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What EDS treatments are effective?
you all responded really well to a previous medical education post I did, so I wanted to try something new: a series on research papers!
today I’m looking at “Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome: An Analysis of the Current Treatment Options”(2019) by Song et al
tldr:
when researchers (well, doctors) looked at the medical records of 98 patients with EDS of any subtype, from their physical medicine and rehabilitation (PMR) clinic, to find out which medications improved, did nothing to, and worsened symptoms, they found:
- complimentary and alternative medicine and opioids were most common for patients to try, with NSAIDS, physical therapy, and bracing/splinting close behind.
- the following improved symptoms in at least 60% of patients: massage, bracing/splints/orthotics, ibuprofen, a nerve block, platelet-rich plasma, prolotherapy, taking a combo of hydrocodone and acetaminophen, steroid injections, oral steroids, baclofen and botox.
- physical therapy improved symptoms in 43% of patients and heat in 58%.
- surgery, going to a chiropractor, acetaminophen alone, and drugs for nerve pain (ie duloxetine, gabapentin, tri-cyclic antidepressants) tended to have low efficacy (less than 30% of patients had an improvement in symptoms).
Note that there may have been a bit of bias in terms of who participated in the study, that it’s not certain how reliable the medical records are, and that there’s a bit of ambiguity in the results because they included multiple subtypes of EDS.
if you want me to walk you through the whole paper, and learn some skills for interpreting papers on your own, keep reading!
I chose this paper for a couple reasons: its open access, easy to read, and has very clearly reported and well defined results. it also has very simple statistics (which is great, because thats my least favorite part).
the introduction provides some good background information on EDS, although a few things are of note. One is that they refer to a phenomenon called pain sensitization or central pain in paragraph three, which they don’t go into too much detail on. This topic is a candidate for another post in this series, since it’s surprisingly little known. in short, this has to do with the body adapting to being constantly in pain, and as a result, an abnormal pain response develops (3). I don’t want to go into it too much here, but if this part was confusing to you, that’s what it’s referring to.
additionally, they mention the so-called three stages of hEDS, which I traced back to this paper (4). While this researcher has a lot of publications in heds, I find it hard to believe that a sample size of only 21 (very different!) patients is enough to firmly define three stages that all patients go through. Plus, their ages are never reported, and “stiffness” is defined as just “not hypermobile anymore”. IMO, not very strong evidence.
Looking at the methods, most of it is as I said above. This type of paper is a retrospective review, meaning they looked at data that already existed, did analysis on it, and drew conclusions on it. Reviews in general can be really useful when you’re first starting out on a specific topic, and I recommend people start there.
Another thing about methods is they used a Mann-Whitney U test, which, fair warning statistics isn’t my strong point, but I’ll do my best. For more resources, look here and here (5) (sidenote, this whole college-level statistics textbook is open access and very practical, and the author is clearly very passionate about teaching.). For the purposes of this paper, just note that the P value in the last column of their results table indicates significance, ie whether the data they got was any better than random chance. Significance in research is usually defined as a P value less than 0.05. The lower the P value, the more likely the results weren’t just random chance. Any P value over 0.05 is generally considered just random chance.
That’s really important for interpreting these really beautiful results tables. Make sure you pay attention to the little “Significant? Y/N” column. If there’s an N, there’s not enough evidence to prove anything about that treatment one way or another.
Note that when you’re interpreting the results, just because it didn’t work for most people in this study doesn’t mean it won’t work for you. I really like diclofenac gel for joint pain, but only 24% of these participants had the same experience, and that result had a P value of <0.0001!
There’s not much to say about what the authors wrote as their interpretation of the results, which I think was sound.
Regarding limitations of the study, I think there’s a few. Overall, my opinion is that the paper is decently strong evidence of how effective certain treatments are, especially when combined with other, more specific papers. But for limitations, the sample size is a bit small, but for EDS, pretty good.
There’s the issue of almost all participants being women, but that’s a product of EDS affecting female people more strongly than male people (1). To be specific, both afab and amab people have an equal chance of inheriting EDS, because although the exact gene hasn’t been discovered, the way it’s inherited has been (an autosomal dominant gene) (1). It’s possible that sociological factors are at play, but the author’s conclusion (and my own) is that it’s likely one of many biological factors that makes EDS worse in female people than male people(1). I’m using female/male instead of afab/amab because anecdotally, some ftm trans people with eds have found their symptoms improved with testosterone (which one person in this treatment efficacy study also found).
This study also mixed all the subtypes together, with only 76 of the 98 participants having diagnosed heds. 2 had other subtypes (ceds and cveds), and 20 were unspecified EDS. That muddies the results a bit, because although the subtypes have some things in common, they can also be pretty distinct. For that reason, I would’ve liked to know what happened when they separated by subtype and ran their significance tests, but it’s not the biggest deal to me that they didn’t.
Then there’s the issue of the sample itself, which was taken from a PMR clinic. Who goes to a PMR clinic? people who live within a reasonable distance and have the money to both get the referral and pay for the specialist. Additionally, people may be hesitant to tell their joint doc about EVERY treatment they tried, and that doc may not have written everything down. Plus, this study only includes those diagnosed with eds (which again requires money), and therefore may not represent EVERYONE with eds, diagnosed or not. In research, these things can be really difficult to control for, and in my opinion, there’s not much the researchers could’ve done to fix this without massively changing the study.
Additionally, all these medical records would’ve been made by the same few doctors at this clinic, who may have had biases or writing quirks that impacted the data. Plus, the doctors who wrote the paper also probably wrote some of those medical records. That’s not unusual, but definitely not ideal.
I did notice cannabis was missing from the list of treatments (although cbd was not), likely reflecting it’s illegality and controversy. patients don’t want to tell their doctors that they did illegal drugs, and researchers don’t want to publish about illegal drugs either. Still, it’s worth pointing out that cannabis has promising efficacy for eds pain (2).
In conclusion, I do really like this paper, and I think it’s a great intro to both research and EDS treatments. From here, there’s plenty of more specific papers about specific treatments, and its a great way to get started.
This series will be navigable by the tag “salt baby reads”, and I really do mean to encourage learning and questions with this. If you don’t understand, or (respectfully) disagree, please feel free to send me an ask. I want to start discussions about this, because I really do think its important for people to be educated about the conditions they have, so they can make the medical decisions that are right for them. Let me know if you liked this!
Sources:
1. “Ehlers–Danlos syndrome hypermobility type and the excess of affected females: Possible mechanisms and perspectives” (2010) Castori et al.
2. “Use of complementary and alternative medicine by patients with hypermobile Ehlers–Danlos Syndrome: A qualitative study” (2022) Doyle et al.
3. “Pain in the Ehlers–Danlos syndromes: Mechanisms, models, and challenges” (2021) Malfait et al.
4. “Natural history and manifestations of the hypermobility type Ehlers–Danlos syndrome: A pilot study on 21 patients” (2010) Castori et al.
5. “Handbook of Biological Statistics” (2014) John H. McDonald
#salt baby reads#looking over this i realize i may have overwhelmed with info#and that isnt even getting into other factors affecting treatment efficacy#ie diclofenac gel takes around a week of 3x daily application to kick in#which can make people think it doesnt work since it doesnt work within a few hours#and theres also no mention of which treatments were effective but intolerable to a patient#ie an opioid that helped the pain but made someone terribly nauseous#so much to examine! so few words!#anyway#hypermobile ehlers danlos syndrome#ehlers danlos syndrome#research#eds#heds#connective tissue disorder#disability
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i dont really know how to work tumblr posts and im not really a good writer but i wanted to write a velvet x reader story since theres hardly any on here
story info:
its kind of angst but like ends with fluff or whatever its called
so basically you’re like a pop artists along with velvet an veneer, and you’re like almost more famous than them and velvet gets really jealous and starts to hate you, but in the end she realizes she doesnt.
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y/n's POV
"so y/n your new song is at the top of the charts!" the interviewer fred or whatever his name was said, i honestly couldnt care to remember his name. "yeah. im so greatful for everyone who listens to my songs i wouldn't be here without all of you!" i replied directing the last part towards the audience in front of me. they all cheered in response and i smiled a bit, loving the attention and thankful for the fans. "awww, thats so sweet! so we need to know, is there any new songs in the making?" he asked me really prominently on the need part. "welllllll" i drug out my word trying to thing of a good response. i get really awkward and anxious around huge crowds, kind of a bad thing for a pop star but. "i may be working on a new song, look out for teasers on my instagram." im so excited for the new song to release its definitely gonna be one of my best songs yet "okay we'll make sure to check!" he glanced down at his watch, i guess the interview was finally over thank goodness. "well, y/n. looks like our interview is sadly over, it was great having you thanks so much for coming" he said "no, thank you! this was great-" i stood from the comfy sofa i was on "and thank you all for coming!" as i said that the crowd went crazy, mount rageons screaming all over the place. it was kind of overwhelming so i probably walked faster than i needed to off stage, as i got backstage i blew out a sigh of relief, thankful for the opportunity to spread my music but also thankful it was over.
velvets POV
"ughhhhhhh" i groaned "i cant stand her and her goody two shoes self, shes so annoyinggggg" i complained to my brother, veneer. "shes not annoying velvet, she seems really nice." he replied to me, i abruptly took my feet off the coffee table they were on and turned to him. did he really just say that to me. "why are you defending our competition!" i basically screached at him, "sorry, velvet. i wasnt lying though, you just like to see the bad in people" he sighed, crossing his arms like the sassy twink he is. "i cant stand you sometimes! its like you want us to be second best." i really did not understand why he was defending someone thats trying to take MY crown. i got up off the couch and walked away from him, i mean yeah she may be nice and pretty but shes trying to take whats mine and that cannot happen."
(time skip to some award show thingy that i just made up bc it helps the plot)
y/n's POV
looking around i see so many different singers, some well known, some not as much and probably werent even invited in the first place. as my eyes scan the crowd of celebrities, looking for my friend, f/n, they land on no other than veneer himself, standing with my mortal enemy, velvet. the green haired twins were my competition and i had to beat them. i honestly didnt mind veneer too much, he seemed like a nice guy. velvet on the other hand, i had a totally different opinion on. ever since she basically said my music sucked in an interview of hers, and no i don't just watch all her interviews(yes you do dont lie), i havent liked her, thats an understatement. i cannot STAND velvet.
as i was in my own little word of dislike towards the prettier twin, i didnt notice someone standing right in front of me. i looked up expecting the brown caring eyes of f/n, only to be met with cold blue eyes. i sharply inhaled, to be honest scared out of my mind "y/n!" "what are you doing here?!" the green haired girl shriecked, "i was... invited..?" i replied in a hushed tone, not being able to find my voice. "well you shouldnt of been, your music sucks, and overall you dont deserve any award." she replied, flipping her hair asif i wasnt even there? "okay... well my song on top of the months best pop song chart says otherwise" i said turning around and walking away before she could hear the last part of that, she had really pretty eyes..
"y/n!" i hear from behind me, this time from a more scruffier voice. i turned around recognizing the voice was coming from f/n. "there you are! i was looking for you everywhere." "i saw.. i also saw your run in with the twins. tell me everything!" i groaned at that last bit "no f/n it was scary enough i dont need to repeat it." i replied also turning away from him "attention! all invited pop singers, please make your way to the stage!" 'finally' i thought to myself, ive had to wait an hour and a half through the rock, country andddd rap awards.
im going absolutely insane, why did i have to be seated RIGHT NEXT TO VELVET. its like torture, i could feel her eyes on me for the whole 10 minutes it took to introduce everyone, it was awful, but sort of nice in a way.
(time skip to the actual awards bc im a horrible writer and cannot care enough to try and fill the gap with sappyness)
"andddd the award goes to-" his eyes widened as he read the slip of paper with the award winners name on it "velvet and veneer-" he was interrupted once again only this time not by himself, but by the crowd behind him going crazy "wait!" he said and they all quieted down just enough to hear him, i looked beside me and velvets smile dropped hearing him say that "AND y/n y/ln!" the crowd went even louder this time, i gasped hearing my name "well dont just sit here come get the award..s?" all three of us walked torwards him, i looked to my left towards velvet and she actually smiled at me, and not even a condescending one! we both took the awards, as we walked back to our seats, velvets arm brushed against mine, i got so flustered i had to turn away so she didnt see me blushing. i dont know why i was acting so weird i hated her... right? "congratulations to the winners of this months most amazing pop stars!!" the crowd hadnt stopped yelling yet, i was fidgeting uncomfortably in my seat, picking at my hands, feeling a panic attack coming along, when suddenly i felt a hand on top of my own, locking fingers with me. i was so shocked i didnt even wanna look because i knew the amazingly pink painted nailed hands belonged to.... velvet.
she had held my hand the rest of the show, which in reality was about 10 minutes but felt like hours with her hand in mine, her hands were so soft.
(time skip to like after the show but like not left yet bc thats so unsexy an doesnt fit my amazing plot)
i was standing around the desert table talking to f/n, well it was really him talking about how much i deserved the award and how great my music is. he really knows how to make someone feel special. i looked around for velvet spotting her talking to her brother, i really wanted to speak to her, my "hatred" for her had turned to love in less than 3 hours.
"yeah you were obviously winning the awar-" f/n was cut off mid sentence by the green haired girl that i couldnt get out of my mind "hey y/n can i talk to you?" she asked me, her cold demeanor still up but i felt like there was something under her coldness, i followed her after muttering a quick "sorry" in f/n's direction.
we finally got to a deserted hallway when she finally spoke "are you okay?" she asked, cold demeanor slipping as soon as we were alone "y-yeah why wouldnt i be?" i asked stumbling over my words abit because of the close proximity between us..
velvets POV
her stuttering was kinda cute. "because you seemed like you were gonna pass out, babe" i couldn't catch myself before the pet name slipped out, i guess its out there that i dont reslly hate y/n now. i guess i just didnt like the idea of not being on top, but now that we're both on top its kinda nice. "oh yeah that..." she trailed off, blushing a bit, either from embarrassment or the pet name, probably the latter if we're being honest. "sorry, i just get a bit overwhelmed with thr crowds and loud screaming, which i know is weird since im a pop star- so i basically signed up for this-"y/n" "and they probably saw me too and they think i hate them now- and im gonna lose the award-"y/n" "and im not gonna be able to write music anymore because everyones gonna hate me, and ill have no money- and ill be homeless and-"y/n!" i finally got her attention finally silencing the rambling girl "sorry.." she looked really upset "its okay y/n, you dont need to apologize. you did nothing wrong i promise." i replied tucking a loose strand of hair behind her hair, finally noticing how close we were. "velvet" y/n whispered, as i cupped her cheek "hm?" i hummed leaning in a bit waiting for her to initiate what was about to happen(consent is sexy) "are you sure" she muttered "mhm" and with that she finally closed the gap, her soft lips meeting mine. when we finally seperated we were both panting from the lack of air. "that was..." "great" i finished her sentence. "would you wanna maybe, you know. go out tomorrow?" i asked, still a bit flustered from the kiss. "like a date?" she said teasingly "y-yeah. a date." "of course, what time are you picking me up" she said with a smirk "is 8 good?" "see you at 8 velvs" and with that she gave me one more peck and walked away.
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into you; hrj [sneak peek]
[★]; YOU LIKE HUANG RENJUN MORE THAN YOU’VE PROBABLY LIKED ANYTHING IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE. Sure, you've only been more than friends for like, two weeks— a title-less thing that has you hanging out nearly every day but still hovering in the gray space between people who kiss sometimes and something a little more concrete— but it didn’t take you long to realize that he's pretty much everything you've ever wanted. What you’ve got going on with him right now is perfect in its own way, even if you find yourself almost overwhelmed with how much you like him these days… but considering that Renjun seems perfectly fine with the way things are, you’re not really gunning to tell him that.
(Though, after an incident at a party has you blowing up on your ex for a less than savory dig at your relationship— however unofficial it may be— you might not have to tell Renjun anything at all.)
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huang renjun x fem!reader
college au but no learning is going on
oneshot
genre/about; friends-who-kiss-sometimes to lovers, semi-established relationship but much pining is to be had, mc is Smitten, the full fic will have nsfw elements
teaser wc; 1k / full fic wc; 8-10k…ish (5k already written, woo, short fic era incoming)
[a/n: here is a very brief peek into a renjun fic that came to me in a fever dream, the one i’ve been working on non stop for like four days straight!!! renchins and others pls leave your thoughts in the replies or send me an ask, i beg]
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YOU'VE SIMMERED DOWN EVEN FURTHER BY THE TIME YOU'VE GOTTEN INSIDE HIS APARTMENT AND TAKEN A LONG, HOT SHOWER; scouring both the party and Jihoon’s touch from your skin, the nearly burning water is a welcome cleanse from the nights earlier events. (Though, if you’re being completely honest, the reason your face is so warm isn’t only because of the heat.)
Upon opening the front door and hustling inside, not a second had passed after toeing off your shoes off before Renjun spun you around kissed you.
And it wasn’t— It wasn’t rare for him to kiss you first. You didn’t want to make it seem like you had to chase him down for a smooch. But Renjun, as you’d guessed from his personality even before you started dancing around each other like this, was much more reserved than you were. He chose his moments for affection purposefully; a hand held here, a kiss on the cheek there, or (on more delicate occasions) a press of his lips against yours, mainly whenever you’d drop you off late at night, a quiet goodbye whispered against your mouth.
So it wasn’t rare but it wasn’t an exact science either, which is precisely why you didn't know what was happening until it was already over. The giant, dopey smile on his face only served to explain that he’d known exactly what he was doing by surprising you like that, and you held back the urge to launch yourself at him.
“That was my thank you,” Renjun started airily, teasing but still looking a little pink around the edges himself, “For trying to fight someone twice your size on my behalf. No one’s ever done that for me before. However, I would be very happy if you never did it again, because if you got hurt I would be very mad. Do you understand?”
You only stared at him. Your lips were tingling.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmured. “Do you want to shower first?”
“…Yes,” you said lowly, finaly finding your voice. God. “Yeah. You take forever.”
“Well then I’ll get you something to change into,” he said. Then, terrifyingly, he leaned in as if he was going to kiss you again— but right when he was close enough for your eyes to cross, waiting, waiting, unwilling to not be ready this time— “What are you waiting for?" he whispered. "You’re blocking the closet. Go.”
He laughed when you ran, cursing him the whole way.
Once you were out, sufficiently clean and doused head to toe in Renjun’s clothes (despite the fact that after like, the tenth time you’d been here, you brought a change of clothes to keep in his closet for spontaneous nights exactly like these), you found yourself both alone and introspective for the first time since the Jihoon incident. It was only expected that your mind would wander to how you got yourself to this point in the first place, draped across the couch of a guy you hadn’t even known the name of three months ago—
And it had started as a seating chart.
Seating charts were always a risky game. You could either be stuck next to the too-loud or the too-quiet, the cheaters with wandering eyes or the chatty kids who didn’t understand that class wasn’t only for socializing— or you could be put near an angel, someone would end up changing your life in a way that you never would have expected from that first day of classes.
Thankfully, in Chinese Literature 201, it was the latter.
Renjun was a Language Study major; the pretty guy with soft brown hair, a pair of big silver glasses perched on his face and a sweet little smile to match— the quiet student who sat across the aisle from you in the lecture hall. Being dismissed by row after collecting your midterm practice grades meant that, out in the lobby, he had a front row seat to catch you pulling your hair out over your less than desirable grade— and seemingly out of nowhere, he tapped you on the shoulder and asked if you wanted a little help. Grateful (and frankly terrified by the idea of failing Chi Lit and having to take it again if you bombed this midterm), you’d taken him up on his offer: three times a week in the Sulim Library from 6 to 8PM.
The rest was pretty much history.
You got to know him outside of just flashcards and extra assigned readings, learned that he liked to sing and did ballet for four years in high school and hated the taste of matcha anything. You learned who his friends were and what he liked to do on campus. Renjun wasn’t like any guy you’d— actually no, scratch that, he wasn’t like any person you’d ever met before. He was quiet, but he wasn’t shy. He was able to shut you up with startling accuracy; an ability your friends even found miraculous when you told them after the first few tutoring sessions, a dumb smile on your face and swinging your feet, that you’d finally found someone who could argue better than you could.
Renjun could bring a smile to your face by saying your name alone. He was nice and he was sweet and he was thoughtful, but he had a temper that matched yours and the most endearing frustrated face you've ever seen on another person.
You often left his side feeling almost ill with awe that one person could be so… perfect. As awfully mushy as that sounds.
Thankfully, after a few weeks of woo-ing him with your roguish charm, when you bit the bullet and told him you liked him, he replied with a smile and a challenge— because Renjun was nothing if not focused on the goal of actually tutoring you— he told you that if you passed the midterm with a grade of B or above, he’d let you take him on a date.
Easy fucking money. There wasn’t a chance you were going to let this opportunity slip away from you. You studied so hard for that test that for nearly six days you only came out of your room to eat and pee.
(You got a 96%— A big, beautiful red A+ on the midterm and a professors recommendation for your accompanying essay. Renjun only later told you that the alternative to a good grade was him taking you out instead, the prick; and he laughed so hard at the look on your face that you thought he was going to throw up.)
[a/n; crying screaming i'm so excited to post this lol]
[will put full fic link here when posted] [other works]
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Im actually so glad a lots of people like q!phil and enthusiastic to actually characterize him the way he deserves because his treatment by the fandom in d/smp is CRAZY him from an actual person with smpe! bg reduce to just a ‘support cast’ ‘father figure’ and that it
there are reason why cc!phil step back a bit from rp because imagine you trying to do something to your character and the fandom just treated him so shit and ignore everything he made like amigaaa
For philza enjoyer I am so glad qsmp exists and he finally getting treated decent
And he good at rp too! He a person who doing constant lore it not a big lore stream but he always do lore with interaction! and I am kinda sad that most people just say oh phil? he doesn’t do lore!
Like he almost getting the same treatment from an old fandom lmaooooo
Something about q!wil and q!phil dynamic as father-son ( because cc!wil never lets go of his and phil dynamic after smpe! )
You kinda realize that if their relationship are just friends q!wil excuse for treating q!phil wouldn’t be look over by the fandom this hard
Hell if the person who are ‘father’ is q!wilbur his interaction with q!philza would not be going look over so much!
Them back at the maze q!wil despite the fact that he never been there calling q!phil that he doesn’t care about his child calling him that he weren’t doing enough
It not a valid answer that q!wilbur treating q!phil like shit because ‘phil answer him about the maze are unclear’ YOU STILL DONT TREAT PEOPLE YOU CARE LIKE THAT!
especially the one that been taking care of your child ! while still having his own!!!
‘They both are wrong in the maze!’
I strongly disagree with that statement Imagine raising a child for 6+ months and being there for them in every pain they have helping them grow up to deal with their disappearance ALONE.
And getting yourself kidnapped along the way when you try to find them
To get called that ‘you don't care about them at all do you’ IS WILD
Him just lashing out is like a minimal reaction to me tbh
One things I do understand q!wil pov that he is overwhelmed since everything around him is new.
( that still doesn’t give him any right to treat q!phil like that btw )
but I don’t think q!wil realize that q!phil have responsibilities more than just him.
All the ways to the maze Phil constantly getting whisper ( in canon I called them text Ig lmao ) that he needed to be in this mission not only for the information but for other islanders especially in order to help them as well
And he did told wil about this! that this may be the only chance to see if the federation know anything about tallulah! He did tell him that! And Wil still wanted to leave!
So Phil before lashing out told wil a lots of info that are very important but people just ignoring it
ps. I honestly just don't want a c!phil treatment to happened to q!phil since I still see people calling c!tommy c!phil’s child 😭
So in conclusion, being family doesn’t give any character right to treat other like ass ty for listening to my ted talk/ rambler
( I genuinely think that q!wilbur is a good father for tallulah they care about each other so much and all of the story components you can tell but can we please stop bringing c!fundy to q!wilbur story like I see a lots of people saying that llulah get a father fundy never had and I am like bro they are different character and have nothing related to each other 😭😭😭😭 )
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guess who hyperfixated on a mixed breed only to realize that there is no proper rundown of them! well here it is: all the info I learned in the last few days, deep in hyperfocus, boiled down into one (hopefully) understandable post!
Emo Clowns - A mix of rodeo, sad, punk scare and slasher scare breeds, literally a quarter of each. They’re usually categorized as a scare mix as they are half scare.
More info and images under the cut!
Appearance:
Mostly an achromatic color scheme, sometimes with small amounts of colorful accents, usually red or purple They almost always have black hair of various lengths that they prune into bangs that sometimes cover one eye.
Some have plumage and some do not, regardless of this, they are very into self expression and will often choose to wear clothes. When given the opportunity, the clothing they pick or make varies rather wildly but stays on a mostly achromatic, mostly black, color pallet. They enjoy many of the same patterns other clowns do, but are more likely to choose stripes or checkerboard patterns. Interestingly, some enjoy wearing brighter accessories like flower crowns, things made of Monster Energy cans, or bracelets.
Their patterns are not consistent, although they are usually black and always have some on the face, some emos resemble punk scare clown’s patterns and have marking all over their body. Some say these patterns look a bit like human tattoos.
They have sharp teeth, like many scare breeds, however they usually only have longer and sharper canines, giving them a vampire-like affect.
They usually grow to be on the larger side and are often lanky, however this varies quite a bit due to them being a mixed breed.
Personality:
Being what breeds their mix is, they're very protective and sweet creatures, they're good with animals and children and bond strongly with their family. They're very territorial (that's the rodeo and scare breeds talking) but do well with strangers and other clowns if introduced properly as they are actually very social with those they trust.
Too much color or upbeat noise can cause emos severe stress, when put under this prolonged stress they may or may not lash out but always end up isolating themselves and may end up over grooming or start other self harming behaviors.
On the other hand, being isolated from their family or clowns/animals they are bonded with against their will can cause the same response. The solution is to spend time with them but make sure they always have access to their own tent that they can choose when to enter or exit, but make sure none of your other clowns are able to enter without it being clear that your emo is okay with it.
Diet:
They are omnivorous and have a remarkably similar diet to humans! However, unlike humans, they can not thrive on a vegan diet and do require meat. When in doubt, always talk to your vet about your clowns diet!
They don’t do too well with brightly colored food, like vibrantly colored candies and cakes, though it’s good enrichment to give something like that to them every once in a while, it should not be a part of their primary diet. If given too frequently, they can get overwhelmed by the color and may begin refusing to eat.
Like punk clowns, many are fond of Monster Energy drinks and may choose to keep the cans afterwords.
Enrichment:
They are collectors at heart, and having a tent where they can store their things is a must.
They enjoy loud music but it's important that they are able to leave the situation or stop the music if they get overwhelmed.
Many like crafting, especially making things they can wear. It's believed that some of the traits of sad clowns, like making balloon animals the deflate quickly or little paper boats, along with the urge to decorate and spray paint from the punk scare clowns have caused DIY behaviors in the emo scare.
Some are able to create sad poetry, but most are unwilling to share. It’s best to not force them to share as you may lose their trust, but be gently encourage if they do decide to show you and maybe they will feel comfortable enough to share some more!
The primary talent that emos enjoy is performing music, mostly with string instruments like ukuleles or guitars (especially electric guitars). It's often extra devastating when this breed gets declawed as it can make playing string instruments painful, which can then cause them to become depressed.
However, while every emo seems to want a stringed instrument, some show no interest in playing and simply want it as decoration. If you do get a guitar and believe your emo is not practicing it, consider getting a ukulele (it’s highly suggested you get a black one!) as it might be more your emo’s speed. If you start with a ukulele and they grow bored of it quickly, it may be in your emo’s best interest to get a guitar next.
Housing:
Emos require a unique set up, I’ve been saying tent for simplicity's sake, and a 'tent' is a must however they are not necessarily picky about it being a tent, plenty thrive in sheds, spare bedrooms, or any space that is somewhat enclosed and that they can call their own. Though if you do go with the tent route, many suggest darker tents like those made for scare breeds.
Emos cannot share tents, not even with other emos, it's important that they feel that the space is their own and they can decorate and store their things as they please. They may end up resource guarding around their tent, but so long as it doesn’t get out of hand, this is a healthy and expected behavior.
Some may chose to stay in your house or yard for extended periods of time, but I assure you they still need their own space to store their things in what they feel is a safe space!
Bonding:
They don't necessarily need other clowns or other animals and can do very well without them, but they do great when bonded with other creatures. If you or your family is too busy to give your emo the amount of socializing they need, then getting an animal or another clown is an excellent idea.
Due to the aforementioned whole being overwhelmed by colors and noise thing, you may think that having a party breed would be a bad idea, but it's actually quite the opposite. They may get overwhelmed a bit quicker with louder and/or brighter breeds, but this not a problem so long as they know they can go to their tent and calm down alone.
Even when given the option between other Emos and Party breeds, many of them will choose to bond with the Party!
Look at this adorable Emo Scare and Party Mix bonded pair!:
(Images’ source) (info source 1) (info source 2)
I also want to touch on the fact that some have taken to breeding Emo Scares with another mixed breed; Rave Party. Their offspring are referred to as Scene Clowns. They hold many of the same traits as Emos, but are more outgoing and colorful.
As Rave Party Clowns are about 25% Punk and 75% Party (though the types of Party breeds vary) the Scene Clowns end up being 12.5% rodeo, 12.5% sad, 37.5% scare, and 37.5% party, they make loyal and fun companions that may not get as overboard with the colors and noise as a Party and likely won’t get as territorial as the Scares. I might make a post about them sometime, though I need to do more research.
(Info source 3)
#clownblr#clown husbandry#scare clown breed#emo clown#clown#clown breed info#mixed breed clown#original#clown art#emo scare breed#ooc: pls ignore that there is a table with no chairs. i lost all my braincells in the war#info#clownology
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I just wanna write for a minute. I don't feel like everything has fully hit me yet. People talk about how stressful end of life planning is, but I never fully grasped it. I have people I never knew texting and calling me all day and night and wanting to talk. My husband's dad has different wishes than my husband had for how his remains would be handled, and his dad is notoriously not always the best guy, so that is stressful.
I got a funeral home picked out and gave the info to the ME (husband had to be autopsied). Finally a breath of fresh air and something to check off the list. But then his dad calls and says there's 25k at the funeral home he had picked out. Now he is coming over tomorrow and im fucking terrified. My parents said they'd come over to help if things go south.
I have to pick a memorial date. I have no clue when to pick. I'm also considering if I am going to move or not. My sons school starts in just a few weeks. Got the open house letter in the mail today. I don't know if he will be attending that school at this point. People are sending me songs they think would be good at the memorial service. I promised one of his best friends to set up a zoom call so he can still be there.
My husband was the strong one. He handled things with an iron fist. I'm overwhelmed. I wanted to just sleep in today but I got so many calls right at 8 am that I had to just get up. The outpouring of love is wonderful but its also a little suffocating. But I feel like I need suffocated right now so I don't drown.
I haven't cried much today, but I think I'm still just numb and in shock. Also my friend took me out to walk around. I've barely gotten off of my phone, but I haven't looked at anything. I check my messages to make sure I haven't missed anything and then I scroll mindlessly without actually looking at the screen.
I am trying not to think of any of the bad intrusive thoughts. The funeral director told me when his time of death was. I feel sick.
I don't want to cry. I don't like crying. I don't like feeling overwhelmed with emotion. I have to tell my son in the coming few days. I feel sick. My husband is never coming home. My son may never remember him.
I wish this was a nightmare. I don't know how this can be real. I wish I wasn't alone right now. But the only person I want is my husband. My sister asked where I want to be in regards to moving. I didn't know how to say I don't want to be anywhere anymore. Nowhere is good without him. Everything I dreamed of required him.
I hope he was truly happy. I hope he didn't hurt. God I just hope he didn't realize what was happening.
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https://twitter.com/yangsabs/status/1544052004787572739?t=FIH3I0tFs1zfy3lkWieDCQ&s=19
Mm... I think this is about you
Oh it absolutely is. First off, don't go bash them, people are entitled to their opinions and I'm used to dealing with these thing since I started writing abo. But yeah, I 100% mentioned I might be writing a transmasc yang fic and that their art had inspired me, cause it's real good and I love it! Clearly they were not a fan of me saying that😅
But I just want to say this, like I know a lot of people followed me for my abo fics, but there also may be someone who sends this post to that person so I just want to get this out of the way.
Most of my audience is trans, or have some other funky gender (y'know like me being born a girl but wishing I had a dick so I got the packer), I've received overwhelming support and I've asked a few people why/what they think and the most common thing is it's how they wish they could be.
Stories are fantasy, a transfem person who doesn't want bottom surgery might see themselves in the fic, have something to relate to. Tbh it's usually why I write it that way because I wish I had been born different too. Another example, my sister (who is trans and reads abo btw) is living with her friend who is also trans and just had a baby. He wanted to have a kid, that was something he actively tried while being trans. And like, I know the term "mpreg" is real fucking shit, I hate using it too, but maybe a transmasc character will see themselves in one of those types of fics.
The biggest thing I see against omegaverse is that it isn't reality. People should know that isn't how life works and that you can't just project. I once asked how they feel about perhaps a transmasc character getting a prosthetic penis but, since this is fiction it would have some magic bull that makes it attach to them and function like a real one would. They shot it down, saying it wasn't realistic, writing should stick to packers or realistic looking straps.
The other is that lot of it is kink related, it's become extremely over sexualized, a lot of the terms have been twisted and become outdated, I still see futa, gp, and mpreg used a lot (which isn't necessarily just abo but still). People will see it as sexualizing trans people as a fetish, which I get, but a lot of trans people see it as an escape. Fifteen minutes they can spend in their ideal self.
No one has the same experience with gender (just in general, figuring I could pack while still identifying as a female was a rollercoaster) so no one is ever going to agree, there will always be an out man.
Also, like, hate to tell y'all but omegaverse is deeply rooted in a positive light with the trans community (then supernatural happened) and has made thousands of people realize that they wanted to be trans. Like there's legit articles on it.
Anyway this got long. I'm not trans, I'm just sharing info that other trans people have told me. I'm always down to hear more stories, to learn, it's the only way we grow. But if my fics make people feel more comfortable in their bodies? Why would I stop? I get that you should face reality, you have to do that for the majority of your day. Take a few minutes and lose yourself in a fantasy.
#i had not intendes to write a novel oops#also i know immediately when i saw the link what this would be about#see its funny cause i follow them on twitter too#i just hardly ever use twitter other than to check on one of my fave artists every few weeks#oops#also my immediate thought before clicking was that video#'is it me? am i the drama?'#iconic#someone on the thread asked what omegaverse and i almost commented#but i aint dealing with that#pick and choose your battles my friends#it sure has been a while since ive gotten a callout post#does this mean im a big blog now?#they only get callout posts#omg#do yall think people have warned other blogs that im a transphbe like my anons do for me?#oh thats awful and a lil funny tbh#god what the fuck do i tag this?#im just not going to#i dont have the energy#don't mind me#answered#ask#anon
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Mirth's Ebenezer: Part 6
A/N: The love triangle becomes clearer plot thickens…
Warnings: Suspicion, betrayal, anxiety (general, not an attack or anything overwhelming), swearing, gun reference, bank robbery reference,
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Mirth loosed a breath, forcing the tightness from her chest. Superhero’s question was met with utter silence, as if a vacuum had sucked up any and all life inside the courtroom. She was certain there weren’t many within the Agency who had the motivation to betray them, but there were certainly many outside of their ranks who would see them all destroyed. But that fact didn’t help them now.
If it were possible, Agent’s eyes soured with increased misery. Their lips twitched as if they wished to say something but ultimately decided against it.
As Superhero’s question rippled over the courtroom and the minds of all of those packed into the pews and standing along the perimeter, Mirth cycled through a list of suspects.
She wasn’t ready to write off Agent. With no way to confirm the validity of their statement and the unofficial investigation they claimed the Internal Affairs Department had undertaken in secret, Mirth knew that Agent remained on all their lists.
Scouring her memory for a disgruntled hero, only one name came to mind: Sparrow.
Sparrow had achieved the rank of superhero rather quickly, and at a young age. They’d busted plenty of villains and even brought down Supervillain’s predecessor—which now that Mirth thought about it probably paved the way for them to become the master criminal they all knew today.
But several years ago, it was discovered that Sparrow had taken a cut of nearly every heist committed under their watch, and in return, they’d help the villains they arrested. The evidence against them was too great, and Sparrow was arrested. Aside from that, they never actually aided the criminals in their escape attempts as promised.
Mirth realized that Sparrow had just as many enemies amongst the villains as they had within the Agency for undermining other heroes and discrediting a few along their path to tarnished greatness.
But could Supervillain put that aside if Sparrow offered them the right information? What was the likelihood of Sparrow having any intel worth selling after so many years of imprisonment? Was their sentence even over yet? Mirth didn’t know. She hadn’t kept tabs on them after their betrayal. And if they were free, she doubted they could still gain access to sensitive information, so it had to be someone active within the Agency.
There was Civilian, the assistant director of the H.R. Department. Mirth had never liked them much. They were too…eager. Or maybe ambitious was a better word for the way they acted. They’d never said or done anything that made Mirth suspicious…but she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something about them that didn’t quite make sense.
But then there was still Agent…
“Mirth,” Superhero said, breaking her from her thoughts, “you’ve got that look on your face. That frown that says, ‘I’m working the case.’”
She rolled her eyes. “That’s because I am.”
Agent wouldn’t have access to the schedules before they were sent out. In fact, Agent may not see them at all until the day of, when they’re posted. The only people who know the schedules beforehand would be H.R. and whichever heroes were confirmed and slated for duty that day. But those heroes wouldn’t know who else was on patrol until the schedule was posted either, which only left…
She sucked in a breath, arching her brow. Superhero watched her silently, letting the gears turn in her head.
“Has anyone considered Civilian?”
“That’s the one with the straight hair in H.R., right? The assistant?” Someone on the other side of the courtroom asked.
“Yeah,” another answered, “and always wants to be called Assistant Director.”
“They get under my skin,” someone else said from behind Mirth. “I vote them as most likely.”
A few murmurs of agreement rose in the courtroom. Judge Whitmire’s eyes crinkled. Mirth couldn’t tell if it was in humor or in annoyance at their total disregard for procedure.
“Being annoying isn’t cause for charging someone with treachery,” he said, drawing the room’s attention back to the front of the court. “But I will admit that Civilian is a decent suspect. I’ve had suspicions about their motivations in the past, though without the evidence or assumption of a crime, I dismissed it as simply ambition in a competitive environment.”
Agent sagged, wiping their brow with a handkerchief. “Our lead suspect was Civilian. We even entertained Other Agent, but it wasn’t likely no matter how far we stretched the facts. They may not be a competent Director, but I don’t think any one of us could say anything bad against them.”
“If we’re not narrowing our list of suspects, then what’s to stop us from adding the entire H.R. department?” Someone called from the back of the room.
“Oh please,” Superhero answered, turning around in their seat as if they could stare down whoever had spoken. “Like Carole would betray the Agency after all these years. She might be a hawk when it comes to procedure and office regulations and all that human resources bullshit, but,” they paused, licking their lips. “Carole’s been with the Agency for years, and has always, always done right by it. Without her, this whole place would be in shambles, especially in the wake of Head Agent’s retirement and the shaky Interim Director’s appointment.”
There was a beat of silence, and then a smooth voice echoed throughout the courtroom. “I’m glad to hear you think so, Superhero.”
Mirth’s whirled around in her seat, her eyes instantly drawn to the lone figure standing amongst crowd seated in the pews.
Carole continued, “While I’d hate to believe that Civilian is our main suspect, I can’t disagree. They’re the only other one involved in pre-making the schedules. Our scheduling system is designed this way to ensure limited exposure, so that something like what Baron claims can’t happen, and if it did—or has—there’s only so many suspects. No one but myself and Civilian would have these schedules in advance, except for the heroes scheduled and confirmed for specific days, but even they wouldn’t know who else is on patrol until the full schedule is posted.”
“Unless, they share their individual schedule with someone in passing,” Agent added quietly.
A general discontent settled over the courtroom. People squirmed in their seats. Some whispered quietly to their neighbors. Mirth caught Judge Whitmire’s eyes and swallowed thickly. He offered her a small nod, as if that could dispel the uneasiness writhing in her gut. Casting his attention back to the courtroom, Judge Whitmire cleared his throat.
“I’m sure there is no guilt in mentioning your schedule to your colleagues,” he said, “and I firmly doubt that any one, singular person within this Agency could gather and piece together enough whispers to create an accurate list of heroes scheduled for duty on any given day or night. I think, to avoid a witch hunt and cast more doubt about the integrity of this Agency, we should focus on our list of suspects.”
“I second that!” A familiar voice shouted immediately. “And it’s not just because we’re cutting it close to my reservations.”
Mirth couldn’t help herself, chuckling a little as several others also did so. Others voiced their agreement. A restless energy buzzed throughout the courtroom as more voices joined the assent.
“Then what do we do?” Agent asked, ignoring the hero who had an anniversary dinner to get to.
“What if…” Superhero started, trailing off as their brows pulled together in thought. “What if we place our suspects under watch for now, until we can gather more evidence.”
“And who would do it? You’ve already got babysitting duty, Supes.”
They laughed at that, shaking their head as a wide grin split their face. “Then I guess it’s gonna have to be you, Sidekick.”
“Splendid,” Judge Whitmire said. “Sidekick, you’ll shadow Agent here. Everette, you’ll watch Carole, and the rest of us…we’ll keep tabs on Civilian.”
Agent opened and closed their mouth once, twice, thrice.
Judge Whitmire raised his brows, turning to them. “Do you oppose to this?”
“Well, no, it’s just…” Agent started, wringing their hands together. “Sidekick and I, uh…”
“We’re dating,” Sidekick proclaimed a hint of amusement in their voice. A low ripple traversed the courtroom. A couple sharp intakes of breath could be heard, but Mirth felt like she had whiplash. Of all the people, in the whole of the city, and Sidekick’s dating Agent? And they’d both kept it a secret? Her eyes widened in shock, and in disbelief.
Judge Whitmire stilled, straightening as he turned rigid at the realization. His eyes turned murky with consideration; a sort of unpreparedness Mirth knew the methodical man wasn’t used to. “Well I suppose that won’t work.”
“Everette, you’ll take Agent and Sidekick,” Superhero said, standing from their seat and turning to face the spectators’ area. Mirth watched as they surveyed the crowd, searching for someone, undoubtedly the next best choice to watch Carole.
“Oh, so I’m a suspect now?” Sidekick interrupted indignantly.
“No, only associated with one,” Superhero said without skipping a beat. “Hero! You’ll watch Carole.”
“On it, boss!”
A loud clap made Mirth flinch. Judge Whitmire stood, his hands clasped in front of him and a delighted look on his face.
“Well now that that’s settled,” he said, stepping away from Agent and toward the witness stand where he’d draped his rope, “I hereby declare this meeting adj—”
“HALLELUJAH!” The hero-with-reservations-to-make whooped, followed by a general clamor. Mirth watched them with a grin as they vaulted over the person beside them and over the end of the pew. “I still have time to get cleaned up before dinner!”
Judge Whitmire shook his head. “Tell your wife ‘hello’ and ‘congratulations.’”
“Will do!” The hero said, rounding the corner of the courtroom doors and dashing down the hall.
Other heroes gathered their belongings and started to file out of the courtroom. Those with assigned guard duties found their charges and started a conversation or left with them. In the case of Agent and Sidekick, Everette just followed quietly behind the newly announced couple. Hero stood, chatting with Carole before they too, left the courtroom.
“And now.” Judge Whitmire’s voice sounded from beside her. Mirth stood at last, glancing between both her friend and the man who had granted her mercy. “Are you two ready to decide the particulars of Baron’s custody?”
Mirth shrugged. “I guess so. I can’t exactly go home until we do that.”
Judge Whitmire flashed her an empathetic smile. “Trust is very important, especially when rehabilitating a criminal. His record’s really not so bad, or else I wouldn’t have asked you.”
“He robbed a bank, at gunpoint.” Superhero crossed their arms over their chest, leaning against the table. “I wouldn’t exactly write that off as ‘not so bad.’”
“True,” Whitmire considered, “though he did give the kids lollipops before letting all of the hostages go without confrontation. I wouldn’t exactly call him the face of evil either.”
“Okay, so now that we’ve debated how troubled Baron is or isn’t, can we please get this over with so that in three years I can get my life back?”
Superhero snorted, failing to suppress their laughter. Judge Whitmire only smiled and gestured for them to follow him. Mirth clenched her hands. She opted to fold her arms over her chest, if only to help keep her irritation from falling past her lips in a long sigh or a barrage of choice words that probably weren’t undeserved for all the stress the good judge had put her through.
Holding the door to the antechamber open for them, Mirth glanced passed Judge Whitmire and into the adjacent room. Well-lit, the room was oddly warm given who it belonged to.
Not that she thought Judge Whitmire was cold just—well Mirth didn’t really know. He was fair and just, sure, but she couldn’t picture him outside of his judicial duties. Whoever he was outside of the courtroom was a lost myth to her.
A traditional red-oak desk sat squarely in the center of the room with several filing cabinets behind it on the back wall. Another door off to the side presumably led to the clerk’s office, though Mirth couldn’t be certain. Judge Whitmire draped his judge’s robe over the back of his stately desk chair and retrieved his briefcase.
“Shall we?” He looked toward the side door to his office.
Mirth’s lips twisted. He was enjoying this, wasn’t he?
“Let’s get this over with,” Superhero sighed.
Judge Whitmire excused himself and brushed passed them, knocking on the door.
“Come in!” Clerk’s muffled voice came from the other side. As Judge Whitmire strolled through the door, Clerk huffed. “About time. Baron and I were about to take off and grab a bite to eat.”
Judge Whitmire chuckled. “I will leave you two in Clerk’s capable hands. I trust most of the arrangements have already been made?”
“Obviously,” Clerk said, nodding.
Mirth swallowed, not really certain about what the extent of these arrangements would be. She hoped they didn’t have to live together for the next three years. It was why she still lived alone: she needed her space. Dealing with people all day and the media and just the odd hours of her job, she needed a place where it was only herself.
“Good,” Whitmire said, “then I’ll be off.”
“See you around, Judge,” Baron said, waving from where he sat casually in the chair opposite of Clerk’s desk despite the pair of Fairmax County Prison guards flanking his seat. Mirth noticed a third chair had been brought in from somewhere else, as it didn’t match the other two chairs set up before Clerk’s desk.
“We’ll be taking our leave now too,” one of the guards said, passing the key to Baron’s handcuffs and the monitor for his power suppressing ankle cuff to Superhero.
Mirth hardly offered a farewell, too fixated on the fate lying before her. Why had she agreed to this? To stay in Whitmire’s good graces? To spite herself? She couldn’t say. Maybe it was those damn cupcakes and the pitiful look Baron had when he’d come to apologize for the bank robbery.
That was it. It was that damn look, the shining honesty and pleading in his eyes when he’d come to her door, unmasked and metaphorically beaten.
“Great, now that it’s just the four of us, here’s the deal: I’ve arranged a safe house for the duration of Baron’s house arrest. A budget has been set and funds acquired for the maintenance of the house as well as expenses for Baron like groceries and such—”
“Okay, I know I’m a villain, but you’re making it seem like they’re fostering a dog,” he said.
“Might as well be,” Superhero sighed, taking a seat. “You’ll need constant supervision so you don’t go tinkering with things you shouldn’t.”
“I don’t ‘tinker,’” Baron nearly spat, “I invent things.”
“Exactly. That’s the last thing you should be doing during your house arrest,” Superhero countered. “You’re supposed to be proving you can be an average civilian, not a mad scientist.”
“I’ll have you kno—”
“Can we please just get through this so I can go home?”
Both Baron and Superhero turned to her. Superhero glanced away, their jaw twitching. But Baron held her gaze and offered a slow smile.
“I never got the chance to congratulate you on your trial,” he said simply. “I never expected anything different.”
“I’m so glad everyone but me had confidence in that,” she huffed, sinking down into the empty chair between her two forced companions. “Clerk, please, please, please tell me we don’t have to live with each other consistently for the next three years.”
Clerked giggled. “Well you could do it that way, but no. However you and Superhero want to work it out is fine with us, just as long as someone is with Baron at all times until such a time as Judge Whitmire deems he no longer needs supervision during his house arrest.”
Mirth glanced toward the ceiling, sighing in relief. “That’s the second-best news I’ve had all day.”
“I promise to be on my best behavior,” Baron assured her. “Honestly, I’m really not that bad.”
Superhero scoffed. “You robbed a bank last month.”
“And you sponsored my Rogue Clause,” Baron shot back. “Admit it, I’m not that bad.”
Superhero crossed their arms. “What I think doesn’t matter.”
“If this is what I have to look forward to for the next three years, I’m killing you both now and starting my life of crime.”
Clerk laughed. “There won’t be any need for that. You can take the night, Mirth. Hell, you can take the week. I’m sure Superhero wouldn’t disagree.”
Mirth arched her brow. But before she could say anything, Clerk carried on. “Like I said, whatever you two work out for the schedule, the court’s only requirements are that Baron is not to be left to his own devices—no pun intended—and that he completes his community service. Aside from that, everything’s pretty much taken of: safe house, budget, power suppressing ankle monitor, and sponsors.”
Clerk closed the manilla file on their desk, and offered it to Mirth. “Everything you need is in this file, and the keys,” they said, opening their desk drawer and pulling a set out and giving those to her as well, “are right here. Any questions?”
Mirth shook her head. Superhero remained silent.
“Just one, and it’s really not for you, dear, Clerk,” Baron started, a hint of playfulness in his voice. “Can we get ice cream on our way?”
Mirth sagged against the back of her seat. It was going to be a long three years.
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Part 7
#writeblr#heroes and villains#hero x superhero#hero x villain#love triangle#okay so i *think* i know where this is going and honestly it's a crack fic#not even sorry#glad to know that that hero made their dinner reservation#i can just imagine Baron in the car to the safe house like 'are were there yet? are we there yet?" and Supes trying not to lose it#Mirth deserves a spa day#Also (for those of you read my Love Letters series) this is not the same Clerk. Did I consider it? yes#but then i'd have to connect the universes and that sounds exhausting so no. not the same Clerk
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The Accident
When making the best of a bad situation, a witch arrives to give an unexpected option, requiring a bit of self-reflection before the protagonist can make a decision. Trans vibes.
CW: major injury, body transformation, medical coercion, gender dysphoria, depersonalization, deadname mention, anxiety, derealization, eye contact, medical situations, consensual dehumanization, misgendering
The truck came out of nowhere. Metal buckled and squealed, glass shattered and sprayed, and plastic strained and tore.
There were no memories after that, for a while. When consciousness finally returned, everything was fuzzy; there was some sort of room with medical equipment and an attendeant.
The attendant realized the patient was awake and went to fetch the doctor.
Strolling in with a digital tablet, the doctor looked over the hospital bed and remarked, "It's great to see you finally awake."
She continued, "If you're feeling up to it, I can catch you up on what's been going on since the accident."
Accident? Oh… something about a truck and broken glass… The patient sat up a bit, or at least attempted to, and stammered, "Y-yeah, uh, go ahead." The room was less fuzzy now, but everything felt like a dream… maybe it was?
The doctor looked the patient up and down somberly before continuing, "Okay, this is a lot, so we'll go slow and I'll come back by again in case you have more questions later. Not to be a medical cliche, but there's good news and bad news. The bad news is, some of your body was damaged in the accident. The good news is, you're alive and in a world where we can replace pretty much any part of the body. It also may be possible to fix everything with surgery and extensive therapy, but the process would be long."
The dream had become even more unreal than it seemed before. Vision seemed to narrow, going dim around the edges. The patient's ears were ringing, and thinking was becoming more cloudy than it was upon first awakening.
The doctor continued explaining, "There's more bad news, though. Your insurance isn't great. So if you want to opt for replacement, it's probably only going to cover basic replacement parts, but we do have a patient advocate team that can help you try to secure a zero-interest medical loan that may enable you to have better replacement parts to give you a more normal body."
A growing sense of shock and horror crept across the patient's mind. Looking down revealed abdominal damage and tubes leading to a number of machines. The lower limbs also showed signs of major injury and had hardware mounted around them. No wonder the earlier attempt to sit up in bed failed.
The doctor tapped a few buttons on her tablet then looked up again and spoke, "My name is Dr. Corsi, but you can call me Jasmine. I'm going to have the patient advocate come by and help you figure out how to make the best of an unfortunate situation. Please don't hesitate to have someone fetch me if you have medical questions about any of your options."
Jasmine left and was soon replaced by a smiling, eager fellow with some brochures who introduced himself as Mike, with a last name that sounded like Attenboro or Aldanburo. Thoroughly overwhelmed, the patient muttered, "Could you just leave the info about my options, my head is hurting terribly and I can't focus." Mike departed, and the patient fell asleep.
* * *
"Hey, how are you feeling today?" chirped Mike, now on his fifth visit. "Have you made a decision?"
With an eyeroll, the patient answered, "Look, I just don't want to be in more debt. I know I won't have much functionality with the basic parts, but I'm not sure I'm going to be able to go back to work regardless of what option I take. So how would I ever pay off that nightmare of a loan? And I am just not interested in placing all my hope in natural healing fixing everything slowly,"
Casting his eyes down, Mike spoke more softly, "Yeah, I mean, I am trying to give you the best option here that gets you back to normal quickly, but if it's unaffordable then it would be unethical to saddle you with the debt. But… I think I know someone who can help, it's just… it's a little unconventional. And there may be some other things you'd have to be ready to sacrifice, but it wouldn't be your finances."
The patient's eyes grew wide.
Mike looked nervous, "Look, let me make a phone call. And let me look into something else more official, too. Because I really think the cybernetically controlled legs and fully synthetic organs are your best bet."
Mike left the room for a few minutes before returning with a phone. He offered it to the patient, saying, "I have someone you may want to speak to."
The strange voice on the other end of the line was strong and charming as it greeted the patient, "Hello sweetheart! The one who has been speaking to you about your options thought you might want an introduction with its owner. Rather unconventional choice for it to make, but part of the agreement is that it has full autonomy at its job. So, tell me, little one, what is your name?"
The patient began, "Hi, my name is Josep---" but was interrupted at the beginning of the 'f' sound.
Amused, the strong voice on the phone jumped in, "Hold it. Is that your real name, or the one on your birth certificate?"
The patient felt clammy and a little nauseated, unable to respond.
The voice on the phone continued, "Let's try that again. What name would you like to be called?"
The patient paused for a minute and managed to say, "Call me Jo---uh, Joanna."
The voice on the other end of the line sounded pleased, responding, "Ah, I thought so. Joanna it is, then. Joanna, if you want to be out of that hospital quickly and can't afford the cybernetically-enhanced and fully-synthetic parts, I may have an option for you. But I'm not going to discuss it over the phone. Would you like to meet me? I'll come to you. And only say yes if you're interested. If you're not, tell me no, and I will take you at your word and leave you alone."
Joanna was puzzled. She didn't have a lot of experience with people taking her word seriously, and hardly ever had anyone really wanted to know what she wanted to be called, always assuming her legal name and gender were the right ones to use.
In fact, Joanna was more than puzzled; she was overwhelmed to the point where the room started spinning. She took a deep breath and replied, "Yes, but maybe tomorrow," before handing the phone back to Mike. Joanna blurted out, "Mike, I need some privacy for now," before closing her eyes and trying to calm down.
* * *
Mike showed up the next day with a tall, mystically dressed figure, who immediately seemed to recognize Joanna.
The figure spoke in that charming voice again, "Joanna, my name is Isabel and my pronouns are they/them. For now, that's how you'll refer to me."
Isabel leaned in and asked, "How are you doing today, little one?", looking at Joanna square in the eyes, causing Joanna to squirm and look down.
Isabel stood back up straight and frowned a little, remarking, "I see I've made you uncomfortable. Let me say this: I don't expect you to make or maintain eye contact if you don't want to. I have many ways in which I can communicate; it may take some time to find the right ones to use with you."
This confused Joanna twice over. She was used to people not only expecting her to return eye contact constantly but also for people being unwilling to accomodate what she thought of as her quirks. She was also very surprised to see anybody notice that it was the intense eye contact that bothered her; most people ascribed the wrong reasons to her reactions.
Joanna replied, "Mostly, I think I want to get out of here. It's nice to meet you in person, though I'm not sure what it is you can do for me or why we had to meet in person." Joanna was not a fan of in-person conversations, as the other party would often expect her to interpret their body language.
Isabel smiled at Joanna. "Little one, because I want to show you something that I can't show you over the phone. I don't do things without a reason."
Joanna had become more annoyed and raised her voice, "Oh yeah? Well why do you keep calling me little one?"
Isabel maintainer their calm demeanor. "I have a knack for guessing what people want, but it's only a guess. If I'm wrong, don't hesitate to let me know. If you would like me to stop calling you little one, then say so --- or write it on a note if it's hard to say it out loud."
Joanna shifted from being annoyed to being tense and nervous. "Actually… it's okay. I can't understand why, but it's comforting to hear."
Isabel smiled again. "I'm grateful to hear that. My intuition was correct again, but please inform me if it becomes clear that my intuition is wrong in the future. It's not always right. Can you do that?"
Joanna was wondering what the point of all this was, but answered, "Okay, I guess I can. So what was it that you needed to show me in person?"
Isabel's eyes sparkled a bit as they simply said, "This," and waved their fingers at Mike. The air swirled around Mike for a moment then cleared.
At first, Joanna saw nothing unusual. Then she noticed one of Mike's elbows was not a normal human elbow; it looked more like ball and socket joints crafted from a composite, and his forearm was covered in runes. The upper half of Mike's face also seemed to now covered in runes, with parts of his eyes, nose, and forehead carved with whorled lines.
Mike spoke up, "There were a few injuries, to one arm and parts of the face, and there just weren't good, affordable options at the time. Isabel helped… and fixed some problems with a deviated septum, as well," gesturing at his nose, which had seemed to become shifted to one side.
Isabel clarified, "I can make small changes, or build off of existing medical work. My magic can't work any wild miracles, but it can help. What you're seeing now is how it appears without my enchantments, more or less."
Joanna's mind was racing. Not only could this offer a solution for her current quandary, but… Joanna started speaking, "Isabel? What other kind of small changes can you make? Because I… have had some things I've wanted changed for a while, just little things that…" before trailing off. Her mind started spinning and she felt her cheeks redden.
Isabel eyed her curiously. "What things do you want changed? My intuition is giving me an idea, but I am going to need you to be specific."
Joanna gulped. Her mouth and throat had gone completely dry. "I have… I've wanted to find a gender clinic, and… I mean I've looked into… I don't know how to find a doctor that can help with…" She couldn't seem to bring herself to complete her thoughts aloud.
Isabel said, "That's enough to clarify. If you are wanting to feminize your body shape or change what's in your pants, that falls under the realm of what I can do. In fact, I didn't always look how I look now, so I know quite a bit about this. Why do you think I got into the study of magic?"
Smirking, Isabel continued, "What I ask from those who seek my help is, effectively, to do my bidding. I am not going to ask for anything impossible, and I won't overly burden anyone. But it brings me great pleasure for others to carry out the tasks I give them."
They wiggled their fingers at Mike again, commenting, "I don't want to keep it standing around with eyesight missing in one eye or with reduced range of elbow motion for no good reason; I have little interest in cruelty. But I wanted to show you how it looked both with and without my enchantments so you'd understand." After another shimmer in the air around Mike, he had returned to his normal form. Wait… normal? Joanna wondered which one was actually his normal form, or whether she needed to stop thinking about what was normal and find a different way to think about all this.
Joanna, head swimming, managed to say, "Okay… so, I---I am not even sure what to say right now. I guess what I want to know is, what are these tasks? What is your bidding? Why do you keep calling him an it? That seems… dehumanizing, doesn't it?"
Isabel smiled sweetly. "Little one, most of these tasks are fairly mundane; helping me around the house, helping me with my magic. Some of these tasks do get a little spicier; a witch like me draws upon the intense power of erotic energy for some of my magic, as well as other important powers of friendship and love. In fact, I'm only interested in doing this kind of magic on those who are fully willing. As for your other question, I will let it answer on its own."
Mike spoke up, "This one is not really human. It is a combination of human flesh and medical technology and magic. It has moved beyond humanness."
Joanna, thoroughly confused, responded, "Okay sure but why are you talking so funny? It's like you stopped saying 'I' as soon as Isabel showed up."
Mike responded, "This one has embraced its new sense of self and its new role in service to its witch, as well as in service to others through patient advocacy work. It has decided to exist as a helpful animated doll, though not quite like the clockwork kind that needs winding. It chooses to function as one of the larger collective of dolls that serve this witch. Hence, it is 'this one' when it references itself, at least outside of work or in front of its witch."
This was just too much for Joanna, who had often not been treated as an equal by her peers, for having unusual interests and struggling to fit in socially. "I need you both to leave. Now. And I'm surprised nobody from my medical team has come in this room this whole time that we've been talking!"
Isabel placed a folded card on the table next to the hospital bed. "Joanna, I am happy to leave. I have written my number on this card, but it sounds like maybe you'd be better off exploring medical-only options for your injuries as well as seeking out a gender clinic. I do hope you find peace… little one." And with that, they stepped out of the room, leaving only Mike.
"Before I go," started Mike, "I did have an update on your financial situation. I was able to secure one of the limited number of medical grants available. They're normally reserved for people with no insurance, but I asked if they could make an exception. So if you want the cybernetic and fully-synthetic option, you won't end up in terrible debt."
Joanna was left alone as Mike walked out of the room as well. Her mind was racing, and she kept leaping wildly from thinking of being humiliated for much of her life for being different, to being controlled and manipulated by past abusers, to her current situation, to the display of magic she had seen Isabel demonstrate with Mike. It was far too much for her to take in. She was intimidated by what Isabel seemed capable of, but fascinated by an image that kept appearing in her mind: a doll-like figure that resembled her but with more curves, scampering around doing chores and flashing flirtatious smiles.
As her mind jumped back to replaying scenes of past hurt, she closed her eyes. Her exhausted brain started drifting away from reality, and luckily into sleep.
* * *
Joanna woke with a start. She had woken from a strange dream where she her body had been transformed into a body that she'd been much happier with than the one she'd had all her life, the one which was now in a hospital bed and in need of repair.
In the dream, she had felt free.
In the dream, she had felt like she was finally herself.
In the dream, she was beautiful and strong.
And in the dream, she was carrying out assorted household labor for a tall figure who didn't force her to make eye contact when she didn't want to, who didn't call her homophobic slurs for being different…
In her mind, she replayed the scene from when Mike and Isabel were in the room. Mike had come by at some point and left information about the grant on the bedside table with a note that read, "There's a list of resources for the other thing you mentioned available, if you want that too," very likely referencing a list of gender clinics.
Her ruminating was interrupted by Dr. Corsi.
"Hello, Jos---" started the doctor, but Joanna jumped in before the name could be completed.
"Hi, Jasmine. Mike brought me some news about a grant."
"Yes," responded the doctor, "he managed to get an exception to our policy for you. So the insurance is not going to be the problem that it seemed to be at first."
Joanna's heart was racing in her chest. She glanced nervously at Isabel's card, also sitting on the bedside table. "Doctor, I think… I think I'd prefer if the hospital kept the grant to be used for uninsured patients. My insurance covers some basic replacement parts. I know they won't be as nice-looking or as functional, but…" She could hardly believe what was saying right now. Something in her heart was telling her that she was doing the right thing, even though it didn't make sense to the logical part of her mind.
"Are you sure?" Jasmine looked at her quizzically. "That's very noble of you, but, if I were you, I'd take the chance to get the best option that I can."
"Doctor, I actually totally understand what you mean about the best option. I know it's a little hard to explain but… I think just the basic stuff is going to suit me just fine."
"Well, I'm glad you made a decision anyway. You're stabilized from the accident and need to move ahead with surgery so we can free up this bed. I'll send our surgical consult tech around to go through all the paperwork with you."
As Dr. Corsi left the room, Jasmine's heart continued its frantic pounding. It suddenly dawned on her what she had just done: she had put herself on a path where she'd only regain full functionality if she enlisted some magical aid or spent a long time doing physical therapy. She didn't think she had the patience for the latter, though.
Or had she really committed to that? She could always tell the surgical consult tech that she had changed her mind again and wanted to take the grant, right?
Two hours later, after the paperwork had been filled out, she had not changed her mind.
She dialed the witch's number.
* * *
"Hello, my name is Isabel, I'm here to pick up a patient, number 57-12576."
The receptionist replied, "Ah, yes, he's coming out of the recovery room right now. Go back through the double doors and he'll be in room five."
Isabel winced. To them, hearing Joanna misgendered was like nails on a chalkboard. But, as far as Isabel knew, Joanna had not informed the hospital of her real pronouns, and Isabel was not about to out her without her permission.
Isabel made their way into the patient room on the surgery wing. "Isa… Isabel…" muttered a very sleepy Joanna.
"Ah, little one, it is so wonderful to hear your voice!" Isabel beamed.
"Can you… are you going to help… Can you help me make these ugly robot legs dance? I've always wanted to dance… Oh, and my stomach… I don't want to have the dietary, um, restrictions of these bottom-of-the-line organs… And I want to look in the mirror and see my real self, and…" Joanna trailed off as her eyes filled with tears.
"Sweetheart. One thing at a time. First, no part of you is ugly. But we can make you curvier and adjust your appearance with magic, which may help you find your own beauty that has been hidden from you. I promise that I can make you dance. In fact, I love it when my dolls ask me to dance! I can enchant your belly, and we will feast together on all sorts of meals that I will teach you how to prepare. You won't have to worry about dietary restrictions, and I will keep your favorite foods on stock so that you can treat yourself when you want to."
Joanna's confusion was a mixture of surprise and anesthesia that was still wearing off. "Wouldn't the treats be just… just as rewards?"
"Oh, no, little one. I don't mete out food based on your behavior---unless, of course," they chuckled, "that kind of thing is fun and consensual for you. No, I've found that giving dolls plenty of access to delicious treats helps them learn better self-care. My intuition is telling me that you might appreciate some lessons in self-care…"
Joanna's eyes continued to leak their salty fluid. "I am not always so good with taking care of myself. Are you a harsh teacher? I am anxious…"
Isabel took Joanna's hand into their own. "Little one, I am a very direct and efficient teacher, but I try not to be harsh. I suspect you've already been harsh enough on yourself in this life. No, I am here to help you flourish as yourself, in exchange for your help around the house and… maybe sometimes in the bedroom."
Joanna's eyes dried, but her cheeks turned bright red. She had no idea what to say. She shied away from most discussions of sexuality due to being painfully manipulated in the past. She could only relate to this kind of subject in the context of her old life, which was a life she did not want to return to or think about right now.
Isabel squeezed her hand gently. "Nothing before you're ready for it, though. We can wait to talk about that. Maybe after your curves start coming in? I've been preparing the runes for that spell since our first conversation. In the meantime, there will be plenty of other tasks of mine that you'll be tending to… as soon as they let me take you home, that is," said Isabel, a sparkle appearing in her eye as she mentioned taking Joanna home.
Smiling, Joanna looked into their eyes for as long as she could before the eye contact started hurting, then looked down at her hand in theirs.
Joanna's voice was warm and eager with possibility as she said, "This one can't wait."
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Camouflaging Autistic Traits Questionnaire (CAT-Q)
I’m too sleepy to go through every question, but I wanna record my results here. I will share some info about the test, taken from embrace-autism.com.
The CAT-Q is a self-report measure of social camouflaging behaviors in adults. It may be used to identify autistic individuals who do not currently meet diagnostic criteria due to their ability to mask their autistic proclivities.
The CAT-Q measures camouflaging in general, as well as three subcategories:
Compensation — Strategies used to actively compensate for difficulties in social situation; copying body language and facial expressions, learning social cues from movies and books
Masking — Strategies used to hide autistic characteristics or portray a non-autistic persona; adjusting face and body to appear confident and/or relaxed, forcing eye contact.
Assimilation — Strategies used to try to fit in with others in social situations; performing/putting on an act, avoiding or forcing interactions with others.
SCORING
A total score of 100 or above indicates you camouflage autistic traits.
Average Scores for Autists
Total: 109-124
Compensation: 36-43
Masking: 32-37
Assimilation: 39-44
Average Scores for Neurotypicals
Total: 90-109
Compensation: 27-35
Masking: 34-38
Assimilation: 29-35
MY RESULTS
Total: 115 (average autistic range)
Compensation: 33 (average NT range)
Masking: 44 (above average for both NT & autists)
Assimilation: 38 (above average for NT, below average for autists)
Notes on my responses:
I never considered I may use masking because I’ve typically thought of myself as a fairly confident, don’t-give-a-fuck-what-others-think type of person. I’ve always enjoyed and embraced being a bit weird, silly, happy-go-lucky at times, heart-on-my-sleeve, down to earth kinda guy.
I’ve always been interested in human behavior, psychology, social interaction, which led me to reading/researching on how to come off as more likeable, approachable, or what comes off as intimidating if I need to protect myself, studying body language and how to control how others perceive me. I never questioned if this was “normal”, or if other people did or didn’t research or care about these things.
I’m realizing that beyond just finding it interesting, I wanted to learn how to be less anxious in social situations / in public, how to ensure people like me, maybe some of this is related to people pleasing behaviors I have seemed to acquire over the years.
Part of me has this intense, running anxiety of needing to be sure everyone around me is okay at all times. I am constantly scanning peoples faces, body language, tone of voice, to be sure they are not upset. Additionally, I scan my own posture, how relaxed my face is, am I smiling naturally, do I look pleasant or upset (I don’t want anyone to ask or know if I’m not okay.)
I don’t want to be seen as difficult. I don’t want to be rejected for being a problem or a burden. I don’t want to be abandoned or scare others away for having big feelings. I’m so sensitive, and not everyone can handle that.
So, I try to keep my feelings and needs extremely private. If I’m around anyone who isn’t the like two people who know me, and I trust that they accept me, I am being the pleasant and agreeable side of me. There’s no reason I need to be vulnerable with 99% of people. Interactions I have when I leave the house are mostly obligations, or people I’m talking to because I “have to.”
I mean, before the pandemic, when I was in the party scene, I loved meeting new people, socializing, making friends. BUT, I was almost always using. I hardly considered going to anywhere where I would have to remain sober. Being sober in those situations made me feel flat, overwhelmed but understimulated, bored and boring, awkward, annoyed, and I just generally didn’t know what to do with myself.
I started using drugs & alcohol at age 13, and didn’t stop until around age 30 when the pandemic hit, and I no longer went out to social events. I still use occasionally, but really only on special occasions with my partner. I feel like I’m getting to know myself for the first time through a lens not altered by substances. I mean that alone is likely a huge reason I just realized I have ADHD, and am for the first time ever considering autism.
I was put in the “gifted & talented” program in elementary school (with a bunch of other neurodivergent kids.) Major depression hit for the first time in middle school. By 8th grade I was hanging out with the “drug crowd” and stayed in those types of scenes through my twenties. When would I even have had a chance to realize I’m ND if I’ve been surrounded by other “different” kids or in social settings where everyone is using?
Anyway, after all this, I don’t understand the difference between masking and social anxiety. Nowadays, I’m not so anxious in social situations to the point I feel I need to use, but I’m also just not very interested in social events.
It’s weird, because when I think about socializing, it sounds fun, but also sounds like a lot of work. I want to do it, but it feels like a chore. I want friends, but when I’m with them, I feel like I’m going through the motions, and quickly ready to go back to doing what I want without the pressure of worrying about other people.
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Some progress I've made this month! + goals
May's not over yet, but... Well, you know that point you reach as a creative when suddenly just thinking about working on the thing you want to work on is physically painful? Well, I've hit that wall, and frankly, I'm a little sick of the migraines and nausea I keep getting from trying to push through, so I figured the next best thing would be to write up an exhilarating post summarizing the month's efforts!
The largest chunk of progress on I made on anything this month was Art Fight prep! I started pretty early this year, but unfortunately I cannot claim this as a calculated move on my part. More like my overwhelming desire to bring my designs to paper just happened to line up with the Art Fight cycle, which, surprisingly, hasn't happened before this year! I'm glad for it because it'll mean a lot less stress closer to the event. I've also decided to think of it as a good omen for this year. My mindset regarding art is at the best its been in a very long time and I'm excited to see what comes of it!
Characters in order: Jesper, Mikolaj, Silas, Lilybelle, Finlay, Fenmore, Jaks, Mila & Wenzel, and Jitterbug
These height charts are probably the best visualization I've got for this month's progress, although they don't reflect everything I made. There are three other refs for non-drifter characters that I finished this month, too. In total, that's nine refs, or eleven designs, that I've completed over the course of these twenty-eight days. I was feeling a little inadequate about that until I reminded myself that creating a functional drawing via a character design is pretty different than just making a character drawing. With the latter, you can get away with a lot of looseness and vagueness no problem, but in creating something meant to fully represent a character and communicate all the important info to another person in one go, it's a little more of an involved process. So, considering I was doing that on top of actually designing a lot of the characters more or less on the spot, I actually think I've made pretty good progress, or at least I have by my standards!
The sketched characters on the chart represent my progress on the last three characters I absolutely want to have refs for before Art Fight starts. There are three other characters I would like to have refs for if time and energy allows: River, Crow, and Antares (a character from my other project, The Already Dead), but the ones on the chart are the priority.
For context, since I can't wrap my head around measurements, I imagine the average height for a character in this world would be somewhere between Mikolaj and Silas' height.
After I've completed the height chart, I might do a bit of color touch up to improve the cohesion. In particular, Mila and Wenzel are looking a little washed out. It'll be a bit annoying because that would mean re-uploading the refs to Art Fight and to Toyhou.se and to my Google Drive art folder... but that's the price I pay for not working on everybody at once.
As for the remaining characters: Lilybelle needs to be designed completely and both Mikolaj and Jitterbug have shape designs but no color designs (I just realized I saved almost every single girl for last lol). I kinda expect the three of them, plus Jaks, to go through significant changes again by next year - the four of them have not really been marinating in my brain this past year the way the others have, so they're closer to first drafts than the others. Which is probably part of why I'm starting to feel discouraged from working on their refs, but I reaaallllyyy want to have them on my Art Fight page, so I'm just gonna suck it up. Or I will after a short break, anyways.
I've also been updating everybody's descriptions which has been fun! I don't enjoy writing spreadsheet-esque character profiles characteristic of Toyhou.se so I summarize everything on Art Fight instead. It's a little easier and more motivating to write when there's a functional purpose to it. I'm gonna do a final round of editing once everybody's up, but all the core information has been made up-to-date!
For my Last Art-Fight related point, I wanted to list out a few goals for myself for the event! The first is to get out more attacks than I have in any previous year (which should be very possible thanks to my new and much-improved process and mindset) and the second is to revenge as many people as possible, even if only with something small. I really need to balance out my battle ratio lol.
I've also began slowly-but-surely thumbnailing for OC illustrations that I'm actually genuinely interested in as well as for a few page-long micro-comics featuring my characters. There are some much longer ones I'd like to make some day, but when you have the attention span of a door knob it's hard enough to make long-form media without all the worldbuilding and lore and backstory stuff and THINKING I've gotta do on top of that. Drawing the stupid thing is easy, it's the planning stage that's a complete nightmare. So although I'm starting to plan for bigger things, I wouldn't actually expect any longform comics, or anything longer than like a page or two, for multiple years or until I get ADHD meds (If I can ever remember to do anything about that lol). But hey, itty bitty micro-comics, I can do that. I'm gonna practice with those and who knows what'll happen!
There've been a few worldbuilding developments as well, the two biggest ones being that I figured out the cultural clothing styles between all the different species (which I very much hope to make a nice post about one day) and that I cemented the concept behind faefolk a little more firmly (something else I'd love to make a post about one day). But being vague is boring so I'll just leave it at: I've got ideas and I'm hoping to share them in a fun way... eventually. Fun behind-the-scenes things are in fact happening, I swear. They're just a little stuck in my brain at the moment.
That's everything I can think of for the time being. In the next few days I might do a little bit of fun drawing but I will absolutely be taking a break from ref-making until at least June. I'm not sure what I'll do in the meantime (besides draw and go outside lmao), but Undertale, Unwound Future, and TOTK have all been on my list of Games I Want To Play for a long while, so perhaps, potentially, perchance, now is the time...
#dear drifter#progress#rambles#update#i forgot how i usually tag these things#kinda just rambling tbh#lordy my head hurts help me#in a perfect world i would be spending my break playing mystery case files 13th skull for a week straight#but we cant always have what we want CAN WE APPLE COMPUTERS.
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i accidentally turned what was supposed to be like a two sentence post into a really long rant about what’s been up w me lately woopsie expand at ur own risk
I am currently filled with so much overwhelming happiness right now. Life’s been crazy hectic this summer, and even though I’m pretty exhausted, I’m thoroughly content.
June is always a busy month for my family because me and my other two siblings all have June birthdays, so that plus a whole lot of other things have made it really hectic. This July I’ve just been so socially busy because I didn’t have time to meet up with friends at all last month. my family having two family trips this month + us hosting 4th of july + appointments + meetups and hangouts w ppl has definitely added to the almost non stop plans.
but regardless, i’m so happy right now. i’m not the most extroverted, but I’ve just done a lot of stuff lately and i’m still planning at least two other get togethers with friends. it’s been really nice (if not exhausting)
anyways i’m just really happy because i know i still have so much to look forward to and i just messaged an old friend of mine i had reconnected with recently. i love chatting with them because they’re currently the only person i know irl who understands my current hyperfixation(s) and also enjoys them.
it’s just so nice to talk to them (i love my other friends but i only have two who would understand if i went full “talking about streaming and youtube mode” and only one who’d barely understand if i went “info dumping about vtubers” mode)
anyways i’m taking up a lot more hobbies as well (resin casting, getting back into knitting, getting back into writing, started reading more again and this time it’s not just fics)
so the combinations of everything was just building up and then the other day a merch order that i’ve been eagerly awaiting since december (i preordered it but it was shipped from overseas and the shipping method i picked wasn’t available anymore so i finally payed to extra to switch the method) finally arrived and i’m so happy with it, like it made me so happy (i want MORE i’m boutta go broke and clean out their whole stock someone hold me back)
i’ve also been properly keeping up and immersing myself with one of my fandoms again and it’s just so nice to have it there and be so in the loop and it’s just so satisfying i love it i love them
anyways i’m doing great mentally physically socially and emotionally i’ve just right at this moment had the right amount of good things happen that it’s all flowing over the edge and i’m realizing how good of a mood i’ve been in lately
this has been long but tldr; i’m doing great and actually may never have been better
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Realtors Business Cards
I fully perceive when new to the business, the preliminary business cards could be poor high quality and flimsy. Once you stand up and working, make investments some money into a high quality realtor business cards business card. Even although a business card seems to imply very little in the general scheme of your business, it's the first impression and poorly made cards help Realtors lose credibility.
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Can LED lights change halogen bulbs?
The illumination and appearance of your headlight are strictly based according to your own opinion. I think a great deal of people are actually realizing that led headlight is a looks point and that the functionality of it is not what it's constructed to be. A lot of makers satisfaction on the light result of their headlights, and it does aid in bettering one's visibility on the road.
On the brightess, LED headlight upgrades are also much brighter than incandescent with a much more concentrated beam. Although LED headlights are that they are more expensive than basic halogen light bulbs. Their long life as well as power performance make them a great investment in the lengthy run. And also LED lights are constructed to last. One LED headlight might last you 25,000 hours. That implies that you may have the ability to utilize a collection of LED headlights for decades prior to you require to replace them.
A solitary LED headlight light bulb can last longer than greater than 300 incandescent lights, more than 40 halogen lights, and also more than 25 high-intensity discharge (HID) lights. The third value of having the led front lights bulbs is that they typically provide much better top quality light. Boosted visibility, this is by far the largest benefit that LED fronts lights to have more than other sorts of lights. This is particularly crucial for lorries that traverse rough terrain or those that are on the roadway often, such as vehicles.
The headlight light bulb output reduces by a percent over a short period of time and also for that reason the demand to change them.
Except the lumen outcome, led front lights still obtain various other advantagse, consisting of:
- They eat much less power. In the Led bulb, nearly all the power is transformed into light making use of a producing diode. The outcome is a whiter and also much more specified light and also a lot more effective. Along with higher brightness, LED bulbs eat significantly much less energy, which eventually lowers the tons on the generator and also permits you to save on gas.
- They are extra modern-day style. LED fronts lights can be found in a choice of numerous layouts that give an opportunity to add some individuality to their autos and vehicles. Whiter light brightens much more brilliant, and also visually, it is much more modern-day
- They offer far better clarity than yellow light. LED lights have the ability to switch over shades from xenon white to amber yellow depending on the setting your automobile remains in. As well as they can create a light area almost the same as halogen in haze lights.
- What you'll enjoy regarding them is the fact they have a service life of approximately thirty thousand hours, they feature reduced voltage protection and also are additionally twice as brilliant contrasted to equip halogen fronts lights.
- LED light bulbs are often waterproof, shielded by a special real estate. Consequently, the visibility of wetness in their work will certainly not affect them.
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Testimonies From an Empath
Emotions for instance fear, fury, and frustration happen to be energies. Like the virus, you can possibly "catch" them from your peers without having realizing it. Empathic people can be clairvoyant sponges that soak up energy everywhere they go. In my twenties and thirties, I used to be so vitality sensitive that in the event that I heard a good ambulance siren, We would feel instant panic. If I actually come upon an crash scene or even a homeless person, I cried. If I observed an open injury, We would feel some thing like the shock all over my figure. In traffic, We felt the anger and frustration of my fellow drivers so keenly that my throat would close upward and i also could certainly not swallow. Once i was throughout my prayer closet, I would weep, groan, shake, and even travail on behalf of others. These types of and similar cases were so popular for me i thought everyone felt this way. My partner and i had no idea that I was a great empath. I experienced never heard about like a thing.
Nevertheless I quickly learned that I am not alone within my empathic abilities, that can be both a gift along with a curse. In section 2 of the new book, In whose Stuff Is This?, I share stories from your empaths We interviewed as part of my analysis. There is the wide variety involving situations in which often folks have realized by themselves as an end result of this user-friendly gift. Many of these individuals have just understood they are empaths; other medication is veteran empaths who will be using this particular intuitive gift since part of their very own healing practice.
website evaluated said that it includes both saved the life and broken his heart. "I thought I has been an agoraphobic for the longest mainly because when I had been around a lot of people My partner and i felt overwhelmed, inches said Jonathan. " get more info thought it had been anxiety, but then I began to be ready to tell if someone was lying down to me. This can hurt to be able to know someone you love is lying for your face. "
Anyone We heard from explained she if your woman drove past a serious car accident, the lady would feel most the emotions of the people involved, including typically the confusion of the person who acquired just died at the scene. If presently there was someone inside the car ready, she felt uncomfortable about crying plus having to explain why she has been crying.
Samantha says being an empath is generally draining. "You may feel grim or have to prepare yourself to get around people. This makes it unattainable down to exactly what you truly experience instead of precisely what others are projecting to you, " says Samantha. "There will be a few people who find themselves very good at disguise. Their strength may feel beneficial in the beginning, but these people can't keep up the wall lengthy. "
Julie Isaac states she has usually known that your woman picked up people's emotional energy, but she didn't realize she was picking up their pain and pains, simply because well.
"For decades I thought I got a hypochondriac until one Thursday night time when I recognized with every fiber of my being that will I was planning to have a center attack. Likely to include! There was zero pain, so there was clearly no reason to go to the hospital to inform them i would shortly be using a coronary heart attack. I decided to look at TV plus relax until We felt something of which would tell me it can time to visit the hospital. Then, instantly, the feeling/knowing removed. It was thus bizarre. The up coming day, Friday, My partner and i went to function and my employer was out ill. On Monday, they will told us of which she had a center attack on Thursday night. That's after i realized I has not been a hypochondriac; I had been picking up on other's physical strength. inches
Fortunately, typically the gift of sympathy may be developed in addition to utilized to help other people without causing damage to yourself. Hillary Raimo may be the owner and author of the signature UNtraining� series. As a good empath she feels energy and can tune in to the particular emotional energy involving another individual, animal, or even event in order to read it. She says the particular gift can generally be dismissed by others or wrong for psychological concerns. Hillary pursued psychology in college therefore she could better understand herself, but when she began to be able to explore shamanistic in addition to psychic studies, that clicked that your woman was empathic just about all her life. The lady now uses this gift in your ex act as an user-friendly healer.
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