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season of the witch - j. miller

a/n: first joel fic! got super into this one, and it's super long. uhhhh hope you enjoy and happy october! also want to give a huge shoutout to @luveline for her au writing and her luna lovegood!reader which was a huge inspiration to this fic. love you jade!! warnings: spooky themes, kissing, mentions of yearning, don't think too deeply about the dialogue sometimes i kind of hate this ok, ellie and reader being best friends, dana struggling, like kind of horror stuff, some angst, burns, mentions of murder word count: 5.1k summary: you've lived in the small town of everbrook for a while now, and you thought nothing could shock you anymore. you're wrong. paring: monsterhunter!joel x witch!reader now playing: season of the witch - donavan "you've got to pick up every stich/oh no, must be the season of the witch"

Ever since you moved to Everbrook, you could tell everyone around you thought of you as odd. You were twenty-two, what were you doing living in a small old cabin outside of town? Didn’t you want to go to parties, do drugs, whatever it was that kids did these days?

Maybe that’s why you loved Everbrook, it felt like time had stood still even now, years after you had visited as a small child. There was something charming about it, as if you had stepped into a fairytale. Only fairytales had less gossip than Everbrook did.

You had frequented Everbrook every Halloween as a kid. Your grandmother had lived in your cabin once, and much like you, she had a house and a mind full of secrets and spells. Your grandfather died before you were born, and that was when your grandmother hauled all her things to buy this cozy nook of Everbrook.

And every Halloween, she would whisk you and your siblings away to celebrate. The town loved Halloween and was known for its fairs and parades. And it’s dark corners.

To tourists, just like you were as a kid, whispers of vampires, ghosts and witches were just silly ways to get them to buy merchandise.

But your grandmother swore by these stories, telling you to be careful of how you spoke ill of the supernatural. And it was only on your fourteenth birthday did you truly find out why.

You could never describe it, why your grandmother showed up on the dark and stormy night that was the eve of your birthday. It was like she knew something was going on, something bigger than just turning fourteen.

When you woke up the next morning, you couldn’t control anything. Things flew off your shelves before you could fully grab them, candles lit with nothing but a gentle blow of wind from your mouth, and when you went to school that day, an infamous bully had decided to pick on you the wrong day. You just glared at her, telling her to “eat frogs.”

As the first frog hopped out of her mouth, you stood horrified. Then the next one came. And the next one.

You didn’t stop running until you got home, where your grandmother sat, swirling her spoon in her cup of tea. Her hand didn’t touch the spoon. She told you that day of the truth. That every other generation, a child is chosen to become a witch in your family. Your father missed it. And she told you the story of your grandfather, a monster hunter sent to kill her. But something had happened on that mission, something no one could explain. They had fallen in love.

And for years, your grandfather was able to tell the entire hunting community that she was off limits. When he died, he told her to move to Everbrook.

“Why Everbrook?” You had asked, and she looked at you, with this mischievous smile.

“Surely you understand, my dear.” When you said nothing, she chuckled. “There’s magic there. Magic that keeps hunters from going anywhere near the place. That’s why there are so many monsters there today. Witches, like me and you, we’re harder to find. But vampires, ghosts, demons. They’re all real. And a lot of them live on sacred land like Everbrook.” She explained. “That’s why we must go, and I must teach you how to control your gifts—”

You stood up, seemingly horrified by this idea. You weren’t some kind of freak; you were totally normal. You had no reason to go with her.

“I’m not going with you! I’m nothing like you!” You stormed off to your room, inclining her to drop the topic for now.

Time and time again, your grandmother would encourage you to let her teach you. Instead, you sheltered yourself away from the world, focusing on maintaining the abilities you had. They terrified you. You were just a kid, how could you be a scary witch, something that was made up to scare small children into behaving?

So, you never went to your grandma’s house again. And you didn’t celebrate Halloween, and for a long time, you pretended. Pretended you were normal, when you went to college, in your relationships.

But the past eventually caught up with you when your grandmother passed away. She had left you her house in Everbrook, as well as a small sum of money. She had written you a letter, begging you to move there, to read her old books and to embrace who you were.

It took you almost a year, but you did.

That was a long time ago, and yet, it was also yesterday.

You lived a peaceful life in Everbrook. You learned how to at least properly manage your magic, not yet totally mastering it. You planted a garden and made sure your vegetables and herbs were always taken care of.

You made friends with various groups of monsters, your favorite being a ghost that haunted your favorite coffee shop in town. You live a good life, one devoid of people chasing you and trying to kill you for what you could do. You were simple the village crazy person, always on the outskirts of town in your own little world.

Sure, Everbrook was a small, quaint town. A little too small at times, but you loved your small crazy time. Nothing went exceptionally wrong here.

That is, until you meet a monster hunter named Joel.

• • •

Okay, you don’t know he’s a monster hunter when you meet him. He doesn’t know you’re a witch, so what did it matter?

He had moved to Everbrook with a kid, Ellie. You wondered why. Why a man in his late forties, early fifties, would adopt a teenager, and why they would move to this strange little town, away from everything.

You meet him in the bookstore. You, in between tending to your garden and learning spells, are determined to learn how to bake. You’re a good cook, but baking doesn’t come nearly as easily to you.

He’s shopping for comic books when you see him. You note everything about him, letting your head tilt to the side as you examine him. He wears this green and black flannel, appropriate for this time of year. His jeans are this dark blue, and his boots have leaves sticking to the bottom of them. The roots of his hair, and small pieces of his beard, are gray.

You bite your tongue.

You’re suddenly seventeen years old, with your first real crush on a guy. He was your older brother’s best friend. You suppose you’ve always had a thing for older guys, then. It was just a habit you’ve picked up on. Not that you weren’t of an appropriate age, but there was still a gap.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you it was rude to stare?” He asks, not looking up from the comic he’s inspecting. Your head turns, trying to tell if he’s talking to you or someone else. Besides the bored employee at the front counter, you’re the only two people in the store.

“How’d you know I was staring?” He chuckles, looking up to you for the first time, and he’s struck by your appearance. You’re wearing these dangly crystal earrings, with lavender flowers sticking out of your belt. You wear boots too, although they’re much less dirty than his, and sticking out of them are bunched up woolly socks. You’re holding a basket, with a loaf of bread inside, as well as a jar of jam and some chocolates. Your shirt is this deep purple, and the sleeves become nice and flowy after your elbows.

“Just had this feelin’, darling.” Your cheeks flush at the nickname.

“This feeling?” You mutter to yourself, not really asking for clarification. You take a few steps forward, flipping through the comic books. You don’t look at him. “Looking for anything specific?”

“Comics for my... for a friend. Turnin’ fourteen, figured I should get her something.” He tells you. You cringe at the age, remembering your horrible fourteenth birthday.

“You have a friend that’s a fourteen-year-old girl?” You question, a light teasing tone to your voice. He gives you this look, one of sarcasm and disbelief, without a touch of annoyance or anger.

“Will you just give me a suggestion, or are you going to keep asking questions?” He asks.

“Touche.” You say, before pulling out a cool sci-fi one that had been recommended to you. “Here, get her this one.” You hand it to him, and he examines it for a few minutes, seemingly trying to get a grip on what it is and what the plot was. But, he figures his friend will enjoy it, so he glances back at you and smiles.

“Thank you,” He pauses, asking you for your name without asking for it. You tell him, and he still has this small smile on his face. “I’m Joel. Joel Miller. Am I gonna be seein’ you around?” He asks. You shrug.

“I live on the outskirts of town, in this little cottage. I only come into town every so often.”

“The old brick one with the overgrown garden?” You frown. “I live in that area, in the cabin with the blue mailbox.”

“My garden is not overgrown, Mr. Miller, it’s just full!” You defend. But it perplexes you, no one except introverts and people who want to stay hidden live in that area. You wonder what Joel Miller could possibly be hiding but convince yourself for the moment that Joel Miller is just an introvert. After all, that’s what you tell people when they ask about you. He chuckles, shaking his head.

“Then I’ll see you around, Darlin’.” He hums, and nods to you, “Thanks for the help.” Then he goes to the counter to pay for the gift, and then he’s gone. You must have this perplexed look on your face, because the woman at the counter, Angela, just smirks as she rings you up.

“He’s handsome, huh?”

“What?”

“The guy you were talking to.”

“Well, I can’t say he’s not handsome.” Your face flushes. She laughs, although not maliciously. \

“Even fairies who live on the outskirts of town like you deserve love.”

“’m not a fairy...” You mumble as you make your way out of the shop, head turning down the sidewalks to see if you can spot Joel. When you can’t, you begin your long walk home, disappointment stabbing at you the whole time.

• • •

The next time you see Joel, you go to his house.

You don’t go to see Joel, but you made these homemade chocolate chip cookies, and they turned out a lot better than you expected. You want to share your creation with someone, so you head to the cabin with the blue mailbox in hopes of finding the young girl he lives with and giving her them as a birthday present.

You decide, on the off chance that you do see Joel, to wear this cute dark green jumper, with a black layered skirt, as well as your standard black boots. You put your hair up with a bandana and head over to your destination. It’s colder than it was the other day when you met him, but it’s nice.

In your basket, you keep the cookies, as well as a bundle of flowers from your garden. You knock on the door, and a young girl answers, her hair pulled back. She wears ripped jeans, an Adventure Time tee shirt and a long-sleeved black shirt under it.

“Uh... Can I help you?” She asks.

“Hi! Does Joel live here?” You’re sure he does, but you want to make sure just in case. The girl gets this smirk on her face, and you feel your ears go red.

“You’re the one from the bookstore.”

“…He told you about me?”

“Won’t shut up about you. I’m Ellie.” She smiles, and opens the door further, inviting you to come in. “He’s upstairs, I can grab him for you—”

“Uh, I’m actually here to see you.” She stops and looks at you. “He told me it was your birthday, and I decided to give you these.” You pull out the cookies and the flowers and hand them to her. She gasps at the sight of the cookies, delicately putting the flowers down before grabbing a cookie. She hums, looking to you.

“These are amazing! I haven’t had good cookies in so long, Joel isn’t much of a baker,”

“Neither am I, honestly. I’m still learning, but I figured it was your birthday and you deserve some.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” She hums, finishing her cookie.

From the top of the stairs, you hear a familiar voice yell out, “Ellie, who was at the door?”

“Come down here and find out, old man!” You laugh, but quickly stop laughing when he comes down the stairs. His hair is wet from the shower. You want to scream at how good he looks. He just stares at you, and neither of you says anything until you decide to go first.

“Uhm, I brought cookies.” You say, “I’m sorry for the intrusion.”

“No, no, you didn’t intrude... I just, wasn’t expecting you is all.” He says honestly. You begin to look around a bit at your surroundings and realize that Joel and Ellie have been living the bachelor life, and there aren’t many boxes. You wonder if they had any boxes to begin with, since it seems they’re close but there’s something off about the whole dynamic. You can’t put your finger on it, but you see that Ellie clearly isn’t here against her will.

But who are you to judge? You live a witch’s life, and that isn’t something you share on a first date.

“Well, help yourself to a cookie,”

“Hey! You said these were my birthday cookies!”

“Ellie!” Joel scolds, looking back at you. “Would you like a cup of coffee?”

“Sure, that would be nice.” You smile, and he gets you one. “Would you like to go outside to talk?” You ask softly, and he just smiles and nods, grabbing a cookie before going out with you and your coffee. You lean against the porch railing, sipping your coffee. You wait for him to begin the conversation, suddenly quite nervous.

“So…How long have you lived in Everbrook?”

“A while. Are you gonna be here for a while?” You ask.

“I think so. I like it here, nice, and quiet.”

“Yeah, it’s nice.” You hum. “How’d you wind up with Ellie?”

“I uhm… I adopted her. Knew her folks.”

“Oh, I’m sorry...”

“’s alright...” He smiles gently and sips his coffee. “She liked that comic book you recommended, so thanks...”

“No problem. She’s a nice kid.” You smile.

“So, what’s your deal, Darlin’?”

“My deal?”

“You’re always dressed in these crazy outfits, and you have this dazed look about you. Like a little bunny.” Your face flushes, and you laugh.

“I just like living the simple life. So, what if I dress a little eccentrically? You dress like a lumberjack all the time, am I gonna see you chopping trees?” You tease, smiling gently. He laughs and it makes you all warm inside. Maybe he really likes you.

“No, no chopping trees for me.” he said gently, leaning against the banister.

“Well, what do you do for work?” He pauses and stares out into the forest ahead of him.

“I used to be a hunter.”

A chill runs down your spine, and you begin to think. It would make sense, his sudden showing up in Everbrook, his interest in you. But how does that connect back to Ellie? Why would he adopt a teenager in his line of work?

Why hasn’t he killed you, then?

“Yeah. My grandfather was a hunter. Until he met my grandmother, then he couldn’t do it anymore.”

Joel stays silent, sipping his coffee.

• • •

About a week goes by, and Joel shows up at your door. The top part of your door is swung open and you’re cooking dinner when he walks up the path through your garden. He calls your name into the open door, and you quickly appear. You grin at him, and then you notice the bouquet of wildflowers he holds in his hands.

“These are for you.” he says softly, and you take them, a large grin on your face.

“Thank you. They’re gorgeous.” You tell him.

“Pretty girl like you deserves pretty flowers.” He says, and your cheeks flush.

“Please, come in.” You tell him, opening the bottom of the Dutch door. He steps inside, and notices how warm it is. Not temperature wise, but there’s this feeling to it. Warm yellow lights, plants everywhere, the smell of dinner cooking on the stove. Somewhere from deeper in the house, music plays.

“What’re you cookin’?”

“Oh, I’m making chicken parm…Do you want to stay for dinner?” You’ve never asked anyone to stay for dinner, it’s a bizarre feeling.

“I’d like that.”

“Alright, good. Then set the table, and then we can eat.” You tell him. He hums and goes to do as he is told. Eventually, you manage to plate and serve dinner, sitting across from him. You watch him for his reaction to the food, and after a few bites he just hums lowly, and looks at you, pointing to the dish with his fork, not saying anything. You grin. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Thank you for having me for dinner. I came over to apologize, really.”

“Apologize?”

“I didn’t mean to tell you I was a hunter. I know how off putting that could be for someone, to hear I hunted animals.”

You can’t confirm your suspicions that he was hunting more than just animals. So you let it go, in favor for him not pushing you and finding out that you were a witch.

“It’s alright, Joel. Everyone has to make a living somehow, right?” You hum. He smiles and nods. “So, where’s Ellie tonight?”

“Eh, I wanted to give her some time to herself.”

“Good man.” You smile, continuing to eat your food.

“Where’d you happen to come upon this little cottage?” He asks you, tilting his head.

“I inherited it from my grandmother.” You told him, a soft smile on your face, as there always was when you thought of her. “She was a good woman. She passed away when I was twenty-one.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He tells you, and you can tell by this look in his eyes that there’s something more to his sentiment. That this is a man who has known grief well and is haunted by it. You wonder if he toured the country killing people like you before or after he became good friends with grief.

“It’s okay. I got to move here and live a good life.” You confess, and this makes him smile again. Then, you can’t help but ask. “Why’d you move to Everbrook, Joel?” He tenses at your questions. You can tell he’s contemplating what to tell you. You know whatever he tells you will only be a half truth no matter what.

“Ellie got into some trouble where I used to live. Figured a place like this would be good for her. Safe.” You can tell it’s not a lie, but you aren’t satisfied with it. That’s when you realize you have to know. You do know that all hunters have the same tattoo, right above their inner elbow on their biceps. It’s always a bow and arrow, with the hunter’s initials incorporated into the arrow. You also know the tattoo is protected by some sort of seal that burns most creatures to the touch. You have to know. So, with a wave of your hand, subtly, the glass of wine Joel drinks from spills all over his flannel, and he huffs.

“Oh my god, here,” You start handing him napkins as he attempts to clean up the mess. He glances up at you, and his eyes have this look about them. Like he knows you were the reason it spilt. Then, he starts to unbutton and pull off his flannel before he suddenly remembers that you would see his Hunter’s mark. You realize he knows your plan and stand, going over to him and dabbing his flannel with your napkin.

“C’mon Joel, take the flannel off.” You sigh, and he says nothing. He slowly begins to pull off the flannel, but before you can really look for a tattoo, his hands are on your waist, pulling you between his legs.

He leans up and kisses you before you can see the tattoo. You put your hands on his cheeks and kiss back, bringing yourself closer to him. He hums into the kiss, standing up and walking, so that you’re up against your counter tops.

His hands are roaming your sides, and you groan softly into the kiss. The desperation you’ve had since you met him, it all comes to a head. Your hands first go to his hair, where they play with his hair, including the grays that threaten to push you over the edge.

Despite your suspicions that he wants to kill you, you want him desperately. You groan as he bites your lip, tugging it a bit, and you just moan. Your hand runs down his arm, because just for a moment, you forget the context of the kiss.

You pull away when your hand starts to burn, letting out a yell.

He looks terrified that you’ve found him out. Tears prick your eyes.

“I knew it..” You whisper softly, turning to run your hand under cold water. Joel’s tattoo glows, as it always did when anything supernatural touched it. “I think you should go.”

“Darlin’, I—”

“Go, Joel! I don’t want you here, just fucking kill me when I’m walking home from the market! Don’t kiss me like you want me when you’re here to kill me!” You snap, tears running down your face. He doesn’t say anything after that. He steps forward and kisses your shoulder gently.

He turns and leaves, and even though you tell him to leave, you turn back hoping to see him.

The worst part is that nothing makes sense anymore. He’s stronger than you. If he wanted to kill you, he could have. And how does Ellie fit into the situation, why would he move to a magical town with a teenage girl?

You’re frustrated, and your hand is burning. You cry some more as you attempt to clean the spilt wine, frustrated that it stains the rug that the table stands on. You were such an idiot, why would you let him kiss you? Why would you kick him out after?

You decide a cup of tea will help clear your mind, but you don’t stop crying all night.

• • •

The full moon looks beautiful tonight. You’ve charged your crystals and have done your monthly rituals to enable a prosperous month ahead. So, at around midnight, you go for a walk through the woods. Even though you know how dangerous it is. The woods, on nights like tonight, are full of werewolves. But most of them live in their own woods across town, so you don’t expect to have any problems.

As you’re walking, you’re thinking about Joel. You can’t help it, your kiss has you yearning for more, and you’re just desperate for him. You’re too deep in your thoughts to hear footsteps behind you, until someone grabs your arm and you’re pulled behind a tree.

And when you see Joel, you’re even more mad at him.

“What’re you doin’ here?!” He whisper-yells, and you glare.

“What are you doing here?! I’m allowed to go for walks whenever I want, you aren’t the boss of me!”

“Always so damn in your own mind, could you consider for a moment that I’m just trying to make sure you’re okay?!”

“You’re here to kill me!”

“I’m here to make sure Ellie doesn’t kill anyone or get herself killed!”

You stop.

“What...?” That’s when you hear it, a howl. It sends a shiver down your spine. And that’s when it all clicks. Joel isn’t hunting you; he isn’t here to kill you. Ellie isn’t a kid he adopted from a friend, she’s someone he’s assigned to protect. He used to hunt, but not anymore. “She’s a werewolf.” You look at him.

“And you’re a witch, are we all caught up now?”

“How’d you know?’

“Before the mark burnt you and you spilled my wine? I just knew. I hunted people for years, but you witches, you always have these cabins in the woods, and you’re always baking, and you always have flowers. It’s like y’all are one big stereotype—” He’s cut off by your lips on his, and his hands are on your hips again, pushing you against a nearby tree. You hum before he pulls away, starting to kiss down your neck.

“Joel...” You say softly, your hands in his hair.

“I’ve got you, sweet thing...” He mutters, biting down on your neck, leaving a mark.

Ellie howls again, closer now. It snaps you both out of your trance and you look to each other. He grabs your hand, and you make your way through the woods, back to your cabin. He’ll make sure you get home safe, and then he’ll continue to look after Ellie. But he hears it before you—Panting, pattering steps behind you.

“Run!” He tells you and you both take off. Twigs scrape the bottoms of your legs and your arms as you run, never letting go of Joel’s hand. Your skirt catches on one of these branches and you topple over, letting go of Joel’s hand. Before he can reach you, Ellie is on top of you—She’s smaller than other werewolves you’ve encountered but the weight of her fur is too much. She has you caged in, and she has this snarl on her face.

Then, the strangest thing happens. She starts to sniff your skin, as if trying to figure out who you are.

“It’s me, Ellie. It’s just me, ‘m not gonna hurt you, honey.” You tell her. And it’s as if a lightbulb switches inside of her head, and suddenly she’s licking your face, happy you’re here. You groan at the slober, and gently push her head away from you.

She backs off, letting you get up. You kneel back down to scratch her head.

“Why were we running if we knew she wouldn’t kill me?” You ask.

“Didn’t know that. She doesn’t attack me, but she’s attacked others.” He tells you. You hum, picking up a stick and waving it in front of her face, before throwing it as far as you can. She runs off to get the stick. It makes you laugh.

You stand fully now, glancing back to Joel.

“So…”

“I gotta finish looking after her. She’s my mission now.” You nod, stepping closer to him.

“Well..” You start, your hands on his shoulders. “You could at least kiss me again.” He grins and leans down, kissing you softly before pulling away.

“Like that?”

“Hmm, I was thinking something with a little more passion...” You shrug. “It was okay, I guess.” You tease, and he smiles, then brings you in for a longer, deeper kiss.

You spend all night with Joel, looking after Ellie and kissing until dawn. When the morning comes, you go out in search of Ellie on your own, a blanket and some pajamas in hand. Joel’s searching the other way. You find her, cold and alone, huddled up by herself. You frown.

You crouch beside her and wrap the blanket around her, frowning softly.

“Sorry I licked you.” She says softly. You recognize the tone of her voice. Her shame in who she is. You empathize with it, remembering how horrible it was to be fourteen. You smile and hand her the clothes.

“Don’t worry about it.” You turn so she can get dressed, but the blanket remains wrapped around her shoulders. You realize she doesn’t have shoes on. You frown and pull off your boots, kneeling in front of her. You gently put your socks on her feet, and then your boots. You lace them up, and make sure they’re nice and tight. “There. Nice and warm.”

You glance back up to her, and you see tears running down her face. You frown and bring a hand to cup her cheek. She doesn’t have to say anything, you know she feels ashamed and embarrassed of her newfound abilities.

“Oh, honey… You don’t have to apologize. I was bitter and angry when I became a witch, and it destroyed me. You come from a very long line of werewolves, and—”

“I’m the first one. I got bit six months ago.” You frown. That’s why this wasn’t Joel’s first time watching over her on a full moon. And you’ve heard of werewolves biting kids before they’re fourteen and starting a new line of the creature.

“Then I’ll teach you. How to live this life, how to be happy in your own skin. It won’t be easier, but embracing who you are is so much easier than ignoring it. I’ll be here every step of the way, and so will Joel. We’re not gonna leave you to deal with this on your own.” You tell her, and when you stand up finally, she hugs you tightly. You smile to yourself and hug back.

“You two okay?” Joel asks when he finally finds you two. Ellie wipes her tears and smiles at him.

“Yeah, let’s go home. I’m sick of these woods, and I want breakfast!” she declares. You laugh, rubbing her back and beginning your walk to their cabin.

This is it, you decide. This man and this girl, they’re it for you. They are your happy ending, your family. Sure, it’s not the most conventional family, what, with a werewolf, a witch, and a monster hunter. But it’s yours, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t thrilled to have them.

You have spent so many years longing for someone to see who you are and love you despite your freakish abilities. But all along, you were meant to be around freaks who are just like you. You are designed to be each other’s family, and you were always destined for the fate of your grandmother—To fall in love with a monster hunter and live a quiet life in Everbrook as you perfect your spells.

Joel looks back at you for a moment with this perplexed look on his face.

“Darlin’, where the hell are your shoes?”

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xenonsdoodles · 4 months

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Dimimi!

DIMIMI!

(first of all I have to note that this was sent approximately one second after I reblogged the post. incredible. thanks so much)

First impression:

I was obliquely aware of throuses long before I actually played it, so on my first actual playthrough it was something like “oh right it’s this guy. people are weird about this guy. surely I won’t be weird about this guy.”

Impression now:

I cannot overstate how weird I am about this guy.

Favorite moment:

So the thing is that if I try to pick anything that’s a major part of the plot I am just going to end up picking like. half the scenes in the entire route. Instead of doing that I’m going to say I liked the support where he tricked Ashe into telling him which sweets to buy him. That was cute.

Honorable mention: in my VW run when he killed my (comically over-leveled) Byleth in one hit and I had to go back in time and do some Actual Strategical Thinking to keep him from doing it again. I was yelling in real life.

Idea for a story:

I have simultaneously a lot and not enough :)

One of them is a potentially multi-chapter mess in which he and Felix gradually repair their friendship using Byleth as a go-between, which might end up being good. Or I might never get it to a point where I like it enough to post. idk. explodes in a silly way

Unpopular opinion:

I love curating my fandom experience so that I barely ever see bad takes about him and I don’t have to engage if I do :)

Uhhhh unpopular opinion: I love him so much (it’s unpopular because my irl friends keep bullying me for it) (I use the word “bullying” lightheartedly here ofc, we all love mimi in this house)

Favorite relationship:

I mean do I really need to. do I really need to say what it is. I think we are all well aware of my favorite relationship for Dimitri, by this point,

…ok honestly though I am actually pretty picky about what variety of dimileth I actually like. The deeply weird version of their dynamic that exists in my head Compels Me and I am doing my absolute best to communicate through my art and fic what the hell that actually means. So far I don’t know if I’ve been successful but I sure am going to keep trying.

ALSO. I am not exclusively a dimileth enjoyer, and I LOVE so many of his relationships that aren’t necessarily romantic. Dimitri’s arc is about, among other things, learning to recognize that people love him and that it’s okay to lean on them if he needs to, and god do his friends really love him so fucking much. I got his paired ending with Dedue in my og run, and they are. So important to me. I can see them as platonic or romantic and it doesn’t matter because either way they love each other and they save each other’s lives all over again every single day and I am Definitely Not Crying About It.

Favorite headcanon:

I have a lot of small and mostly unspoken headcanons in mind when I write and draw him, but it’s hard to articulate any one of them on its own. I’m gonna serve my own All Of You Are Weird Aspecs character agenda and say I think he’s grey-aro, grey-ace, bi, and Not Normal About It and no I’m not projecting in any way who said that

obligatory Him

#fire emblem #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #he's just such a fucking guy. such a fucking guy who I love so much he's so special to me #he :')#ask meme #talking

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locke-n-k3y · 2 months

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OKK SORRY FOR TWO ASKS IN LIKE SPAN OF FIVE MINUTES-

Me and @koymoa are making a whole bunch of tma ocs and uhhhh we’ve split the fears up so we each have seven to make avatars for- and we’ll make a new bunch of employees for the archives ahehdhsrhhaghsj

So some ideas i have which aren’t many however!!

-The desolation: An artist who finds her artwork burned and torn when she wakes up and slowly starts to go crazy trying to figure out whats happening and ends up dying in a house fire and becomes an avatar from there on out

-The flesh: A kid who fell into a meat grinder while running from his bullies in the first years of the meat grinder itself

-The lonely: An officeworker who finds that whatever he does and whoever he’s with, he’s always lonely

-The buried: Coffinmaker who gets pulled into one of their coffins/buried alive

Again I haven’t listened to enough of tma for all of these to be lore accurate and quill hasn’t listened to any tma so these are mainly just silly little guys! Working my way through tma and ohhh my godd john stop spying on your employees dear god/j hehhee

THIS IS SO COOL MAKING AVATAR OCS IS SUCH A RITE OF PASSAGE!! MEAT GRINDER KID MY BELOVED Jon is such a loserboy<33

#others ocs #ALSO I LOVE THE DESOLATION CONCEPT #HONESTLY THEY'RE ALL SO GOOD AAAHHH

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ratgingi · 2 months

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hey girl(gn) can you tell me about cod stuff. they seem silly 2 me

I SURE CAN BESTIE

ok so I have a whole list of favorites I won't get into but my tops right now are uhhhh könig nikto and krueger

könig is just a massive dude with social anxiety and he was bullied most of his life growing up for that + being Fucking Massive and he wanted to become a sniper but they told him he was too big and too fidgety so now he's an insertion specialist and a literal human battering ram . funfact on one mission he was rescuing hostages and they had to be convinced to go with him because he was just so fuckgin scary </3 anyway he's very sillay to me and in one of his voice lines if you make a kill with a sniper rifle he makes a comment like 'and they said i couldn't be a sniper' he's so bitchy i love him. also his 'mask' is just a shirt he cut eyeholes in

krueger is. kind of just a murderer that they let be in the military which is hilarious to me. hes fleeing murder charges and was in the military under a different name and then killed civilians and dipped before he could be taken away and now he's back in the military and claims innocence all the way through. he's so unhinged and he's like if könig were shorter and stinkier (even though he technically was here first)

nikto is so cool to me he is this big ass russian dude who like. got captured and tortured and his face got uber disfigured bc of it . so he always wears a mask. also he has a dissociative disorder and often refers to himself as we in dialogues which is so swag to me.

OH also there's a guy named gromsko who is like the ultimate silly the whole reason he joined the military was bc as a kid he used to have nightmares abt a guy on an armored horse bc of a painting in his grandma's house and when he got older and found out who the painting actually was he thought it was sick as hell and wanted to Become that guy so he joined the military. also he has a voice line where he just goes "HA i almost shat myself" in polish and he sounds so happy saying it its so funny

also we have a canon lesbian her name is laswell and she's even like. got a pretty decent role in the series and she's so pretty and I love her so much. she's so incredible to me

there's a ton of other really good characters too like gaz and farah and valeria and velikan and swagger and horangi and roach and mace and ghost and price and so many others that are just so good ok

#i dont acrually care anything about the main plot for the most part except for my favorites that it happens to effect #a majority of my favs are just random dudes with nothing to do with the actual campaign HEUAGDAUDGAJF #interactions #gun game

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louisisalarrie · 28 days

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The double standards in this fandom are sometimes crazy! People both here (especially one “Larrie” blog) and on Twitter going crazy about how embarrassing Louis is and how stupid he is because of ONE like, and at the same time the same people are praising Harry and go all #freeharry when he’s modelling with his newest fake girlfriend in NY.

Sorry, but why is it, that people feel sorry for Harry and his closet, but Louis gets called out every time he tries to keep up the straight image. We haven’t have a stunt gf/date since the Sofie disaster and if some likes and follows on IG can keep it at that, could we then just happy and not call him out every time

Sorry for the rant! And I know you are not “guilty” in this, I just needed to get it out. I seriously feel sorry for Louis and lot of the time because his fans sometimes is so quick to stab him in the back!

Holaaaaa anon. im pretty sure I know the exact account you’re talking about hahaha. There are a couple like that which are pretty popular, and it’s very frustrating. Craaazy double standards go on between louis and harry, and I think a lot of it is because Harry’s got a glass closet going on. His actions look like he’s bashing at the door, trying to get out, being himself as much as he can and being loud. He’s all but confirmed he’s not straight, and we see him actively jumping around with the pride flag and being flamboyant and very touchy with men.

The uhhhh not hate, but frustration, towards louis, mostly comes from it appearing that he doesn’t even wanna come out. That he’s just not even trying anymore. That he’s not being loud, or true to himself, and he’s just doing the bare minimum for us, and for himself. That he’s too focused on appearing straight for his career now and is compliant with his forced closeting.

However, the lack of louis’ overt pushing, means a lack of stunts. The Big Gay War in 2015 is a great example. He was pushing soooooo hard, and got stuck with the most godawful stunt ever. Mind you, louis took a lot on his shoulders when it came to closeting during the 1d years. I’m absolutely not saying that Harry didn’t, but louis did more and more to give Harry a little more freedom every time. Again, not comparing, but stating a fact that S*mon had louis with his hands tied and louis wanted to protect his baby. He was treated very differently by S*mon, given harsh reprimands and gaslit and was bullied into doing it.

I think he has a bit of a different perspective on it because of that. Harry and Louis are both very different people with very different ways of dealing with their closet, and it’s silly to compare them though. And I think louis is happy where he is at the moment, and I don’t think he’ll come out without Harry. I just don’t see him doing it alone.

It comes down to everything from their fashion choices, to stage presence, to fan interactions, to interviews, to stunts, and they’re just not going to be loud in the same way. Not to mention, their teams are extremely different too. The Az*ffs looooooooove love love Harry being a trendsetter, and actively encourage (most of) it. He does still do shit to fight back, 100%, but the Harry styles brand now relies essentially on his glass closet and the ambiguity of his sexuality, ya know?

I do hope we get very loud larry content soon though. It does get frustrating. We’ve not even gotten a single interaction between them for years.

Anyway, they shouldn’t be compared. Louis loves Harry, Harry loves Louis, they’re together, they deal with their closets differently, they have different levels of fame and fan demographics and brands, and they’ll come out when they can and are ready, and that’s the end of that.

#anon #answered #I guess this is a #louisisalarrie chats #sigh #it’s such a tricky thing #sorry for the probably nonsensical ramble #I am extremely hungover haha

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joltning · 4 months

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sometime if you feel like it i'd be really interested to hear more about your georgia and utah's personalities and their dynamic together. I've picked up some from art context and some of your posts but im curious to see it written out :3

guess who’s back. Me

warning⚠️ warning this post is me blabbing ⚠️ you have been warned ⚠️

acckkk where do i start.

Georgia? Kind of a dick for no reason. he’s the bully of the moi and everyone kind of hates him a little bit. he has like an air of superiority to him despite not being like the highest rank n doesn’t have a lot of close friends, so he usually hangs around south (probably cause she doesn’t want to sit with the other lancers n the other lancers don’t want to sit with him Lmao.) he kind of parallels carolina n how he reaches far over his limits trying to be the best but unlike Carolina he isn’t actually the best n will pussy out prob. (for other reasons too but that’s not important.) Other notes in the other ramblepost blah

Utah is silly and yippeepilled Ok. He has a pretty calm demeanor and is pretty optimistic, even though that might just be cause he’s a little dim (not like, in a caboose way but more in like a donut way. like you could get him to eat dirt with enough convincing). Most people on the moi generally like him, he’s friendly to even the lower tiered lancers and to employees, but he only has a select few closer friends. I see him as the leader of the B team, so he can stand his ground and have a loud voice when he needs, but usually takes a more seated back approach to try to support his team instead. He usually keeps his helmet off.

okay now them as a dynamic. since they both have pretty small friend groups that includes eachother. they work well together as they have contrasting fighting styles and they generally enjoy eachothers company

Georgia has a Horrible crush on Utah. utah kinda knows but he’s really stupid a bit to advances and kind of just stares off into space confused sometimes. they’re generally very close friends tho like they steal eachothers clothes but it’s not gay its just being homies yk. geo will still be kind of mean to him but it’s more in a playful way than like actually trying to hurt his feelings

however, all that being said, one of the main reasons Utah’s friend group is so small is because of Georgia. no one really likes him so since they’re together so often, people tend to stray away from Utah too. even though utah can stand his ground in a battle situation, he’s kind of a pushover when it comes to Georgia’s bullying, telling him to stop and reacting negatively to it but not really going farther than that. they’re a bit toxic like that. georgua would be a horrible partner tbh.

in canon I feel like either geo gets his shit together in the endless void of space or he lands on a planet and continues to be an asshole. destined to be horrible or dead or something.

uhhhh. if you want to see more of my interpretation ov them I have 2 oneshots in this fic (yes, I know now you’re suppose to post separately) one with my au n one of them with them generally. thanks for letting me yap mikey

#rvb #red vs blue #georgia rvb #rvb georgia #agent georgia #utah rvb #rvb utah #agent utah #geotah #ask box #txt

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tainted-by-skeletons · 3 months

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Bully Reader X Sans (Part 2)

(Still SFW. This part gets to the Sans X Reader stuff.)

Y/N’s Pov

I dreaded the day Sans would run into me next. But that day wouldn't be nearly as bad as the next time I ran into Papyrus.

“Hey! Paps! Uhhh is-”

“Y/N! Ooooh do I have some words for you!”

Usually I'd laugh at his silly, oddly motherly language… but he looked pissed. He lived with his brother. Obviously he saw what happened. And obviously Sans told him in a way that would make it look worse for me.

“Oh my god. I'm so sorry! Okay!? The whole canine unit was daring me to do it!”

“I insist you go apologize to my big brother right now!”

“Uhhhh…” I started quietly.

“Why are you hesitating?! Do you think I want to be friends with someone who bullies my brother! I didn't even realize how badly you were treating him until he came home with permanent marker all over his face!”

“I'm really sorry…”

“Tell him that!”

I really didn't get why Papyrus was fuming the way he was until he said,

“He's in our house all day now because he can't get it off!”

“What!?” I screeched.

“Is that a surprise to you? It's called a permanent marker.”

“It's not permanent for human’s skin! Oh my god. I'm soooo so sorry! I didn't know!” I insisted.

“Well.” Papyrus huffed. “I suppose your intentions weren't as evil as I thought, but you still have to apologize!”

“Yeah! Of course! Uh!- Well. I don't know if I should go to his house though.”

I already knew that Sans was extremely protective of his territory. Much like the dog guards. That wasn't a monster thing, but it did seem somewhat common in Snowden.

“This is an emergency!” Papyrus urged.

“Okay! Okay. I'll apologize. Is there something I can bring him? Like food? Orrr… I dunno.”

Usually when I had a fight with one of my friends I'd do something to make it up to them. But letting him draw on my face was my only idea and I'd assume he wouldn't like it.

“I would ask you to bring him Grillby's, but I heard you were rightfully banned from the restaurant.”

“Yeaaaah. What about MTT’s?”

“It… will have to do. Hurry!” Papyrus demanded.

“Eeep! Okay!”

I would never describe Papyrus as scary, but I'd die if he didn't talk to me. He was my only friend in the underground that I could really rely on for anything. He was irreplaceable and I did feel really bad about what I did to his brother. So I walked halfway across the underground kingdom and then all the way back to the skeleton brother's house. No doubt the food was cold, but it was the thought that counted.

*Knock knock*

The door didn't open, but not long after I knocked, I heard shuffling behind the door.

“Who is it?” A grumpy deep voice asked.

It was definitely Sans. It was actually pretty easy to recognize anyone's voice in the underground.

“Ummm. Your least favorite person... With a peace offering!”

“Fuck off!”

Something slammed against the door and scared a yelp out of me. I didn't want to stay there for any longer than I had to, but everyone said Sans couldn't hurt a fly. So I took a deep breath and started over.

“Please let me in. I know how to get permanent marker off of stuff. Okay?”

“You don't have to come in to tell me.”

“You at least have to open the door if you want food.”

Sans opened the door and stuck a boney hand out. I easily enough pushed the door open all the way. And I let myself in.

“Hey! What the hell?!”

“I don't apologize to closed doors. Now. Do you have nail polish remover?”

“The fuck does it look like?” Sans said rudely.

Sans looked as grumpy as he sounded. He was wearing his usual blue and gray jacket, but this time he had his hood up. There were two race car bandaids on his cheeks.

“You probably don't own soap.” I joked.

Sans shoved me and I nearly got locked outside again. I put myself between the door and the frame. Sans was thankfully not very strong.

“Aaah! Okay! Okay! I'm sorry!” I shouted.

Sans crossed his arms and huffed at me without saying anything.

“I'll come back with a few things that might work. Okay? You can take this for now. Or else it'll get even colder. But… please let me back in okay?”

Sans' already big eyes seemed to somehow get wider. But he quickly turned his head down and to the side as he muttered,

“Fine.”

“I'll be back later then.”

“Hey.”

“What?”

“Why are you doin’ all this?”

“I… I didn't realize that it was permanent. And I wouldn't have done it if I wasn't drunk. So I want to sorta make up for it.”

“You're not trying to get back into Grillby's?”

“No. It's your place. I won't go again.”

“Uh… I don't…I don't believe ya.”

And he slammed the door on my face.

“Uggghhh! Rude!” I shouted.

I turned away and headed towards the only convenience store I knew of.

It really is a shame. He looks so cute with those little bandaids on his cheeks! He seems more approachable now. I ought to convince him to take those off and let me highlight the cute marks I gave him with blush. Maybe he'll make some friends and leave me alone.

So I bought a few more things at the store than I originally intended. Nail polish remover, rubbing alcohol, blush, and a snack too. Checking the time, I realized it was starting to get somewhat late.

“Oh! I have to head back! Thanks!”

I rushed back to Sans' house. Running into Papyrus on the way.

“Human! How did it go?”

“I know how to get the marker off Sans’ face. He's going along with me for now. Are you on your way back?”

“Yes! I just came back from training with Undyne!”

“That's great. It'll be nice to have someone on my side. It won't be as awkward that way.”

“I am always happy to help a friend!”

“Thanks Paps. Er. Papyrus.”

Papyrus raised a metaphorical brow at my retraction of his nickname.

“Why don't you and Sans get along again?”

“I dunno… he's just… He's a real mood killer. And I don't like that he's always trying to get on my case about stuff!”

“What stuff?”

“Well… like… Being mean to people. But hey! Even if he's right, lecturing me isn't gonna make me wanna be any nicer! Besides! That's just how people get along sometimes. You don't care. Right?”

“When you make fun of me? I… I didn't want to bother you about it but… Yes. I do care about that.”

“Oh… Papyrus I'm so sorry. I'm not trying to hurt your feelings or anything. It's just-... Just… I don't know. I say to you the kinda things my friends up on the surface always said to me. The guard dogs do it too! We push each other around and stuff and call each other chickens but… I do it a little differently? Don't I?”

“Sometimes. It does feel the same as a guard calling me names but I don't like that much either. You, Sans and Undyne are really the only people I consider friends.”

“Really? But you're so fun to hang out with!”

“Thank you Human! You know, Sans is a lot of fun too! I didn't understand why he's always so tense around you, but I hope one day you'll give each other a chance! I think you would be really great friends.”

“Ahhh. I don't know. Right now I'm just hoping to make up for this. I'm glad you'll be there though. Maybe you can butter him up.”

“Aaahhh Weelll! I actually have something I have to do! I'm so sorry human! I'm sure you'll do just fine without me! I have to go now actually!”

“What?! But we're almost there! Come on!”

As suspicious as it was, I wanted to get inside a house quickly. Smart ladies don't stay outside at night. I knocked on the skeleton brother's door once again. Wondering what Papyrus suddenly ran off for. Especially so late at night.

“... What? Why!” I heard through the door.

Sans was talking to someone. I couldn't tell who and I couldn't hear much, so I put my ear to the door and listened in.

“Yeah. She just got here. I'm about to let her in… Yeah? Well I wish I didn't have to! Why can't you help me out instead?... I don't need to be friends with her. I don't want to... I mean nooo. Not as bad as before… Ya know. I love that you like everybody but she's a jerk… She did?... Well. That doesn't change anything. I gotta go. I think she's right outside.”

Sans opened the door. He had taken off his cute bandaids and I could see my artwork in its full glory.

“Eeee!~” I squealed and held my hands up to my cheeks to hide my smiling face from him.

“Uh! Hey! Shut up!”

I let myself in and closed the door behind me. Hopefully making his decision to let me stay a little easier.

“I've got two ideas that should both work. If somehow they don't, I'm sure I could find you some concealer until it eventually… well. Like… heals over or scratches off or whatever.”

“I'm not sure it would.”

“What?! But like. Your bone or whatever it is. It heals right!?”

“Yeah. But nobody's been stupid enough to draw on it. Most people think it's pretty obvious that I might not be able to get it off.”

“Well if that's how it is, then if this doesn't work then you can find concealer without my help!”

“What the fuck is that anyway?”

“Concealer? It's like a foundation specifically made to cover up redness or any blemishes.”

“Oh God. I'm not gonna use fucking makeup!”

“Are you kidding me? Don't be a pussy! Even guys use-.”

“What did you call me?!”

I saw a flash of blue light somewhere in the corner of my vision as suddenly my body slammed into the side of Sans' wall. The force of the hit knocked the air out of me. I talk big but I'm no good in a fight. I learned that the hard way a couple times. I raised a hand up to my throat. As if I could somehow catch my breath physically with it.

“Answer me.”

I looked up and saw Sans' cute vandalized face didn't look so cute anymore. One of his eye sockets was completely dark. Reminding me he was still an undead monster I knew nothing about. The other was glowing with a blue and yellow ring. He stepped up to me and put a hand against the wall I was thrown against. I yelped and tried to cover my trembling lips. But it didn't hide my horrified tears. The bright ring from Sans' eye faded away. Soon it was replaced with his usual cartoonish white dots.

“Wow. Just like the canine unit. All bark and no bite.”

No one told me that Sans could fight. In fact, I heard exactly the opposite from everyone. That's why I wasn't afraid to pick on him. Sans backed off me. I took a second to wipe away my tears before I shakily stood. I realized the irony of me calling him a pussy. Out of everyone in the room that moment, it definitely wasn't him.

“Just… Let me give you the stuff so I can get out of here.” I said awkwardly and quietly.

“Good idea.”

I gave Sans a pouty glare as I reached for the bag of stuff I dropped. I was too late to hide the blush I bought on a whim. I tried to hide it back inside the clear bag as sneakily as I could. Obviously with Sans watching me do it, I couldn't hide much.

“The hell’s that pink stuff?”

“Uh! It's nothing! I was just- um. Er- It's actually mine.”

“I can tell you're lying. Is that something weird?”

Sans had a disgusted expression on his face. I could tell what he meant by weird and I didn't like what he might have been insinuating. Even then, I found myself asking to make sure.

“What do you mean weird?!”

“Oh God. Grillby told me you might have a crush on me but I didn't think he was actually right.”

“Whhat?!” I shrieked.

Sans' Pov

“What the hell is wrong with people like you? Are you that immature that you can't treat people you like with respect?”

“I don't have a crush on you! You're insane!”

“Kay. Then why'd you draw hearts on my face?”

“Because I didn't want anyone to see how bad I am at drawing!”

“Bullshit.”

“I'll prove it to you!”

“No you won't. Anyone can draw badly on purpose. Besides that's not an excuse because drawing on curved surfaces is hard anyway. So nobody's good at it in the first place.”

“What? No it's not! Why would that be hard?”

Oh wow. She is bad at drawing.

“Well why didn't you just write something then?”

“I have really bad handwriting.”

I guess that makes sense. Those go hand in hand.

“I got the idea because Brandy said something about it!”

That makes a lot of sense too…

“I don't really believe you.”

But I wasn't going to admit I was wrong about something like that.

“Ugh! You're just full of yourself! You probably think everyone has a crush on you!”

“I wouldn't have thought it if Grillby hadn't said anything.”

“Well he's crazy too! He probably just wanted to make you feel better or something! He probably likes you!”

“Oh. So you think everyone has a crush on me.”

“That's not what I said! That's not what I said at all!”

Her screeching didn't do her any favors. Still being seated on the ground under me was suspicious too. But what really convinced me was what I noticed when she stood up.

“You're blushing.”

“Uh! No! I-Ugh! Of course I'm blushing! You just nearly knocked me out and now you think I like you! It's all the blood in my- ugh! You wouldn't get it.”

“Haha. How much makeup do you wear? It's a mess.”

“Aaah! Don't look!”

She covered her face and turned away from me.

“Oh yeah? Why do you care if I see you like that?’

“Ugggh! Shut up!”

Y/N grabbed her bag and everything that fell out of it and marched upstairs.

#sans x reader #x reader #fanfiction #undertale

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musashi · 1 year

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Out of curiosity, how would one go about writing a fever? An escalating one that just gets warmer and warmer?

OK SO THIS ASK HAS TWO PARTS: A MORE CLINICAL PART AND A MU IS A SICKFIC WRITER WHO LIKES TO WRITE SICKFIC PART.

PART ONE: I ACTUALLY HAVE A GUIDE ON THIS FROM A NURSING MAJOR THAT GOES INTO DETAIL ABOUT PHASES OF A FEVER AND EVERYTHING, literally like, i don't find myself following this to a point when i write but i think about the broken down phases so much just subconsciously it has stuck with me for years and i think would be really helpful so here it is. i think this will be really helpful for the escalation aspect.

PART TWO: if you want something a little less clinical and more casual here are some fever tips i wrote for all my friends during sicktember last year copypasted onto this ask. NOTE i am not a medical professional i'm just an autistic who both 1. has a narrative fixation and 2. likes to study diseases and immune responses

SO fevers are cool cause they're kind of unpredictable which means you can tailor them to your sickie. some people run hot some people run cold. some people feel so exhausted they cant move others get hyper and cant calm their heartrate down. you can really just do whatever the fuck.

uhhhh a couple misconceptions about fevers:

theres this old saying thats like feed a cold starve a fever. this is wrong its an old wives tale. all sickies need food to strengthen their immune response, the stronger the immune response the quicker their fever will fuck off. UNFORTUNATELY even the lowest fever will suppress appetite. the first stage of a fever is usually a lack of appetite--not necessarily nausea just, like, a general distaste for food and outright lack of hunger. this is good for drama

some people will claim that, like, after a certain age you don't really get fevers when u have something like a common cold? this is untrue. your body will give you a fever over literally anything. you can get a fever from an infected wound, or a simple illness, or even just from working too hard. never let anyone bully you out of not making your character feverish.

what constitutes a fever really kinda is different person to person. 98.7 is the average body temperature and anything above that is a fever but like i usually run 96-97 so i consider 98 something to worry abt. some people will say its not a fever until you hit 100 but thats WACK to me i'll get 99s all the time when im sick.

ok so symptoms

lack of appetite, like i said this is the most basic of basics its almost a guarantee.

chills or hot flashes, again depends on what you find most interesting. you can do both! you can rapidly oscillate. sometimes sickie might feel freezing cold from the neck down but their head is on fire. sometimes they might be cold all over, put on a blanket, and immediately be too hot. just a general lack of temperature regulation but it straightup does not matter the key is just that they are uncomfortable in whichever direction.

body aches body aches oh my god the most underrated symptom. a low fever might make raising your arms above your head feel like an ordeal, a higher one can all but immobilize you. im talking like can barely move an inch. generally with a fever it feels like you just spent the day walking or exercising and are recovering, just wiped out.

kind of with the above but outright exhaustion. sickie might just start falling asleep wherever they are. on a desk. standing up. who knows. just being conscious is a Task

if their fever creeps into higher digits like 102+ they might get delirious. they might say and do stupid shit, or out of character shit at the very least. this is super fucking awesome cause u can make them act out of character and scare the caretaker a lil if you want. walled in characters might start getting emotional. serious characters might get silly. its basically an instant lack of inhibitions, you have an excuse to make them say what they are feeling in their heart without them worrying about saying it. or you can just make them shitpost if you want something more lighthearted.

you didn't ask about caretaking but if anyone reading this wants that here's caretaking:

feed them, but more importantly HYDRATE THEM fevers dehydrate you so bad. hydration is the key to every ailment but fevers ESPECIALLY need to be fought with lots of electrolytes. water the sickie,,, water them like plant.

meds if applicable

help them regulate their temperature! a cool towel on the forehead really does work, but wrap em in a blanket too if they're shivering. as a rule shivering is bad. i dont remember all the science behind it but shivering generally stimulates more heat which makes the fever worse, so keep cooling them down to a minimum w something like a cold pack or wash cloth.

keep them company. if delirious sickie is having a breakdown a thing their caretaker can do is talk them through it. sometimes a fever will make you overstimulated but if sickie is good with touch, hold their hand or stroke their hair perhaps. verbal affirmations that its gonna be ok. on the flipside if your sickie is talking absolute nonsense or acting like a fool you can make the caretaker fucking babysit them like sweet jesus ok im not leaving you alone.

related to the above but staying with them is good if theyre too sick to do much besides lay there. reading to them so they dont get bored. telling them a story. putting on a show for them and just kinda chilling. or just talking! boredom is the worst part of being sick i think.

massage underrated. give sickie shoulder massage. back massage. they are full of bone hurting juice help them get that shit out. every time i had a fever my bestie would give me a back massage and im gonna think abt it for the rest of my life perhaps.

HI I REALLY REALLY LIKE TALKING ABOUT SICKFIC ASK ME ABOUT SICKFIC ANY TIME

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Personality & likes Uhhhh Its a mix of alot, I get annoyed easily unless if I love you, I can be sassy and clingy but im chill. Im constantly sleepy, I get very anxious around crowds and or having to meet new people. I get very VERY excited when someone mentions anything about dogs and space,I sometimes type with typing quricks

sometimes(Like i'll replace to/too with 2)

I also enjoy using emoticons like ":3 :0 >:(

^_−☆" My humor is like those tiktok comments that are "We did it gang!! We springed that trap!" and fake bullying

I love Dr pepper, sweets (especially chocolate) and shrimp, gossiping, and sending silly pictures like those pinterest ones (i hope u get what I mean)

Any hobbies: Cosplaying, star gazing, listening to music (Like radiohead and csh, the bands I listen 2 most :]) reading homestuck

playing video games (especially rhythm games ) going on walks, reading manga and watching anime or shinjin drowning (youtuber). playing the kalimba, drawing, making oc's,

Male or female character: Male plz :]

Which fandom: Evangelion

Gender Transgender Male

Appearance: Medium length brown hair thats messy 70% of the time, blue eyes, pale skin, eye bags, around 5'5, chubby and skinny ?

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Gay

Age:15

Romantic or platonic: Romantic

Aesthetic:scene ,Grunge and Chinese y2k

Any problems you struggle with: I have paranoid thoughts and anxiety, if someone unexpectedly opens the door i'll jump 80% of the time, autism

Any physical disabilities have: Hyper mobility syndrome

Waaa you seem so cool ^_^ Sorry for how long this took to post </3 I was actually a bit stuck on this one at first but then I remembered Kensuke exists !!! Yay !!!

Kensuke Aida

Silly nerd

He loves your clinginess so much

He's probably more clingy than you....

He almost always drags you camping with him, even though he often goes by himself

He just wants to spend time with you :3

He doesn't mind how sleepy you are.... Well like, maybe he does a bit

He tries to get you to stay awake with him by getting you to go hiking with him

But sometimes he also gets very sleepy and when that happens he just flops over on you and passes out

While he doesn't really understand your anxiousness regarding crowds, he does get where you're coming from

He tries to get you out of the crowd as soon as he can if he notices you're getting anxious or uncomfotable

Uses his manipulation skills to get you out of situations where you have to meet a bunch of new people, like gatherings and stuff

"Uhmm actually he has some really important things to do and can't come to the gathering tonight!! Sorry!! .... He still has to come? Because it's important.. ? But this is also important!! It's detrimental to his future!! You wouldn't really ruin a kid's life like that just so you can get your way would you??? Yeah, that's what I thought"

(You literally just slept and played video games the whole day)

Space enthusiast bf x history enthusiast bf

I hc that Kensuke is also autistic so you guys would rant about your hyperfixations to eachother

LOVES to listen to you rant about space because I feel like, besides war, he'd also be really interested in that sort of stuff

As long as you let him rant to you about war history as well <3

Whenever you two see a dog the both of you get so excited

I feel like Kensuke would also use typing quirks tbh

Doesn't use them, but thinks the little kaomojis and faces are super cute :3

He has no idea what the hell you're talking about whenever you make jokes but laughs anyway because he loves you

With the total of 5 dollars and 37 cents in his bank account he tries to get you the things you like, but he either spends the money first or loses it LMAO

He's trying he's never had a bf before pls spare him

He loves your silly pinterest pictures, you guys will literally spam them back and forth and have a whole conversation soley through those pictures

Radiohead bfs !!!!

You guys 10000% stargaze together when he drags you camping with him

Probably some of your most peaceful moments together

He plays his little war games while you play your little rhythm games !!

He asks you to play a dramatic war song while he's re-enacting scenes with himself

You may or may not have to explain that pjsk/enstars/bandori or whatever isn't really a war game (depending on what rhythm games you play)

Asks you to play the kalimba while he's doing his little war scenes instead

And then you do and it makes him look stupid because.... The kalimba isn't really a ... "dramatic" instrument as Kensuke calls it

Finds it calming sometimes though :3

You probably got him into making ocs tbh..

He would ask to hear about them and then would be like "woah!! That's so cool! I could never do that ><"

And then he stays up all night making an Eva Pilot oc with a super intricate design and backstory

WILL ask you to draw his ocs

He feels super bad when he opens the door and he startles you

But also doesn't know what to do because he's just opening a door...

So then he always knocks before entering so he doesn't scare you

He probably does still startle you because his knocks are LOUD but at least now he doesn't have to see it?😭

He does not know what hypermobility syndrome is so you probably have to explain it to him

Once he finds out he probably thinks it's super cool how you can move your joints like that but at the same time hates it because it causes you pain

Tries to help alleviate the pain as much as possible, but has no idea how </3

He just loves you and wants to make sure you're happy and healthy ^_^

(Sort of a hypocrite about it though...)

A/N

Aaa hihi!!! >_< So sorry this took so long to come out!!! It was really fun to write though, so I hope you enjoy it nonetheless <333 (also you seem so fun omg, we have like, the same type of humor.. waaa

#matchup event #x reader #evangelion x reader #neon genesis evangelion #nge x reader #kensuke aida #kensuke evangelion #nge kensuke #kensuke x reader #kensuke aida x reader #matchups

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