle Jason & Dick’s hair so many times and didn’t want to hurt Bruce (or experience the absolute agony of having a thorn get caught in Bruce’s gloves and end up ripped out of Tim’s scalp,) as well as not wanting to give away Tim’s own inhuman nature with the single most obvious trait he has. (When the rest of the family find out, they are horrified and insist that Tim stop doing that. Instead of hair-ruffles, Tim gets hair-strokes that go only in one direction, bumping harmlessly over the curved outer edges of his thorns; it’s actually very soothing for both parties. Everyone absolutely uses Tim’s thorns as a stim toy, as long as Tim’s okay with it.)

Tim’s parents also hire an in-house barber to cut Tim’s hair, so they can make sure it’s “properly disposed of.” (Tim’s nightmares always smell faintly of burning hair.)

Tim wears fancy dress gloves to all dinners, because with the uppercrust you never know if someone’s going to bring out the real silverware. (If someone tells him to take off the gloves or Tim’s skin happens to brush up against somebody’s jewelry, Tim just sorta has to... deal. It’s rude to rush out or refuse your hosts, after all.) (Fortunately, Dick and the Titans all prefer reusable plastic silverware. And as soon as any Bat finds out about Tim’s fae nature, Wayne Manor quickly switches to stainless steel.)

It’s nearly impossible to know if a meal was prepared with iodized salt or non-iodized salt until it’s already in Tim’s mouth and the burning-itching discomfort of coming in contact with an anti-fae substance begins. It’s rude not to at least try the food someone offers you, and it’s even ruder to just spit something out, especially out in public. At least Tim doesn’t usually have to fake it when he says he’s not feeling well in order to stop eating. (Tim doesn’t tell the Waynes about this until that medical exam, where he kinda jokes about being allergic to salt and someone’s like, “Wait, how do you eat? Everything has salt in it nowadays.” Alfred rather forlornly puts his sea salt up on the top shelf and buys a jar of iodized table salt on the next grocery run.)

Tim’s blood is immediately identifiable because it has chloroplasts in it. No, he’s not actually a plant; yes, he can perform limited photosynthesis. No, Tim was not aware of this about himself, he’s never been allowed to give blood before, and like??? Sure, he figured out he was a changeling, but that does not immediately translate to, “Oh, I should test my blood for plant cells!”

Tim’s room doesn’t look any different from any other boy his age... except for three nails over the door on the outside. For the iron horseshoe Tim’s parents hang there sometimes, when they don’t want him to bother them or when he’s grounded. (Thankfully, it's been very rare for Tim to actually be trapped in his room, as setting up a salt line on his windowsills has always been... well, he's not sure. A step too far, even for his parents? A step too many to remember and/or perform in the heat of the moment? Something they don’t even realize is necessary, assuming the horseshoe prevents Tim from leaving the room at all rather than simply crossing that one threshold? Tim doesn’t like to think about it. Tim typically stays in his room anyway when he feels the swooping nausea of it hanging over his door, if only so his parents don’t find him missing and decide sealing the windows is something they ought to be doing. Trapped not by any law or binding ritual, but by Tim’s own admittedly rare fear of consequences.) (After Tim is snatched by faerie hunters, Jason and Dick are the ones who search Tim’s house. There’s a moment of silence when they find the horseshoe and realize what the nails are for. “I really hope I don’t have to point this out,” Jason says, in the tone of someone who’s going to do it anyway, “but it’s never a good sign when a kid’s bedroom has a lock on the outside.”)

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dashnite · 4 months

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Any tips on how to deal with HS pain during a flare up? Also wanted to thank you for talking about HS openly, you were the way I found out about the condition and was able to talk to my doctor and get an official diagnosis of it

Hi fellow Hs Haver™️ /j <3

(Cw medical below)

I do, actually! If you are in pain, it means it’s probably inflamed or you have pus inside of the cyst and that’s what’s making it hurt. There’s no better relief than when you drain the pus from a cyst fr.

My tip is kind of a diy one. What I do when I have inflamed cysts/clusters, is I take a tomato, cut it in thin slices, put them in the freezer and when they’re cold (not freezing! just cold), I put the tomato where the affected area is and tape it with some gauze and medical tape.

Idk why in the heck but it works for me. Besides providing sweet sweet relief from the pain, the tomato juices also help the pus come more to the surface, so you can pop it more easily and get that entire pain away!

I do have to say, I’m not a doctor, I am just a patient and this was the method that worked for me. If you want some relief just for a few moments without bringing out the pus, nothing better than a good warm bath (in a bathtub so the cysts/cluster can be submerged).

I hope I helped! And thank you for the bit at the end, I’m happy I was able to provide at least some awareness of the condition, and I hope your treatment goes well! ❤️

PS: if you’re not allergic, are not taking medications that would interact with it, or if your doctor agrees to it (always good having a second opinion), take antibiotics/anti inflammatory meds!

PPS: avoid oils/oily ointments. They clog up your pores and can turn into annoying cysts! D: try baby powder instead if it’s the rubbing against other body parts you’re concerned about! Also, use a NON-OIL BASED OINTMENT like Cicatricure (the scar cream version, that’s what I use) or Cicalfate (better but more expensive, this one is my fave, works wonders for my body).

#hs #hidradenitis suppurativa #answers #anonymous #chronic pain #medical cw #long post

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bronanlynch · 1 year

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approximately a million years later I have finished aai and also this post so here is The Lawyer Rankings (of whose file clerk I would rather be) (aai took me a long time to play but also I finished it forever ago so like. take these with a grain of salt)

miles: it would be interesting at least, sometimes your boss goes on a trip for a week and gets caught up in like 4 different murder investigations and all of them are absolutely bonkers, so those would be some fascinating documents to skim while you’re filing them. however. not entirely sure about what his job actually consists of at this point so it’s possible that you wouldn’t have much real work. 6/10, I’m not sure he’s like, consistently employed

miles (flashback): I know that I could not fix 20 year old miles edgeworth, especially not as his minimum wage employee whom he does not listen to, but it’s almost tempting to try because wow I’m very sad abt him. however. he’s so smug, is the thing. he needs you to know that he knows more than you and you’re like, dude I’m just trying to scan all of these exhibits I truly do not need to know or care abt your clever courtroom strategy or whatever. also I’m allergic to smug men talking down to me, it makes want to out-pretentious them and that would end badly for both of us. 4/10, which is more than I gave him for the aa3 flashback because 1) he didn’t call anyone a bimbo this time and 2) this one made me so sad

portsman: imagine this scenario: I am portsman’s file clerk, I poke my head into his office to ask if he has a file that someone else needs (he does, and he’s been ignoring my emails because I won’t talk to him about ~the big game that weekend), I get accidentally hit in the face with a baseball because he’s playing catch with himself in his office, I go to hr and I quit immediately and also fill out some workplace injury paperwork. 2/10, annoying and bad to interact with but not quite insufferable enough to go lower

payne: so forgettable that his coworkers can’t be bothered to remember he exists, which is valid but might mean they would also forget you by association, and that could be inconvenient when you’re trying to track down paperwork and schedule meetings. 3/10, no one would take me seriously by extension and I would get annoyed when my emails didn’t get answered

franziska: the international travel is a big plus as long as you get to travel with her, and if not then you get left alone to do your thing a lot of the thing, which is also a plus. however she doesn’t seem like a great boss on account of how she’s still always threatening to cut gumshoe’s pay which I would not enjoy, but at least she’s generally on top of things which makes your job easier. on the other other hand, at least once per post I’m obligated to say that I would simply not want to work for cops and. y’know. interpol prosecutor is like. double cop. 4/10, my pay would probably be low enough without getting cut tyvm

franziska (flashback): absolutely not, I’m taking a strong anti-child labor stance, and also working for a child prodigy would actually realistically mean working for her father which uh. see below. 1/10, sorry fran

manfred von karma: aside from the injustices he’s committed and also just his rancid vibes, he seems like he’d be incredibly unpleasant to work for. asks you to do an impossible task and then when you figure out a way to do it anyway he makes up something to scold you about even though it wasn’t something he’d originally asked for. and god forbid you not have something sent the courts on time even though he’s the one who emailed you the document to print at 4:55 on the day of the deadline when the mail goes out at 4:50. you’re still getting blamed. 0/10, absolutely not, I don’t care what the benefits are

calisto yew: my answer here changes based on whether I know she’s the yatagarasu, because I wouldn’t be able to have any respect for her if I thought she was actually just defending corporations, but if I knew that she was setting up their downfalls I would love to help. however she would probably make fun of me for taking my job too seriously and trying too hard, and she seems like the kind of casually disorganized that would drive me bonkers, so it might not be the greatest work environment. 8/10, as long I know she’s the yataragasu, otherwise 5/10, only if I’m desperate

byrne faraday: again, depends if I know about his extremely cool and valid crimes. aside from that, he seems like a dependable kind of boss who answers your emails and wouldn’t be too strict or mean, and if he needs you to do something that you’ve never done before he’s willing to show you how to do it. 10/10, if I can be the yatagarasu’s file clerk, otherwise 5/10

aa1 | aa 2 | aa 3 | aa4

#u can tell this isn't just a ranking of which characters i like better bc otherwise. fran my beloved <3 #anyway. lawyers huh #this has just been sitting in my drafts for months almost finished #bc instead of playing aa5 i. checks notes. rewatched n//irvana in fire and then got real into f//ire emblem #ace attorney #ace attorney investigations #dreaming.txt

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lemonhemlock · 9 months

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Different anon here; the discourse surrounding Jace and Sara Snow is crazy for sure but it's not the only ship catching strays lmao. I've even seen some team black stans calling out others for shipping Jace and Cregan, saying "do you really think it's any better if he cheats on Baela with a man???!!!". Are Jace and Baela really in love with each other for us to be having this discourse about cheating though? Sure, they are betrothed and him possibly marrying Sara is bad from a political standpoint but other than that… Anyway, it's funny to me how much the fandom as a whole is so allergic to any cheating ever happening, especially if they already ship one of the characters with someone else. You can see the same thing happening with Nettles v. Da*myras, countless arguments on how Daemon would never cheat on Rhaenyra…yeah well, he did just that!! But in this case they don't even to acknowledge the very likely possibility that she ISN'T his bastard daughter. On the green side you see this with Helaemond antis, who are always arguing how dutiful Aemond will never act on his feelings and Helaena would never cheat on Aegon because, as a daughter of Alicent, she was raised to respect the sanctity of her marriage, no matter how unfaithful her husband is to her. So in a world in which men are raping and sexually assaulting women, killing countless innocent victims, ordering the beheading of a years old child and threaten another with rape all of this while their mother watches and lots of other atrocities it's the CHEATING that fans have a problem with!! It's pretty bizarre, like in this world cheating is far from being the worst thing a man can do. And, as a personal opinion, it's very hard for me to judge characters who are seeking and finding love with someone else other than their betrothed or their lawful spouse. Should I, for example, condemn a woman who is in an arranged marriage with an awful man, if she were to take a lover? Definitely not. Sure,there are political ramifications when it comes to affairs, broken betrothals and all that, but that's another discussion vs the morality or immorality of cheating being the worst thing ever

the cheating thing is definitely so strange to me. the way it's been demonised in this fandom throughout teams and ships must be indicative of some projection phenomenon or the seeping of the fictional into the real world, otherwise i can't explain it. like, these people aren't real. their feelings won't get hurt by some adjacent ship. and like you said, cheating is hardly the worst thing that can happen to them in this universe, it's probably actually the least of their problems.

it's kind of like... cheating is an experience that people can more readily relate to irl, so a lot of users focus on that bc it's the one thing they can understand as a harmful act, whereas toddler beheading is so extreme and phantasmagorical that it firmly remains within the fictional realm, as very few unfortunate souls have actually gone through that or live with it as an actual threat in their lives. so you get this peculiar discoursing where people focus on cheating as this awful crime and fight others in the trenches over how immoral or sinful it is, whereas actual atrocities like burning people alive and torture are swept under the rug or shrugged off. it's absolutely nuts to me to accept that a character like aemond could go on a carpet bombing spree and execute children at harrenhal, yet somehow him consensually boning his married sister is taking it too far.

there's also a worrying inability or refusal to rank these acts on a proper scale of awfulness, bc some of these are absolutely not equivalent. so, to use your example, jace's actual cheating on a girl he is betrothed to not by choice, but by political convenience, would be less egregious than him supposedly marrying a bastard girl and jeopardizing his mother's alliance with an important military actor (i.e. house velaryon)

#ask #anon #shipping wars

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beautifulmorningstar · 1 year

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idk what to say about it, but i've noticed a core part of liberal feminism is essentially "well the right-wing people say they hate when women do (thing), and they make measures to punish women for doing (thing), so obviously (thing) is empowering," even though the thing in question is stuff like wearing stuff (clothes, shoes, makeup, etc.) that hinders your ability to move or exist comfortably and appeals to the male gaze by objectifying you, selling your sexuality to strangers (porn, prostitution), or having a lot of sex with men, particularly outside of committed relationships (hookups, even with strangers).

i can't quite articulate why this is fallacious, even though i know it is. obviously i don't think women who do any of the listed things are evil, immoral, or deserving of punishment for the things they do, but i know the things they're doing are humiliating, impractical, and in service of men, whether they know (or choose to recognize) it or not. they're just the flipside of housewives, who are also trapped in appealing to and servicing men in ways that make their lives harder or less satisfying in ways that men never would (least of all for women), yet thinking themselves more "free" than the other (i believe it was a dworkin quote that spoke about how the wife and the "whore" both think their situation to be "better" than the other's).

what do you think? how would you explain it, if you had to?

Hello! I know what you are referring to, this idea that anything anti-conservative is inherently empowering. On the surface, it always looked to me like a bunch of adults still wrestling with their (conservative) mommy and daddy issues. However, I think you're also implying cross-culturally, which may have more to it than just that. I think maybe to the individual, on an individual level, doing something you wish to do that has been coercively denied to you.. It may be a sort of empowerment? It would certainly feel empowering. But as you said, it's NOT empowering in the actual literal sense of the word - that is to say, you do not hold any material power, unless you count personal choice. It's certainly not in a feminist context, where the bigger picture shows us that certain behaviours and modes of dress are literally sold to and in some places coerced to women, not always but often with the specific intention to disempower them materially / encourage female objectification.

Maybe there's a side to it like this: conservative people of any culture are often seen as the parent that tells you not to leave the boundaries of the village because you might come back with ideas they don't like, or have better understanding than them that upturns the social order, or simply because noone should leave the boundaries of the village. You might be someone already intrinsically unable to fit in with this village, you might not. Either way, the reasons you get for "stay in the village" are all shallow and does not take your personhood into account. So you leave, because that act within that moment is an exercise of your own agency, despite any wolves that may or may not exist beyond your parents' village. Later you find another village with opposing views and instead of taking a balanced, nuanced view you immediately feel like your life experiences thus far are validated and you join this other village with the exact same issues in a different control system. Eventually you may see that both villages want you to follow their specific mode of control for their specific use, and that you're better off without them.......or you might never realize it.

That was so dumb, I'm sorry, but that's what I can picture right now: people bouncing from one group's extremism to another, allergic to reflection and analysis. To be fair, many people don't have the time or energy to do much other than survive which is why we have chronic followers everywhere. Many people also do not think through aspects of society of life that they have been raised in since childhood. I personally suspect (based on where I come from) women with common-sense, feminist, or loving mothers tend to be more likely to eventually (or even sooner) reach feminism after observing the world. But again... Only if they observed to begin with.

Also to clarify, I don't think some women who do genuinely want to sleep around should be lumped in here. I understand there's a big segment of women who are coerced into it/do it as self harm/do it because they think it's empowerment, but I've also known straight women who in their 20s had a high sex drive and a desire to sleep with many men. Of course, there's hardly a safe or conducive environment for them to do so, which is the main issue, but at least the ones I know did as much as they could to be safe and none of them were raped or coerced into things they didn't want. Within such a rapey and sEx-pOsiTiVe society the line is thin, but there IS a line. Some women do get enjoyment out of sexual encounters where they're safe, in control of their own sexuality, and aren't being pornified or pregnancy baited.

I've also known bisexual and lesbian women with high sex drives, as a side note, but I won't go into that because it's relatively different when you're sleeping with other women.

I feel like the culture of women is focused on togetherness - perhaps a trait that male culture may have also centered a very long time ago. This trait has been twisted and distorted but it remains, and women are more likely to seek "compromise" even if compromise is not compromise at all. Most straight women will want marriage because that's the most financially secure, "right" (as they were taught) way to procreate, and many straight women do want to procreate. In many places, housewifery isn't even a choice. It's a reality forced on you.

Whether it's being locked in prostitution or having unwittingly been shuttled into being a tradwife, what are these women more likely to do? Grapple with the sense of imprisonment and indefinable depression, or double down on the "right"ness of their lifestyle and scrabble for a feeling of dignity through rejecting feminism (as ironic as that is)? Especially if these are people who were never exposed to a positively-expressed feminist thought in their life.

Ultimately, we are neck-deep in a system and global aspects of culture that is built to torture women in the pursuit of male total dominance and control. The fact that total dominance and control has so far failed is nature; the fact that so much of it has succeeded anyway is nurture (and coercion, and violence, and compliance). To be a woman free and awake within her own mind is an active state: feminists all had to observe, question, unlearn, seek, argue, hide, fight, breakdown, persevere. Feminism is an active battle in our current world system. That's what the problem really is- that straight women can't procreate with men in a way that's guaranteed safe, not that they're intentionally submitting to men's pleasures via marriage or hookups. After all, straight female sexuality exists (I do not believe all women were meant to be lesbians, and bisexuals of course experience attraction to males as well) and as human beings with a certain kind of intelligence, I think relations between the two sexes should have been civilized by now (except that all of us are stuck in a hamster wheel of maintaining toxic societal traditions and ideas).

I agree with you on the other point though, prostitution and stupid dress... gotta go.

#anon #asks #I am SO sorry I rambled for so long #I was honestly thinking through everything you mentioned #I hope it's not annoying.

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Hi Ashley!

I’ve followed you silently for a long time, and I really admire and love learning from everything you share about disability and chronic illness rights and experiences. I’m always trying to be more educated about that stuff, as a (mostly) able-bodied ally. But I’m finding myself lately in a position I never expected: suffering from chronic pain I can’t get diagnosed.

I’ve been having knee pain for the last 6+ months that hasn’t been responsive to the treatments my PCP has tried with me— anti-inflammatory medication, months of PT. And I met with her today to discuss the results of an MRI she ordered for it, and she basically told me she has no idea why I’m in pain. I also talked to my aunt who is a doctor about it, and she just kind of vaguely wondered if it was the testosterone’s fault (I’m a trans man around 2 years on HRT), which I want to dismiss as just transphobic, but which I also find a very scary idea (it feeds that internalized transphobia part of my brain that tells me I’m ruining my body by transitioning, or something). I really don’t want to go off testosterone (which I know I wouldn’t have to, even if it were linked somehow with my pain, but it’s still a scary idea to me).

It’s been a very demoralizing and difficult medical process so far, and I’m scared not knowing where exactly to go from here with my very real constant, daily, disabling pain. I’m here in your ask box because I wanted to vent and knew you would be a kind ear, but also because I’m considering (at my PCP’s suggestion) going to an acupuncturist, and I’m wondering if you or any of your followers have any experience with that that you/they would be willing to share? I’m pretty scared of needles but I’d definitely be willing to try it if it might help.

Thanks for your time in reading, and I hope you are well! Even if you don’t have time to get around to this message rn, it was helpful to type this out.

hey there, sweetheart, i'm so sorry you're going through this. unfortunately, i completely understand. i spent several years seeing many doctors trying to get my diagnoses, and it was incredibly frustrating, exhausting, and frightening.

one of the most important lessons i learned from seeing doctors is that you NEVER take one doctor's word for gospel. some doctors are incompetent, some are lazy, some are, like your aunt, biased and don't look for answers beyond their own preconceptions. i had one doctor accuse me of faking, others tell me nothing was wrong with me, others just say "idk what's wrong with you, here's some meds for your symptoms."

i know it's demoralizing to say the least, but you have to be your own advocate and keep pushing. since your pcp can't find anything, i'd suggest you try to see an orthopedist who's more likely to specialize in knee problems, and/or if that yield nothing, a rheumatologist. if zero structural problems can be found (like a tear or strain), then you should also be checked for a systemic issue like rheumatoid arthritis, which is an autoimmune disease that causes the body to attack the joints. if you have any swelling or redness around your knee, you should probably go there first.

no matter what, no matter fucking what, do not let anyone tell you that it's in your head or there's nothing wrong with you. walking on a fucked-up knee without treatment can exacerbate the problem and make it a permanent disability. keep fighting, love.

the good news is that i highly doubt your hrt has anything to do with this. i don't take t, but after years of following trans blogs, i've never heard anyone say anything about t causing joint pain, nor have i heard anything about cis men being more prone to knee problems than cis women. unless you're like, allergic to it or something, that seems super unlikely and a super lazy suggestion.

as for acupuncture, i've had acupuncture quite a few times myself, and the process itself isn't as bad as i thought. the needles are very tiny, and most of the times you barely feel them going in. if you do, it's usually just a small pinch. every once in a while you do get a bigger jolt of pain, but that's pretty rare, the pain fades quickly, and the acupuncturist will take the needle back out if you want. it's much less painful than a syringe needle.

i can't say that getting acupuncture made a significant difference in my pain levels, but my illness is extremely complicated and i think it's definitely a worthwhile thing to try. the practice that's helped the most with my pain is massage, so if you can, i'd recommend trying a massage therapist - maybe one that specializes in sports medicine, as they might be the most familiar with knee anatomy.

i'm really sorry, dear, i know how much pain just fucking sucks. it's okay to acknowledge that it fucking sucks and you hate it and it's causing you suffering for no good reason. it's okay to be upset and angry and scared and whatever other feelings hit you. it's okay to feel what you feel.

take care of yourself, hon, and keep fighting for answers.

#chronic pain #disability #anonymous #ask

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Samson for character ask :>

favorite thing about them: by the time of his trial in DAI, he's one of very few characters who openly act against the Chantry and power structures of Thedas. lots of characters will shake their fists about it, then shrug and get back to business as usual. or they'll claim to be taking some kind of action, but ultimately it's small-scale and doesn't really go for things at the root. what Samson does isn't good, but he is definitely a disruption to a corrupt system that's extremely resistant to any form of change. it's unfortunate that, yet again, being openly anti-status-quo is a trait that is handed almost exclusively to villains, but he has that trait and I think that's pretty neat.

least favorite thing about them: the crimes against humanity! like, the guerilla warfare against civilians, feeding your troops magical drugs designed to make them walking crystal horrors, using innocent people to grow red lyrium? these are bad things! I can't overstate just how much these are bad things!!!

favorite line: I'll just put the exchange from "Paper & Steel" here.

“If you could tear this upstart Chantry out by the roots,” the stranger asked, “bring about a new Order, what price would you be willing to pay?”

“If it gave one templar a better end than mine,” Samson said, “I’d pour out my own blood for it."

brOTP: with Maddox ;.; they really do a lot for each other and it's evident that they care a Lot and always have. even if Samson acts like he's allergic to feelings.

OTP: total rarepair. Ser Barris/Samson is where it's at. here, Glitter & Crimson, there's 30,000 words of why I like them if you wanna read it.

nOTP: with Maddox. I just can't quite get with that one, the relationship doesn't feel at all romantic.

random headcanon: you will pry the belief that Samson wasn't in his right mind by the end of DAI from my cold dead hands. lyrium is known to fuck with people's heads (erasing memories, causing erratic behavior, even mimicking dementia in final stages) and red lyrium is even fucking worse. he was taking red lyrium to excess. and was also being groomed to be the vessel for what was in the Well of Sorrows, ffs. no mind control here, but...the fanatical way he acts at the Temple of Mythal versus how he comes across in letters you find earlier on (when he hasn't been taking red lyrium as long) and how he acts at his trial (when he's clearly been cut off from red lyrium entirely) is dramatically different. I truly don't think he was at full decision-making capacity. maybe he would have made the same choices if he was, but still. his agency was compromised.

unpopular opinion: the next time I see an "he's an irredeemable gross addict" take I might start a fight? the tl;dr here is that those takes Bother Me because they express some real cognitive dissonance and lack of compassion. as it's made clear throughout every game, all Templars are addicted to lyrium. full stop. all of them, even the "heroic" ones we're clearly supposed to like. Samson isn't an exception. other people with more knowledge have dug into how statements like that reveal some very distressing attitudes about mental illness and addiction, so I won't go into that here. regarding "gross," oh my god. he was houseless in a notoriously hellish and filthy city (love ya Kirkwall) and then he was a general for a guerilla army constantly on the move and no actual home base. do you really think this man has access to a shower.

as for "irredeemable?" fuck right off with that. atonement is possible. get your weird Calvinist pseudo-predestination bs away from me.

song i associate with them: "Drinking Song" by House Phone

'Cause you won't rewrite history To commemorate the likes of me And you would not believe me if I tried To tell you all the things I've seen And all the places that I've been So pour the hall another cup of wine

#nork rants #my other otp is technically with my inquisitor #but that's another story!

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Analgesics & Sedatives: RA (DMARDs)

Rheumatoid Arthritis is an autoimmune disease that causes inflammation in the joints. That results in stiffness and pain.

For treatment, you always want to start with non-pharmacological options like physical therapy, exercise or surgery.

Pharmacological treatments include:

NSAIDS (think about the COX Inhibitors)

Glucocorticoids (steroids)

Disease modifying anti-rheumatic drugs (DMARDS)

For this post, we'll focus on the following drugs:

Sulfasalazine (Azulfidine) - non-biologic DMARD

Etanercept (Enbrel) - biologic DMARD

Rituximab (Rituxan) - monoclonal antibody (Immunoglobulin G1)

Abatacept (Orencia) - DMARD

This little memory trick is courtesy of one of my classmates who is much smarter than I am: SERA (first letter of each drug, with RA at the end to remind you that these treat RA). Alternatively, you could say Sara Eats Red Ants. Poor Sara.

Uses

RA (obviously)

Sulfasalazine can also be used to treat ulcerative colitis, psoriatic arthritis, akylosing spondylitis and Crohn's disease (essentially, it treats other autoimmune disorders)

How do they work?

Sulfasalazine (PO) works by moderating inflammatory mediators, which reduces inflammation

Etanercept (SQ) inhibits TNF (tumor necrosis factor), which reduces inflammation

Rituximab (IV) targets +B cells to deplete them through a variety of ways (phagocytosis, cell lysis, growth arrest or apoptosis)

Abatacept (SQ/IV) prevents T cell activation

Side Effects

Hypersensitivity - SJS/TENS (all but Abatacept)

Liver issues, but unique in their presentation for each drug (again, all but Abatacept)

Infusion reactions (Rituximab and Abatacept because they mess with B cells and T cells. Hypotension, hypoxia, MI, angioedema, bronchospasms, flushing, dyspnea - fun stuff, huh?)

The rest are pretty unique to each, sadly:

Sulfasalazine

GI (think that you're taking an oral drug, so you'll have GI issues)

Rash (think the hypersensitivity reactions - sulfa for SJS)

Hepatitis

Bone marrow depression

Etanercept

Heart failure

CNS demyelination

Opportunistic infections (HBV, TB, so liver injury likely)

Rituximab

Flu-like symptoms (this doubles as a cancer treatment, so you'll feel crappy)

HBV/JC (John Cunningham) reactivation

Abatacept

Headache (this is the big one, a horrible headache)

Upper respiratory infection (messing with T cells, remember?)

Nasopharyngitis (Google doesn't believe this is a real word)

Nausea

Nursing Considerations/Interventions

Rituximab: Pre-medicate with steroids, antihistamines and acetaminophen prior to administration to reduce hypersensitivity issues

Rituximab: This is a long term therapy (at least a year to start)

Rituximab: Monitor infusions (50-400 mg/hr)

Rituximab: If you get an infusion reaction, treat with steroids, epinephrine and oxygen (just like any other allergic reaction)

Etanercept and Abatacept: Stay away from live vaccines (both end in -cept, so think about how they take ex"cept"ion to live vaccines)

Etanercept: These come in prefilled injection pens - store in the fridge, but administer at room temperature (you don't like your partner's ice cold toes on your legs, and your blood doesn't appreciate it either)

Sulfasalazine: Space out administration evenly after meals

Sulfasalazine: Screen the bone marrow function every 3 months

All drugs

Screen for preexisting conditions and infections, especially liver issues like hepatitis - you're messing with the immune system, so don't make it easier for the little baddies to get a foothold

Phew, that sucked. There is no easy way to break those up. Next up is gout. Gout meds are more manageable.

#pharmacology #ra drugs #nursing school #nclexrn prep

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jjuzoir · 3 years

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Homare Arisugawa General HCS

request: “Hi Sora! I never see any art/writing for my boy Homare from A3! (Maybe because his dialogue is so ridiculous.) Would you mind writing something for him?” from tlali

a/n: ahhh i don’t think i’ve ever taken so long in a request jdjdndnd but i just wanted to make it right because i love homare so much❕ he deserves everything and more i just HDHSJJA we need more homare love 🤬 his dialogue is hilarious and i feel like we need to appreciate his style more no more homare slander 🙅

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- He smells like earl gray tea. No one knows why since he uses unscented soaps, he says it’s probably because he spends most of his time drinking or around tea.

- He’s very particular about his hair, he uses very specific shampoos and conditioners that he will absolutely not share or change unless he notices his hair needs it. Talking about his hair, it’s naturally kind of dry so he uses a lot of hydrating products which leaves him with the softest, most fluffy hair ever. It’s like touching a cloud.

- One of his favorite gifts given to him is a tie given to him as a birthday gift by his members. Everyone pitched it, including Izumi, and Azuma picked it out. It’s black, much like his everyday tie, but it’s got a small embroidered snowflake.

- He’s got three main pairs of glasses; his everyday ones he keeps at hand when he goes out, his at home ones which are (according to him) less flattering, and his driving ones. Keep in mind he can’t drive, he doesn’t even own a car.

- He can speak french and latin, and he’s super loud about it too. He’ll sometimes slip in french phrases and no one will understand other than Chikage and it’s just a mess - Muku is always so amazed that he knows two other languages too and probably asks him to teach him sometime.

- Definitely has the prettiest handwriting when it comes to the roman alphabet, he writes in ink and with fancy pens that cost more than Banri’s tuition.

- Absolutely has a bunch of business cards printed out, each with its own quote made by him. Sakyo thought it was such a waste printing them until he realized that no matter how many Homare took when he went to run errands he always gave them all, to whom? No one knows.

- He’s very well respected in the literary community, which still shocks pretty much everyone. He gets stopped often by fans or people who’ve read his work, it happens at least once a day and Izumi really doesn’t… she doesn’t understand, poor girl.

- He’s not that good with phone calls, he’s not bad but he definitely prefers texting or just talking face to face. To him there’s just a certain level of discontent he doesn’t like that doesn’t exist in other mediums.

- His favorite shows are either comedies or heavy hitting detective shows, there is no inbetween. You’ll walk in on him watching a sitcom leave the room and walk in on a serial killer chase down.

- About his love for detective shows, his favorite pastime is trying to solve the mysteries with the main character. He’ll rewatch the episode so many times to try and pick up clues, he’ll take notes and come to a conclusion and he loves the feeling of getting it right.

- In the same spirit as the statement above, absolutely got Tsumugi and Sakyo hooked on some of his favorites and they hang out to talk about the latest episodes and the overarching mystery. The conversations can tend to get kind of heavy very quick, more than once Muku thought they were investigating a real crime and almost fainted.

- He looks like he’s probably allergic to wool sweaters, they make his skin itch and he always needs to use a shirt underneath them - so he tends to buy those expensive anti-allergic ones that need to be washed in a very specific way that could probably pay Tsuzuru’s whole college debt and it takes a lot of restraint from the playwright not to steal one and sell in the black market.

- Talking about Tsuzuru, he often gives him writing advice. Said advice tends to be very useful, like keeping a pen and notebook on him in case anything comes to mind during the day or writing daily to help ease him into a style, etc. Homare genuinely wants him to bloom into a writer and is willing to beta-read anything Minagi needs, be it a script or a sleep deprived rambling about the gay subtext in Nocturnity.

- Arisugawa sets himself reading goals each month, he likes to read at least one book. He prefers poetry books or classic english literature, but he also likes to read romance books or really bizarre dystopian novels.

- Has read more books than most people in the company and can give very detailed recommendations if you give him like a day.

- Sings operas in the shower, unless stopped he will keep going until the second act. Surprisingly good falsetto, but one time Tenma thought it was a Banshee for a second and almost cried into Juza’s chest.

- He’s not only an overly emotional drunk but also a loud drunk, he’s already quite loud but when he’s downed half a bottle of wine and a shot of vodka he’s louder than the Summer Troupe combined. Because of this, Izumi tends to restrict his alcohol intake when they’re at the dorm.

- I can see him being very big into musicals, not all musicals but a very specific niche; classic horror novels turned into musicals. He’s a very big fan of both the German and Korean versions of Dracula, his favorite song is probably “Zu Ende” or the Korean version of “It’s Over”. He also likes the Frankenstein musical too, but overall he finds Junsu’s Dracula more interesting thus his preference.

- He will talk your ear off if you mention any musical though, be it a classic like Phantom or something newer like Heathers.

- A very big fan of Ghibli movies, he told me so himself today. He really likes Spirited Away though, it’s a movie he’s watched so many times but he’s still completely enamoured by it; he probably has made the Winter Troupe watch it at least once and Hisoka definitely knows the beginning of the movie by heart now.

- Homare is also really good at drawing, not like Kazunari but he’s probably the second best. He learned by analyzing and looking at artists he admired and picking up on their techniques. A true Renaissance Man™️.

- I feel like he’d also have a bunch of skills that are kind of, useless? He can probably carve wood and make candles, he also took a course in glass blowing probably. Arisugawa just wants to try everything at least once, his motto is probably to explore and learn as much as possible, not just about art but the world (he can be surprisingly smart if you have a dictionary at hand).

- Very observant, just in general. Which can be both good and bad, it’s good because it helps him understand the situation in ways others might not but it leads to him to sometimes overthinking things and behaving in manners which may annoy or hurt others.

- He also has a hard time trying to react to social cues, as seen in game, with certain people. While he’s worked it out with the Winter troupe and the Mankai company he still struggles when it comes to new people.

- Will make little tunes he sings in the shower that kind of become a little daily song, each day there’s a new one he’ll hum.

- He also canonly makes music and he makes contemporary electro-pop, you cannot change my mind. He probably also mixes opera and classical music into his tunes, which can go from 1 minute to 10, so you end up with a very cool mix of orchestra and techno-pop - it’s not everyone’s cup of tea but he’s probably got his own niche group.

- Now, into more romantic HCs...

- He’s a good flirt, a very good flirt. They may sound weird looking back at it, but his pickup lines work and they work well.

- He knows when to stop pursuing someone too. He senses even a bit of discomfort and he’s backing away, won’t ask anything. Very big on consent and unless stated absolutely explicitly he’ll keep his distance.

- A true gentleman, please - he’ll never let his dates pay, always open the doors for them, will even do the “walk on the inside of the sidewalk” when he’s walking you home.

- His favorite dates tend to be ones where you get to know more about each other, not always necessarily by talking though. Being able to go into a bookstore and look at the books, seeing the ones you pick, what you pick at a cafe or restaurant, it all helps him draw a better picture of who you are and he likes to think it helps you get to know him better too.

- He’s very in tune with his S/O’s feelings but is afraid of overstepping any boundaries which may lead to some miscommunication at the beginning of the relationship. But it’s workable and it wouldn’t be that big an issue in the long run as long as his partner is willing to help him understand them.

- Not big on PDA, thinks certain things should remain inside - not to say he wouldn’t talk for hours about his partner to anyone who listens but things like kissing or hugs tend to be behind closed doors. He’s okay with hand holding and maybe a kiss on the cheek though!

- Likes wearing matching outfits with his S/O, thinks it shows how they’re “one in spirit, heart, and mind” and will not stop pointing it out to the point even married couples feel single as they hear him ramble on about the subtle coordination in your color schemes to create a perfect contrast.

- Notices the smallest things like how much sugar you like in your drinks, the telltale signs of when you’re lying or uncomfortable, how you act when you’re too cold or too hot, and learns it by heart.

- Homare is also the kind of boyfriend who’d confront the waiter if they get your order wrong, he’s not ashamed of it either.

- He kind of just wants to make sure you’re doing well and happy, he’s a gentleman.

- Damn… I love him so much

#—🎀 a3!#a3!#a3 #act! addict! actors!#act addict actors #homare arisugawa #homare arisugawa x reader #a3 homare #a3! homare #a3 homare x reader #a3! homare x reader #a3! x reader #a3 x reader #a3! fanfiction #arisugawa x reader #winter troupe #—✒️ sora’s scripts

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avengerscompound · 3 years

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Small Gods: Lazy Mornings - 6

Lazy Mornings: A Captain America Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 1516

Warnings: mentions of drug use

Synopsis: Steve Rogers has trouble taking time for himself. When his friends set him up with a person with a very unusual skill, perhaps he can learn that the quiet moments are just as important as everything else.

Chapter 6

Steve sat in the Avengers common area going over some paperwork from the last mission. It wasn’t a mission he had been on, he just had to sign off on things and make sure all the forms had been signed off properly, and that no one had broken protocol without a valid reason. It was the kind of work he usually did in the office. He didn’t like blending Cap with Steve because usually Steve barely got to see the light of day.

Right now he felt okay with it. There were more and more moments where the idea of Captain America didn’t even pop into his head, and balancing his personal time with a little work felt normal. The kind of thing most average everyday people did.

Sam and Clint were playing pool together while Bucky watched on, heckling both of them. Natasha was sitting at the bar nursing a drink while Wanda braided her hair. Bruce was sitting opposite him reading something on his tablet and occasionally frowning and picking up a different tablet and typing something.

Steve normally missed these quiet domestic moments because he would always be in his office on the phone, or going through intel with Hill - or just going through paperwork like he was now. It felt good. Normal. It made him miss you a little, but not in that way that dominated his thoughts or filled him with grief. It was a hopeful longing. He looked forward to seeing you again rather than dwelling on the fact you weren't here now.

He flicked over a page and use the highlight function to mark a section of text adding a note requesting any body cam footage available of the scene being described in the report.

The elevator door hummed as they opened into the room and Pepper and Tony came striding into the room arguing in the affectionate way that they did about a self-charging electric car.

Steve watched them both for a moment as they went to the bar and Tony fixed them both a drink. Steve smiled and went back to work but was quickly interrupted by Tony flopping down on the couch beside him. “What are you doing in here, Cap? Aren’t you always too busy to have fun?” He teased, nudging Steve with his elbow. “Is that a beer I see? Who let you off the chain? And what’s with that dopey smile?”

“Haven’t you heard, Tones,” Clint called. “Cap’s in lurve.”

Steve felt heat rise up the back of his neck and through his cheeks. He hadn’t been keeping the fact he’d been dating you a secret. It had been a setup after all, and Tony had been there when the setup had happened. He just hadn’t been talking about it much. He wanted to be sure that what he had with you wasn’t just a fleeting thing that was more about how he felt around you rather than how he felt about you. He knew that he was the expert in waiting too long, but with you, it felt like there was no rush or urgency to put any labels on what the two of you were doing. It was okay to just see how things played out and no one would get hurt.

“Is that so?” Tony said, sitting up a little straighter. “Are you smitten, Cap? Do we know her? Oh … is it the one Thor set you up with?”

“Relax, Tony,” Pepper scolded. “You’re going to pop a vessel in your brain.”

“My brain is perfect,” Tony said. “It’s my heart that I have issues with. But that’s not going to get Cap out of spilling the beans. I want to know everything about the woman who made it okay for him to come down and finish his paperwork with the rest of us slackers.”

Steve chuckled and put his tablet down. “There’s not much to tell really.”

“Have you two…?” Tony made a circle with his thumb and index finger on one hand and poked the index finger from his other hand in and out of the hole he’d made.

“Tony!” Pepper yelped and smacked him on the arm. “Don’t be vulgar.”

“But being vulgar is my whole schtick,” Tony teased. “Come on, Cap. Have you been getting down and dirty? Making the beast with two backs?”

“I’m not one to kiss and tell, Tony,” Steve said, mustering his best patient-but-disapproving voice.

“That’s a no,” Tony snarked.

“I never said that,” Steve said.

“Definitely a no,” Tony added. “Come on old man, you’ve got to have needs that need meeting.”

Steve chuckled and shook his head. “You worry about your needs and I’ll worry about mine.”

“Don’t worry,” Tony said. “Mine are getting more than fulfilled. I have room to worry about yours.”

Bruce snorted but didn’t look up from his tablet. When Steve looked over at the scientist, he noticed the grin on his face and the fact that while he was staring at the tablet, his eyes were not moving.

“Come on, Cap,” Tony pushed. “We want to know the details.”

“Just tell him would you,” Bucky grumbled. “You know he won’t give it up.”

“Sure won’t,” Tony agreed.

Steve sighed and shook his head. “There’s not much to tell,” he said. “We’ve been seeing each other for a while. She’s really unlike anyone I know, and I don’t feel in any rush to call it something it isn’t yet, but I like her, and I like being around her. A lot.”

“And she makes you feel like you can do your work in the common room?” Tony asked, tilting his head to the side.

Steve shrugged. “I guess she does,” he said. “Though you’re making me regret it.”

Tony threw his head back laughing. “We should have her around,” Tony said, looking at Pepper. “We haven’t met her.”

“I haven’t either,” Bucky called from his spot by the pool table.

“Me either!” Sam shouted.

“That seals it,” Tony said. “You haven’t even introduced your new lady friend to your best friend in the whole world, by which I mean me, not those two jack-asses that follow you around.”

“Fine,” Steve said. “You set it up, and I’ll invite her.”

“You’re going to hate her, Tony,” Bruce said with a soft laugh.

Tony looked over at him. “Who me? Why? What is she? Some kind of anti-capitalist anarchist?”

“No, we all know you love those,” Bruce teased. “She’s just… calming.”

“Yeah, makes you feel like you’ve smoked a joint,” Clint agreed.

Tony made a tutting sound. “Naughty, naughty, Legolas,” he said. “How would a superhero know what smoking a joint was like?”

“Yeah, like you don’t know what snorting cocaine is like,” Clint snarked.

“Wow,” Tony deadpanned. “Rude.” Clint flipped him off and went back to shooting pool. “Set it up, FRIDAY. We’ll have it on the party deck. A formal dinner. Get caterers, a bartender, at least two waiters. What kind of food does she like? She allergic to anything?”

“That’s all way too much,” Steve sighed, resigned to the fact that the train had already left the station and he was on it whether he liked it or not.

“Let’s make it Italian,” Tony said, completely ignoring him. “Make sure there’s something vegetarian for Wanda.”

“And pizza!” Clint shouted.

“Fine, a few different types,” Tony said. “You’ll let us know if she can’t eat anything, right?”

“Yes, Tony,” Steve groaned. “I’ll ask her.”

“Friday sound good, FRIDAY?” Tony asked.

“You have the Clean Energy gala on Friday,” FRIDAY responded.

“Right, right,” Tony said. “Saturday then.”

“Saturday you’re free,” FRIDAY confirmed.

“Done,” Tony said. “You tell your lady friend; Saturday at seven.”

“As long as you never refer to her as my lady friend again,” Steve teased, making Pepper laugh.

“I’m so sorry you’ve been railroaded like this,” Pepper apologized. “But I am excited to meet her. You never bring anyone home.”

“Yeah, I want to meet her too,” Bucky called.

Steve smiled and shook his head. He did like the idea of introducing you to everyone. He would have perhaps liked a little more time to keep you to himself, and while it could get frustrating how much his friends like to meddle in his personal life, it was nice to know they cared about him that much. It would be like bringing you home to meet his parents - or his really meddlesome siblings. Maybe everyone needed to have that moment where you had to meet the family, even if the family was just a mottle crew of people who wanted to save the world.

Steve picked up his tablet and stood up. “I better go call her then,” he said.

“Tell her hi from me,” Clint called as Tony sat back smugly and took a sip of his Scotch.

“Will do,” Steve said and made his way back to his office feeling glad. If he was honest with himself, he was pretty happy he had a reason to call you. Maybe he’d go and visit you when he was done with his paperwork.

// NEXT

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Odinson M.D. (Loki x reader) Pt. 1

I’m excited for this series honestly. I’m doing a lot of research so I write this medically correct tho, if yall see anything wrong don’t be afraid to tell me ^^

Summary: Y’all wanted a House AU so here it is. Loki is a doctor who keeps most people at bay with his sharp wit and sarcasm. He doesn’t understand the need for romantic ploys and casual human discussion. He thrives in the hospital, trying to figure out the unknown, even if his methods turn a bit morally ambiguous at times. That’s why he has Thor and Frigga to keep him in line although he would argue he has no need for it. You just happen to be a doctor on tenure under Loki’s tutelage along with Steve Rogers and Peter Parker. Can you convince the jaded doctor you’re just what he needs to keep him on his toes?

Loki feels the, what had started as pin pricks now, full blown boredom eating away at his overactive mind. He folds sticky notes, from his rolling chair, into small balls and flicks them over to his brother, Thor, who stands fiddling with a broken, plastic Santa sitting on the desk they hang around. Thor proudly wears his white lab coat on top of a nice plaid button down and brown, pressed slacks. Loki prefers to stick to his more casual clothes, if not a bit fashionable for casual, for a doctor. He wears a black cashmere sweater with gray, pressed slacks, a nice pair of oxfords to finish his style. It’s enough to keep him warm during the winter season.

Christmas, such a mainstream holiday. Loki abhors this season what with all the festive cheer and decorations that litter NYC. You can’t walk two feet without being guilted into giving money to the people who stand on corners with bells for the Salvation Army. You can’t buy something nice without a cashier smiling at you, as if all knowing, and asking who you’re giving this gift to with cheerfulness in their high pitched voices. What he especially hates is that Odin expects him to show up to the family dinner every Christmas, seeing as Thor has a wife and has to spend half his time with her family. Loki is the black sheep that’s expected to pick up where his brother has neglected. All in all, Loki would demolish this one holiday from existence if he had the even the slightest chance.

The only good thing about being a doctor was that meant he could get away from most of the holiday by working through it. He couldn’t always escape the dinners seeing as his mother, Frigga, was of administration and Dean of Medicine on his floor. Not only did that hinder him but his father owned the hospital, so he was at a disadvantage, if only by a bit.

“We are condemned to useless labor.” Loki sighs out, his fingers playing with another yellow sticky note, crushing it into a ball.

“Fourth circle of hell,” Thor replies with a roll of his eyes as a paper ball launches towards him, hitting him in the cheek before falling to the ground. “Charting goes a lot faster when you eliminate all classic poetry, brother.” Thor says lightly. A suggestive twitch of his lips all Thor gives to a bored Loki.

Loki takes time from making paper balls to look over at the pile of charts next to him, sitting on the clinic’s lobby desk, waiting for his attention. He’s sure if the charts came to life they would resemble a dog, desperate for attention, wagging its tail with excitement when he finally looks at it. “Writing down what we already know to be read by nobody,” Loki brings his attention back to making another paper ball, completely ignoring the fact that Thor had rolled his eyes so hard he probably has a headache. “Pretty sure Dante would qualify that as useless,” Loki says lightly, a frown on his lips.

“You’re two weeks behind on your charting!” Thor says with exasperation, stopping his fiddling with the Santa to look at Loki as if he had offended Thor personally.

Loki flicks another ball at Thor, however he misses his target and, it sails past Thor, hits Frigga on the chest whom had just walked into the clinic. She watches the paper fall to the ground, giving Loki a look of disappointment. The man gives his mother an innocent smile from his seat. “Oops! I missed.”

“Are you eight years old?” The poised woman asks with a squint in her eyes as she walks over to the side of the desk Loki and Thor reside at. She picks up one of Loki’s charts and reads it with flickering eyes.

“Could an eight year old do this?” Loki asks, catching Frigga’s eyes, and sticks his tongue out at his mother who rolls her eyes. What is it about Loki that causes everyone to roll their eyes? Something he’ll never get the answer to, not because he can’t but because he doesn’t care enough to find the answer when it’s so painfully obvious.

Loki’s mother lifts Loki’s chart, she had picked up, a little higher as if trying to garner Loki’s attention, after she had finished reading through it, and looks at him with frustration. “You have a patient in exam one, Loki.”

Loki settles further into the rolling chair, throwing the pad of sticky notes on the desk, bringing his hands together over his stomach and lacing his fingers. Loki embodies the epitome of comfort and relaxation. He shrugs. “Yes but see I’m off at twelve and it’s already five off...” He shakes his head minutely with a look that says ‘Not much I can do’. He’s rather hoping his mother will let him off the hook this one time. He knows she has a soft spot for him and takes full advantage of that. Thor remains quiet on the matter, playing with the plastic Santa that’s supposed to sing when you press its button.

“She’s been waiting for you since eleven.” Frigga says with finality. Setting his chart down, Loki swears he could hear a gravel slamming down, and then she leaves but not without a pointed look at Loki. This meant Loki isn’t getting away this time. He sits there with his lips pursed and a frown etched into his eyebrows as he watches her retreating form.

“Melancholy without hope, which circle is that?” Loki pointedly asks Thor who looks at him with a sympathetic look only causing Loki to scoff and rolls his eyes as he stands, grabs his cane, and makes his way towards exam room one.

Loki limps into the room, already conscientious about his gold and green cane, making sure it doesn’t hit the wall as he slips into the exam room.

Looking back Loki doesn’t regret the choices his made on the cane. The man liked attention from the right people. He hates most casual people seeing as he usually finds them boring, predictable, and the need for small talk not something he takes much joy from. The cane definitely stood out and was the starter of conversation for common man that passed him by, unfortunately. This wasn’t enough to make Loki regret his ostentatious picks on his cane though.

The cane itself is light but durable. The stabilizer at the bottom had four anti-slip feet, covered by a wide quad base, all black and shiny. The cane, in all its glory, was emerald green, specifically requested by Loki, and had snakes engraved in the metal base. The snake outline, repeated around the entire cane, were then dusted in gold and, shined pretty and proper when in the sun. The snakes that run from the bottom to the top, run up the cane with open mouths as if devouring the brethren that followed up the last snake. When they reach the top of the cane, the handle’s edge, they stopped. The handle itself was covered in pure gold. The inside of it was carbon so it was lighter to carry but still very durable. The handle was fashioned after the head of a Black Mamba. Sleek and slim but one of the deadliest, most venomous snakes in the world. A symbol of Loki’s true power, or at least that’s what he told anyone that asks. In all honesty, Loki had picked the Black Mamba head because he thought it looked cute. He had a reputation to uphold, however.

Loki pushes his way into the exam room to find three nuns, one on the medical bed with two nuns on each side. As he closes the door he turns his head so he may let his eyes go wide without the women seeing his exasperated look. He turns his head back after the door is closed and he reins in his emotions.

“Hi, I’m doctor Odinson,” Loki supplies the three women, setting his cane aside in the room and looking up at the women with a small tilt of his lips. “What seems to be the problem?” He asks the woman sitting on the bed.

“Show him your hands, Augustine,” One of the sisters demands of Augustine, the woman on the bed Loki tabs in his head.

As the woman shifts the cloth covering her hands Loki takes the time to pop a pain pill into his mouth, swallowing without water if only because he’s been taking them for years for his disability. The use of the word disability is new, seeing how he didn’t take to the word too kindly in the beginning. As of now, he has accepted it for what it is and calls it as it should be, a disability. Something that may hinder him but does not define who he is or ever shall be.

Sister Augustine lifts her hands in front of her and they shake a bit as she holds them out for Loki to examine. They look raw, red, and as if they’re wet but in reality it’s because they’re covered in an ointment and severe rash. They’re pruned as if they spent too much time in water. When she turns over her hands to show him the palms he notes that they’re also raw and red, but more so and bleeding probably from scratching.

“It looks like stigmata.” The sister on the right of Augustine needlessly announces to Loki, or possibly to no one in particular. The other sister on the left shushes at her. Loki has to resist the urge to roll his eyes at her remark. Of course this ignorant nun would condemn her sister for something as simple as an allergic reaction. She finds the rash to be a form of disgrace on her sister. Typical.

Loki steps forwards, his eyes on her hands, “Must be all the talk around the holy water cooler.” He lightly supplies the three sisters with a joke to break the tension that had risen from the sister’s remark of stigmata. His eyes come to rest on her hands and as he reaches up to hold them in his own says, “You been washing a lot of dishes lately?” Loki glances up at sister Augustine’s aloof face.

“I help out in the kitchen.” Augustine replies.

“Anything new in the kitchen?” Loki asks, trying to pinpoint what’s causing the rash.

“We just got a donation of pots and pans this week.” The nameless nun tells Loki which supplies Loki with an answer for her reaction. Dish soap, pots and pans wouldn’t have caused such a reaction.

“I unpacked and washed them.” Augustin gives Loki, trying to help him out.

“Should have spent your time saving souls,” Loki says, his natural sarcasm coming over him, “It’s easier on the hands.” He says with a face that could be taken as contrite but is actually irony. “This is contact dermatitis. You’re allergic to dish soap.” Loki tells the nuns, his mind bored with how easy this diagnoses is.

As Loki turns to write down his report in the chart one of the nameless nuns speaks up. “Nonsense! We’ve always used that soap, why would it be a problem now?” She asks Loki.

Loki lets his head tilt back as he looks at the ceiling with a playful look on his face. “I’ve been a doctor for years,” He looks at the nun who spoke up, “Why do I have to keep assuring people I know what I’m doing?” He asks rhetorically. Not only talking about the nuns, Loki thinks of the many times where he has had to convince his own mother, and brother, that he knew what he was doing, going so far as to proving it.

“A person can become allergic to substances they’ve had repeated and prolonged exposure to.” Loki explains, his eyebrow raising perfectly, as if asking if the sisters had any other remarks to make before he looks down at the chart for Augustine to write his report real quick.

Loki then makes his way to the cabinet and picks out a small box inside of it. “Good news is, free samples!” He gives a fake smile, and excited tone, to the nuns. “I’m giving you an antihistamine to stop the allergic reaction,” He explains his process. “Take one every eight hours, might make you sleepy, and get some over the counter Cortisone cream, for the itchiness.” Loki looks at sister Augustine to make sure she understood his words, nodding at her when she gives an understanding nod, then handing her two pills from the box he had pulled from the cabinet.

“Thank you, doctor.” Augustine says with a small smile and nod.

“Want me to get some water?” Loki asks the women.

“I have some tea!” A nameless nun says, grabbing her thermos and giving it to Augustine.

Loki nods at the nun and backs up to pick up the chart. “Relax for a minute, the pills work pretty fast.” Then he leaves the room thinking he is done for the day in the clinic, thank god.

Loki throws the chart on top of his other charts he had left on the desk with Thor, in the lobby, and sighs as he limps around the desk and to Thor’s side.

“Still out by twelve.” Thor says, more so to grate on Loki’s nerves than anything.

Loki lets it go but replies, “How do you solve the problem of dermatitis.”

“Doctor? I want to thank you for your patience.” A sister says interrupting the conversation Loki was about to have with Thor. One of the sisters from Augustine’s side now stands in the clinic’s lobby with Loki and Thor. Her face showing she genuinely means it.

Loki manages to give Thor a disparaging look when he asks, “She talking to you?” As if shocked Loki was getting any kind of compliment. Loki can’t fault him there, he isn’t used to getting compliments either. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t bask in it but it is a little uncomfortable.

“I don’t know, she’s certainly looking at me...” Loki says back to Thor, shifting his weight from foot to foot in discomfort. He turns, watches, as the sister makes her way over to him, standing a little over a foot away. Enough distance to be comfortable since she is a stranger but a little too close for Loki’s comfort anyways. He hates people, so physical, so sentimental.

“It’s so good to get a secular diagnosis.” The nun offers Loki with a gratified look on her face, her body swaying with her words like she really means them.

Loki feels the frown come over his face and he tilts his head down at the sister.

“The sisters tend to interpret their diagnosis as divine intervention.” The nun explains to a bewildered Loki.

“And you don’t?” Loki asks, his voice not betraying his confusion but it’s definitely there. This sister is very...different from regular nuns, he can already tell. Her ideologies being promulgated so plainly are leaving Loki in an almost disoriented state. “Then you’re wearing an awfully funny hat.” Loki says, his sarcasm coming out to hide his true feelings on this whole conversation. The sister merely tilts her head with a look that says ‘Very funny’.

“Oh boy.” Thor whispers behind Loki. Loki can feel him shifting as if he wants to escape this situation just as much as Loki. “Excuse me.” Thor says grabbing all his charts and reports so he may make a swift exit. Loki glances back at Thor, his face now shifting from its usual neutrality to a look of perplexity and a hint of longing as he wants to leave too. Loki looks back to the sister, hiding his emotions again as she speaks.

“If I break my leg I believe it happened for a reason. I believe God wanted me to break my leg,” The sister says, her face showing nothing short than utter earnestness that almost makes Loki gag. “I also believe he wants me to put a cast on it.” The sister finishes causing Loki’s lips to twitch upwards and forget his brief nausea. He likes her, something no one that truly knew him would take lightly.

“Doctor! Something’s wrong!” The other sister says loudly as she races into the lobby. This breaks the little moment the sister was having with Loki and he stands at attention.

They all make their way back to exam room one with hast in their steps and Loki’s limp.

When Loki enters the room he finds Augustine to be hunched over, rapidly breathing but the air is filled with wheezes as if she can’t get breath into her lungs. Loki quickly tabs this as an asthmatic attack but grabs his stethoscope and brings it up to her chest. “Lift up your chin.” He demands softly, letting the stethoscope land on her chest when she does and moves it from the left to the right side listening to her lungs and heart as she panically breathes in faster.

“Sister you’re having an asthma attack, I need you to relax,” Loki drops the stethoscope from her chest, taking it from his ears, and turns to the drawers in the room, “Roll up her sleeve, please.” He demands of the sister next to him. He quickly picks up an syringe from the drawer he opened and turns back to sister Augustine. “I’m going to give you epinephrine,” He explains. “It will open your lungs and help you breathe.”

Loki uncaps the shot, by mouth, and quickly sticks the sister’s arm, injecting the liquid components of the epinephrine into her upper arm with fluid movements as if he’s done this a thousand times before, because he has.

Loki looks up at sister Augustine to assess the situation. The cap of the needle still in his mouth which he lightly grinds around with his teeth, almost nervous but not quite.

Everything is quiet for a moment. Loki takes this time to remove the needle from the sister’s arm and replace it with a cotton ball which he presses to her skin with moderate strength to stop any blood flow that may have followed the intrusion.

“What happened?” One of the sisters ask.

Loki foregoes the answer to that question to ask his own, “Did she take the pill?” He looks at the sister next to him, the one that had warned him of the situation and had stayed behind with sister Augustine. The one that had called it stigmata.

“Yes.” She says in a tone that betrays confusion and defensiveness.

“It’s an allergic reaction.” Loki explains ignoring the sister’s emotions at his question.

“She’s allergic to an anti-allergy medicine?” The same sister asks in an incredulous tone now.

Sister Augustine sits there taking in small mouthfuls of air, as if she now understands breathing is a commodity. Her body is still hunched over as she grabs at the medical bed with a white knuckled grip. Loki looks at her sympathetically. “How are you feeling?” He asks thinking about what variations he can use to treat her allergic reaction on her hands now that the blood rushing experience is over. “I’ll put you on some steroids instead.” He decides out loud, capping the syringe he used and throwing it away in the designated red safety box.

“Is my heart supposed to be feeling so funny?” Sister Augustine asks breathlessly, Loki watching as she brings a hand up to grab at her chest.

“It’s called adrenaline, makes the heart beat fast.” Loki says flippantly but puts two fingers on her pulse point on her wrist just to check if it’s something worth looking into. Loki looks at Augustine with concern, his eyes flitting around the room in thought, “But not this fast.”

Sister Augustine takes in a deep breath, wheezing again.

“Get a nurse, please.” He tells one of the sisters in a calm but pressing tone.

Sister Augustine leans into Loki’s body with a whimper and he grabs her so he may lightly rest her on the bed in a supine position. He leans over her watching her and trying to figure out what’s wrong, what could possibly be causing this, and how to fix it, fast.

“Somebody help!” Loki hears the nun call outside the room.

His attention is diverted when sister Augustine passes out. He quickly puts the stethoscope in his ears and puts the diaphragm on her chest, checking for her heart beat first, then her lungs. There is no comforting beat to be heard and her breathing has completely stopped as if it never existed, pulling this situation from a simple allergic reaction to something far, far more serious than Loki had anticipated.

“Somebody get in here!” Loki yells out frustrated no one has answered their calls for help. Finally a nurse in blue scrubs comes in, realizing the situation is of immediate emergency and looks at Loki so she may help.

“Call a code and charge up the defibrillator, she’s got no pulse.” He says speedily, starting to perform CPR on sister Augustine. The nurse flees from the room in record time to grab a defibrillator and yell at someone to call a code blue.

Loki manages CPR for a few minutes until the defib team comes in and takes over. They only barely manage to bring sister Augustine back to life.

Loki stands at the doorway, the two other sister next to him praying, he bites at his thumb. His mind is racing with the need for an answer. What caused this? What was he missing? It’s an allergic reaction, there’s no doubt about that, nonetheless he can’t figure out why everything he tried sent her into further shock. She couldn’t possibly have been allergic to everything he gave her, antihistamine and epinephrine. There is a factor here that he doesn’t know about, something is missing, and he would figure it out if it was the last thing he did.

Loki barely glances at one of the sisters as they take a drink from a thermos before going back to saying their Hail Mary’s.

Tagging (because they showed interest for this series): @rosaline-black @blueberrynonnie

I won’t tag yall in any other posts unless you specify you’d like that! i just wanted you both to know i started it and if you’d still be interested 😊

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