#he sometimes has nosebleeds and gets REALLY bad migraines....
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Epithet side effect headcanons that somehow turned into disability stuff while I was writing 👍👍 (these are kinda angsty I did not intend for that to happen but uh here we are—)
Molly — sometimes if she overuses her epithet, it can almost “nullify” her mind in a sense, giving her short-term memory problems on occasion. Usually it’s mild and doesn’t have much effect, just normal everyday forgetfulness, but when it’s bad, her head gets really fuzzy and she can’t focus or remember anything, she gets awful migraines and headaches, and she has a sort of feverish mind (y’know like when you’re so sick ur head feels Weird and u can’t Brain right). It’ll go away pretty quickly as long as she rests, but uh. We know she ain’t getting much of that.
It’s really Stressful and frustrating for her, because she KNOWS she forgot something but she can’t remember WHAT in the slightest.
This doesn’t happen very often thankfully since she doesn’t strain her epithet much, it’s like a once-every-few-months kinda thing.
Giovanni — got this one from a fic, Giovanni has a lot of sodium in his blood (cause soup, salty) which gives him wonky blood pressure, and it causes chronic nosebleeds. I like this one a lot cause I used to get nosebleeds on like a weekly, and in the summer, daily basis as a kid.
He got his first nosebleed in late spring when he was about 5 or so, just running around outside. He didn’t notice (and trust me when I say it can be HARD to notice) for a LOOONGGGG time. He ended up losing a LOT of blood. When you get a nosebleed it can sometimes run down into your throat and you’ll start spitting up blood it’s Uncomfortable and Gross. Anyways he went back home, went “hi moms :3 *soaked in blood, choking up blood*” andddd they Freaked Out.
He’s anemic because of it, and has to take iron meds. If he forgets to take them he gets really dizzy, and if it’s particularly bad, he can faint.
Sylvie — Narcolepsy. And insomnia. You can have both (and from what I know, they often go hand-in-hand), and he is Not having a good time.
He’s exhausted during the day, he tries to take stimulants to stay up but they don’t always work. When it’s night, he can’t go to sleep for the life of him, and if he does, he wakes up very often. It’s Not Fun. Sometimes he just gives up, and sleeps all day, then works all night.
Mera — We know the side effects, but I’m gonna mess with it a bit (aka I’m projecting). The muscles around her joints are really weak and frail, meaning it’s looser, so she has Hypermobility. Possibly also Ehlers-Danlos syndrome. She’s got a lot of joint pain on top of her regular pain.
She’s got it b a d, if lifts her arm up too high it’ll jerk and she’ll be like “oh yup. Dislocated again.”
She’s absolutely COVERED in bruises and scars, whenever she has to get stitches it constantly tears. She heals horribly. She’s starting to develop arthritis as well.
Medication usually doesn’t do anything for hypermobility related pain, if you’re lucky it’ll take the edge off. Indus helps her out with heatpads and stuff, but other than that, she just has to tough it out.
Indus — nothing. Have u seen this man?? He probably drinks disgusting high vitamin smoothies every morning, he eats full proper meals, dude is in PEAK CONDITION. If he did have any side effects it would be completely negated by his sheer healthiness. Diseases and conditions fear him.
He is however that One Person who is prepared for Everything and will help u if u need it. He carries medication and heatpads for Mera in case she forgets them, as well as bandaids and antiseptic wipes. He’s just a Good fella… <33
#‘that’s unrealistic there’s no way so many of the characters would be disabled’ I don’t careeeeeeee#idc if it’s UNREALISTIC#it’s unrealistic for people to be able to turn into gold and materialize soup out of nothing but your not complaining about that are you#I’ve seen too many people starting shit about disability headcanons#I’m physically disabled don’t start shit about this.#epithet erased#molly blyndeff#giovanni potage#sylvester ashling#sylvie ashling#mera salamin#indus tarbella#headcanons#epithet erased headcanons#disability#i’ll do redwood run characters later
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stop it with the steve nosebleed hc because it's literally me especially the "i'm good i'm good go on" with a tissue shoved up one nostril omg
steve has to wear glasses and gets chronic migraines due to repeated concussions you cannot tell me otherwise. he has blackout curtains in his room and keeps ice packs in the freezer for this reason. if it's modern!steve he has noise cancelling headphones too. i'm of the impression that, if he had a partner who also gets headaches/migraines, he'll drop what he's doing to take care of them at a moment's notice it's completely mutual
yeah :( poor guys got a lot of head trauma:(
for canon steve, i think options are kind of limited on how he can help ease them, plus, i feel he’s stubborn and won’t actually admit how bad they are like “ah they’re just stress headaches or some shit” and always brushes it off, but sometimes they get really bad if he doesn’t do something for them right away, so he really only trusts you to see him like that and help him:( before he would just close the blinds and try to make the house as quiet as possible and just lay down with his eyes squeezed shut and a pillow over his head until they went away:( but then you’re like “cmere honey:(” and you lay in the couch with him on top of you, his head against your sternum, and you’ll turn off all the lights and any noise and you’ll kind of hug his head a bit bc he says the pressure kind of helps ground him. and he’ll hug you and try to sync his breathing to yours as he listens to your heartbeat:( they hit him at the most random times too, so if you’re out, he’ll always give you that look that he can feel one coming on, and you’ll help him to get back to the car so you can rake your fingers through his hair and help him:( he swears they don’t go away until you hold him and play with his hair:(
modern steve i feel is a bit better about it, you always push him to have some ibuprofen with him, and you’ll get a damp rag for him to put on his head and he has his noise cancelling headphones he wears around the house:( you’re always there holding him and helping him drink water and you just try to stay quiet all night until he’s like “i feel a lot better now thank you:)” you guys have kind of mastered how to deal with them since they happen a couple times a month:( poor thing
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#i'll talk on it more in a big detailed hc sometime with fancy words#but the SEP progr.am rly fucked him up fajwoiefjawpgj??#like ofc it made him super strong really fast and has the most intense metabolism ever#the dude is so HUNGRY all the time he could eat a bear#it gave him an unnatural healing factor and beefed him up tbh#but it also had negative stuff. some days everything becomes too overwhelming#his senses are sharpened intensely (think; every smell and sight and texture are really overpowering)#he sometimes has nosebleeds and gets REALLY bad migraines....#like really bad..#and his cramps are terrible agjwpgj#a handful of times he's had seizures / blacked out.#the more intense side affects worsen post recall as he gets older and after#his injuries from the explosion affect his health#he'll faint and get woozy and get nasty nosebleeds and migraines pre often#agjdsgkjg#but the effects dont last long thanks to Advanced Healing#so he'll just be like WOW FUCK I AM DYING#and then after an hour he'll be ...oh nvm its all good lol
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A bunch of SAI livestream observations
I literally just copied and pasted the notes I took so I'm sorry if they make no sense.
Chronological notes:
-livestream starts by showing a birds-eye view of Dema and playing Good Day
-Tyler looks really depressed
-bishops (Sally/Sacarver and Dan/Lisden) introduce TOP as “the popular band, Twenty One Pilots” - trying to portray them as popular and likable to get more people to listen
-Sacarver says the dragon (Trash) is “kinda dark” - implies that Trash is good
-Tyler’s hair is “number 16 cotton candy” - further shows how Dema controls/catalogs everything
-“there’s not twenty one pilots, there’s only two guys!” - maybe it doesn’t mean anything but that phrase is *the* phrase that will piss off almost any clikkie
-bishops ask where Josh is and if he’s hiding, Sacarver says “come here, you little moron” - Josh isn’t with Dema because they don’t know where he is, plus they wouldn’t call him a moron if he was on their side
-Sacarver wants Tyler to play Stressed Out because she’s always stressed (due to working with Lisden) and because “it’s my favorite” - Stressed Out is the song that made TOP popular, she may be stressed due to working with Lisden because she’s the one that seems to want to escape Dema more, while he seems to buy into the message/concept of Dema more
-Tyler tunes out bishops and then starts singing Choker
-Bishops grab Tyler after Choker and force him onto another set, where Stressed Out plays. Bishops stay onstage during Stressed Out - again, Stressed Out made TOP popular, which is what the bishops want
(okay i know the bishops are bad but that last image would make a badass computer wallpaper)
-Stressed Out fades into Migraine
-“thank God it’s Friday/because Fridays will always be better than Sundays” - probably doesn’t mean anything, but the livestream was on a Friday
-Josh counted for Tyler on “depressssssing”, but not verbally like in the studio version
-Migraine background has the psi symbol
-Migraine transitions into Morph, with a video of a crowd from the Trench era (Tyler interacts with the ‘crowd’ with a call and answer)
-Tyler doesn’t say “Josh Dun” in Morph
-Morph turns into Holding on to You (“entertain my faith” part) with a rain/lightning effect
-right before “lean with it rock with it”, there’s static and it cuts to the bishops who advertise SAI on the second set (blue/pink/yellow rainbow)
-“they just don’t play hits like this on the radio these days” - “this song will never be played on the radio” from Fairly Local
-after, a ‘commercial’ plays
-the first commercial has the black slipcase on the right and the blue slipcase on the left. In the back, from left to right: cassette, three cd’s stacked on top of each other (white on top, pink in the middle, blue on the bottom), blue box (limited edition box set sold on their website), lyric booklet
-“Dema is bringing you this music collection that is vibrant with saturation” - the Twitter banner was slowly desaturated while in the process of announcing the album, ads for SAI said “feel the saturation!”
-Shy Away, Choker, and Mulberry Street are mentioned during the first ad - two out of three singles released before the album dropped and the most propaganda-like song
-After commercial, Tyler plays Mulberry Street - Lisden said it was his favorite (likely b/c it’s propaganda)
-Mulberry Street starts inside but Tyler goes outside to a street (Mulberry St.) with extras that are ‘frozen’ in place
-Mulberry Street was the whole song (or almost the whole song), while most songs played were only a small segment - again, it’s Dema’s propaganda, so they want it to go on longer than older songs
-after Mulberry Street, the intro to Lane Boy plays (“why do I kneel to these concepts? Tempted by control, controlled by temptation. Stay low, they say, stay low”)
-Lane Boy has people with gas masks in the background
-“Don’t trust a perfect person and don’t trust a song that’s flawless” is repeated several times - later, Sacarver calls the album “perfect”
-Lane Boy transitions into Redecorate
-Chlorine plays next, background has barrels like in music video
-“Running for my…” (Tyler himself doesn’t say the word “life”)
-After Chlorine, Shy Away plays with obviously fake snow/mountainous background. Chandeliers are hanging and a fancy dining table is set
-Bishop commercial after Shy Away (“break the cycle in half”) plays, bishops have nosebleeds
-Sacarver says “nothing is missing from this collection”, yet SAI has 11 tracks while past albums have 14
-cd’s in front are swapped (black on left and blue on right), and the three cd’s are in a different order (pink on top, blue in the middle, white on the bottom)
-“But remember, you should-” *static* - bishops are likely being controlled by someone else, as it’s unlikely that the Banditos would have the power to cut them off
-Cuts to Mulberry St. set but darker (dusk/nighttime)
-The Outside plays next with Josh wearing skeleton hoodie - The Outside was mentioned in the commercial
-when water is poured on the street after The Outside, it forms a footprint
-Tyler sits in a boat named “Oh” with a lamp and an artificial night sky
-Plays Heathens with a ukulele (no frog croaks)
-transitions into Trees, which is normally the last song
-during Trees, the stars start to blur together (it looks like a timelapse of the North Star)
-Josh in Bandito clothing with a torch is shown (torch looks slightly different than in music vids), then it cuts to Jumpsuit
-Jumpsuit background is a valley like in the music video but it looks greener and more manufactured
-After, Heavydirtysoul plays with a flaming car on set (kinda like in the mv)
-Tyler looks upwards during “can you save my heavydirtysoul?”, looks like he’s pleading (sorry the last pic is so blurry(face))
-background is a road similar to the one in the music video
-Josh keeps crossing his drumsticks during HDS
-Commercial break with hosts (bloody and Sacarver has overexaggerated makeup, plus they have yellow eyes)
-“Now that you’ve heard some of this collection, you must be just like us”
-”Sometimes I close my eyes to try to escape, I just can’t believe how unbelievably perfect this collection is!” “You know you can’t escape, Sally.” “Yes, I know.”
-”We’ve come for you”, “We got people on the way, no chances” - “We come for you, no chances”, “We got people on the way” (lyrics from No Chances (which they didn’t play))
-Commercial zooms out to show that it’s on a TV with Tyler, Josh, and others watching - we don’t believe what’s on TV
-Saturday plays, during Jenna dialogue, Jenna has a pink streak in her hair and her top is half-blue, half-white
-Jenna has a yellow phone (Trench) while Tyler has a red one (Dema)
-stutter/pause between “might get” and “loud” happened twice, not just once
-after, they dance onto another set and play Level of Concern
-LOC background looked kind of like Josh’s in the music video (glow in the dark stars against a dark background)
-“In a world where this is as good as it gets, and we miss you, we really do”
-Fades into Ride, background is pink scales and what looks like sideways palm trees?
-Car Radio plays, Josh and Tyler are wearing black masks instead of white ones
-pause after “I liked it better when my car had sound”
-right after Car Radio, an alarm sounds and red lights flash, people run around in the background as Tyler walks onto Mulberry St. set
-Never Take It plays, Tyler comes up close to the camera (almost like in LOC music vid)
-Heavydirtysoul car is on fire to the right of the set
-Trash figurine is on the ground, it looks larger than usual
-Tyler walks back to first set and sits between bishops, who are frozen, and sings “I know it’s over/I was born a choker/nobody’s coming for me” from Choker
-fades out and cuts to bird’s-eye view of the set with crew members clapping and cheering, although even that feels subdued and fake
-shows Josh and Tyler with bishops in background, then credits roll
Various observations:
-Josh’s drumsticks are yellow - furthers concept that he’s against Dema
-SAI songs were generally played longer than older songs
-Bishops call it a “collection”, not an “album”
-Guitarists/trumpet player have one of Tyler’s tattoos on shirt
-Tyler has a pink ring and a blue ring on his left ring and index fingers, respectively (Shy Away music vid)
-various easter eggs on Mulberry St. set (sorry for the quality/size of the pictures)
(says “Rosie’s lounge)
-The door numbers on the Mulberry St. set coincide with the dmaorg.info error message numbers (at the bottom of the message)
-Josh’s bandito mask looks different (has a design on it that looks like a lion?) (unless I’m dumb and it was always like that)
-FPE: the Few the Proud the Emotional (Blurryface), Failed Perimeter Escape (Trench), now Food Petrol Etc (SAI)
-Tyler looks less energetic when singing SAI songs (because it’s Dema propaganda)
-after the show, instrumental versions of The Hype, We Don’t Believe What’s on TV, and Doubt were played. WDBWOTV is obvious, The Hype has the lyric “just don’t believe the hype”, and Doubt has the lyric “gnawing on the bishops”
-in the Q&A, they said Josh would backflip off the piano, but he didn’t. They also didn’t do the deathdrop (thing where Tyler just kinda falls backwards)
-Stream was exactly one hour long (started at 8 PM EST, ended at 9 PM EST)
-The livestream ad doesn’t have a crossed O in the only of “one night only”
Josh’s drum set designs:
Trash:
Alien:
Psi symbol 1:
Psi symbol 2:
FULL SONG LIST:
[song number]. [song title] - [album] ([design on Josh’s drum]): [additional notes]
Asterisks indicate songs that transition into each other smoothly
Good Day - SAI (Josh not present): not sang by Tyler (live, that is)
*Choker - SAI (Trash)
Stressed Out - Blurryface (alien)
Migraine - Vessel (alien)
Morph - Trench (alien)
Holding on to You - RATB/Vessel (alien)*
[Dema commercial 1]
Mulberry Street - SAI (Trash)
*Lane Boy - Blurryface (alien)
Redecorate - SAI (alien)
Chlorine - Trench (alien)*
Shy Away - SAI (Psi Symbol 1)
[Dema commercial 2]
The Outside - SAI (Trash)
*Heathens - Suicide Squad soundtrack (Josh not present)
Trees - RATB/Vessel (Josh not present): usually played at end of concert)
[Josh as a Bandito]
*Jumpsuit - Trench (alien)
Heavydirtysoul - Blurryface (alien)*
[Dema commercial 3]
Saturday - SAI (Psi Symbol 2)
*Level of Concern - single (alien)
Ride - Blurryface (alien)
Car Radio - RATB/Vessel (alien)*
[alarm sounds]
Never Take It - SAI (Trash)
Anyways, thats all I have for now but if I missed anything, let me know and I’ll add it! (I’ll be sure to credit you ofc)
-Admin Crow
#sai#scaled and icy#sai theory#scaled and icy theory#twenty one pilots#twenty øne piløts#top theory#what the hell is going on
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28. things you said in the dark for chargestep? (i just read this month's qna and im feeling things)
Things you said prompts
CW: Injury, Migraines, Painkiller use
Ricardo holds his breath as he opens the door to the bedroom does so as slowly as humanely possible to prevent it creaking and makes an effort to tip toe as quietly as possible (not the easiest of feats for someone like him).
The apartment is better than he was expecting. Small, a little run down but the door locks properly and it’s not in the worst area. Still took a bus rather than his bike though, playing it safe.
He’s trying to stay on the down low as much as possible. Knows the last thing Ronan needs is someone either finding where they live or implicating him in yet another scandal. He’s as dressed down as much as he can manage. Altered his walk, his stance. The backpack is the most nondescript one he owns.
Technically, he's on on sick leave, but not really he’s still needed. Relief work mostly, tidy little easily digestible soundbites to appease the media, and as it turns out large scale disasters create a lot of red tape.
He ran into the landlady on the way up and she seems unassuming, sympathetic, had a few nice things to say about Ronan, they often help her get her groceries in, and sometimes fix her tv when it stops working, is worried about them. She either didn’t clock him as Marshal Charge, or did but wasn’t that concerned.
The curtains are still drawn, lights off as the door opens.
“Ronan?” Ricardo calls as softly as he can manage. There’s a pause for a few moments until he hears some mumbled pained moan from under the sheets.
“Ric?” Ronan’s voice low, almost inaudible.
“Brought you some water,” He pauses, debates about mentioning the little blister pack in his pocket that he found in what passes as a kitchen,doesn’t even want to think about how Ronan got their hands on it. “And some painkillers-”
“Tylenol?” Ronan manages to croak, “Or something that might… ow… actually work?” Ronan groans, their head feeling like it’s stuffed with acid coated cotton wool.
“Actually work?” He offers up, he recognises the drug name, he’s no stranger to it. Strong stuff.
He finds a spot to perch on the edge of the single bed, it dips a little under his weight, groans a bit in protest. He hears the sound of the sheets moving as Ronan does their best to sit up. He can’t see their face but he knows Ronan is grimacing.
“Nosebleeds have stopped,” Ronan manages, “For now-”
“Good-”
The next argument dies in his throat. He knows by now it’s a lost cause, he’s well aware of how unwilling Ronan is to go anywhere near a doctor or even a hospital. Ronan was only checked over by a paramedic and then someone incredibly discreet on the Ranger’s medical staff who managed to keep Ronan in one place for a couple of days. And that was only due to them being too weak to protest. Which is also probably why Ronan willingly gave him their current address and let him drive them home last week.
His stomach churns a bit when he thinks too hard about what's happened. He’s not been able to look at the news since, footage of the incident has been playing over and over, each time the final death doll grows. His bandages itch a little jolt of static shocks his thigh.
He knows that flesh is cheaper to fix than mods. He should count his blessings it’s only flesh.
Ronan reaches out with a shaky hand, he steadies the glass manges to guide them in the dark so they can drink. Carefully slips them a couple of pills, holds his breath as he waits for Ronan to swallow.
“Hows the arm?” Ronan manages to say without a wince after a few more moments pass in the dark.
“Better,” It’s only half a lie, “Itches like hell though,” Ricardo pauses, “Hungry?”
“Don’t…” Pauses, winces, shakes their head and regrets it, “Think I can really keep anything down,” Ronan sighs, moans softly in the dark.
“Protein shake? The chocolate one doesn’t taste that bad, honest”
(That is a lie)
“Later,” Ronan croaks and yawns a little. “Stay a little?”
“Stay?”
“Yeah,” Ronan shifts a little in the dark, their mind brushes a familiar static void and right it feels like the softest of down pillows bundled up in silk “You… your mind feels… nice right now”
Ricardo pauses, wants to ask more but doesn’t want Ronan awake for longer than they need to.
“Please?”
He stays.
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maybe bill picks up his smoking habit more when tiger gets into her accident because it’s so stressful. when tiger wakes up from a midday nap, she sees him on the porch, nervous energy all around him, smoking a cigarette. she has no other thought than to just walk up behind him, hugging him. he jumps and says she shouldn’t be breathing it in and she’s like neither should you smartass.
As much as I loathe smoking, I really do love this concept. I like what one nani touched on awhile ago--throughout all of this, Bill kind of needs a reprieve too, you know? Hands down tiger gets the short end of the stick here because she’s the one healing, but this is also a lot on Bill. It’s a heavy weight on his shoulders to take care of her and make sure she’s okay--all while also dealing with the fact that the girl he loves more than anything else in life has no idea who he is, and has no memory of their time together. He’s worried sick that she’ll never get her memories back, he’s terrified that she might not love him anymore--and as he’s going through all of this, he’s also trying to keep on a brave face so that he doesn’t worry her, so that he doesn’t put any more pressure on her to try and heal.
But I think he breaks a lot. I think he has to. So I think he chooses his moments--when she’s resting, when she’s at therapy, any time that he knows she’s down for awhile and he’s safe to just kind of go through his own healing process. Sometimes it’s scotch. Sometimes it’s chain smoking. Sometimes it’s having Gustaf over and closing the door to his home office, and just letting all of it out as big bro listens calmly.
Maybe it’s been a particularly bad day--tiger is frustrated because she feels like she should have been further along in her healing than she is. She’s short-tempered but so is he, because he just wants her to be better. So maybe he pushes too hard on her memory exercises, maybe they both snap. Maybe tiger also isn’t feeling well lately and has had some physical setbacks--more migraines, more frequently, more intense. Nosebleeds. Instead of moving forward, it feels like she was thrown back a few steps--she’s irritated and in pain, and quite frankly, Bill is scared. He’s just scared. So maybe as tiger is down for a nap, he waits a bit to make sure she’s okay--and after about 20 minutes, he pulls his coat on and just goes out on the balcony. Lights up a cigarette, leaning on the railing and looking up at Orion in the sky.
“A little help troublemaker,” he pleads to the constellation, “A little help would be real appreciated right now.”
He hauls in a drag, taps the ashes off the lit tip and blows the smoke out the side of his mouth.
“She’s going to get better,” he mumbles, and looks upwards again, “She’s going to get better, right? She has to, Granny.”
Another haul, and the exhale is more like a deep sigh of resignation as he leans his elbows on the railing. From behind him, he hears the door open slowly.
“Bill?” a quiet voice interrupts him. He turns in surprise, immediately waving his arms around him to clear the smoke.
“Tiger,” he says, “What’re you doing up? You shouldn’t be out here kid, you’ll catch a chill.”
“I slept for a bit and I guess it was enough,” she says, wrapping her arms around herself and shivering a little, “What’re you doing out here?”
“Just clearing my head a little,” he says as he stubs his cigarette out, “You shouldn’t be breathing this in.”
“Neither should you bud,” she quirks a brow, “Who were you talking to?”
He smiles softly at her.
“Go grab a coat and I’ll show you.”
She leaves the door open, heading back inside briefly to grab her coat. She pulls it on as she steps onto the balcony with him; he tucks her under his arm and points up at the sky.
“That’s your grandmother,” he points to the constellation, “You and her, Orion was your thing. It...connected you somehow.”
“Which one is it?” she asks, looking up but it makes her a little dizzy so she reaches for the railing to steady her.
“The three stars right there, that’s the belt,” he explains, “When you would come visit me on set, no matter where we were in the world, at night the first thing you would do is look up at the sky and see if you could spot it.”
“It’s pretty,” she says, leaning into his side a bit more and he holds her tighter.
“When we lost Granny, seeing Orion in the sky always comforted you. You took it as a sign that she was still here, watching over us. That no matter what, she wasn’t that easy to get rid of,” he snickered.
“I’ll bet she was fun,” tiger says, “She sounds like nothing but trouble.”
Bill allows himself a small sniff of her hair, a brief kiss on her head.
“Speaking of trouble,” she starts softly, “I’m sorry. I know I was a little...unbearable today.”
“You’re healing, tiger. It’s going to have good days and bad days.”
She nods, maybe even pulls him down for a soft kiss on his cheek--and before he can react, she also places her lips briefly to his.
“Thank you,” she murmurs softly, “For being here. For sticking with me on the good days, but especially on the bad ones.”
She taps his chest, giving him a small smile and before he can respond--she’s back inside, closing the door quietly behind her.
Bill just sighs heavily, pops another cigarette out of the carton and lights it up.
“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” he grumbles to the sky, “But I’ll take it.”
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Am I allowed to place in a request for Mr svelte tracker boi Demetri? I need my greek boi fix. 😅😂 My stimming (due to my slight autism and anxiety) has been kinda bad lately and I was wondering if you could do some headcanons on how he would be with a reader who has that going on? (For example, some of my stimming signs are restless, uncontrollable finger twitches sometimes, and sudden limb movements and facial twitches I can't control 😅) Thanks! Also, sorry if this is too touchy a subject!🙈
You most certainly are allowed and I cannot express how hard I fangirled when I realised it was you in my ask box. I played it very cool but just know I was dying inside from the moment I saw your username come up XD
TW: Mentions of anxiety and sensory overload. If that’s a little personal to you please be cautious about reading this one!
I’m incapable of writing short things it seems so it’s another long one.
Self-stimulating behaviour, known more commonly as stimming, usually involves repetitive movements and/or sounds. Though it is most often associated with autism (I know when I first saw the word stimming that was where my mind immediately went to) everybody stims in some way, shape or form to relieve stress, tension, anxiety, boredom etc. Some ways are less noticeable than others such as nail biting or finger tapping, while others can be more obvious and disruptive to your social/daily life like licking certain objects or scratching at skin.
I learned all this from doing a bit of reading before taking on this request and if you want to know more then the link to the article I read is right -----> HERE <------ ! It’s informed my ideas for this headcanon request and though I’m open to discussions about the topic to help educate myself and anyone else who wishes to learn more, what I will not tolerate is any sort of hate or discrimination based on the links to developmental disorders and mental illness that stimming has. This blog has and always will be a safe space for anyone and everyone and a little respect for one another will help keep it that way. Be kind folks!
So without further ado, how would Demetri react to you stimming I wonder?
Part 1: Headcanons below the Keep Reading Line
Part 2: Teeth (fic)
Part 3: Control (fic)
· He honestly wouldn’t really notice for a while because, well, humans aren’t exactly designed to be as flawless as vampires
· Impromptu nosebleeds, migraines, sneezes…they’re just glitches in a faulty system so why is the way your leg just bounced up off of the floor while your sitting any different to those other equally as involuntary things
· He’s struggling right now to, after all he just met his very human mate and it’s quite overwhelming for him to have to adapt to all these new feelings and situations he finds himself in, but he deals because he can
· Some days, you just…can’t
· Getting attacked by a man with some bizarre fascination with your neck is bad enough but being whisked away by strangers is somehow even worse. At least in the first scenario once it’s over it’s over, now you’re just living an anxious person’s nightmare in a new place full of new people
· Volterra was beautiful, but it wasn’t home. No cosy apartment, no neighbours cat to feed, no monotonous shifts at work…
· Actually, most of the time you’re left utterly alone to navigate an unfamiliar castle, and the times you aren’t alone is when there’s a man claiming to be your eternal lover in front of you
· Try to convince me this man doesn’t rip the band aid off and profess his love for you with dramatic flair just TRY
· Your days are filled with endless boredom where you’re doing nothing at all until someone checks on you, and then fight or flight kicks in because oh HELLO Mr Vampire guard are you here to give me lunch or kill me?
· Demetri had thought that perhaps you were okay with that, since you hadn’t really outwardly reacted beyond the way your cheek twitched up into a smirk once or twice as he spoke. Hell, you’d even winked at him…right?
· You did that a lot so he really genuinely thought that maybe you were just trying to flirt with him, build a relationship with him. Your constant little winks and the way your fingers twitched when he was nearby, like you so desperately wanted to reach out to him…
· It took a few weeks before he realised how wrong he was
· You’d reached for a sip of water and your arm had just whipped outward from your body
+ You’d absolutely drenched him with your entire glass of water and could only stare in abject horror wondering what the supposed vampire would do next, since you’d interrupted him rather smugly detailing his plans for your first date
· Silence
· There was just silence
· It only made your anxiety worse and the muscles in your face just spasmed without your permission and - god did you just smirk at him again, oh no
+ “I’m glad one of us finds this amusing. If you did not like the idea there were other ways to tell me so.”
· You almost want to cry from sheer embarrassment at this point because the date really had sounded like it could be fun and now you’d just straight up thrown water in his face like he’d insulted you in the worst way imaginable
· So you come clean and tell him about your stimming
· He’s really worried at first because autism? Anxiety he’s heard of but autism sounds very dangerous, are you dying? You’re probably dying. He’s going to lose his mate –
· Another involuntary finger twitch from you forces him to calm down because your anxious enough without his worrying on top, so he kind of brushes it off and makes no big deal out of it
· Squeezes your hand and kisses your forehead to try and reassure you all is forgiven, even if he does have to go change a very expensive looking designer shirt and god you’re so sorry
· Of course, that kind of makes it worse for you because anxiety brain is activated and your 99.9999% sure he’s actually furious with you still and has only pretended to forget it while he’s plotting his revenge
· You see him late at night when you struggle to fall and stay asleep, reading in the low lamplight at his desk across the room, his laptop propped open and a notebook before him but you’re too scared still to ask what it is he’s reading so intently (probably good suggestions on places to bury your body welp)
· It’s a complete surprise to you therefore when he does take you out on that date he promised you not two weeks later
· He’s chosen a nice overcast day so he’s in the least conspicuous clothing he owns
+ Demetri’s least conspicuous clothes still consist of the most chic and expensive brands you know of and he sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the quaint little market stalls he’s brought you to see
· Despite the gloomy weather the people of Volterra are out in full force though, swarming the market stalls and chattering and laughing as flashes of gold and silver from jewelry hit your eyes, bright coloured fabrics following
· It’s all just too much
· There’s people everywhere and so much noise, so many colours and lights and people brushing past you…
· Your fingers clench tight around his, his hand immersed in a glove to keep his freezing skin from chilling you too much
· He squeezes back lightly, eyes shifting to glance down at you with the kindest smile on his lips
+ “Keep squeezing my hand whilst we find somewhere quieter to stand.”
· Your fingers seemed to take turns pressing into his rock solid skin, an odd sort of comfort coming from the fact you know you can press down hard and he won’t so much as register the sensation, and Demetri squeezes back, just firm enough he knows you can feel the pressure of his palm on yours
· He takes you to a quiet little side road where the noise is much more faded and there is so much free space around you you feel like you can finally breathe again
· He still hasn’t stopped squeezing your hand, taking turns with you as you take some steady breaths and try to focus your senses a bit, one thing you can feel, two things you can see, three you can smell...
· “I hope you can forgive me, I did not expect the market to be so busy today with the weather like this.”
· His apology takes you completely by surprise because how would he even know you struggled with crowds? You barely know each other?
· Seeing your surprise Demetri rather sheepishly admits as to what exactly he’s been reading all those nights you’ve seen him at his desk, and you’re a little overwhelmed to realise he’s been reading about you
· Medical journals, mummyblogs, charity websites and more, if it had any information about autism and stimming he’s browsed through it and taken copious amounts of notes, observing you religiously to see what might be relevant to you and how he can help
· + “I read somewhere you self-stimulate to calm yourself when you are anxious or your senses feel overwhelmed, is that what happened?” “Well, yes, actually, I…I…”
“And did it help? Taking you away from the source of stress and letting you squeeze my hand like that?”
· It had actually, you felt much calmer and Demetri’s obvious acceptance and willingness to help you manage your stimming and anxiety today were one of the first little moments you fell in love with him, looking back on it
· He didn’t stop there either. Together you sat down and made a list of all the things that you found most often triggered your stimming, and all of the things that brought you joy so he could figure out things to avoid and things you might like for your future dates
· Within hours of arriving home you’d gotten a whole new daily routine set up so you weren’t left to languish and wonder what was going to happen next
· Three days later an express shipment of your favourite smelling scented candles arrived alongside a Bluetooth speaker, supplies Demetri insisted were necessary for nice calming baths on the days your anxiety was playing up
· He started doing mindfulness practices with you in the evenings
· He never touched the volume controls for his laptop, speaker or TV, leaving it to you to control the volume so you could set it to a level you were comfortable with, and he religiously policed the noise on his floor to + “Where are you going? The movie just started…” “To tell Felix to turn his music down.”
“You’re vampiring again Metri, I can’t even hear that.”
· When he signed you up for Yoga and meditation classes at a centre in town you drew the line and told him he was going overboard, but bless him he had tried
· Overall he’s a solid 15/10 for effort, even if some ideas are still experimental - you’re enjoying the deep pressure massages a lot though – and he sometimes goes a bit mother-hen trying to get you out of situations he thinks you’ll struggle with, when actually you’re coping just fine today
· You love him dearly for it
#twilight#twilight headcanon#demetri volturi#volturi headcanon#stimming#autism#tw anxiety#tw sensory overload#the volturi#twilight fanfiction#I tried my best so I hope this is okay#Demetri is totally the type to go overboard and try absolutely anything to make you comfortable
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Gretchen Lore
General:
Full name is Gretchen Marie Graves
Wears Vanilla rose perfume
Naturally blonde but colors her hair bright orange
alternates between putting it up in buns or leaving it down
always wears sharp eyeliner
uses that one Kat Von D liner that survived a car wreck
Anger issuessssss but can be a softie
Enjoys reading, music, video games and naps
Favorite season is Fall
Birthday is February 10th (21) (Aquarius)
Born in Pennsylvania
Walking Hot topic
She is 5’2 without her platforms, with them she’s 5’4
Her and Percy both smoke hella weed
When talking with Percy outside of her room, she just pretends to be on the phone if people ask or look at her weird
Uses magic for little things in her day to day life, Phone across room? Yoink! Over here now!
Using Magic gives her a sort of high, even her combat magic
Her magic manifests as a dull purple glow, occasionally forming magic circles depending on the spell
Glows bright purple when overcharged (ex: Sebastian's helmet) or when using Big magic
If she over does it she pays for it in particularly bad migraines and nosebleeds
Favorite spell is the one to summon Vile Thorn, her giant plant and bone monster her and Percy came up with
Only tried combat magic because Percy said it’d be cool to do anime fights in the backyard (he was right)
They’d go out to the field and Percy would come up with cool things for her to try to do with magic and she’d see if she could do them. This also helped her learn to control her powers
Only one able to see and hear Percy
Can see spirits on the regular, many around her home. Usually leaves them be and vice versa, but occasionally one will reach out.
On more than one occasion one has come to her to nitpick about their funeral (makeup isn't done right, wrong flowers)
She helps her parents out with funerals she's not in school or on Monster Duty. She also gets paid for what she does.
Her mother, who handles the embalming and mortuary work, used to let her do the makeup and help dress the bodies for the services
Mainly watches over the funeral in general, making sure everything goes smoothly
Dad actually taught her how to drive the hearse during funeral processions
Life and family stuff
Her and her parents are close, but they have their moments
Her father, Glenn, handles the business side of things in the funeral home. He also makes his own grave stones. Her mother, Margarete, handles the embalming and body prepping. Their funeral home is called Graves Matter
Her mother is VERY German and speaks with a thick accent. Taught her German as a kid but Gretchen doesn’t speak it often.
Her parents were always supportive of her in whatever she wanted to do, even if they didn’t understand what was going on. They loved her nonetheless
Odd things would happen when she got emotional (her tantrums as a child were particularly bad) and she generally gave people Bad Vibes
Used to be bullied a lot in school
She started to show signs of depression around 10yrs old, social withdrawal, poor school performance, hopelessness, anger.
Teacher suggested she try to interact with the other kids and make some new friends, which didn't work out well
either her weird nature turned them away or her powers scared them off.
Meeting Percy
Moved into the house when she was 10. Percy saw her around but didn't think she’d actually be able to see him. No one else had been able to, so he left her and her family alone
Gretchen often thought she saw a boy outside in the yard, sometimes she’d go look but he was never there.
When Gretchen was 12, she found a Ouija board in the attic when they were cleaning one summer. It was her mothers from when she was in college. Her parents didn’t really believe in that stuff so they let her keep it.
She took it to her room and set up a little séance one night when her parents were out, as you do
Started asking questions but nothing came through. When she’s about to give up and say goodbye it spelled out P-E-R-C-Y before moving to goodbye.
After that she saw him more around the house. She’d call out but never get an answer back
She tried to have another séance, she wanted to know more.
She tried again with the questions and again got nothing. She sighed, defeated..
Then all the candles went out and she heard a “boo” whisper in her ear. She whipped around, saw him and screamed.
It had him ROLLING and howling with laughter. He thought it was hilarious
After that night Percy would pop in often to hang out, scare or bug her. She didn’t really mind, she was just happy to have someone to talk to. Percy honestly was too.
The two of them became quick friends and started to hang out all the time. She’d show him video games and anime and they’d play in the backyard together, Percy would show her cool things in the woods
Things started to get better for her. He wasn’t a cure all but having him around made things more manageable
He’d follow her around a lot and often would go to school with her
He kind of enjoyed going since he never really got to go himself.
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Gretchen was the first one to tell him she liked him, but Percy fell first
they were hanging out and smoking in their smoke spot and he just looked so damn pretty in that moonlight,,,
She was really conflicted about it, she felt kinda weird for liking him but knew she really had some feelings and had for a bit
Percy was a bit taken aback at first, mainly because it was so sudden (and he was high)
They talked about it a little ("Gretch I'm literally dead are you sure about this???? Isn't that weird even for you??") and decided to see where things went
They've been together ever since ❤
Motw
Lied to her parents at 19 about getting into an out of state college so she could join the Wings of Icarus, a monster hunting organization. She didn't want them to worry.
Came into contact with Ekar when she made her first deal (not the one that traded Percy)
After trading Percy for power, when she wasn't hunting monsters she was looking for ways to get him back
She'd try to meditate and use magic to pinpoint where he was or even contact him but every time she'd get close something (or rather someone) blocked her
Suffered from many migraines and nosebleeds during this time because of how much she was overdoing it between work and getting him back
Ended up trading her powers for Percy
She eventually found a way to restore her powers years later (because I like my girls magical)
She ended up telling her parents the truth about W.O.I, they promised to keep things secret.
She still works for them, but doesn't go out on as many jobs like she used to
#good lord im done looking at this lmao#this was fun sorry its so long i had a lot of ideas i wanted to write down uwu#gretchen#my ocs
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Mau's Very Silly Headcanon Post
Since I have two pieces of fiction going live this weekend and they’re both going to be late due to butting into each other XD.
I did another one here and there’s going to be some overlap, but less bodily function stuff in this one (mostly spit) (also some vague references to medical trauma).
A lot of this is small potatoes because I didn’t want to spoil anything. How Phaseleech actually works ends up being a plot point in what I have pending, so I actually can’t just come out and say what’s going on. That said, I’m sure there are people here who want to know what’s on my mind, but who don’t want to sit through 50K words with half a dozen squick warnings.
That said: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Mauser_Frau
Questions welcome, about this, anything else I think about Borderlands, what exactly is in Chapter 13 of Satellite, if it’s true the one flashback actually happened to Mom...
Both
-Look, the only thing I did that’s appreciably off-canon is let them have emotions. Maybe I drove into left field with what those emotions were, but that’s really all anybody’s got to do to fix this situation. Go with the deity of your choice.
-If I was headed for a Gearbox ending, it would be for the scrapped one, not the one we got. See this and this other thing.
>>>I would still have written the twins as having something resembling a meaningful relationship regardless of whether that turned out romantic or not. As things went and are, them as a couple was something I knew how to write and my mom shipped them (no, I’m not kidding).
-I’m not going for a canon ending. Mercy, did I find a thread I could snap and take the whole sweater out.
-Both had blue siren markings when they were born; Troy’s turned red after they were separated.
--Which was a complicated mess-- they were upside-down verses each other and had several secondary adhesions, the most notable of which was Tyreen’s face to Troy’s thigh.
---Leda never 100% recovered from the emotional or physical trauma, but she put on a brave face for the last sevenish years of her life.
---Troy’s tissue loss was severe and left him with a notable pit in his upper right side.
---Tyreen also has heavy scarring running from her right armpit to her right hip. It’s not as complex, but it is very visible. Missing a fair amount of intestine compared to the average human, but this has apparently never bothered her beyond the fact that visiting the toilet when you don’t eat is not fun.
-Semi-identical twins. Have 82.5% of their genes in common. LSS, neither one is a parasite. They’re two sperm plus one egg and they didn’t divide right.
--Ms. Phaseleech* didn’t know any better. #oops
--If you get them relaxed enough, they will indeed curl up together in their “fish” position.
-Tyreen is the one who would wail first if separated from her brother when they were very small, but they don’t like being apart even as adults.
-Both very well-read, used to recite The Odyssey to congregants instead of scripture (‘cause they didn’t have any scripture).
-Good to excellent hunters. Depends what they’re hunting and if they’re together. Prefer to go barefoot if there’s no one else around.
-The circumstances surrounding Leda’s death are appreciably worse than fanon baseline to the point I don’t think I ought to leave them lying around in a Tumblr post.
-Both have wavy hair if they don’t iron the daylights out of it.
-Prefer to be on the road and around people, even if a fair amount of those people are going to end up dinner.
-Get weirdly soft-hearted around kids, especially little boys with a similar complexion to their own.
-Do they have any concept that they’re horrible people? Yes, but it’s very academic and not something that motivates them. You’d be way more likely to hear them frame themselves as hedonists, which also explains their worldview to a certain extent.
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Troy
-Skinnier than most other Troys. You could put him in a room with every fandom Troy and sort them by muscle mass, you’d find him at the bottom end, partying like this was an accomplishment.
-Has an X-linked connective tissue disorder which is more extensive than he lets on. He really should not do about 90% of the stunts he does because of the vascular involvement.
-Made a categorical decision to treat the associated pain with a lot of cannabis and massage. Has a distinct resin and honey body butter smell because of this.
--Also, if you get him off-hours, there’s going to be a fair amount of “but why are we here, man?” discussion.
-Has a kink in his upper back. His spine tilts to his right. Not super noticeable, but if you were on massage duty, you’d realize something felt out of place.
-Used to get catastrophic nosebleeds, though these have lessened in frequency and severity over the years.
-After a certain point, has a permanent latching socket port installed on his right side, allowing him to switch arms out as he likes.
--Because he has a selection of eccentric ones. What? It’s a challenge to learn to use non-human aspects like claws or feathers or forty joints in a tentacle.
--Still flounces around without one if nobody of consequence is watching and generally won’t sleep with one in.
-The insides of his ear gauges are messy and don’t even get him started on changing the jewelry on any, erm, other piercings he might have. (Nipples and one off-center PA. That was QUITE enough after what it took for his tattoos to cooperate.)
-Will frame any illness or off-day as a migraine, which he does get.
-Had really bad teeth before his mouth mods. After that, has none of his natural teeth remaining. Primarily uses his exceptional bite radius to annoy others, show off, eat sandwiches in a disturbing fashion and do unspeakable things in bed. They’re for show. They’re not functional in any serious way.
-Doesn’t have great control of said mouth mods in the heat of passion or if you get him laughing hard enough. Hope you like spit!
-Still has rather heinous-looking feet, but he’s concerned about losing his calluses if he has them fixed. You’d be more likely to see him open on an operating table than barefoot in public.
-Always wants to be the little spoon. You’re a tink? You’re a third his size? So what. He wants to be the little spoon. Just give in.
-Genuinely likes tea, especially flower-based tea. Favorite foods include grits, polenta, tamales, campfire beefy rice, beef and broccoli layered onto somebody else’s leftover noodles, beef curry, beef sandwiches soaked in jus, steak tips on day-old fries and look just give him a sloppy plate of starch and dead cow if you need him to shut up.
-Drinks vodka so cold and over-filtered it tastes like water, then follows it up with extra greasy, burnt-to-hell texas toast while talking about his mother.
-Lactose intolerant. Please do not feed the rat child pizza. Or chipped beef on toast. No, not even if he begs.
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Tyreen
-Abnormally acute senses, especially hearing/smell and including a form of intuition which targets where things she can leech exist nearby. She’s only aware of any of this in the context of it being different from how Troy’s senses work. She knows where to get food. Don’t most people?
-Doesn’t perceive herself as 100% human. The Leech is part of her and she likes herself. Mama said she was perfect. The details are whatever. You got a problem here? Well, that’s easy to fix…
-Would have been sorted as a tomboy growing up, but had no companions to do so. As is, prefers the company of masculine individuals, loves showing people up in a boyish fashion and is absolutely going to tune you out if you start talking to her about the topic.
-Reeks. You might smell something “off” with her around in a meeting room, but get her sweaty or worked up and forget it. It’s not even a human smell. Petrichor and spray paint, menstrual blood and chlorine, dead leaves and solvent. It’s chemical, it’s uncannily biological. It’s really not OK. She can’t smell it and Troy’s used to it.
-Doesn’t shave. Has fluffy armpits that don’t match her dye job and a rather spectacular bush that extends onto her upper thighs. Does pluck here brows and the witch hairs on her chin, but otherwise, you know what, nah.
-Heavily tattooed, but this is limited to her torso. The viewing of said tattoos, as well as her scars, is a ritual in her particular CoV.
--Not that she cares about being naked. A body is a body. You people are so uptight.
-Will reflexively guard her lower stomach before anything else and sometimes in error. Do not call her on this. You will piss her off.
-Has an eye-shaped siren marking, but it’s on her left shoulder blade and she tends to forget it’s there. More aware of the “pointer mark” underneath her navel.
-Poor tolerance for any drugs.
-Can only ingest salt, sucrose and 80 proof or better clear alcohol without retching.
--Which is to say she doesn’t eat “people food”.
--Fatty or high-fiber foods tend to make her ill faster. She could possibly keep tofu or chicken breast down for an hour or more, but it’s still not going to end well.
--Can and does eat cinder toffee because it’s one of the few things she can chew and digest. Konpeito is nice too, but sometimes the dye upsets her stomach.
--Milk, maybe. Human works better.
-Enjoys swimming or long baths.
-Ambidextrous. Was either born that way or picked up doing certain things left-handed because that’s what her brother had to work with and she had to show him how to do stuff somehow.
-Good with a forearm-mounted crossbow. Either hand is fine.
-Used to drool precipitously when she leeched something “good”. Mostly has a handle on this by the time the CoV gets to be a thing. Mostly.
-Deeply immature love language which might include her actually asking to play with her prospective partner and a good bit of bullying.
-SHE IS NOT SHY ABOUT HER NEEDS AND KINKS. THE HELL WITH YOU. YOU’RE MAKING SOMETHING OUT OF NOTHING. HOW DARE YOU. DO YOU WANT TO BE SKAG BAIT ON THE NEXT LIVESCREAM. UGH. #nottsundereatall
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* The Leech IDed herself as, erm, herself in some stuff I’m not sure I’ll ever post but ANYWAY.
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Ok, so, originally this was gonna just be a million fuckin questions, and it'll prooooobably turn into one of those question chains from several months ago. BUT to start I think I can do just like, three. First, tell me ALL about the area in Norway where Jelani was growin up, absolutely anything and everything you can think of about it. Secondly, tell me ALL about babby Jelani! Again just anything and everything you can think of! Lastly, how exactly do those magic weapons work? :o Like, once they're made can anyone grab them? Can he only have one at a time? Stuff like that! Basically just use this as a chance to talk about all those things! :3
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So Jelani was born and raised near what is known as Hammerfest today (woohoo subarctic climate!). Honestly he’s been everywhere and just about seen everything but nothing compares to when he was growing up in that area and watching the Aurora Borealis with family and friends in a comfortable silence while just taking it all in, ya know? Being born in 870 CE meant there was no light pollution so every night the sky always lit up and the stars were so shiny and there were millions and millions of them which was absolutely insane to see and had a lot of significance because of his mom’s culture and their relationship to the stars.
They were close to the coast so there was a lot of fishing and sailing. He was also partial to that area because it was close to the sea and close enough to the mountains where it felt like a happy in between. He’s not a fan of being too far from some source of water. That place was perfect as he could see all kinds of sea dwelling animals like whales and seals, squids though he’s not a fan, he’s kind of scared of squid especially the really big ones he saw every once in a while. He especially liked puffins as a kid since he thought they were kinda silly. Inland he saw his fair share of reindeer, foxes, bears, wolves and otters which he completely fell in love with and still loves as an adult. Show him pictures or videos of otters and he’ll melt, if he sees one irl he’ll practically die from the amount of cute. There were also the more supernatural creatures though he mostly grew up around a lot of werewolves.
Oh! And sure, he’s not a big fan of the sun but even he has to admit that the midnight sun is pretty impressive and beautiful in its own right. It was gorgeous to see it and he did enjoy walking around in the middle of the night and still see the sun out.
Also, despite the location, he was exposed to a lot of different people as the village was flagged as a safe area which saw a ton of traders and all were welcome regardless of who you were or if you were human or non-human. He saw everything and interacted with all sorts of people from the local Sámi People, Middle Eastern, Asian and even other African people. And after his mom found out her family were still alive and well they’d also visit each other when they could. Honestly, his upbringing was kinda fairy tale like.
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qasdxcfgbhn well, Jela as a little kid was always hanging around his parents, grandparents and especially his brother. Since Loke’s 13 years older than him Loke often watched him and played with him a lot, he wasn’t even asked to he just did it because baby brother. Like the instant Lo first saw him it was like love at first sight type of shit. He learned to speak clearly very early on which surprised everyone at how clear and structured his speech was for a kid so young and then they learned he was a very fast learner and really smart and was always curious and asking tons of questions.
Even since he was little he really loved animals so he was always seen chasing after them or somehow petting them and playing with them. Learned to ride and care for horses pretty fast and when he got his own it was like fireworks went off in his head. Even in present day he sees a horse and it’s like instant childhood memories flooding him. Btw his first horse was a mare he named Dagny, just like his ball python in modern times lol, it was a Fjord with a grey coat and a two tone mane and he loved her to bits. Aside from that there was the family dog named River because she loved to swim. He also liked cats but they didn’t have a cat because Loke was scared of them and Sanaa (for different reasons related to another creature) wasn’t fond of them. They don’t hate cats but they’d rather just keep ‘em at arm’s length.
Then teen Jelani who was...I don’t wanna use the word difficult because he wasn’t but let’s just say different for lack of a better word. It was around this time that he was realizing he wasn’t like his family and it actually hurt ‘im a lot. Especially since his mom was an arcane berserker and it was like a huge deal so they all thought he was gonna be one too. So in come the feelings of alienation and the doubts and the semi angst and the moodiness. He was never disrespectful to anyone but he was often moody and often felt down. Around this time he was also learning he had some unique abilities of his own that no one else had and since no one else had them he learned to control them but not without incidents. Not to mention that since he was very little he could see and hear and talk to things that no one else could really see. Some were friendly and others weren’t. Mix in the regular hormonal shit teenagers go through during puberty and it made for a bit of a mess. This kind of “weakened” him and his old self (which he nor anyone else knew of) was starting to rear in and it was kind of scary. He was actually fluctuating between his old personality which was chaotic af and his present self and both seemed to clash a lot. Once this started happening the migraine attacks and the nosebleeds began as well as the sleep paralysis, night terrors, insomnia and the nyctophobia and they all seemed to hit him really hard and suddenly. So all of that mixed in made the ages of 13 through 17 really, really fucking messy.
But family and friends were with him through it all and at 17 and a half he chilled out and learned to control himself and managed to suppress his old self. He’d learned to use and handle his abilities responsibly, still felt a little out of place but his family was sure to always let ‘im know they loved him no matter what and his grandfather especially let him know that his differences weren’t a bad thing and that they made ‘im special. By 18 he was back to his cheerful old self though sometimes he still felt bad about being different but didn’t let it get him down. However, he now had to cope with migraine attacks, night terrors, nyctophobia, random nosebleeds, insomnia and sleep paralysis which he still has even in present day.
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Okay so berserkers are non-humans that have the ability to summon powerful weapons and very sturdy armor from nothing thin air. The armor can take a beating but if they get targeted by a barrage of attacks the armor can break and they’d have to summon the armor again but there’s a cool down of about half an hour so it’s better to hang on to the armor even if broken or get your ass to safety. The weapons don’t break though. Oh and if an armor broke and they summon it again it’ll show up as good as new. Berserkers can summon up to two different weapons so which ones they summon depends on the person’s taste and comfort level.
These weapons can be summoned and dematerialized at will and have no cool down. Anyone can grab them if the berserker it belongs to doesn’t mind though why would a berserker use another one’s weapon unless they wanna be offensive and kill ‘em with their own weapon? It’s not offensive, more like yikes.
Now, since Jelani isn’t a berserker he managed to figure out a way to mimic berserkers’ ability to summon a weapon from thin air though unlike grown up berserkers he isn’t limited to just two types of weapons. For example Loke is able to summon a two headed axe and a bow, nothing more nothing less. Jelani can summon whatever he wants as he can manipulate the shape. His mom’s tribe are partial to glaives so he mainly uses a glaive. His weapons however are made of an unknown material that’s insanely hard and impossible to even crack. His weapons can’t be wielded by anyone other than himself bc as soon as someone else touches them they dematrerialize. It also looks weird, like it’s so dark it swallows all light and no light bounces off of it. He can’t summon armor though so that’s where the blacksmith comes in. His uncle Jørgen made his look like his dad’s and his mom’s.
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Chapter 3
When Curly was really young, he’d get these nosebleeds for what seemed like no reason at all. He remembers one summer when he was fifteen, where he pulled his school shirt over his head without undoing the buttons, running too late to faff about with them. It was a tight squeeze but when he eventually got it on and looked up into the mirror, the white cotton was wet with deep shades of red, smudged over his mouth and chin and the sight alone made him queasy.
Even before that, he’d wake with his face in puddles of the stuff - he remembers the first time that happened and how he thought he was dying, coughing up blood as he scrambled out of bed. The doctor didn’t seem that bothered by it (“some children’s noses just bleed,” he’d said) and he was probably right because, as Curly grew older, the nosebleeds became less frequent. His nose still always bleeds on planes (always) and on results day it bled too - all over the papers (he never was too bothered about that though; he only passed two classes anyway, so sod it) but otherwise, the nosebleeds were and still are rare and mostly random.
He’s holding half a dozen tissues up to his face, absorbing the blood as he uses more to mop up the spots that have landed on the counter.
“Maybe you should step into the back.” Emily is handing him more tissues, tearing them from a Kleenex box like she has been for the past five minutes. Curls recons she’ll pull a rabbit out of the thing any minute now. “Do you need to leave early?”
“M’alright, Em,” he says, muffled by the tissues, before he throws them into the nearest bin and hurriedly takes the next handful from her. “It’ll only last a bit. S’just migraines.”
He can’t leave early, not after already doing so yesterday because he was sick in the staffroom sink from drinking and smoking and doing whatever else until 5am the night before - only to go out again just a few hours after he left work. He thinks he covered it okay, but he’s not certain.
His mum always said his nosebleeds were stress-related; said he’d get too obsessive over silly things and let them take over his life until his body couldn’t take the strain, and sometimes that stress would cause his nose to bleed and his head to get cloudy. He supposes she could be right, because he has been just a bit stressed recently.
It’s not a massive deal; when Jules and Oscar would complain about how the police were always on their backs, Curly thought they were just being dramatic, trying to sound hard when, in reality, nobody is really all that threatened by them. But he has a criminal record now. It’s only for possession, and he knows it could be so much worse, but he feels stupid and shaken and then he had to walk into the shop today, wringing his hands guiltily as he explained it to his boss.
She said “it’s an awkward situation, Curly” but “work today and we’ll figure it out from there.”
He’s got to see his mum today for dinner and he’s not sure how to look her in the eye. It’s so stupid; he’s been doing all sorts of shite for months, but now he’s in trouble with the police and they have his address and they already knew Jules’ full name and will probably remember his now too and he doesn’t feel like himself.
When his shift ends, he walks home because he knows he’ll still have a bit of pot in his system and doesn’t dare get behind the wheel in case somebody with a badge spots him and recognises him from the night before.
The night before: that’s when it all happened. In an abandoned building just outside the town centre. It was just pot - thank God it was just pot - and Jules’ mate, Blake, parked far enough away to somehow get away with it when they said they hadn’t driven there.
If he thought getting locked in the back office of Tesco in Chelmsford after nicking a hand-full of mini-eggs from the pick’n’mix was bad, then last night was another level. Crying and apologising and having his dad pick him up was a perfectly fair option for him when he was thirteen - not so much last night. Not that he really tried; just sat quietly, answered honestly and sulked home when it was all over while Jules, Oscar and that Blake lad scoffed at how uptight the cops had been ‘this time around.’
***
“Wait wait wait,” Curls splutters, snatching Jules’ wrist to still him. “Hang on a minute. Give me a second.”
Jules rolls his eyes because it’s the fourth time Curls has leaned away from the syringe now. His hands are getting cold, losing circulation from the band looped around his bicep. He slips a finger beneath it, tugs to ease the pinch a bit, just for a second.
Daft bloody idea, this is. He’d walked into the apartment to Jules holding a fat spliff between his lips as he helped Oscar shoot up. Oscar says this shit calms his nerves, says he only really uses it when he runs out of them pills he keeps in his drawer with his boxers, but Curly recons the bloke does it a bit too much to use a lack of anything else as an excuse.
He’d said, “how are you getting high after what happened?” As he flopped down on the sofa, hands still shaking and nose still sore from the dried blood catching his hairs and causing his eyes to twinge a bit.
“How aren’t you?” Oscar had barely opened his mouth to speak through his teeth, already spacey even before Jules had loaded the needle. “Aren’t you stressed?” A shrug. “It helps.”
“I’m not sure a hit would help when getting high was what got me in this mess in the first fucking place,” Curly had scoffed.
But now he’s here, sat beside where Oscar now lays on his back, shaking his leg anxiously as Jules swirls the metal tip around in a grubby-looking liquid.
“It’s not gonna fucking kill you, man,” Jules huffs around the blunt that he’s holding in his mouth again, and he waves his hand about as he speaks like the needle he’s holding is nothing. “Hold still and let me take some pity on you.”
Curls groans as Oscar pats his shaking knee, then rests his hand there until it stills. “The shit about it being so addictive ain’t true, Curls,” he mumbles.
But Curly’s not daft. He’s sniffed it before and it was fine. If he thought it’d be that easy to form a reliance, the thought of touching the stuff would never have even crossed his mind.
His dad always said he’s got an addictive personality, would get obsessive over the stupidest things like people or habits or foods. Nothing serious, but then, yeah, he’s also taken his chances with suspicious pills and alcohol and even gambling for that one month when he turned eighteen before he decided that more logic went into it than he thought and he couldn’t really be arsed with it.
Smoking is the only thing that’s stuck, and he considers it a sign; proof that he’s got more restraint than his old man thinks. But still—
“It’s more about the bloody needle than the chance of—“ He huffs, can’t be arsed to argue. Instead, he says, “just… Count me in.”
“Okay, one…“
“Do to five.”
“Two…”
The needle slides into his skin.
“Prick,” he hisses, but is ignored as Jules focusses on drawing the tiniest bit of blood before he’s pushing the liquid out of the syringe. Curls forces himself not to twitch as the metal slips back out. “You’re a prick,” he says again.
“It’s done now.” Jules just shrugs. “It wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Curls inspects his arm, a tiny welt in the crease of his elbow now, then observes Jules as he tidies up around himself (doesn’t take a hit - rarely does), all of them silent for a while.
“Listen, you’re not risking shit. We told you before: the cops are always on our backs. Have they shown up here before?” Jules holds out the blunt but Curly shoves it away. “Nobody gives a shit about possession, Curly. You’ll live. Besides, you’re not exactly conspicuous…”
He feels heavy. Eases himself down onto his back like Oscar had and, yeah, makes sense now.
“… you drive a Corsa, pal.”
He can feel the dull throb in the crease of his arm. Feels Jules loosen the band on his bicep and slip it off, and feels this fingers heat up as blood fills them again, adds more weight to another limb.
Taking ket with Brandon that one time took away every bit of mobility he had. He felt so heavy that he sat paralysed as he fell into a k-hole; flashes and blurs suffocating him as he sat helplessly on his mate’s bed, against a poster that tore beneath the weight between his back and the wall as he slumped.
This weight though is oddly comforting, blanketing him as his eyes become heavy. He closes them - feels like he’s getting sick, or getting over a sickness and it all comes on so suddenly. All fatigued and… The need to put some curtains up. The light burns through his eyelids.
“You carry a flip phone,” Jules goes on distantly. What’s he on about now?
It does seem a bit daft, he thinks. Being worried about something that’s happened already. It’s not a huge deal, Jules had said as Curly glared down at the paperwork he was left with - had requested a copy as his mates took the piss out of him for it. The police officer had looked sorry for him.
“… You’re on record now. Done.”
It’s not a massive deal. It’s not a massive deal.
It sort of doesn’t feel like a massive deal now - and he knows it’s the drugs; knows the effects, but he welcomes the new feeling of calm; understand where Oscar was coming from before.
“… It was gonna happen eventually.”
“Look, he’s nodding,” Oscar chuckles like he does, and then hits the back of his hand against Curly’s chest. “Better?
“Mm.”
Nodding?
It sounds like Jules is still clearing his shit up, dropping bits and bobs into a tin and closing the lid, goes, “don’t know what you were worrying about.”
He wants to say ‘yeah, you’re right’; is going to; uses all of his effort to sit up because maybe he owes him an apology for being so stroppy before. But then he opens his mouth and—
“Mate.” Swallow. “I’m goin’ be sick.”
***
It gets easy after that.
Jules is right, the idea of getting caught isn’t quite as daunting, but he’s still a little more careful now - just in different ways.
He learns that it doesn’t matter what you’re up to as long as it doesn’t look like you’re up to anything. Jules and Oscar still smoke, drink and sometimes shoot up in daft places, but Curly opts out of it now - never takes that shit outside his own or other people’s homes.
He hangs out with Jeff and Dean more instead, who always said it was lame and immature to smoke up in parks and alleyways anyway.
Instead, they watch films from the 80’s. They introduce Curly to cheesy but golden American sitcoms, and Curly introduces them to some of his favourite songs from home - something he’s delighted to discover they’ve heard little of until he shares it. Nowt much better than introducing your mates to a mint band they’ve never heard of before. He makes a playlist for the next time he meets someone that he finds worthy of it.
It’s funny how much more mature this duo is, yet the things they do for fun are so pleasantly mundane, so innocent in comparison to whatever carnage his roommates get up to in his absence.
“They forgot how to have a good time without getting fucked up,” Jeff says one night, never afraid to speak his mind.
Dean tends to be a little more sympathetic. He adds, “we all did,” shrugging as he goes on. “Except we snapped out of it and they never did.”
Curls offers, “I don’t think they want to,” because he’s seen them when they’re back here, at home, content with how things are ticking along.
He sees the fun in it too, he can admit that to himself, but he chooses not to share it here.
It reminds him a bit of when his mum and dad got divorced. He thinks about it one night when Jeff and Dean go on about how things have changed, only for them to leave as Jules and Oscar return and give a similar speech on the opposing party. Curly nods and agrees because they’re all his mates and he doesn’t want anyone to think he’s picking favourites.
Except his mum and dad at least tried to act like they weren’t slagging each other off.
It doesn’t really bother him. It’s quite funny, really.
After a while though, Jules and Oscar seem to catch on to the change. Curls tries not to offend them when he explains himself, tries to express exactly why he chooses hanging out at home with his mates over getting shitfaced in some abandoned warehouse. Whether they agree or just miss seeing Jeff and Dean’s faces around, they seem to spend more time in the apartment after that.
He feels a bit bad, feels like he’s isolating them, but they seem to have fun at home anyway. It only happens in the space of a few weeks, but Jeff and Dean must have been hanging around with him out of guilt for his lack of company, because they fizzle out when his roommates bring their drugs back home with them instead.
Shame really, because sometimes he thinks he prefers their company.
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I know you said you don't write for Voltron, but could you give us some sick hcs like you did for YOI?
Sure, why not?
Sick VLD headcanons under the cut. I tried to differentiate them from the other ones I’ve seen floating around, but any similarities are innocently lifted rather than intentionally stolen. 🤒😷😴
Lance
As a sickie:
• Actually has a pretty sturdy immune system. He’s kind of cocky about it though. Like, there isn’t much of an effort on his part to avoid germs because he’s so confident he can resist them. This is why on the infrequent occasions he does get sick, it tends to sneak up on him.
• Mildly dramatic. He won’t start writing up a will or anything, but if he comes down with something, he’s not subtle about it. The type to sprawl out on a cold floor (tile, linoleum, the metal on the castle, etc) if he’s feeling feverish. Will not move once he’s down, everybody just has to walk around him.
• It was easier for him to deal with getting sick on Earth. On Earth he could use it to his advantage to skip class or get extra attention from his family. In space it’s more difficult for him, first of all because of the additional responsibilities, but also because it feeds his insecurity. He doesn’t want to be the weak leak on a mission. That said, it becomes a boasting point if he manages to do well anyway. He might brag about shooting down sentries while being infected with “alien plague” and that sort of thing.
• Keeps a cough now and then. He could be mostly over a cold for like a week and still have a lingering cough. This worries the others, but is the kind of thing that clears up eventually. Usually, anyway.
As a caretaker:
• Actually awesome. The guy has superb emotional intelligence, man. He can tell when someone doesn’t feel good and he just wants to make them feel better. Very attentive to sick friends, even if they’re cranky. The first person to ask if you need to sit down, or offer a glass of water.
• Pretty good at cheering people up, really. Promises whoever’s sick that they’re gonna get over it, tries to keep them focused on the positive but doesn’t push too hard to force it either. Being sick is a bummer and he empathizes.
• Won’t shove medicine down anyone’s throat, but isn’t really a pushover about it either. If the patient doesn’t take it, that’s on them when it takes longer to get better. He tried.
Pidge
As a sickie:
• Pitiful. Poor thing gets hit really hard by germs. She isn’t dramatic but it’s always painfully obvious when she’s coming down with something. She’s so quiet that it gives everybody this uneasy sense of wrong and she’s mopey too. Not whiny, really, but just…sad. Like a puppy that lost its favorite toy. She’s so pale the second she runs a fever, she’s red as a tomato.
• Only picks at food. Like, she will try to eat. She isn’t the kind of sickie to swear off on food. Logically she knows it’s important to get in the nutrients, but once the food is in front of her, she can’t actually force herself to swallow. She just stirs the soup until it’s cold. Uses her fork to scrape faces into the toast without nibbling past the crust.
• Because of her allergies, she’s pretty used to being stuffed up and the congestion of colds and like is a familiar state to slug through. But stomach bugs pulverize her. If she pukes her guts up for three days, she’s still feeling like a bear clawed through her stomach three days later. It’s just that sore.
• Performs like a compliant, obedient zombie. If her team is like yeah, okay you need to go to bed right now, she does so without protest. Or if it’s the opposite and it’s like, sorry you’re sick but this mission can’t wait, she just as easily goes along with it.
As a caretaker:
• She tries her best, but she gets overwhelmed by difficult patients. If a cranky sickie is yelling at her, she’ll probably throw a box of tissues at their head or something. Or if a delirious one starts wandering or rambling, she’s gonna freak out. Does a lot better with docile patients.
• Stays up late to watch over whoever isn’t feeling good, whether they gave her grief or not.
• Assuming it’s just a cold and the sickie isn’t suffering too bad, she’ll test alien remedies out on them. Particularly Olkarion ones because she’s fond of their culture.
Keith
As a sickie:
• He won’t acknowledge that he’s sick until he has to. He ignores silent symptoms, like various aches and sore throats. Once it’s past that point and he’s audibly/visibly ill, he’ll take some aspirin and go to bed early but not much more than that. Tries to lone wolf it as much as possible, even if he appreciates that his friends want to help.
• Used to get awful ear infections as a kid. Painful, dizzying, high fever kind. Bore it stoically even then. It would take passing out in class for authority figures to notice like, hey, this kid is sick. To date, when something’s coming on, he’ll usually feel it in his ears first. That uncomfortable pressure behind the eardrums and whatnot.
• Is the embodiment of that popular whump trope. Yeah, you know the one. The character that gets sick and proceeds to push themselves to the point of collapse? That’s Keith.
As a caretaker:
• Competent but a quiet worrier. Always double checks labels to make sure he’s giving whoever the right medicine and the right dosage of said medicine.
• Hangs around with the infected rather than periodically checking on them, never particularly concerned about catching the bug. Always lets his patient pick the tv/movie since they don’t feel well, whether or not it’s anything he finds interesting.
• Observant, probably the first to notice when someone else is getting sick. And then he’s hypocritical, because he’ll call them out on it despite being the type to hide it when he’s ill himself.
Hunk
As a sickie:
• Um, mean. Or at the very least, grouchy and testy. Company grates on him when he’s sick and is definitely not appreciated. He’s the type to hibernate like an animal to sleep something nasty off, and anybody hovering around is in the way of that regardless of good intentions.
• Handles stomach bugs gracefully, if grumpily. Constant motion sickness and anxiety means he’s nauseous half the time anyway. He does better with them than regular flus or colds because pushing through nausea is basically normalcy.
• Gets knocked off his feet by any ailment with muscle fatigue. General weakness takes a lot out of him. He’s a huge dude packing major bodily strength so he feels it super hard when it just depletes in the wake of a bad flu or something.
As a caretaker:
• Very gentle. Conscious of germs, but uses sanitizer discreetly so as not to offend the ill.
• Obviously the first person to whip up some soup and comfort food. Also sneaks vitamins into his friends’ food if it seems like there’s something going around.
• Surprisingly calm when it comes to dealing with delirious patients. Yeah, on the inside it’s freaking him out, but he realizes it’s important to remain outwardly chill to provide as much comfort as he can and hopefully get them to relax. You can’t get a delirious person to relax if you’re obviously losing your shit.
Shiro
As a sickie:
Languishes when he comes down with anything respiratory. I think most peeps pretty much take it as canon that Shiro has a deviated septum because of his facial scar and I am included in this. Even the sniffles fucking wreak this guy.
He tries to keep it together because he’s a leader, downplaying illnesses even if they’re bringing on nosebleeds and migraines. He’ll keep it up as long as he can, unless it gets bad enough that his poor state becomes a liability for the team. He’ll take a step back at that point, begrudgingly accepting that he’s too sick to function. When it reaches this point, it is immensely frustrating for him.
Laying in bed makes him restless and sometimes a little snappy. It gives him too much time to think, with nothing to distract him from being sick. Nothing to distract him from those intrusive thoughts that stem from his trauma. He won’t ask the others to hang around his bedside because it feels like burdening them, but secretly prefers company if only to keep away the silence.
Impatient. Antsy about the speed of recovery, always worries that he won’t recover fast enough even if he’s only a day or two into a cold. Overexerts himself at the first sign of recovery and pushes himself too hard too fast, which could very well land him right back in bed.
As a caretaker:
Silently reluctant. You would never know it because he does such a good job of encouraging the sickie to get better and piling extra blankets on their bed, with reassuring shoulder pats and soothing smiles. But because illnesses hit him so hard, he’s internally nervous about contagion.
He feels guilty for thinking of the other paladins as biohazards when they’re sick. Obviously it’s not their fault. Nonetheless, he is painfully cognizant of the fact that when they get the sniffles, he’s likely to end up battling a serious sinus infection. It’s not fair but it is what it is.
While he goes against his better instincts and actively plays nurse anyway, he is always washing. Vigorously scrubs his natural hand until the skin is flaky and cracked, maybe even bleeding. Cleans his prosthetic one with strong antiseptic wipes, over and over and over. If he can sneak in a hot shower or two, he absolutely will.
Allura
As a sickie:
Out of it. Really weird and spacey. There’s no having a conversation with her. She’s that person that gets delirious even running a low grade fever and the next thing you know, she’s organizing the items in the fridge by color even though she can barely stand.
The kind of patient who will agree go to bed, but wants to work while she’s in bed rather than actually resting. She draws out battle strategies while she’s all laid up, but because of the aforementioned delirium, they usually aren’t good ones. Once she’s recovered, she either revises them or tosses them out entirely.
•Sensitive to noises and sounds, particularly sounds. The team takes care to speak in low tones around her when she’s sick. She gets headaches and body aches rather easily, and hot baths are her preferred method to relieve the latter, whether or not she’s feverish.
As a caretaker:
Mostly confused. Her team is primarily composed of Earthlings and they don’t come with health manuals.
She isn’t particularly nurturing but she certainly means well. Might throw a patient with chills into a bath hot enough to boil lobsters, or force fed them a few gallons of soup.
•The one aspect of care taking she’s genuinely good at is companionship. Being sick is boring and Allura is great at telling stories. Her voice is also very soft and mellow and serves as a soothing lullaby to any sickie having trouble going to sleep.
Bonus Matt and Romelle because I’m already this far.
Matt
As a sickie:
Susceptible to chills. He can never get warm enough when he’s sick. He layers up big time, fuzzy socks, thick scarf, sweaters over long sleeve shirts, big ol’ blanket over his shoulders.
Is not particularly cleanly. That blanket over his shoulders? Yeah, it’s also his giant tissue. It’s full of boogers and spittle and he is too sick to care.
Drinks a ton of hot tea. It’s the only time he drinks hot tea in fact, when he’s healthy, he prefers iced tea. But when he’s sick, the teapot is always on. sweetens with honey to help his throat.
As a caretaker:
Indulgent, particularly if it’s Pidge who’s not feeling well. Whether you’re Pidge or not, you’re getting candy.
Bundles patients up in blanket burritos, whether they have the chills or not. Somethings this works out great. Sometimes the blanket burritos are too tight to escape.
Pretty good at keeping track of symptoms and the way they fluctuate over the course of an illness.
Romelle.
As a sickie
Complains a lot. Overshares all of her symptoms, no matter what she’s come down with or how gross others might find it.
Needy. She doesn’t necessarily require taking care of, per se, but she does not want to be alone.
Will not stay in bed. It’s too boring and all her sheets are soaked in sweat and sticky, so how is she supposed to sleep anyway?
As a caretaker:
Simultaneously attentive and an asshole. She will spoon feed a sickie soup but make fun of them for being snotty and gross in between every sip.
Will undertake all the chores of the ill and then tell them she does a better job anyway. Once they’re back on their feet, she should show them how to do things right.
Loves pointing out all the ways an illness can get worse and goes into graphic detail with a cheery smile on her face.
Grooms her patients if they’re not feeling up to doing it themselves with a genuine tenderness. Brushes their hair, wipes them down with clean cloths, doesn’t make a big deal out of helping them change clothes. She’s just a total mixed bag.
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100 Followers, 100 Prompts
We made it to 100 followers! As a thank-you, I’ve created 100 prompts for you to go wild with. Pick one you like and send it to me in an ask. If you pick one from MCU and there are multiple ‘verses listed, please choose one (or I will choose for you). Obviously if you pick ‘create your own,’ you’ll have to tell me the deets you’re looking for. Some of these lend themselves to being much longer than others, so be prepared for anything from a drabble to a 5K word fic. If you choose something Thanksgiving-related, I’ll wait till after 01 November to post. Aaaaand….GO!
OCs
Mel
1. After a night out, Mel’s had a bit too much.
2. Mel gets a sugar high and nauseated at the cinema.
3. Mel’s nervous about talking at a conference at work.
4. Mel gets overheated and passes out in a crowded place.
5. On the drive to Todd’s parents’ house for Thanksgiving, we learn feverish Mel is not a fun road trip companion.
6. Create your own (please specify).
Todd
7. Mel and Todd go on a cruise, and Todd gets seasick.
8. Todd’s getting over a stomach bug and damnit, he does not want to cook.
9. Todd neglects sunscreen because it’s winter, and he comes in with a nice sunburn and a fever after doing some deck maintenance.
10. Todd has an especially snotty cold, and post nasal-drip is his nemesis.
11. Todd leaves work early because he feels sick, only to find that Mel’s already home sick.
12. Create your own (please specify).
Mike
13. Mike tries smoking, and it knocks her on her ass.
14. Mike has a lingering cough. She coughs till she pukes.
15. While home for Thanksgiving, heavy foods aren’t kind to Mike’s stomach.
16. Mike faints as she’s about to leave for school. The boys make sure she’s taken care of.
17. The whole household attempts to go to a party. Mike gets sick and no one has a good time.
18. Create your own (please specify).
Jason
19. You have to do something with leftover candy corn, even if it’s eating it until it makes you sick.
20. Jason pushes himself too hard at the gym and ends up feeling ill.
21. Lots of coffee and lots of studying isn’t the way to spend Friday night when Jason’s stomach is already unsettled.
22. Jason catches a bug during finals week and shivers his way through tests with a high fever.
23. Create your own (please specify).
Colby
24. Colby has a crisis of morality that makes him feel physically sick after eating meat.
25. Colby and Jason talk family issues (and the emotion makes Colby feel ill).
26. Sometimes the idea of green juice is a lot more appealing than actually drinking it.
27. Colby’s down with a cold, the sink’s full of dirty mugs, and the living room is an explosion of Kleenex.
28. No one’s around to give Colby a ride, so he takes the bus and ends up very uncomfortable.
29. Colby with appendicitis.
30. Create your own (please specify).
Hildur
31. Hildur has a disappearing episode the first time she and Pierce go on a date in public.
32. Hildur’s at home working through a fever. Pierce surprises her after work.
33. Pierce makes dinner. Suffice to say Hildur’s not about to let him do that again.
34. Per university policy, Pierce’s painting class has a presentation as the final exam. Hildur still has anxiety about it.
35. Hildur and Pierce go to the aquarium, and looking at the creatures through water and glass is vertigo-inducing.
36. Create your own (please specify).
Pierce
37. Pierce doesn’t eat because he isn’t feeling well, then ends up shaky and nauseous because all he’s had is coffee.
38. Pierce has a fever and is miserably huddled in his office, trying to find the strength to teach his next class.
39. Pierce has a migraine while teaching the class Hildur’s taking. She helps him out, and their relationship goes public.
40. Pierce thinks about taking Hildur to his family’s Thanksgiving festivities. Luckily, he’s not feeling well and they get to stay home.
41. Attempt number 2 at having a romantic moment with Hildur, but this time it’s a migraine that interrupts.
42. Create your own (please specify).
MCU
Bucky (Winter Soldier)
43. Bucky wakes sick from a nightmare and has difficulty explaining what he’s feeling to Steve (powers/no powers).
44. Bucky has a panic attack while driving (powers/no powers).
45. Bucky gets a migraine while he and Steve are out and about (powers/no powers).
46. Bucky catches the flu and it downs him hard (powers/no powers).
47. Something on the Thanksgiving table gives Bucky a bad association with something he was given to eat while held captive. He gets ill, and Steve jumps in to help (powers/no powers).
48. Bucky and Nat are Christmas shopping for Steve, and Nat has to calm Bucky down when he panics at the mall (powers/no powers).
49. Steve comes home to find Bucky passed out in the bathroom (powers/no powers).
50. Bucky has a breakdown on a mission (heroverse).
51. Pre-serum Steve takes care of sick Bucky (heroverse/pre-serum).
52. Bucky’s depressed and not feeling well and decides to call Laura Barton (powers/no powers).
53. Create your own (please specify).
Steve (Captain America)
54. Steve is seasick after having to go on a boat for a mission (heroverse).
55. Steve needs a day off to fight the flu. Bucky takes the day to take care of him (powers/no powers).
56. A run-in with mind control tech leaves Steve with a hell of a headache (heroverse).
57. Steve runs himself ragged taking care of Bucky on a bad day, and low blood sugar hits him hard (powers/ no powers or heroverse).
58. Steve’s poisoned with a bio-weapon while on a mission (heroverse).
59. Back before the war, Steve was a total lightweight (heroverse/pre-serum).
60. Steve wakes ill from nightmares of things past and closer to present (heroverse).
61. Create your own (please specify).
Natasha (Black Widow)
62. Nat gets motion sick while riding in a Humvee with Steve (Nat on fire or heroverse).
63. Bouts of dizziness and heart palpitations make Nat wonder if the damage she’s done to her body is finally catching up with her (Nat on fire).
64. Nat’s on a solo mission and tries to administer concussion protocol to herself (Nat on fire or heroverse).
65. Nat’s not feeling great; Jess offers liquor as medicine (Jonestown).
66. Nat has a fever while on a mission with Steve (Nat on fire or heroverse).
67. Create your own (please specify).
Jessica Jones
68. Jess is hungover and trying to get into gear for a mission (Jonestown).
69. A severe nosebleed makes Jess feel faint (Jonestown).
70. Drinking up the liquor cabinet in Avengers Tower is not a great way to make friends (Jonestown).
71. After a mission where she’s hit in the stomach, Jess develops appendicitis (Jonestown).
72. Jess wakes with nightmares, and Nat’s there to provide comfort (Jonestown).
73. Create your own (please specify).
Peter (Spiderman)
74. Peter has a possible concussion after a mission; Tony scrambles to make sure he’s ok before sending him home to May.
75. Peter has the flu and leaves school early. May thinks he’s ditching, but comes home to find him unwell.
76. Peter wakes up sick on Thanksgiving, which throws a wrench into his and May’s plans.
77. In an attempt to be the cool father figure, Tony lets Peter have a drink and a cigar. Peter gets sick.
78. Peter works too hard and ends up with a migraine. Not wanting to frighten May when he thinks he’s having a stroke, Peter calls Tony.
79. Peter has a panic attack on a mission, and Tony has to remind both of them that Peter’s just a kid.
80. Peter’s pretty keyed up after finishing a mission with Tony, and going out for ice cream turns out to be a pretty bad idea.
81. Note to self: Don’t go patrol the neighborhood with an aching stomach.
82. Peter goes on a mission with Tony, and doesn’t do so hot because he’s not feeling so hot. Tony’s about to give him a talking-to, but you can’t do that to a sick kid.
83. Peter barfs in the car while Happy’s driving him somewhere.
84. Peter’s sick while staying at the Avengers place upstate. Tony doesn’t really know what to do, but Pepper sure does.
85. Peter’s sick, and May does her best to convince Peter he doesn’t need to go to his Stark internship today.
86. Create your own (please specify).
Criminal Minds
Spencer
87. Spencer’s injured on a case, and he feels ill from the pain.
88. Even when ill with the flu, Spencer can’t keep himself away from work.
89. A migraine keeps Spencer from going for a night out with the other agents.
90. When Spencer’s sick at work, Garcia goes a little crazy trying to take care of him. Spencer’s annoyed, but grateful.
91. Create your own (please specify)
Titan A.E.
Cale
92. After waking up on the Valkyrie, Cale’s a little more beat up than he’s willing to admit. Though Akima heals his wounds, he’s still in pain and therefore nauseous.
93. Cale picks up a bug on the drifter colony, and he’s fighting a fever while also fighting for the Titan.
94. Cale wanders into Akima’s room. She thinks he wants to get down, but he’s actually been puking his guts up and just doesn’t know what to do about it.
95. Alternate Cale/Korso meeting: Cale’s being sick in a trash can because he can’t stomach the alien food, and Korso offers comfort.
96. Cale gets sick from drinking the green (possibly alcoholic) beverage Korso gives him.
97. Create your own (please specify).
Akima
98. When Cale’s flying the Valkyrie, Akima gets motion sick. Now we know why she prefers to pilot.
99. After the Titan is saved and New Earth is created, Cale and Akima share a tender moment. That’s when Cale notices Akima’s burning up.
100.Create your own (please specify).
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Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5/Part 6/Part 7/Part 8/Part 9/Part 10
When they get to Saffron things go bad. (Grenda’s the head of the dojo) After they beat Robbie at Silph Company and lose to the mysterious Giovanni, (and receive the masterball prototype for saving the people), Dipper then loses to Pacifica (cause Northwests never lose) and then Dipper gets mad because this whole time he’s been trying to be serious and actually do what they’re supposed to do, while she keeps treating it like a game and makes it impossibly harder on him. Mabel and Dipper fight and decide to go separate ways. Mabel disappears.
When he goes to face Pacifica again, it turns out her gym is being haunted by an angry ghost. After Dipper finally agrees to catch it (only because it’s freaking mental and is physically hurting Pacifica and her pokemon) he finds out that the spirit was really an upset pokemon (Mr. Mime) looking for a rematch. Pacifica is a real psychic (which Dipper didn’t believe) and used mind-reading to stay a step-ahead in the battles, which is why she’s undefeatable. But when this pokemon and his trainer came, Pacifica was really short-tempered that day and her psychic powers didn’t just read the kid’s mind, it physically hurt the psychic-type pokemon as well. A small aneurysm which lead to his eventual death after a horribly quick beating from Pacifica’s kadabra.
Dipper unleashes the vengeful pokemon on Pacifica’s ass until she agrees to have a battle with it and inevitably fail. Afterwards, Dipper and Pacifica go to Lavender to pay their respect to the Mr. Mime. There, Pacifica finds the pokemon’s trainer and, out of pity and understanding their loyalty to each other, gives him a badge. Dipper and Pacifica walk back to Saffron where Dipper starts to get a better understanding of this gym leader.
Pacifica comes from a long line of reputable psychics and her father has made it permanently engraved in her that cheating was the right thing to do. But sadly, when she was little, sometimes her powers would hurt people. Cause migraines and nosebleeds, breaking the weak blood-vessels in the nose. Dipper encourages her to be a better person and she promises that for all he’s done, she’s going to give him a fair fight. When they get back, Preston is very unhappy about all this. In the end, Dipper wins his fair fight and the gym badge, but he doesn’t realize that Preston had been using telepathy to try and MAKE Pacifica cheat. Going against her father had put Pacifica in a dangerous spot and sadly, she was kicked out of her own home until she was ready to be a TRUE Northwest.
Meanwhile, with his new badge, Dipper goes to brag to Ford, but Ford is immediately worried that Dipper isn’t traveling with Mabel. Despite how well things started to go for Dipper, Ford begins to lecture him about how important it is that he and Mabel traveled together and how wrong it was for Dipper to fight with his sister, until Dipper blows his stack at Ford. Because Ford was always busy with work. He was always at the lab and didn’t arrive home until LATE. There was a few months for him to be there for Dipper and Mabel after their parents’ died, and then after that it was HARD. It was hard on Dipper and Mabel. They had to take care of him. Dipper finds it all incredibly unfair and gives Ford a good verbal slap in the face for never really being there for him and Mabel.
But after the outburst Dipper realizes what he said and starts to apologize. Ford stops him before he can even start…and agrees with what he said. And apologizes, hurt and now newly understanding all the pressure he had placed on Dipper’s shoulders. After a touching heart-to-heart, Ford reminds Dipper that Mabel should be looked after. She’s just one small girl in the big world with a bulbasaur (and clefairy and magikarp). They didn’t know if she was okay or not. Mabel hasn’t ever called Ford. And if the kids wanted to, after finding Mabel, they could come back home and stop this silly pokedex quest. Ford wouldn’t be disappointed in Dipper, and promises he would pay much more attention to them than he had.
So where is Mabel?
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can you please write smth where tiger's having a rough migraine but she wont tell bill bc she knew he'd drop work and would be at home in a snap of fingers if she told him smth, and then when he comes home he finds her in her room with all her blinds shut and doors closed to not let the light come through bc it makes her head ache more and its hurting so much already that she had thrown up a couple of times and he's worried and upset that she didnt call him but then takes care of her?
oh goddddd nani babes this is so sweet. As a fellow migraine sufferer, god I feel junk punched by this one.
I don’t know about any of you, sometimes I can feel a migraine come on from a day or two before--something will just feel off, I’ll get a nosebleed, or I have one of those “haha I’m so stressed god it’s a miracle I haven’t gotten a migraine yet” moments and then the next day--BAM. Flattened. Sometimes too, though, they just come out of nowhere. I’ll be fine, and then my vision will skew, my stomach will turn, and I know I have about a 5-10 minute window before I’m in some serious pain.
I get all the symptoms, too. Nausea. Extreme sensitivity to light. Blurred vision, or total blackout vision. Splitting pain. If I’m lucky, it only lasts a day. I’ve had some bad ones that last a long ass time and it’s awful.
So like, look--maybe tiger feels one coming on. Maybe Bill is on set--he’s in town, just on set for 16 hours every day--and tiger has been working like the boss bitch she is. But one morning at work--she feels it. That drilling sensation above her left eye--it’s a headache for now, but the minute the vision in her eye goes wonky she knows what she’s in store for. She quickly packs her shit, pops a few really strong Tylenol in an effort to fight it off (sometimes it works), and she heads home. She has a routine, one that works half the time--some strong Tylenol, a whole bottle of gatorade, and ten minutes later--two espressos. Hydration and caffeine can sometime nip it in the bud, if she’s lucky.
She’s not so lucky this time. She gets these, usually with the change of seasons or the barometric pressure being all off. She half contemplates calling Bill, but when she squints her eyes enough to see the time she realizes that he’s only been on set for two hours, and probably hasn’t even made it out of the make up chair yet. This shoot is a short one and every hour counts, and she can’t ruin his day.
Instead she stumbles to try and get her stuff ready for the long haul--cold compresses, warm compresses, her bottle of pain meds, some water. She barely makes it to bed.
And that’s exactly where she proceeds to stay for the next 14 hours.
The poor bean, it’s awful. The pain is so bad at one point that she dry heaves. And even if she wants to call Bill now, there’s no fucking way she can even function long enough to do that. She can barely speak. She’s just curled up in bed, in complete darkness, trying to relax and not tense up, whimpering in pain.
Bill wraps around midnight--he calls her, but it goes to voicemail. He thinks maybe she might be asleep, but something doesn’t sit right because she hasn’t texted him all day--and when she goes to bed, she always tells him goodnight. It’s a sweet sentiment, but also a warning that his lanky ass better not make too much noise when he comes home, lest he wake her up. He shakes off a feeling of malaise, and heads home.
But the hairs on his neck stand on end when he pulls up and every single one of the lights inside are off. He can’t explain it, but his Little Human alert is dinging furiously and he doesn’t know why. Taking the steps two and three at a time, he swings open the door and calls out to her.
But like, listen--the door whipping open and shutting harshly after, Bill’s loud voice calling for her? Fuck man, that’s torture when you have a migraine. And all he hears is her whimper, her choking sob, and he knows right away. And while he wants to be angry, his first instinct is just...concern. Care. He heads to the bedroom immediately, trying to walk as softly as he can.
“Oh kid,” he whispers lowly. He approaches slowly, crouching on her side of the bed and putting a soothing hand on her. She’s scrunched up so small, tensed in a tiny ball, in way too much pain.
“Billy,” she croaks out, and it’s half sob, half relief, half whimper of pain.
“It’s okay tiger, I’m here,” he whispers, “I got you.”
He’s trying not to talk too much because even a whisper is too loud, and tiger is just kind of full on crying now which is no doubt causing her even more pain.
“Hush,” he soothes, “I’ll be right back.”
There are a few things that help ease some of the pain, but more often than not, she just has to let it pass on its own. He gets some room temperature water and a straw, to help her swallow some more meds. He gets some new cold compresses, and heats up her warm ones. Granny made a ginger tea, a home remedy, that used to help with tiger’s symptoms--so he makes a mug of that.
He makes his way back to the room, puts the straw to her lips for a sip. When she’s done he just gently pushes two pain pills between her lips, giving her the straw back so she can swallow.
He doesn’t want to move her just yet--he will eventually, but he’ll let the pain meds kick in a tad first. Instead he just gently--oh, so gently--replaces the warm compress on her neck, places a new cool one on her forehead. She flinches at that one, and he apologizes softly.
She can’t sit up and sip the tea, and he purposely popped a few ice cubes in so it wouldn’t scald him. But then he just real gently dips two fingers in, and holds them to her mouth. She sucks the tea off of them that way--and he keeps doing it. Just getting a bit of liquid on his fingers and holding them to her mouth so she could wrap her lips around.
His other hand is on her somewhere--her thigh, her side. He wants to weave it through her hair but he can’t touch her head when she’s like this, even the softest head scritchies would still cause her too much pain. When she’s halfway done her tea, he starts on the second part of what usually helps her--just holding her tight, giving her something else to focus on, and pressing on a few pressure points that she taught him.
“I’m gonna move you kid,” he whispers. and she stirs a little. he climbs onto the bed as gently as he can, gathering her in his arms as he sits with his back to the headboard. She lets out an agonized whine.
“I know, I’m sorry,” he murmurs, “It’ll feel better in a second.”
He scoots her up onto him a bit more, cradles her head to his chest. He pats gently at her stomach with one hand, using his other one to pinch hard between her forefinger and her thumb. He alternates between pressing down hard on it, and rubbing slow circles.
It helps, but nothing but time will make it completely go away.
I’ll bet he falls asleep like that, doesn't he? Because pain is an exhausting thing, and after so many hours of it, tiger’s body just kind of shuts down and knocks itself out--and miraculously, she falls asleep. He hears her breaths evening out, feels some of the tension leaving her, and he too kind of sags in relief. He doesn’t dare move once she drifts off, not wanting to wake her. He knows how painful these are for her, and he’s going to have a long talk with her tomorrow about how she should have called him. How he doesn’t ever want her to be in pain like this, for that long, alone again.
But for that night, he drifts off real soon after she does. Propped up against the headboard like that, her all curled up in his arms.
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