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autoandro-meda · 2 months

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shut in

You never really liked going outside as an adult. It was stressful; you usually did not have other people to hang out with. Talking to strangers made you anxious, and all of that was made worse with the fact that you were frequently misgendered. You always tried to reassure yourself that it was not your fault; those people are behind with the times. Yet, every time it happens, you question why you have been afraid to start HRT.

The people online almost make it a moral choice. Trans men CAN go on testosterone, sure, but it bothers a lot fewer people to be the trans boy who still wears a dress, puts on makeup, does not want an inch of facial hair or body fat, and does not complain when he is conflated as a slightly quirkier 'woman light.'

The judgment was so scary that you didn't hop on HRT right away. You needed a new place and contacted an LGBT center for resources. It wound up connecting you with two other trans men who live together and need a third roomie; to say the least, you applied quickly. They accepted you!

And how they did.

Your roommates had seen your case before, too afraid to live happily as a man but too far out of the closet too. It hurt them, and they made sure to let you know that this new home was your comfort zone. Everything was shared, and they did not mind a light mess. When you were told this, your mind lit on fire. It was your younger roommate who held up a vial of testosterone, made it clear you could have some despite not having done a blood test. They could not watch you be dysphoric, and you could no longer stand it.

You stayed home for months. They showed you what games were their favorites, and you often camped out on the couch or PC playing all day. It made your brain feel like mush. When your roommate comes home and asks if you have moved in the past 12 hours, you chuckle and say no. He runs hands through your hair, which feels like it's getting thicker, and calls you a good boy.

No one judged you, and as you navigated your safe inside world, a newfound respect blossomed around you. Your voice, now deeper, resonated strength and authenticity. Your roommates embraced your carefree spirit as you worked from home, showering you with compliments on your remarkable transition. Admittedly, envy tinged their admiration; your rapidly emerging stubble added a rugged charm, and those small, yet defined biceps spoke of the muscle you've gained during your seclusion. In this brief span, you've transformed into a striking and admirable young man, a testament to the beauty of your journey

It shocked you when they asked you to come along with them to a pub, and much less on a date with both of them. Considering you had spent most of the day laying in bed and seeing how much arousal your new bottom growth could take, going out sounded a bit unlike you. But they insisted, they even picked out a nice broad outfit with a thick new windbreaker to wear; you couldn't say no.

So you went, and when you got there that night, the two of them took your hands and led you to the entrance of a bar. There, you thought you might start crying, as your two girl best friends from back in high school were waiting at the front. They were a couple, and you adored them both, but they always told you to hesitate on that hormone stuff; you know it's irreversible.

You start to panic as sweat beads on the tip of your fuzzy little chin. You go to apologize, but one of your roommates cuts you off. He introduces you by your name; that's odd, these two know you and your name, why are you being introduced? The two of them look at the three of you; you stood in the middle between your well-built and passing roommates. You realize something has shifted; you have been gone so long and taking these shots that people no longer misinterpret you. Your old friends, and likely everyone else, see you less as a confused failure and now see the boy who simply likes to stay in most of the time.

One of the girls giggles at you - it seems to have suddenly clicked. She laughs about how this makes so much more sense, look at how dopey and blissed out you have become. Everyone used to worry that being a scummy man would be unbecoming of you, but now that the change has been made, it makes you feel good to see everyone having fun with you.

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starfirewildheart · 4 months

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Chapter 5

The Wolf and the Flame

Summary: Geralt had just found Ciri and was headed to Kaer Morhen when something drew him into the woods. He found a woman near death and things changed for them all. (I suck at summaries just read please!) Yennefer is bad in the start of this but she and Geralt work on their friendship. Eskel is a dick at first but there is a reason and it works out. Will have a happy ending. Ciri is younger here than in the netflix show. She is about 12.

Warnings: abuse history, injuries, hurt comfort, no one under 18 to be safe, will add when I need to

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Yennefer cursed under her breath as she heard Geralt returning faster than she’d expected. He’d gone into the woods while Ciri and Jaskier were packing their things on the horses. She had to do this now if it was going to happen and she knew it. She’d helped Naurel to her feet with the guise of leading her to the horses just before she threw down the vial that caused the portal to flicker open.

“YENNEFER!” Geralt yelled when he saw the air ripple and wave to life. He ran toward it diving just in time to grab Naurel and pull her back causing all of them to topple to the ground. He rolled to his feet as did Yennefer and she tried to bolt toward the portal. It faded just before she reached it.

“Fuck,” she tried to figure out what to do. Had he seen her open the portal? If he hadn’t seen her do it then maybe she could claim surprise. If he had seen her could she make it to Ciri in time to take her instead since Geralt had his hands on Naurel? She only had one more potion to open a portal and she had to make it count. Movement caught her attention and Geralt’s as they both turned to see six Kikimora running toward them from where the portal had been.

“Fuck,” Geralt grabbed an elixir from the holster on his thigh and drank it as he pulled his sword from his back. He stopped one of them from slicing into Naurel by cutting its front legs off then stabbing it through the head. “Stand with Ciri and Jaskier,” he ordered. She ran to them and they all huddled together near the horses.

His sword arced through the air sending black blood flying as he fought against the monsters. They were fast and vicious as they encircled him instinctively knowing if they took out the biggest threat together the humans would be no match for them.

“Geralt!” Ciri gasped as one Kikimora stabbed into his thigh as another sliced across his side while he cut the head off of another with his sword. She hid her face in Naurel’s shoulder.

Naurel saw them spitting venom at the witcher and could see the smoke rising from his skin as it was melting away. Her hand was searching Geralt’s saddlebags while keeping her eyes on the battle trying to find anything that would help. By the time her hand closed around the handle of a dagger Geralt had killed four of the six creatures but he was fading from blood loss and the acid-like venom they had spit on him. “Jaskier, take Ciri,” she said, shoving the girl to the bard. Naurel stepped carefully toward Geralt and the two remaining Kikkimora’s just as the witcher hit his knees. “Hey!” she yelled to get their attention as she sliced across her arm.

“No!” Geralt’s voice was different, more dangerous and demanding with the elixir. “What the fuck are you doing?”

She held up her hand letting the blood flow freely knowing it would drive them crazy. Everything after that happened so quickly it was a blur. Geralt was on his feet right behind them swinging his sword and cutting them to pieces. He cut one’s head from its body and with a huge leap through the air he stabbed the other one from the top of the head through, driving his sword in the ground with a squish.

Geralt saw another portal open to his right and four people running toward them. On instinct, he raised his blade to the first one but stopped short of killing him. “You look like day-old shit,” he rasped before dropping his weapon to the ground and leaning heavily on Naurel while grasping the bleeding gash on her arm.

Eskel was shocked when he saw Geralt was the one at the site of the attack, Their amulets had all alerted them to the presence of monsters nearby, and with Triss at the keep, she offered to portal them so they didn’t have to ride in the snow. He hadn’t expected to see his brother at the other end.

“What the fuck happened here?” Lambert asked as he saw the four humans and the six dead Kikkimoras.

“A portal opened and released the kikimora,” Geralt explained. “Nothing else came through though,” his confusion was clear. “Did you see anything?” he looked at Naurel.

She wasn’t sure what happened. It looked to her that Yennefer used a potion to open a portal but why would she do that? She was a witch, she didn’t need a potion for that. “I..I don’t know. I just saw Yennefer drop a potion and then everything went wavy.

All eyes turned to Yennefer who thought up a lie quickly. “I had made a potion for Naurel and was about to give it to her when the portal opened. I didn’t see anything come through besides the creatures. I’m sorry I wasn’t of more help but I was trying to get her to safety.” Geralt could hear her heart racing but he didn’t question her. She breathed a sigh of relief.

It was decided that Geralt, Naurel, Ciri, Yennefer, and Jaskier would accompany Triss and Eskel to Kaer Morhen through a portal while Lambert and Cohen brought the horses up the path. It ensured that the keeps location remained a secret and also that Geralt and his friend could be treated quicker.

When they stepped out of the portal he put his arms around Ciri and Naurel ushering them into the great hall with Yen and Jaskier following with Eskel. “Look who we found,” Eskel shouted at the other witchers.

“We thought you were dead,” one of them yelled.

“Not yet,” he grinned as they all moved to embrace their brother. Naurel and Ciri smiled as they watched them interact.

“Wolf?”

Geralt turned toward the newest voice. “Vesimer,” he hugged the old witcher then introduced his companions.

“Damn three women and a bard,” one of his brothers smirked. “You must be in hell.” Naurel grinned and shook her head at their banter before allowing Triss to guide her to a seat at one of the tables.

Once greetings were shared and everyone started drinking and telling stories Geralt sent Ciri and Jaskier off in search of rooms and Triss, Vesimer, Geralt, and Naurel all moved to the laboratory. Naurel insisted that Geralt be looked over too after all of the venom and he smiled. “I’m a witcher. I will heal on my own.”

She wasn’t happy about it but she relented and let Triss expose her wounds. Vesimer stepped forward but stopped, “May I?” she nodded her consent, grateful he’d asked before touching her. After much looking and touching, even drawing blood for testing she was on edge but covered in salves and most of her wounds were healed by Triss. She wasn’t hurting nearly as much now.

Knowing that she’d agreed to come here to help Geralt figure out why he was so drawn to her she knew she had to come clean now. She looked at him, “You’re sure they can be trusted?” After all the things that had happened she was terrified of their reaction and them turing her over to the enemy again.

“Yes,” he assured her as he slipped his arm around her for support.

Vesimer looked at them both in question but gave her the time she needed to find her words. “I.. I’m not sure where to start to be honest. I was a slave in Centra all my life, sold when I was three, and just traded around to a few families. There was nothing about my life that seemed important at all. It was really boring, to be honest, until the day I was sent to the market to buy a sweet cake for the master's child’s birthday. You see his mother didn’t like to cook and she feared that he was already too reliant on me so if I made him a birthday cake that it would make him look to me more than her,” she knew she was babbling but couldn’t stop herself.

“I went to the market after lunch and bought a sweet cake and a wooden soldier that my master wanted to give him as a present. As I was walking from one merchant to another there was a group of guardsmen wandering around and one of them made a crude comment to me. I ignored him and finished the shopping but they were waiting for me as I left.” A shiver wracked her body at the memory and Geralt rubbed her back soothingly. “They cornered me and kept trying to touch me making lewd comments about things they wanted to do to me or me to do to them. I tried to walk past again and one of them grabbed my breast. I..I slapped him,” her voice wavered and tears spilled down her face. She looked at Geralt with wide, pleading eyes as she tried to explain her actions like she was going to be punished for them again. “It was stupid I know but I didn’t even realize I was doing it until I felt my hand connect with his cheek.”

His heart broke at the fear that was coming off of her. Geralt hugged her close to him rockinging her gently to try and sooth her. When she was finally able to speak through the sobs she started again. “They knocked me down in the mud and started hitting and kicking me as they ripped at my dress. That’s when I heard someone yell he’d been robbed and he came running over to the guard. They spoke in whispers and suddenly they were going through my basket. I just sat there with my knees pulled to my chest trying to cover myself where they’d ripped my dress while they dumped everything on the ground.” She looked up at Geralt with tear-filled eyes, “I watched him drop the bracelet onto the pile of things. He took it from his pocket and just dropped it. The guard saw him do it but he arrested me anyway.”

He wanted to go kill the guardsmen but he was pretty sure they were likely already dead. “Is that where you were tortured?”

“N..no. The man who accused me of stealing, the one who put the bracelet in my things, He requested I be turned over to him as punishment. Queen Calanthe agreed to his request and I was taken to his carriage and bound to it.”

“Do you know his name?” Vesimer asked.

“No. No one ever said his name in my presents. I don’t know how long he held me captive and tortured me. He would starve me until I was too weak to fight back then he would do all sorts of medical experiments,” she shivered at the memory. “When he got tired of cutting things and breaking my bones he moved to magic.” She looked at Triss, “It was nothing like you do. It felt,” she paused and searched for the proper words. “It felt wrong, like it was fueled by hate but I had never even seen the man. What did I do to make him hate me?” she questioned.

“Some people are just evil, girl,” Vesimer told her. “We witchers were made to fight monsters and protect humans but when they created us they didn’t consider that some humans were monsters.”

“It blurred the lines of what we do that’s for sure,” Geralt agreed.

She rested her head on his shoulder. All the emotions were draining her energy. “He cast all sorts of spells, forced potions into me, performed rituals, injections” she shook her head. “I don’t know what he did to me but I felt as if all the warmth from my body was turned to ice. I’ve never been warm since. I’m always weak and tired and it takes all my energy to just walk sometimes.”

Triss put some water in a cup and handed it to Naurel. She accepted it gratefully but her hands were shaking so bad that Geralt had to help her steady it to take a drink. Not realizing how thirsty she’d been till the cool liquid hit her tongue she drank it down quickly then blushed when she realized she’d gulped it down. “Were you always on the move like when Geralt found you,” Triss asked.

“No, I was kept in a dungeon most of the time. I don’t know why they moved me but one night, I guess it was night, I had no way of seeing the sky, they moved me and I was whisked away in some traveling camp. It was on the third day of being kept in the camp that the attack happened.”

“Do you know who attacked?” Vesimer asked.

Naurel hesitated unsure if she should tell them. She felt Geralt lift her chin and turn her head so that he was looking into her eyes. “Please, we need to know. You can trust us.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you. I just,” she sighed. “It’s so unbelievable.”

“More than mutant warriors who fight monsters?” he smiled at her trying to ease her tension.

“He was about to kill me. I guess with everything going on it was too much trouble to keep experimenting on me. Just as he held the blade high to stab me in the chest, howls ripped through their air and he froze. I heard the soldiers screaming and then yipping and barking. The mage fled the tent to see what was happening and I forced myself to roll off the table and crawled out of the tent. I don’t know if I was just trying to see what was happening or hoping he’d come to finish what he’d started but I did not expect what happened next.”

“A wolf pack, three grays, and one huge white wolf had killed all of them except the mage. I saw him open a portal and flee. I lay on the ground unable to run as the white wolf stalked toward me. He stood over me and I was positive he was going to kill me but instead, he laid down and wrapped himself around me. We stayed like that for three days. He kept me warm and tried to feed me by dropping random chunks of the guards on me and when I refused he started to get upset. On the third day, he stood over me and tried to pour a mouth full of blood into my mouth. I curled up so that he missed and he gave a growl that terrified me before he howled loudly. It wasn’t long after that, maybe ten minutes, before you arrived.” She took a shaky breath, it felt better to get it out. Not having to hide her crazy meant that they could lock her away and be done with it.

They were all three staring at her but it was Vesimer who spoke first. “Geralt’s guide is a white wolf.”

“Guide?” she asked.

“When you become a witcher you go through different trials,” Geralt explained. “Some witchers find spirit animals that help guide them on their tests. My animal was a white wolf.”

“It’s a rare thing for a witcher to have a spirit guide, it’s one of a few things that makes Geralt special among us. Geralt was destined for something more and we’ve always known that but we just don’t know what it is. It seems that you are destined to be a part of that too,” Vesimer told her.

“I noticed something when I met you but I didn’t think anything of it until now,” Triss said. “The way the two of you interact is different. He says something and you lower your head and bare your neck to him, other times you look like you want to argue but you can’t.”

Naurel’s face burned red as she tried to hide behind her hair. “He has this rumbling growl that makes me listen even when I don’t want to and this scent that will almost make me enthralled.” There, now her embarrassment was complete.

“I find myself drawn to her, even before I knew her,” Geralt continued. “I can’t stand for her to be out of my sight and I’m so protective of her that sometimes even friends touching her causes a reaction. She smells,” his eyes close, “like safety and home.” He looked at her, his pupils blown wide, “I fight the urge to mark her every second.”

Vesimer and Triss share a look before the sorceress goes to retrieve a book. “Geralt was injected with a mutagen that had wolf DNA in it. He picked up the aspects of the wolf,” Triss said as she handed them the book. “He is an alpha, the strongest in his pack and you my dear seem his mate.”

“What? No,” Naurel shook her head. “He already has a mate. He’s bound to Yennefer, not me. I came here so that one of you could free me from whatever magic binds us and he can be free of me.”

“I’m not bound to Yennefer,” Geralt growled.

“Did you not wish..” she argued but he cut her off.

“I made a fucking wish that our deaths be bound. She was trying to kill herself by becoming host to the Djinn. It's the only reason she agreed to help Jaskier to begin with. She thought he was the one with the wishes. When I came for him she was trying to capture the Djinn in her body, to become the vessel. A Djinn can not kill its master so I used the last wish to bind our deaths.”

“But you… after,” Naurel waved her hands as if to signify what she wasn’t saying.

“I couldn’t fucking sleep!” he roared like that explained everything. “I was tense and frustrated,” he growled.

“You slept with Yennefer too?” Triss asked, petulantly.

“You whore,” Naurel snapped. Triss gasped but then saw the woman was looking at Geralt and not her. “I guess you have a thing for witches!” She stood and started to walk out but he grabbed her arm and stopped her.

Geralt glared at Vesimer who was not even attempting to hide his laughter before turning back to Naurel. “That was years ago before I even knew who you were! You can’t judge me on my past.”

She really wanted to argue but realized he was right and it made her sort of angry because he was hers. Wait, where had that thought come from? “Fine but what are you going to do about Yennefer? She thinks you are mates.”

“I will talk with her,” he promises as he pulls her close and breathes in her scent.

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lemissingmask · 7 months

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[ID: Sketch of Eliot Spencer with long hair and in a sleeveless top, tied to an upright chair with his hands bound behind it and his neck held to the back of the chair with a thick leather band. He has blood and bruises visible on his face. In the background, beyond him, is Alexandra Bligh walking towards him and talking, and in the foreground is a close up of someone drawing a bright red liquid from a vial into a syringe. Black bars above and below the sketch is the text 'COMPOUND 002 -- 15 % w/v' and 'DOSE # 1 12/26/22 -- 17.04', respectively. End ID]

Day 15: Experimentation

Bligh makes a deal with some high ups in the FBI or CIA, gets released in order to oversee and run experiments into more effective methods for torture and interrogation using untraceable chemicals. Each experiment is recorded visually as well as notes taken.

Ficlet below the cut - part 2 of the three-parter started on Day 8

Parker hated the velvet softness of the night. Almost as much as she hated the glimmering stars that broke the darkness like thousands of unattainable diamonds.

How dare the evening be so peaceful and calm and beautiful when Eliot was in so much pain?

Or probably in pain.

He wasn’t dead. He couldn’t be dead. He had promised not to leave her and he wouldn't break a promise.

But they knew by now who had him and why, and it was impossible that Eliot was enjoying anything less than torment.

Because that was the point.

That was why they took him.

Using Hardison’s hacking access, they had managed to find out who took Eliot after almost two weeks of searching, and what they found was horrifying.

Alexandra Bligh, released before ever really getting to jail, had been extremely active. Expenses that took some digging to find revealed rental payments for a building on a private island off the east coast, the hiring of a complete security team and of several scientists from within various government institutes, and purchase orders of chemical ingredients for some of the most brutal enhanced interrogation drugs currently in existence.

The funding had come from within government, through several layers of secrecy, but ultimately under the ordinance of a former member of the CIA. Someone who Vance - after being made to understand that Eliot was in severe danger - revealed had worked with Eliot on some classified operations under his command.

The funds had been transferred under the name of an operation that had very little digital trace, beyond the purpose, whose lengthy wording boiled down to: design new chemical means for breaking people, and the person in charge: Alexandra Bligh.

Hardison had researched the components while his and Breanna’s programs worked to search for Eliot, and privately told Parker what he thought they would do.

Like red haze mixed with toxins designed variously to trigger pain receptors, alter the threshold for pain and other unpleasant stimuli, and cause something called central sensitization, which Parker didn’t understand but it sounded bad.

Hardison’s simplified summary sounded worse. All the memory and sensation heightening effects of red haze, but now with added very real and very strong pain.

They were using Eliot Spencer as the test subject to develop more brutal, untraceable, methods of enhanced interrogation.

And all that on an island almost inaccessible by any stealthy means.

Now Parker was standing with Breanna on a dock in the darkness, waiting for Dr Not-Dead-Paul to bring around the boat they’d need to get to the island. They'd called him in to help in the recovery mission, in part because they needed someone trustworthy who could fight, and in part because they didn't know what state they'd find Eliot in. Having a medic who Eliot knew on hand could prove very useful.

It was Paul who suggested Harry and Sophie remain behind. Having been told what they believed Eliot had been kidnapped for, he cautioned against having too many people around at the point of rescue. Only the three of them needed for the rescue itself - Breanna to stay in the boat or just beside the building, using the proximity to get into their servers and then guide Parker and Paul to where Eliot was, and the thief and temporary hitter would then break him out and escape.

“What if you need more muscle to get out and Eliot can’t fight?” Breanna asked nervously, watching the headlights of the boat as it approached, “Shouldn’t we call in another hitter? Bligh looks like she hired a hell of a lotta security...”

“No time,” Parker watched beyond the boat into the darkness that hid Eliot somewhere inside it, “And Eliot will be able to fight.”

“He’s been tortured for weeks…”

“He’s been shot, stabbed, beaten, drugged, poisoned, and hit by cars, trucks and carnival rides, and still been able to fight. He’ll be fine.”

"Parker's right," Paul said, and Parker thought he sounded sad, "Eliot can handle being tortured. And, usually before, he’s had to fight his way out alone. No team to back him up."

"But he does this time," Parker smiled at Breanna and hoped it looked reassuring, "Eliot's going to be fine."

He had to be fine.

Like Paul said, Eliot had been through torture before, and probably for much longer than this. He’d been injured physically and tormented mentally more than enough times for this to be almost meaningless.

In theory.

But theory didn’t stop her being on edge and upset and angry at the beautiful night.

#ailesswhumptober2023 #Day 15: Experimentation #leverage redemption #eliot spencer #cw torture #Parker #Paul orozco #Breanna Casey

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turtles-hurtles-with-gurtles · 13 days

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just took a blood test, I will forever avoid them <3

basically they took 12 fucking vials of blood like the vampires they are, and I had to give them a urine sample, I stumbled around because I got nauseous and almost passed out, the doctor said I was really pale so I had to lie down, I couldn't even focus on shit and my dad said I was being "over dramatic" even though I could not control me passing the fuck out

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pancake-breakfast · 8 months

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Finishing this volume up earlier than usual isn't going to lessen the pain, but it might free me up to do a few more write-ups I need to do.

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 10, Chapters 6-8 below.

Chapter 6: The Return

The return of what?? What is there to return??? Are they just gonna go back to the orphanage? The return of Livio?? I ask all these things like Nightow's not gonna answer that in the next however many pages.

Yeah, I imagine punches hurt a lot more when YOU DON'T HAVE ANY SKIN.

Ugh, Vash just... standing there, listening to Wolfwood beat the shit out of Razlo. I'm not sure what he's thinking or feeling, but I'm not sure I want to know.

I like Livio... but I think I'd be ok with Razlo never being whole again.

Vash.... Wolfwood, stop punching and go hug your mans or something. He's not doing so well.

Oh, Raz. Chapel wouldn't help you if he could. He never cared enough about you for that.

Dear lord, that's not a healthy thing to do, Wolfwood. I realize you don't have any control over it, but maybe it's time to just stop for a bit. (Side note: props to Nightow for not having his characters just arbitrarily coughing up blood all the time. Really increases the impact when they finally do.)

THE FUCK. DON'T DOWN THE LAST VIAL. YOU'RE JUST SPEEDING UP THE INEVITABLE.

Gods, Raz regenerates quickly.

Huh, his living minions have names, and he knows them. I wonder if the one he turned into chaff had a name.

I dunno if Vash is gonna tolerate this.

Yeah, Vash says no. Kicks for you. He'll allow Wolfwood to finish his business with Raz because he knows this is important to Wolfwood, but if he doesn't get to interfere, then neither does anyone else.

In this moment, I fully believe Vash will kill them if they don't lay off. That said, I'm not sure they're fully human and not some sort of construct.

Raz is doing a great job talking despite not having lips. *mumbles something indistinct about episode 12 of Stampede*

Huh???

LIVIO!!! My boi is here to save his big bro!

Gods, I love these panels. I love how they're set up like two different characters.

Wolfwood knows something's up.

Where the hell did the other Punisher come from? That's Chapel's Punisher. Isn't he dead??

DAMMIT, FUCK THIS GUY SO HARD WITH A *redacted* RIGHT IN THE *redacted* UNTIL HE *redacted* AND *redacted, AND THEN *redacted* HIS *redacted* WITH A *redacted* UNTIL IT LOOKS LIKE SWISS CHEESE!!! FUUUUUUUCCCCKKK!!!!

Ugh, I told you, Raz. I'm sorry, my guy. I know how much it sucks to find out someone you thought was there to take care of you and who you thought valued your life only ever saw you as a pawn toward a different end.

What's more, Raz, is I just skimmed back and what you probably thought was a half-hearted attempt by Wolfwood to smack you away from himself in fear probably just saved your life.

Finish that bastard off. Please. Make sure he doesn't get up again. Make sure he never hurts anyone else again. Finish what your brother started.

Honestly, Nightow could have put absolutely no dialogue on these panels and I'd still be able to hear Raz scream.

Nah, scale it back, Razlo. I know you don't know the meaning of the words, but to quote Stampede Wolfwood, he's not the one who hurt you.

Freaking Livio, man. (affectionate, full of admiration)

Listen to him, Raz. You exist to protect him. If he says you're done, you're done.

Yes. If it weren't for you, Livio would be dead. But the fight is over. It's time to end this, Razlo.

There's something very important about apologizing to yourself for the unhealthy and/or dangerous coping mechanisms you forced yourself to build up... and in forgiving yourself for for them, too.

Ah, the little peons have gone passive now that their master has receded.

Freaking Wolfwood took this time to find and light another of his terribly crushed cigarettes. Freaking addict.

Chapter 7: Wolfwood

No no no no. I know where this chapter goes. I'm not ready.

For the record, I'm just gonna play take a little hand by yoko kanno on repeat the whole time I read this chapter. It's literally been stuck in my head since I got hit with the volume's feels last night, so I'm gonna just ride it out.

"Sleep on a proper bed as much as you can." This is such a good wish. If one has ever been poor enough not to have a proper bed for any length of time, they get it. It's a wish for the luxury of simple comforts, like wishing for someone to have a full stomach or clean clothes.

He thought he was joining a good organization, a group that would help others. He was just a child.

TBH, he looks younger here than he looks in some of the other flashbacks. Here, he looks like he's eight, but in some of the others, he looks like he's 12-14.

We don't have time for the ark now, Brad! And by "time," I mean "emotional energy for whatever those crazies intend to do next." Make 'em go away!

Vash opens the door for the people from the orphanage to come out... but we don't see his face. That feels ominous. I wonder if he's managing one of his fake smiles at this point, or if he's not even bothering for once. (I say "for once," but it feels like his mask falls a lot more these days than it used to.)

Yyyyeah, it might have been a good idea to clean up some of the bodies first. Or let the kids out through the back or something.

*sigh* Vash just wanted to give them some time together.

Man, Livio looks wrecked. Not physically. Emotionally.

Ah, Brad dropped Vash off. That explains that. I remember the ship and I remember thinking it looked like one of Home's vessels, but I wasn't sure if Vash had driven it or what. I like to imagine Vash just jumped out of it from way too high up.

Heh. Wolfwood knows he can't fool Miss Melanie, but he's still trying to protect the kids. Or... maybe he's trying to protect himself. He doesn't want them to see him like this, to think of him like this.

Honestly, given how young some of these kids were, it's a wonder so many of them remember him.

Vash, still holding out hope that maybe, just maybe, they can save him.

Nicholas Dickolas Wolfwood! You're only giving Vash that coin and saying, "This is who I really am," and all that bullshit because you're trying to make your passing easier on Vash, to drive him away so it maybe hurts him less. But you are too late for that. Idiot. He LOVES YOU. Deeply. It doesn't matter if or even need to be romantic. HE LOVES YOU.

LOL, Livio. Bless this man. Also maybe get him a shirt.

*sigh* Klutz.

Damn Nightow for adding this comic relief here. I know it's a lie.

*more sighing* Aaaaand there's the bottle.

Freaking couch....

Gods. Remember... remember waaaaay back when they first met, and Wolfwood went out of his way to make Vash smile? He truly loves Vash's smile. But there's no way in hell Vash could give him a genuine one right now, and that's the smile Wolfwood truly loves.

Well... dammit, Wolfwood would of course be thinking of that, too. Here I thought I was being all smart about the callback, but Nightow just spelled it out for us.

Vash is about to have a full breakdown here. Usually, it's Wolfwood praying, but this time, it's Vash. He doesn't want apologies. He just... he just wants this person who means so much to him to be here. To keep being here. For as long as possible.

Them throwing ticker tape, just like when he left before. Just like you would for a celebration, like a wedding. You... you know Stampede's opening Tombi references this, too??

Heh. Six years, and they saved all this for when he came back. He was well-loved.

Brad's incensed face in the background.

Miss Melanie went against Wolfwood's request... but she's worked with kids a lot. Desperate, hurt kids. Kids who've had to grow up before their time even if they don't show it on the outside the way Wolfwood does. She knows they're smarter than most give them credit for. And she knows some part of Wolfwood's heart needs this. He needs to know that in spite of everything, he's still loved, even by them.

Wolfwood doesn't strike me as much of a crier, unlike Vash. But... hey, now's as good a time as any, huh?

The iron bell in the tower is ringing.

Yeah. Yeah, I knew this would be the next page.

Livio knows. Vash knows. Vash can't hold it in anymore.

Aaaand the ark is here. This is going to go very, very poorly for someone.

Chapter 8: Final Parting

I'd guess Livio's about to have a very different relationship with the ark than he had before.

Ah, the ark is either not as close as the final page of the last chapter made it seem, or it passed them by for now.

Vash is stress cooking.

Livio, you moron. What did you think was happening??

Side note: I like how Livio's hair has gone from, "I am dead inside and don't care about anything," to something that's almost quirky and childlike.

This is the face of someone who's checked the hell out for the foreseeable future.

TBH, it's probably a good thing Livio clarified his "why." If he hadn't, I dunno if Vash would have been able to stay calm. He's doing his best right now, even if he's checked out.

Yeah, they better animate this in Stampede. They've already set it up to hit like a runaway train.

Gods, I wish it wasn't a billion degrees. I could really go for some tea right now. Hot tea. Coping tea.

Uhh, what happened to Vash's hair?? "But when" is right!

Ah, he took out his grief on the ark. Well, that explains why that big-ass ship is somehow missing.

WTH is so fucking funny, Knives?? Your brother is dying.

Ah, brief return of I-Hate-My-Life Livio hair. Man, this guy talks with his hair. I love it. He really does feel bad about all this now. This isn't what he wanted. Like Wolfwood at the beginning of the story, he just didn't know he could have it any other way.

Vash is right. Eat.

Heh. Vash's little smile as Livio starts eating. Livio's not Wolfwood, but he's someone Wolfwood cared deeply about, and it seems like some part of Vash is willing to accept that, despite everything, a friend of Wolfwood's is a friend of his, especially when said friend is so eager to take up Wolfwood's mantle.

Side note: it amuses me that Livio's left his shredded sleeves on. Like, my boi, your whole shirt is missing. You can probably take those off, too.

This panel. It feels like it snuck in from a completely different manga.

Heh. Vash remembering eating with Wolfwood like this.

Oh, my boi Livio. Sobbing through his food. I imagine Vash is already all cried out for now.

They're just gonna eat their sorrows away. Silverware optional. This is a hand salad now.

LOL, yeah... I had a feeling they were gonna overeat.

Hells, I don't think Livio could forget Wolfwood if he wanted to. But I get the gesture. Vash is reminding Livio that Wolfwood died to save him. And Livio's picking up what he's putting down.

Mm, Razlo is the one used to carrying Punishers, and even he didn't cart around his own. BTW, what happened to those guys?

It's definitely a fitting tombstone.

Props to all y'all who read this the first time in book form and had to turn that last page to see a full frontal of Wolfwood's blow-up doll on the couch at the end. I'm sure that's what y'all wanted to see when you were still up to your eyes in The Feels.

Archive

Trigun Vol. 1: Covers + 1-3, 4, 5-6, 7-8, 9-10 || Vol. 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Vol. 1: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7 || Vol. 3: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-7 || Vol. 4: Covers + 1-2, 3-5, 6-7 || Vol. 5: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 6: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 7: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 8: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5 + Bonus || Vol. 9: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 10: Covers + 1-3, 4-5

Extra Credit: Trigun Vol. 1: Nebraska vs. Vash's Motivations, Vash's Loneliness, Vash's Depression (pt 2 of post), Soupy Brains || Vol. 2: Coin Factoids || TriMax Vol. 1: Lina, Vash, and a Haircut || Meryl, Vash, and the Pursuit of Happiness || Vol. 5: Knives, Vash, and Hatred for Humanity || Vol. 6: Coping Series: Wolfwood, Meryl, Vash || Vol. 8: The Uncoordinated Counterattack || Vol. 9: Justice, Punishment, and Mercy, The Tolling of an Iron Bell

#now if you'll excuse me #i'm gonna go have a therapy session with my cat #she says i need to give her lots of pets to cure what ails me #and maybe play with her a bit too #trigunbookclub #trigun maximum #volume 10 #pancake thoughts

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whumpbump · 2 days

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Stop Fighting Me

Cw: emeto, noncon drugging, blood, mcd

As the car sped down the winding road, Hero began to retch.

Looking back in the mirror, Villain said “Not on the seats!” But they were too late as Hero spread an ocean of bile across the suede upholstery.

Wiping their mouth, Hero groggily began to cry out in apology. Tears running, snot bubbling, they felt so awful. If not for the poison and antidote battling it out in their system for dominance, Hero would have made a stronger effort to get their head out the window. If they would’ve lost their composure at all at that point.

Focusing back on the road, Villain tsked to themselves before grumbling “it’s ok, you can’t help it but you’re damn well gonna be cleaning it up after you’re better.”

12 hours earlier:

Villain slunk back into their living room with an ice pack, turning on the television to the local news. “-once again, Team Super has defeated Villain. Will Villain EVER learn?” The broadcasters chuckled. Villain chuckled back mockingly but watched like a hawk for Hero’s big moment. After all, they were the one that delivered the devastating blow to Villain’s pride.. and face.

After seeing Hero accept their valor medal, they sent a text from their burner cell to Hero, fuming.

‘Do you think you could’ve hit me any harder today? That fucking hurt.’

‘I’m sorry, the Team has been getting suspicious of why I never bring you in. I had to make it believable and you’re a terrible actor. Love you. xoxo’

Sighing, Villain laid back and let the pain killers take effect as their face changed to shades of purple and blue.

Back at Team Super’s base, Team Leader stood at the head of the table looking at all but one of their teammates. Hero was on their way to the debriefing of the morning fight. Late, again.

“Let’s start.”

“Hero’s not here, Team Leader.”

“I know. Hero really surprised us out there today and with it being caught on the news, we can’t kick Hero off the Team now.”

Team Leader held up a small vial of clear liquid.

“I propose-“

Hero burst through the door apologizing profusely, something about needing to text their mother, wouldn’t happen again, couldn’t leave mom on read again.. they stopped when they didn’t receive the usual jeering responses. Looking around, they saw their peers’ eyes darting back and forth.

“Wh-what?”

Quickly palming the vial to the closest Team Member, Team Leader turned to Hero and said “well, you proved you can certainly save the day! We were planning your congratulatory party as the newest member of the Team. Great job out there today.”

Hero blushed and took their seat as the Team resumed their meeting. They hoped that their poor excuse of defending the town with doling out a single black eye would be enough to keep the waters calm for now.

“-and Hero?”

Embarrassed for being caught off guard, their eyes shot up at Team Leader.

“Don’t be late to your own party. It starts at 5pm sharp.”

They were all smiles as they left for their dorm to tell Villain.

‘Ok but just be careful. I don’t trust them not to do something to you.’

‘You’re just jealous you’re not getting a party thrown in your honor lol.’

Villain rolled their eyes. Ouch, that hurt actually. They sighed in discontent as they dragged themselves to their closet to pull out their nice clothes. Something wasn’t right. Weeks of complaining to Villain about bullying and borderline abuse to now having a party thrown for them all for giving Villain a black eye, this wasn’t Villain’s first rodeo. Something was wrong. The Team Super THEY knew was definitely up to something.

At 5pm on the dot, Hero stepped in front of a crowd and was handed a drink by Team Leader to give a speech. At 4:57pm, Villain watched a member of Team Super secretively pour a vial into Hero’s cup as people mingled.

Following from a safe distance, they watched Team Member toss the vial into the trash and circle back to the group. Snapping on nitrile gloves, Villain pulled out the vial carefully to read the label. “Oh thank goodness I have the antidote to that.”

The crowd began to cheer and Villain hurried over to see Hero lift their glass and take a large swig.

Villain knew time was running out as soon as the poison hit Hero’s mouth so they bustled over feigning excitement to congratulate Hero for their victory.

Trying to get Hero away from everyone was going to be a problem. Team Super was surrounding Hero. Ok deep breath, here we go.

“Hero!! Hero I’m your biggest fan!” Villain flailed their arms around, garnering everyone’s attention. Hero blushed and looked at their team for help. Team Member turned towards Villain, not recognizing them without their mask, and quietly asked them to step aside.

“I want to talk to Hero! They saved my LIFE today! I must THANK them!”

People were starting to stare as Hero pushed through, sweat starting to bead on their forehead. Through labored breathing, they focused their eyes on Villain, trying to smile genuinely. Villain pushed a drink containing the antidote into Hero’s hand.

“HERE Hero, a drink on me! For SAVING me!”

The crowd cheered. Smiling with a dopey expression, they knocked back the entire thing.

Ok, good, good. Now for an exit strategy… Villain was interrupted by Team Leader who politely smiled, took Hero by the shoulders, and said “I think Hero has had one too many. Thank you and goodnight!” The crowd cheered once more.

Shit. Ok, where are they taking Hero? Villain stayed back but watched Hero be escorted out to the back of the building to a waiting car. Perfect! Villain took off toward a side exit.

Sneaking around the building, they saw Team Leader shoving Hero into the back of the car as Hero weakly pushed at them to get off.

“Nnnno I-I wanna stay.”

“Sorry Hero, you uh-heh you don’t look that well. I’ll take you home. Look, I warmed the car up for you and everything.”

Sending Team Member back in, Team Leader said “it’ll kick in soon, I’ll drop them outside city limits in the woods. We’ll tell them Hero went on to bigger better things.”

As they exchanged words, Villain scurried around the car, opened the door, and took off as the teammates parted.

“HEY!” Team Leader and Team Member took off after the car for 15 feet or so before Team Leader grabbed Team Member’s arm. “Keep the party going, no one is to know about this. I will handle it.”

Team Leader took flight, high above the trees and looked for the taillights.

Present time:

Villain checked the rear view mirror to check on Hero again when they saw two glowing eyes closing in.

“Crap. Team Leader is almost on us. Evasive maneuvering, hang tight!”

As Villain sped down the road, they came up to a red light. Without thinking, they passed through the intersection leaving honking cars in their wake.

“hEY! That was a RED LIGHT!”

“Keep your focus on NOT vomiting on my seats, thank you.”

After taking a few quick turns, they pulled into Villain’s driveway.

Throwing open the back door of the car, Villain grabbed Hero from under their arms to hoist them up only to be met with flailing arms.

“NO! NO! Those were my FRIENDS!” Hero belched, tasting bile and felt it rise in their throat. Seeing them turn green, Villain dragged them to the grass. Hero tried to push Villain away again once they were done. Desperate, Villain shook them by the shoulders gently.

“Stop fighting me, Hero, they tried to kill you.”

“W-what?”

“Come on, let’s get inside. I’ll tell you more inside.”

“No! You tell me now!”

“Please, Team Leader will be here any minute. Let’s just go inside.”

“W-We should ask Team Leader for their side of the story.”

“How stupid are you?! Team Leader tried to poison you!” Villain was losing composure. Tears threatened to fall as their voice wavered. Hero was their person. Their love. How could they not see the team was acting against them?

Hero stiffened at the insult. Villain reached for their hand only for theirs to be slapped away.

Staggering, Hero tried to stay upright but was doing poorly.

“Please, my dearest, I’m sorry. You’re not stupid but you’re very, very sick. Let me help you.”

Weeping openly as snot dripped, Hero gagged and vomited for the third time. Having enough of waiting, Villain escorted a weak Hero into their home and down to their basement.

At that moment, Team Leader flew overhead and stopped, taking notice of the car and vomit. “You thought you could get hide,” Team Leader chuckled to themself as they broke the back door open. Knowing neither would be in top fighting shape, they entered without care.

Villain apologized profusely as they set up an IV line for Hero. “This will only hurt for a second-“

They never finished their sentence. They were shot across the room in an electric blast coming from Team Leader’s open hand.

Slipping into a coma, the last thing Hero saw was Team Leader standing over them.

Alt ending A (Villain and Hero die)

“Tsk, tsk, poor Hero. How could Villain do such a terrible thing to you?”

As Villain watched from across the room, blood spilling from their mouth onto their dress clothes, Team Leader took a nearby syringe and injected air into Hero’s heart. They waited a minute for Hero’s breathing to stop. An unusually clean death on Team Leader’s part, but hey. They can’t be caught for murdering someone, now can they?

Turning to Villain, they smiled wickedly. “Looks like you two can be together after all. In the afterlife.”

Team Leader left after delivering a swift kick to Villain’s chest.

Villain’s eyes glazed over as death took hold of them. There, they would stay, gazing at their love until some poor, unfortunate soul disturbs their tomb.

Alt ending B (no one dies but Team Leader wins)

Villain picked themself out of a hole in the drywall. Spitting out blood, they turned a murderous gaze onto Team Leader.

“Step. Back.”

Team Leader smiled pleasantly.

“And if I don’t?”

“I’ll-“

“You’ll what. Kill me? You won’t. Actually. Because you’re under arrest.”

Cops swarmed the basement in riot gear and overtook Villain immediately. Hero was removed and airlifted to the Team Super Headquarters where a med bay was prepared.

Villain was sentenced to life in prison. They may as well have died that day, they would never know if Hero was ok and they would never be the same.

Hero was kept in their coma with no attempts to wake them. It was better this way. The public was outraged at Villain, Hero couldn’t testify, no one had to die. That was the end of it.

Alt ending C (happy ending)

A warm sensation. It traveled up and down Hero’s arm. They opened their eyes to see Villain absentmindedly rubbing their arm. They squeezed Villain’s hand to let them know they were present.

Villain pulled their eyes away from the news station reporting the most recent update from the current court case City vs. Team Super to give out an excited yell.

“You’re back!”

Smiling, Hero nodded.

“You kept fighting. I knew you would.”

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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 1 year

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Season 2 Rewatch Drabbles--2x1 Broken

Summary: A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my rewatch of season 2 of Once Upon a Time as an attempt to finally jump start the muse again. There will be a drabble--either a deleted scene, a "fix it" fic or a character musing for each episode of the season. Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian--with an emphasis on the very beginnings of Captain Swan's epic love story, as soon as a certain dashing pirate makes his appearance.

Word Count: 325

Other chapters: (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (17.5) (18) (19) (20) (21-22) (22)

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Note: We start with a character musing, as Emma tries to take in all the monumental changes that have taken place over the last day.

The desire to run was nearly overwhelming. In the last 24 hours, Emma’s son had eaten an apple turnover poisoned with a sleeping curse; she’d learned his storybook was actual history–her history; she’d fought a dragon who lived under the abandoned library and defeated it with her father’s sword; she’d retrieved, and then lost, a vial of True Love magic; she’d saved her son’s life with True Love’s Kiss; and she’d broken a curse over an entire town.

And yet none of it scared her as much as her parents–literal Snow White and Prince Charming–hugging her, looking at her like she hung the moon, and insisting they talk about what was happening.

On the one hand, it was what she’d dreamed of all her life–finding her parents, learning they loved her, finding out that they hadn’t wanted to give her away but had been forced to. On the other…she’d endured 28 years of trauma and loneliness and, well, it was just a lot.

“I just need time,” she’d told Mary Margaret–her mother.

It was true; she did need time to process everything, but in the meantime she was itching to run as far and as fast as she could.

Henry stepped up and took her hand, his face screwed up in conflict and worry, and suddenly the world righted itself. She had a lot to work through, but his whole world had just turned around too. Everyone in town was out for his other mother’s blood, and even though she’d gaslit him his entire life and even though she was the literal Evil Queen, she’d still been the woman who’d raised him, and he loved her.

Her kid needed her, and as long as her kid needed her, she refused to run, no matter how crazy this insane town got.

NEXT CHAPTER-->

#season 2 drabbles #once upon a time #emma swan

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sepdet · 3 months

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I had to get another 12 vials of blood siphoned off, so it's time for another exciting installment in The Vampire Diaries, brought to you by the Anerican healthcare system.

Let's call this The Stigmata Phlebotomy Lab Strikes Back, shall we?

Content warning: blood, needles, medical incompetence

Recap: For those of you just joining us, in 2022 I became a statistic for the COVID + mild autoimmune diseases like arthritis can trigger "autoimmune dysregulation" studies. That means the immune system starts running around screaming THE SKY IS FALLING and attacking one's own organs in an attempt to flush out intruders. (Ew, I just realized, it turned my T-cells into MAGATs/Tories.)

Good news, the target was not my lungs.

Bad news, two words you never want to hear together from an ophthalmologist: "eye melt".

After many creative ($$$$) measures, what saved my eyes were eyedrops made from my own blood plasma, because we're resorting to medical witchcraft now. (Platelets, apparently.)

So. Vital Tears? Saved my vision. Trouble is, their phlebotomists are auditioning for Monty Python.

The Hostile Housecall Sketch. When I couldn't see to drive, I had to invite a vampire into my home, which was a little awkward for an introvert who's had to self-isolate since 2019. I'm sure my manners were rusty, but still, she was the most uncommunicative medical professional i have ever met, sort of an anti-dentist. I fumblingly suggested the dining room after she didn't reply to my "Welcome, I'm [name], this is my first time so I'm kind of nervous!" I realized afterwards that she never told me her name. I know she must have spoken at some point, but all I remember is stony silence.

Sterile Procedures? In This Pandemic? Next time I drove to the lab hoping to find a more friendly med tech. And I found one! He was very friendly while dropping all twelve vials of my blood on the floor again and again because he kept setting them on a rounded stool instead of a table. Quoth he: "Don't worry, it happens all the time. The last patient was nervous about it, too, but I told him not to worry about it!" I was not altogether reassured. Maybe I shouldn't have looked at those Health Advisory flyers on the way in warning about a drug-resistant candida aureus outbreak in county healthcare facilities.

Operation Stigmata. Today'a score: 5 phlebotomists, 9 rubber gloves, 3 glasses of water and 2 low sodium V8s before the appointment and 2 liters of water during, 7 cotton pads. 8 bandaids, ~15 disinfecting sterile swabs, 3 rubber tourniquets (sometimes 2 at once), EIGHT different needles and EIGHT different punctures, and 2 hours to fill 12 vials with blood.

I almost made it through without losing my temper — the last thing you wanna do is antagonize someone putting a needle in you— but after one particularly painful bit of windshield wiper subdermal probing, I finally burst out, "You're 90 degrees to the vein...I've never seen anyone do that before!"

Still, apart from that, I kept up my Model Patient persona pretty well. At the end, when one of the women said, "Thanks for being so patient," I replied with a firm, "Thanks for sticking with me... pun intentional."

I'm honestly impressed. Both elbows feel like I've been assaulted by Woody Woodpecker, but it took a dedicated team effort to outdo the phlebotomist who left me with major bruises and visible needle marks at my high school graduation 35 years ago.

Now, how to bribe the vet who draws blood from my cat into practicing human medicine without a license.

#medical adventures #chronic illness #storytime

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zooophagous · 2 years

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Every living thing, and even a few unliving ones, have this much in common. Their bodies rely on a rythm, a cycle, a pattern of behavior that forms the blueprint of their entire existence. For one Herr Luther Strauss, the routine of daily existence had been painfully, dramatically upended, but the new normal foisted upon him was orderly and quiet and easy for the vampire to slip into without much fuss.

8:30 p.m. sunset. Arise. Bathe and dress. 8:45 p.m. Feed. The same thing every time. Then an hour or so of whatever research Van Helsing had in store. Then at about 10:00 p.m. came a free hour to spend as he pleased (typically, reading, though Troy had a new 'Switch' he had been teaching the luddite vampire to play) 11:00 p.m. had him in the gymnasium, 12:30 a.m. in the showers once more (vampires did not sweat much, but what he did sweat was foul) and then at 12:45 it was time for classes, chores or whatever was left to tend to.

It was a simple life. Methodical. Predictable. It suited him just fine. Much of his former life was spent worrying about where his next meal would come from, to have them handed to him cut out much of the quiet desperation from existence. As much as he hated to admit it, being institutionalized had been... comfortable.

Tonight was another such night. His daily feed had been delivered to him in the cafeteria, by an orderly, as per usual. The small vial of human blood that made up his ration was warm to the touch and fresh. Good. It was always better fresh. He raised it to his mouth and took a small sip.

He wrinkled his nose. Something was off about it today. He ventured another taste to help him put his finger on it. It made his throught hitch, and he coughed once and sat it aside, scooting it across the table with his claw. The label on the vial as always was marked for who the contents came from. Ursula tonight. He frowned. Ursula didn't much like him. Surely she wouldn't dare slip anything into...

As if on cue, a somewhat mocking voice came from behind him.

"Not hungry, Strauss?"

He grunted and turned to face her with a stoic expression.

"Frau Harker. Your usual offering is more foul than usual this evening."

"Yes, I was curious if it would work. Had to see you taste it."

"What did you do to my food?"

"Nothing. It was more of what I did to my OWN food. There's always been some heresay in the vampire hunting world, if eating copious amounts of garlic would make you less palateable to a vampire. Nobody ever had means to really test it, so I thought I'd put it to the test. You've furthered the interest of science, congratulations." She grinned.

Strauss curled his lip in annoyance and showed the barest tips of his fangs. "Garlic. Ah. That would explain the unpleasant smell that surrounds you. I thought it was bad, even for you." He snipped. "I eat but once a day, perhaps warn me before you tamper with it. You do not want to see a vampire when he is peckish."

"Ha!" Ursula chirped and tossed her hands up playfully. "Oh, as if you'll try anything. I know damn well you're too afraid of me to step out of line. Not that that's unusual dear, vampires are naturally quite cowardly." She smiled, bemused.

"Afraid of you." He said flatly and rose to his feet. At over six foot six, he towered over the much shorter hunter. "That is funny. I'm feeding off of you for breakfast. Does a human fear a piece of toast with jam? If I wanted to, I could crumble you just as easily." He growled.

"Now Strauss. I know you haven't forgotten who it is you're talking to. You're alive because I allow it. Not only can I bring you down, I can make it hurt the entire time. You best show some damn respect or-"

"Or what?" He took an aggressive step forward that made her stumble back in surprise.

"Or you'll finally stop playing cat-and-mouse and kill me, hmm? You've wanted to since the moment you saw me, harmlessly sleeping in my grave. I know it burns you up, seeing me with your friends, with your colleagues, with your neice-"

"DON'T you talk about them. You think you mean anything to anyone here? You're a glorified lab rat. And you can be tested on at my will and desposed of as soon as you outlive your usefulness. Try me again, Strauss."

"Oh trust me, Ursula Harker, I am quite aware that despite my strength, I have no chance at fighting my way out of the institute successfully. If I tried, I would most surely perish. However, you might want to think about who I could take with me before you push me to that point. Take stock of who you can't afford to lose before you threaten me."

He took another step forward, but before Ursula could even reach for her stun gun he rudely shoulder checked her on his way out of the cafeteria and down the hall. Outwardly stoic, inside he was fuming. And, unfortunately, still quite hungry.

What a waste of good blood.

The one bad thing about his comfortable, clean existence now- there were very few outlets for rage. In nature, perhaps a vampire would take this out on a victim. It would certainly make him less hungry. On the rare occasion his temper flared before, he had worn himself out with the destruction of trees, and on one occasion- an SUV. Here, he had one outlet, and that was the gymnasium. It was a far cry from 11:00, now his routine had been upended, only serving to deepen his frustration.

In the gymnasium, there was equipment one might expect to be used as enrichment by a grizzly bear in a well funded zoo. Strauss made his way to a "sparring dummy" that would have to be the target for his misplaced aggression. He wasn't wearing his gym clothes. Oh well, no time to spare.

He marched over to the placid beige foam dummy, curled his hand into a claw and in one clean swipe knocked its 'head' off its metal skeleton. He continued with his other hand, gouging deep lines into the poor substitute for flesh over and over till he could feel the metal braces on the other side. Pity the dummy didn't bleed. It would be more fun if it could bleed. He began to maul it further by biting it. The lack of heat and fluid only seemed to frustrate him, as he bit it again and again looking for catharsis. An uncharacteristically uncouth snarl seemed to have formed in the back of his throat.

"Herr Strauss?"

He froze. Slowly he turned to meet the eyes of the speaker. He brushed himself off and spit out the bits of foam stuck in his teeth.

"Frau Van Helsing. Excuse me. I was in the middle of an episode."

Artemis tilted her head to look behind him at the shredded and now slightly bent dummy.

"I can see that. You seem to have some things you need to get off your chest."

He winced slightly, and involuntarily curled one arm defensively over his heart at the word 'chest.'

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Excuse me?"

"I threatened the lives of the head of security and everyone in the building. I don't suppose that's something that will go unpunished."

"Oh, that. Well, I know you and Ursula don't really see eye to eye, but I'm not actually mad at you Strauss. Luther." She was being a little overly familiar with his first name. It made him look up and face her again.

"I'm not angry. I'm worried. I thought we were settling in to... if not friendship then at least a sort of professional partnership. I just need to ask. Is that really how you feel? Do you want to hurt anyone here?"

He sighed heavily and turned his face away from her. It was always so oddly difficult to look at Artemis when he was talking. "No. I said it because I was angry. I felt... like a circus tiger, like a dangerous animal that was now caged for amusement. I wanted to frighten her. I wanted to remind her that I still had fangs." He looked down at his clawed hand, and quietly curled it back up.

"There is no one here I wish to harm. Not Ursula, not the security team. Especially not Troy. And despite you being the catalyst for my imprisonment here, for lack of a better word, not even you, Frau Van Helsing, could convince me to kill you. Despite a kaleidescope of flaws, not one of you deserves death, and I am not eager to give it to you."

Artemis smiled a genuine smile. It was the sort of smile that made him feel better and worse at the same time.

"Good. I had to be sure. Now, about your outburst. We will have to do something about it. I've put in an order for a fresh ration, but it seems like you have a lot of pent up hunting instinct that isn't being adequately addressed. I'm going to order more physical activity."

He grinned slightly. "Physical activity? You may need a new dummy."

She tilted her head. "What do you feel about something that requires a friend to play? Like, I don't know... tennis? I'm good at that."

He nodded. "Yes. Tennis will do."

#long post #writing #wayward souls

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themagpiesnest-tff · 3 months

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*The morning after the battle, birds swarm the cities, dropping a summary of the events for all to read*

King Oberon Captured, Enemy Revealed

After more than a day of conflict, I can finally write that the fighting is over...for now. But, as most of us in Midsummer now know, that has come at a steep cost.

Many found it a bad omen to see King Oberon smugly ride onto the field that morning, not a scratch or dent on his black polished armor. It seems the Unseelie King, who had never been much of a fighter during the Fae War, could not stand the idea of allowing Queen Titania to lead yet another army while he waited in a guarded castle. Those close to the Queen say she looked decidedly displeased at her husband's unexpected arrival.

Two things struck fae onlookers as the human army neared. First was that the army was sparser than reports had indicated, with perhaps even a hundred men missing. This, we would later learn, was the result of a mysterious string of poisonings in the human camp the night before.

Second was the elegant lady that lead the human army, clad in gold plated armor and riding under a black banner with a grey rose. She was certainly too young to be the current human queen, who's crest was that of a golden sun. Stranger still were the symbols etched into her armor. The oldest among us would likely recognize these crude symbols from the days before most of humanity forgot we existed. Worn versions of these symbols can still be found carved into some of the oldest houses in Dalk. These "protection symbols" were meant to ward away fae. Thankfully, the majority of them are merely the product of superstition and not of any real potency. However, the sight of them was enough to unsettle many onlookers. Most humans in this century do not believe in fae, let alone know such ancient lore pertaining to them. The sight of the leader of Oak Town, Nell Hadley, riding beside the noblewoman certainly did not help quell those fears.

It took over 12 hours for all the magical shields our brave mages created to fall, with many spellcasters fainting from the sheer exertion. When the shields finally fell, chaos erupted. There are too many varying accounts from various angles of the battle for all of them to be true. So far I've heard reports of Shark Clan mages summoning a massive wave that crashed over the battlefield, Sparrow Clan fae nimbly jumping from tree to tree to shoot sleeping darts from above, and Lilithian blood mages crushing vials of blood to summon beasts of nightmares -- to name a few.

But, we all know one part of the story to be true. In a moment of pure hubris, King Oberon rode toward the leader of the human army and right into a trap. By the time anyone had realized what was happening, Oberon was already being pulled onto a horse of one of the enemy's mages. Just as quickly as they had come, the army retreated with their prize. The noblewoman looked back with a triumphant, mocking smile as she rode off with the most powerful man in Midsummer.

It is said that even now messengers are running between the two camps with correspondence to begin bargaining the retrieval of the Unseelie Court's foolish king. However, many are celebrating the King's absence. Some of Queen Titania's more zealous supporters are even calling for the crowning of Queen Titania as the singular ruler of the Unseelie court.

So, where do we all go from here? Only time will tell. But, I'm already hearing whispers that the crown is seeking a handful of skilled fae for a secret mission in the coming weeks in hopes of ending this once and for all.

Look to the skies,

#the veiled threat #tffevent

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missmcspooks · 10 months

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The 300 Year Old Werewolf Killer and His Vampire Girlfriend

In Medicine Hat, Alberta, Canada, the community wasn’t aware that there was a self proclaimed 300 year old werewolf walking amongst them. But during the afternoon on April 23rd, 2006, a grizzly discovery would be found. The triple homicide of the Richardson family, committed by their own 12 year old daughter and her 300 year old werewolf boyfriend.

The Richardson family consisted of the father, 42 year old Marc Richardson, and the mother, 48 year old Debra Richard. They had two children, Jasmine who was 12, and an 8 year old son, Tyler. They were a typical normal loving family and didn’t have any major issues going on within their household. Jasmine went to an all girls catholic school and was said to be a great kid, friendly, caring, and did very well in school. Jacob was said to be a very happy and energetic kid, and was labeled as the class clown and loved making people laugh.

Jasmine’s parents along with her friends all noticed a change in not only her attitude, but her appearance as well. Everyone knows that kids tend to change a little once they approach their teenage years and they’re finding themselves. But this was a very drastic change. Jasmine was a very good kid in school and made sure to never break any rules, never got in trouble at school or at home, was very social and always liked spending time with her friends, and she was a very girly girl, and loved wearing pink and other bright colors. However, she slowly started to change. She started wearing darker makeup and darker clothes, and soon began to wear all black clothes entirely. She started wearing fishnets, chains, chokers, and other kinds of jewelry that weren't allowed to be worn at school. She started distancing herself from her friends, changed her interests, and was becoming more and more like a rebel. Even her music interests changed as she started listening to things like punk-rock or metal music. She also began to take pens and sharpie markers to draw tattoos on herself, but things like pentagons and other satanist related things, and considering she went to a catholic school, that stuff wasn’t taken lightly. The girl who was once sweet, never talked back and followed all the rules, had now started arguing, snapping back at teachers, breaking dress codes, and just being snarky, thus getting into trouble very often.

Jasmine’s Biggest Downfall

Jasmine attended a punk-rock show one evening, where she ended up meeting a man named Jeremy Steinke. They were both very into each other from the get go, and she just instantly became obsessed with that man. The disturbing part to this is the fact that was only 12 years old, and Jeremy was 23. Jeremy was a high school dropout, lived in a bad neighborhood, and was unemployed. But the main reason Jasmine was so into this man was due to the fact that he was a completely goth person. He was basically just like her. He wore all black, the black makeup, jewelry, everything. They exchanged numbers and soon began secretly hanging out and forming an intimate relationship. She would tell her parents that she was going out with friends, but would really be going over to his house. Whenever she couldn’t hangout, they would keep in touch online through social media.

Jeremy also wore a little vial of blood around his neck as a necklace, and told Jasmine that there was real blood inside of it, and that he loves the taste of blood and needs it in order to survive. Jasmine was super intrigued and asked him if he was a vampire, and he told her no, he’s not a vampire… He’s a 300 year old werewolf. Just a few months after meeting him, she changed completely and her original friends claimed that they became afraid of her. Jasmine stated that she took a lot of pleasure in scaring people because it made her feel like she was in control, powerful, and in charge. She started spending time on a website called vampirefreaks.com, which was pretty much just like MySpace, but strictly for the vampire community. On her Myspace profile, she used to have her parents and her friends as her heroes, but she then changed it to Jeffrey Dahmer, Criss Angel, Marylin Manson, Dani Filth, and Batman. On her vampirefreaks.com profile, she described herself as Wiccan, bisexual, insane, etc. She even had blood, kinky shit, and dark poetry listed under her interests column. Jeremy was also very into this website, and it’s where the two communicated the most.

He Huffed, and He Puffed, and He Blew Her House Down

Jasmine’s parents eventually find her social media websites and learn all about this Jeremy dude she’s been seeing secretly. They know how old she is, they know she’s been sneaking out, and not coming home when she’s supposed to, and they had to intervene for the safety of their daughter. As any normal parent would, they forbade her to stop seeing this man, and that he was way too old for her. She was grounded and not allowed to leave the house unless it was for school, and she was to come home directly after school. This infuriated Jasmine and caused her to act out even more, and a war soon happened inside the home. One day, she wrote a message to Jeremy telling him that she had an amazing idea. “It starts with me killing them, and ends with me living with you.” Yes. She was the one who came up with the plan to murder her entire family, so she could be free and live the life she wants, instead of running away like a normal teenager would do. He responded in return, stating that he wants to slit their throats and that they’d forget ever trying to keep them apart.

On the evening of April 22nd, 2006, the family was getting ready for bed. Debra heard some noises coming from downstairs and decided to go check it out, when she was met face to face with a mysterious man wearing a black man, holding a knife. She panicked and she screamed, but sadly she was stabbed to death 12 times. Due to the screaming she woke up her husband Marc, and their son Tyler. Marc runs downstairs and finds this man standing over his wife as she’s covered in blood, and quickly grabs a screwdriver and attempts to fight off the attacker. Marc puts up a really good fight, punching him and trying to stab him with the screwdriver, but sadly he couldn’t overpower him. Marc was stabbed and killed 24 times. Jasmine had been inside of her room this entire time, pretending to be asleep when he came inside and started the attacks. However, her little brother's room was right next to hers, and Jasmine went inside and saw him hiding on his bed because he was so afraid. She held him and covered his ears to refrain from hearing all the screaming downstairs. Shortly after that, Jeremy came upstairs after making sure both of her parents were dead, and that’s when Jasmine decided that her little brother, who she was just protecting, needed to die as well. She claimed that she had no choice but to kill him, because both of their parents were dead, and claimed that there wasn’t any point to keeping him alive if there was no one to take care of him, as she was going to leave and start a new life with Jeremy. She stabbed her own brother 5 times and slit his throat.

The next day a little boy came to their home and knocked on the door to ask if Tyler could come out and play. When no one answered, he peeked through the window, and saw something that no child should ever have to see. He ran home and told his parents, and the police were called. When the police entered the home, they found the bodies and saw a tremendous amount of blood. When they saw the little boy’s throat was slashed, they determined that whoever killed the family had to have known them, because these attacks were personal. While investigating the house they noticed a family portrait that had both parents, the son, and a daughter, which led the police to assume that the daughter had been kidnapped by the killer. They sent out an amber alert and went down to the school to search her locker for any clues or information that might possibly help lead them to the killer. Inside the locker they find an alarming drawing consisting of a house that’s on fire, stick figures inside the house that’s burning, and two stick figures running away from the house. Jasmine now went from a missing person to a murder suspect.

Arrest, Trial, and Sentencing

Police ended up finding both Jasmine and Jeremy within 24 hours of discovering the bodies. They showed no negative emotions while being apprehended. They weren’t remorseful, didn’t show any signs of grief, sadness, or concern. Jeremy actually laughed and bragged about how he got a black eye from Marc punching him in the face. Jasmines trial began in June of 2007, and when she was asked why she had murdered her family, she said:

“I loved Jeremy so much. I thought it was going to bring us closer together.”

When the evidence was brought in, they had a LOT of jailhouse letters that were exchanged between her and Jeremy. Once again, neither of them showed any signs of guilt or remorse for what they have done, and basically just talked about their future together when they got out of prison. She even joked in what of her letters that they were “immortal legends.” This is what it said in one of her letters:

“Never has a person affected me so much. Always, will there be missing something without you with me. My lawyer tells me we’re legends, hah. Closer to immortality, it would seem.”

After that letter they bring in another one that was written by Jeremy.

“I love you more than life itself. I’ve added you to my visitors list so once you’re released, please visit often. Never forget how much I care, or that I love you. Without you, this life isn’t worth living. You said you want to get engaged? Then here’s the question. Will you marry me? If so, then it's a verbal agreement.”

She accepted his proposal. She also took the stand in her own defense on July 3rd, 2007. She told the court that she had a hypothetical conversation about killing her family, and possibly making the deaths look like a murder suicide, or an accidented, but didn’t actually intend to go through with that plan. Then when she was questioned about her letters to Jeremy, she claimed that she was only talking about her five minutes of fame, and that people are going to remember them forever. She told them that she was home when the murders happened, and that she was in her brother's room trying to cover his ears and protect him from hearing the screams from their parents. She then goes on to say that Jeremy came upstairs and started yelling at her to kill her brother, since he just killed her parents for them, so now she needed to participate as well. She claims to have stabbed him, but “not very hard.” She pleaded not guilty to all three counts of first degree murder, but after just three hours, the jury found Jasmine guilty on all three counts. Considering Canada is more lenient with their justice system, she was only sentenced to 10 years in prison, which was the max penalty under the Youth Criminal Justice Act. This act states that convicts who are under the age of 14 during the time they committed the crimes cannot be charged as an adult and can only receive the maximum sentence of 10 years. She also got a credit of 18 months for the time she served while waiting for her trial. Additionally, 4 out of those 10 years will be spent in a psychiatric facility. She would then spend 4 and a half years under conditional supervision within the community.

Jeremy’s trial was in December of 2008. He was instantly found guilty of all 3 counts of first degree murder and sentenced to 3 life sentences. Jasmine was fully released at the age of 23 in 2015 and has been keeping a very low profile presence. She was also told that if she could go 5 years without any trouble with the law, that her juvenile record would be expunged. She was Canada’s youngest convicted murderer. There’s no record of whether or not Jasmine continued her relationship with Jeremy after she was released, or whether they were even still in contact.

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corruptedsilvermoon · 1 year

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It's 12:33AM and I'm writing this silly thing because I can.

I just really like @opal-owl-flight's Magolor and wanted to see if I could write him in a drabble

And then it spiraled into this

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"Sooo your lady friend." Magolor's ears twitched at his doppel's voice and his grip tightened on the vial he was holding. He still didn't know how the other go here, but magic was indescribable nonsense so he hasn't bothered to question too deeply.

"What about her?" He asked, trying not to grit his teeth. The other was always flirting with anyone that seemed remotely interested, despite the twinkling rings on his fingers. An open relationship or something, he was sure, not that it's really his business.

"Is she seeing anyone?" His eye twitched at the playful question and rather than bite the other's head off like he was tempted to do, he merely took a deep breath and allowed himself to relax.

"No, she isn't. At least, as far as I'm aware." Venus never spoke of anyone anyway... though he had caught her daydreaming a few times. But whenever he asked her about it, she just flushed and shooed away the topic.

He wasn't jealous. He wasn't.

"Ooooh good!" Magolor whipped around at the delighted response, a growl escaping his throat before he realized it.

"Back off."

The other seemed amused, eyes glinting mischievously. "Why should I? You said it yourself, she's single~" He brought a hand up as he tittered, "Oh~ Perhaps you want to sweep her off her feet yourself?" He batted his eyes at him causing Magolor to tense as a bright red blush crossed his face.

"You shut your mouth!"

"I'm not hearing a no~" His doppel leaned close with a playful smirk, "Well then, you better hurry, little mirror, before I snatch her up myself~" And he took his leave before Magolor could reply.

He barely paid enough attention to put the vial down before he was out the door after him. Like hell he was going to let that... that... manwhore sink his claws into Venus!

Said fortune teller was still at her stall, going through a new fortune and the mage's blood boiled when he saw the other talking with her. Venus glanced at him and smiled while his doppel looked over and smirked, about to say something.

He didn't let him have a chance as he swiped Venus into his arms and growled, "Back off, she's mine!"

"M-Magolor?!" Venus stuttered, blinking in bafflement. The other chuckled, looking far too amused.

"Oh, you're adorable." He cooed. "I didn't think you'd take me that seriously~"

"Wha-" He scowled at him. Venus was just absolutely lost as she looked between the two counterparts.

"Honey, I know I like flirting, but I'm not heartless enough to try and steal someone's partner. I was just messing with you. It's cute how you got so possessive over her." He chuckled.

Magolor blinked and then turned red as he realized he was still holding onto Venus, "I..."

"Well, I'll leave you two to sort this all out." He winked before smirking, "Though if you're ever interested in a third for the night, call me~!" And he was gone.

"What... just happened?" Venus asked, tilting her head. Magolor had to resist the urge to groan and hide.

"We need to talk..."

#magolor #venus #kirby #kirby oc #so this happened

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kaiba-fangirl · 11 months

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If you follow my main, you know I've been focusing on medical stuff again. Just went for bloodwork last week. 13 pages of things to test for, I think 8 vials of blood. I finally got the results back this morning, and I've been going over them, comparing flagged things to symptoms. A few of these results could be connected to low sex drive. Not one of my symptoms, but I was reading everything anyway. These are disorders & conditions related to organ damage, where the symptoms may either be nonexistent, or just 1 symptom, or mistaken for other things, or even written off as nothing. But this actually isn't about my medical journey. That's long and confusing even to uncaring professionals, and I of course have to wait to at least see what my endo says about it all. This is cuz... I'm 35, been on this journey since I was 12, and finally staring at hard numbers from my blood that most likely mean organ damage from 29 years of untreated hypothyroidism. So I have some delicate life experience, that I hope others are willing to not bite my head off over.

...especially cuz it's June.

. But I'm also putting this HERE, on kaiba-fangirl, as a reassurance that I am not trying to write this off the other way, either. Because, my hardest headcanon for Kaiba, since 15, through all the shipping through all these years, even way back then, whenever someone would ask me who I ship Kaiba with, (& let's be real, they meant-) do I like Puppyshipping - or even alone, did I think he was gay? In 2003, I didn't know what to succinctly answer except, "I don't really think he'd be into anyone..."

. Kaiba & Joey stuff was usually hot cuz they're independently both hot. Kaiba & Serenity was just to get Joey steamed, & again both hot in fanart. Kaiba & "blue-haired-girl" (before her name was reliably translated) was just cuz BEWD destiny ancient egypt. Kaiba & Mai - just my 2 faves, so put together? Eh... 🤔 Nahhh.

. Probably 10 years later before I finally learned "asexual" & was like "FINALLY" - but not for myself. Ohhh very much not myself lol. But I finally had a word to describe Kaiba.

. So, as I hope you can guess by now, I'm (probably making a huge mistake typing this out loud) here to combine these 2 things to tell you: Low sex drive *CAN* be a medical indicator that something is wrong. And it could be a singular symptom, but a closer look at extensive bloodwork can tell a larger story. I *look* perfectly healthy. On average, I usually feel pretty fine. Which is how it took 29 years to find my hypothyroidism, during which time it's caused other organ damage (adrenal glands, kidney, pancreas. & then heart disease if I can't get my cholesterol under control, diabetes if I can't get the insulin resistance under control) & hurt my life greatly. And I don't know what treatment is going to look like from here on out.

. Yes, asexuality is valid & I even feel I do understand it. I do know it doesn't just mean low sex drive; I know you can be asexual with a high sex drive. I know it's not about that; it's about feeling sexual attraction, or not. I know it's not absolute but a spectrum. But for a lot of people, it does seem they also say they have low sex drive. And if that is so for anyone, then please do not ignore the fact that it can also be a medical symptom. You probably already know it's also a side effect of SSRIs.

. I certainly do not care who wants to claim asexual for any reason. That has nothing to do with me. But - please - don't let a hidden medical thing - like the autoimmune disorder that hypothyroidism is (& whatever else may be wrong with me) or the metabolic syndrome that PCOS is (a possibility my endo is looking into) - destroy your actual organs just because you didn't want to check.

. I'm just older & don't want anyone else to go through what I have with all of this. I have had to fight since I was 12 to get a blood test workup like this one. & it's probably cuz I'm just going to reportedly "the best" practice within 50 miles, which means no insurance & throwing a credit card at them. With gas & tolls round it to $500 first visit, $250 followups. First time in my life some of this stuff is getting tested. 29 years before my thyroid was ever tested. @ EVERYONE, get your thyroid tested. Endocrine issues are so misunderstood or little understood, can hide as so many other things, or get written off as absolutely nothing, but they affect everything in your body. It's basically how your brain tells your organs what to do. It's so important. But no one pays attention.

. I understand the sensitivity, but not everyone who tells you to check low sex drive medically is just trying to write off asexuality. I'm saying get it checked cuz too many symptoms of actually serious things get written off as nothing. THIS is the kind of "something medically wrong" we're talking about. Kinda need your other organs to work to keep your body alive to even be around to be asexual. Okay?

. And this applies to so many other things I'm seeing on these lists. Anything. Don't ignore it. Do whatever you can to see a good doctor. If reddit doesn't die, find a community there to share stories & experiences. This just seemed to be the one thing I've seen people get defensive over, taking it as only an identity thing, when there can very much be serious physical reasons behind it. Take care of yourself. 💙💙💙

#hypothyroidism #endo tag #kaiba is ace #ace!kaiba #...& now that i typed it all up i'm worried about actually tagging that... =/#anyone? someone tell me whether this'll get me dragged out into the street & shot 😩

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am-i-sans · 1 year

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dnd adventure 12

time for everyone to save dans! hopefully.

astral and cam come out of eeby deeby seeing dans fuckin dead and inferno on the ground lol

wished to ekedalen! i wrote like so much of this session i was zooming lol

world building coming in handy! healers wander the town!

Dans Backstory 1

all the shit i wrote dear god nothing is organized

taking dans to the hospital hoping for help.

undyne had to stop them from picking the death card lol

leaving dans at the hospital to search for info

cam and suzy heading to the market for gossip!

inferno, frog, and tori head to Grillbys!

undyne looking for mystical shit.

suzy hears gossip about murdered warlocks, slavers, ect.

shades hanging out at the bar~

shades joins the party! temporary pog

astral goes eeby deeby F

shades pogs out at undyne cause a paladin saved her as a kid from slavers.

old man whispers (crazy old ralsei) poggers

they get to the creepy house but none of them can read the statues plaque lol

have to restrain inferno from attacking frog.

undyne and inferno in 1 group 2nd floor

cam suzy and shades in 2 group 3rd floor

tori and frog in 3 group 1st floor

undyne found the library! inferno found my wedding ring :( give it back. undyne took the ring back :3

cam fell oh noes! their ok tho! i caught them this time tho! found the armory. nothing useful. full of skeletons. broken rifle.

tori and frog found the kitchen! gross, old, firebombed.

back to group 1! found the trophy room and the dragon head! undyne wasnt super interested though, shes in serious mode. she took the sword out poggers. inferno took the head lol

group 2! investigation check i got a nat 25 and suzy got a fuckin 0 how. we found the bathroom! bloodstained floor! bird in the sink! damp and broken tub. no working water. floor 3 is done.

group 3! they find the butlers quarters! struggle signs, bloodstains. servants quarters are a mess too. They also find the indoor garden! everythings dead and burnt. they get attacked! a vine blight? tori crit it and it left lol. 1st floor done!

everyone heads to 4th floor! inferno fell back to the 1st floor lol

we find a childs bedroom! with torture devices in it. cam and tori are having fun. we find a jar of screams! open it up, screams. suzy smashes it against the wall and releases the screams. its a kids. good job suzy. inferno could hear it from downstairs lol. cam trying to discover who's room this is hmmm.

moving on from that horror! we find a ballroom! pog! all the stained glass is broken. theres a bear! sees us and goes back to sleep. burned up music sheets. a homonuculus just hanging around. cam picks them up cause why not. broken instruments. working piano. a working record player. (everything stays) voiced by a strange woman? and an egg. just an egg. undyne crushes it lol. i take the record from the record player.

GHOST IN THE HALLWAY! disappears quickly.

Inferno finds a secret door?! OOOOOO

A religion Center. Prayer room? Idols for The Angel, The Void, and Moss. Desecrated and ransaked room. Prayer book on the floor. Lots of mysterious alchemical vials all around. Dont drink them. Papers and books scattered. Notes and attempted spells, failed resurrections.

Shades says dans and a paladin saved her from slavers years ago.

NEXT ROOM!

A bedroom! Very dusty. Broken armor in the corner. Notes in the room. A paladin letter of recommendation for...Papyrus Dosser?! OOOOO guess he never made it.

NEXT ROOM WHOOOOO

another kids bedroom. normal and dusty. kids letters on the floor! cam reads them poggers. sadge!

NEXT ROOM!

Smashed up bedroom. Fox lives in a hole in the wall. Large family portrait. Dans, Papyrus, and a child holding a ferret. A Lockbox. More letters sloppily written. Letters from an adult. Preserved Echo Flowers. Bundle of torn newspaper clippings. An orb of memories.

Undyne ripped open the lockbox wtf. Shackles covered in old blood. Never forget written on a note. Undyne puts it away lol.

Orb of memories. Shows dans murdering his parents. He stabs them to death. He burns it all down. Cam reads dans suicide note! yay! Frisk, Papyrus, Tamara. Family. they also read the kids letters again. vani the pet ferret. awwww. Undyne reads the other letter. Paladin Kris. The echo flower just says "I love you daddy" cam is crying just like i said!

back downstairs!

(in the past) inferno trying to break into the secret door. he did it. 2 more doors pog. he found my treasure crypt the bastard. and an aboleth enemy! we rush in! yep we killed it!

cam went eeby deeby

shades showed undyne and tori a list of failed suicides. God. Said. No.

the other door! its full of skeletons! a crypt! and a bone devil! shades almost died omg. frog killed it im so proud.

we all got the prizes i rolled! (rocks)

inferno and suzy try to shove the doll into dans' mouth. undyne went no. but that might actually be the plan.

dans begins to wake. he sees the doll. blue screen. hes absolutely having a mental breakdown.

inferno went back to the wizard tower but noped out of there. and burned dans mail. he went to hide at his old hut home.

AND FAKE BATTLE AGAIN

undyne kills us of course. god dammit we need a full party.

#dans #dnd #dnd adventures #tw suicide mention #tw murder mention

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find the word tag CCCXV

maybe I'll just poof. maybe that would be good. @spacetimewraithwrites and @wildswrites

red (under the sky was a void, 2020)

Some things are lacking and it’s not just my sense of ease.

There should be more red in the sky but the body lacks blood to leak.

Effervescence?

The illumination of a single streetlight cannot force the terrors back into the void.

Revenge is a concept.

The hollows bite at intruders: sweet, honeyed, coy.

Resonance: swift and painless.

An outright lie.

Only flightless things can fly.

The sky is too light for this night and I will fade when the colors go.

And no one will know.

orange (ellipses of thoughts .12, 2020)

I took a deep breath and choked. burnt peaches sing on your skin. I wanted to trace and erase, but if there are cherries dripping off your tongue, I’m dead. I feel orange blossoms growing against my thighs. you sigh. I cried because I can’t feel you; can’t you be an apple for me? but you were a nectarine: vibrant, shining. I’m dead.

yellow (jasper and juniper, 2022)

At the elbow crook of the valley there's a spring with calcite at the base, pink and yellow glittering up through the water to dance in our eyes. We dip our pots in and pull them back covered in ice. When we put down dirt with our long-stride boots as we hike back up to the houses, the ice melts and soaks into our skin.

It hurts a little, but a scrape will sting when it's cleaned, and skin will ache when it's being made new. We drink our health from the spring and go into the vermilion waters when we can no longer see.

green (summon story d0)

Zan shook himself, the new leather of his vest scratching against his worn out shirt. He hadn’t broken in the vest yet, and it didn’t sit on his shoulders properly. But it was well-made and had slits for knives on the inside. It had also been dyed a lovely dark green. The purchase had been worth it, even if it was uncomfortable now.

Wryn, on the other hand, wore a red waistcoat made from linen and silk. They’d gotten it off a fully possessed summoner that their last bounty had been for. Wryn didn’t seem to mind that it attracted attention, but their sensibilities were rather skewed, what with the ibsin’s desires being part of Wryn’s now. Zan didn’t really prefer to think about the whole possession thing. Sure, Wryn’s mind was partially his own. They were adamant that their human-spirit bond was of mutual benefit.

And Erin seemed to believe it, so Zan could hardly argue.

blue (choose your gnome story)

the scent is very strong even before you remove the stopper. once it’s out, you can see that the blue changes color as you shift it in the light. when you bring it up to your nose, the smell is intoxicating. you had intended to merely sniff it and safe it for later. after all, the small instructional note the gnome gave you with the vial says “drink when you are most thirsty” but here, standing in the middle of a long stretch of road and an empty knapsack over your shoulders, it seems like the appropriate time now.

you tip the contents into your mouth, wondering if it’ll really be enough to quench your thirst, but as soon as it meets your tongue, your whole body is flooded with a shivery sensation. everything shakes, your head dips down and you take a deep breathe after swallowing. when you recover yourself, you find that the ache in your right knee - you were clumsy yesterday and had a disagreement with a rock - has completely gone.

your eyesight is somehow more clear. you are no longer thirsty. your stomach is sated. you hike up your trousers a bit around your calves and see that all the scratches - from your violent discussion with a bramble path three days ago - have disappeared. you are whole and healthy and well.

the vial contains only a couple of drops left of the strange, healing potion, but you stopper it and stow it carefully away. perhaps you could have saved it. but you were very empty, and now you are full.

you continue on your journey with a thankful heart.

indigo + violet (indigo faeries, 2011)

Creatures of magic their carven staffs clung

Singers cease singing with songs left unsung

Birches and beeches and willowy maid

Clover and ashes and maples left staid

One eye red

One eye green

Dancers enchanting

The dancing unseen

Indigo faeries with indigo wings

Nightingale statues waiting to sing

Sapphire violet deepening to blue

Further and farther to indigo true

Mocking bird red

Silver less green

Indigo faeries

Unspoken, unseen

grey, black, white, brown. BONUS: gold, silver. @spacetimewraithwrites @vellichor-virgo @writeblrfantasy @josephinegerardywriter @asomeoneperson @oh-no-another-idea OR ANYBODY

#find the word tag #searching circle

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