#and now after ONE WEEK of an iron infusion... this

[hotmess-exe]

I GAINED 5 POUNDS IN 1 WEEK!!

WHAT!!

[tj-crochets]

hey hey hey my brain is kinda spinning out on the whole "focusing" thing so I think I might draw some more things, if anyone has suggestions of things to draw? I might also consider making like mini plushie versions of people's OCs or fursonas or something. Or assemble a puzzle? Probably not that one I don't think I can sit still that long right now But like seriously if you have drawing/painting suggestions or would enjoy seeing a simplified version of your OC/fursona/other character of yours idk the catch-all term I will gladly take suggestions. Currently my to-draw list is just "a leaf of some kind". I make no guarantees I will make art of the specific thing you suggest but depending on the number of suggestions there's a pretty decent chance

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄

summary: just some short and sweet cuddling headcanons

pairings: mammon :: belphie :: barbatos :: dantalion :: valefar (my ocs) x gn! reader

warnings: only me playing favourites again ♡ + one teeny tiny allusion to lesson 16

obey me! masterlist || similar post: kiss me more

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍

After your first week in the Devildom, Mammon’s understanding of personal space is as follows: His personal space is his and your personal space is also his. The rest of the brothers love to poke fun at him for it but he’s glued to your side now, throwing an arm around your shoulder or using your head as an armrest whenever he sees fit.

So it should come as no surprise that, once he basically moves into your room after making a pact with you, he’s going to cuddle up to you every chance he gets. In his defence, this is most likely unintentional, seeing as Mammon nearly flings himself out of bed at the realisation that you had been leaning on his shoulder for a good chunk of the movie you were watching, sending snacks flying everywhere.

Once your relationship becomes more settled and the white-haired demon owns up to his true feelings more, however, his reactions to cuddling are less dramatic. Yeah, you’ll still have to be the one who asks and deal with his aloof reaction but that’s okay when he can’t look you into eyes as he hides his face behind his hand and makes no fuss when you drag him to bed. Soon thereafter, it’s basically like he’s trying to melt into you though, as much of him touching as much of you as is humanly and demon possible. He’s also a living furnace, which is great in a realm where the sun doesn’t shine.

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐄

Yeah, good luck ever getting up again, I hope you had no plans for the rest of the day or the following ones, for that matter. As the king of ‘five more minutes’, Belphie is going to keep you in bed with him way longer than you anticipated, courtesy of the iron grip he has on you even while asleep. Sure he told you it’ll only be a short nap but honestly, you should know better by now.

On the plus side (was the beginning even a downside?), you can lay down in whatever position you want to because Belphie will just contort himself around you, making you question whether he actually has bones. If he cuts off your airflow again, it’s because he plopped his entire weight down on you just to snuggle up to your chest like an overgrown cat.

You made the mistake once to card your fingers through his hair and it lulled him to sleep so fast he now practically demands you do it every time. Whether it’s pouting at you or just taking your hand and putting it on his head, he’ll make it known you’re neglecting your poor demon if you don’t. Still, cuddling with Belphie guarantees you the best sleep possible; even if you wake up super disoriented, not knowing which year it is, at least you’re well-rested (Insomnia? We don’t know her).

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒

Congrats! You managed to pry Barbatos away from babysitting— I mean serving Diavolo! Your reward is seeing the busy demon relax for once in his long life.

The air is infused with the soothing fragrance of tea leaves as your cups happily steam on the bedside or coffee table, depending on where you choose to snuggle up, the tea never going cold thanks to Barbatos’s magic.

Another rare thing to see -or rather to feel- are his bare fingers trailing over your sides, dipping under your clothes to trace random shapes onto your skin as you rest against his chest. Every now and then, he’ll bow his head down to press a soft kiss to the crown of your head, not hiding how his lips curl into a fond smile. While he loves to take care of you and draws energy from it, if you run your hands through his hair and lightly massage his scalp, his usual composure will give way to a demon who’s putty in your hands.

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍

This man only has the best silk sheets and will coax you into sleeping over more often than not. Sure, he could visit the House of Lamentation but why would he set himself up to be interrupted by those nosy brothers (no offence). Besides, you’re always running around appeasing their whims, you should take a break and let him spoil you.

Cuddling really is just a part of an entire routine of destressing for him. From sharing a meal to washing the dirt of the day away with a shower or bath to changing into soft, top-quality loungewear or pyjamas and snuggling up on the couch or bed, this demon will make sure you’re not lacking anything. The lights in his house seem to always dim to the right brightness and colour and there’s calming music playing from somewhere.

But, of course, cuddling doesn’t have to be an orchestrated act every time. If you ask him to hold you he will gladly do so, cooing at you or talking about his day if you want him to. Despite taking the shape of a peacock, Talion’s voice is actually incredibly soothing and he chuckles quietly whenever he lulls you to sleep with it. He’ll even fan out his tail feathers over you if it makes you happy, even if it means rustling them in the process. Smoothing them out again is well worth it for the way you run your fingers over them as you study their colours in awe, both your silent and verbal praise making him preen with pride.

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐑

Valefar wants to be the big spoon, not only because he feels like he can protect you this way but also because this way you wouldn’t notice his heated cheeks. It’s not like he’s insecure to the point where he thinks you holding him would undermine his masculinity, he just needs to hold you close in peace after a stressful night at the casino.

But it’s all good, his defined muscles make for a comfy pillow and if you fall asleep watching TV, he can easily pick you up and carry you to bed without disturbing you. Whenever you cuddle, he also always lowers his voice to a husky murmur, the vibrations of which will travel from his chest to your skin.

In the tranquil moments where it’s just you and him, Val loses all the brashness he’s feared for, his calloused hands hovering over your form as if he’s scared he could hurt or taint you. Just take them in yours and settle them on your hips, squeezing them encouragingly to tell him ‘It’s okay’ and he’s falling for you all over again, especially if you pair it with a chaste kiss on his cheek. As a greed demon, however, once he’s had a taste of your affection, he will take everything he can get, now coming up to you out of the blue, hugging you from behind whenever he sees fit.

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[helluvagyal]

Synopsis: just some general headcanons about my favorite demon. Part 1/3, relationship headcanons coming next.

Content: general headcanons, mentions of cannibalism.

A/N: My first piece of writing for the fandom and I had to start with my murder baby. Enjoy, let me know what you think please. Don't forget to reblog! Banner and dividers by me.

— shoutout to @hellvcifer for getting me into it. Please read and reblog their work it's amazing!

Alastor is like that weird elusive sinner that you rarely see and when he does show up, it’s during drama or when he needs something.

Count on him to show out and throw hands (hooves?) for his people though.

Alastor always has a story to tell and the hotel residents’ favorites are definitely about his life before he ended up in hell.

He’s usually very tight lipped about those but if you catch him while he's making dinner, he'll turn into a chatterbox—especially if he's already got sherry or rye in him.

When he's cooking alone, that's his favorite time for contemplation and/or Hell domination.

His ever present smile has gone soft at the corners, his voice has lost its warped and static edge as he hums along to his radio, moving around the kitchen as if floating.

On the nights when it's his turn to cook, he definitely helps Niffty with the clean up after.

He doesn't have much of a sweet tooth but when those cravings kick in, it's with a vengeance.

Gingerbread cookies are his go to snack to pair with blood infused lemon tea as well as blood orange tea.

Demon ladyfingers sprinkled with powdered sugar and paired with blood infused black tea is an afternoon time favorite.

There was one week where he ate nothing but beignets, bananas foster and sweet potato pie for breakfast.

Alastor has a thirst for knowledge, prides himself on finding out everything he can, even if it's only to satisfy a mere curiosity.

He's a fashion snob. He never did care much for it when he was topside, only making sure he looked his best.

But since being in Hell, he's found himself with quite the eye and knack for Hellish threads. I mean, come on. I know ya'll saw his red bottoms!

He goes shopping with Angel occasionally, resolutely ignoring (or snickering at) how the shopkeeper cowers in fear when he asks if a powder blue fleece scarf he saw came in blood red.

With being a fashion snob, it paved the way for his stitcher's thumb.

Now, he's no expert like Rosie but she taught him a thing or two when he'd have the patience for it.

He's patched up knife holes in Niffty's dresses, sewn up tears in Angel’s sweaters and even hemmed one of Vaggie's skirts.

He'll dedicate two nights a week–if he's not busy with hotel duties–to sitting in front of his bayou and stitching or sewing.

He can play instruments; learned the sax and trumpet topside and mastered the piano down below.

Alastor actually likes the peace that comes with doing menial tasks. Instead of snapping his fingers to have the dishes washed and put away or to have his books dusted, he will do it if he has the extra time.

Getting dressed for the day is something he always does on his own, from ironing his pristine suits to shining his dress shoes.

Alastor does in fact sleep, however, he's trained himself to go long periods without needing to. He sleeps best after a feeding.

When using his abilities on particular prey, it acts as a health bar of sorts. So the stronger the prey, along with the extent of damage, determines his healing time and energy output.

Alastor is one of the many sinners who have had issues in the past coming to terms with their newly acquired anatomy.

The antlers have grown on him and so have the ears as it helps when he's flicking through frequencies.

Alastor absolutely abhors his tail, tried cutting it off but it just grew right back, bushier too.

He could never control the wretched thing, hates that it would give away his moods with a twitch or a tuck.

When he first discovered that it rapidly swishes from side to side when he's upset, he immediately went out to hunt, feeling like he had to go out and prove something.

He's started going to bed last, or at least retiring to his room when all the residents are asleep. Secretly likes to ensure the others are safe and sound.

Alastor is a huge fan of games, board, tile and card games to be specific. Yes, he's competitive but he enjoys the relaxing and occasionally heated atmosphere it provides.

For board games, he loves Scrabble (topside), Game of the World (topside), Clue (down below), and Pictionary (down below). If you value your life, please do not poke fun at his drawings in Pictionary, he gets testy.

For tile games, he loves Dominoes. His mother was the one who taught him how to play–as with most of the other games–one night when the power was out and he couldn’t listen to his radio programs or get some work done.

For card games, he likes Oh Hell, The Donkey card game and Make-A-Million.

If you couldn't tell, he prefers games where he can show off his smarts and be stimulated.

He despises Chess, Beggar-my-neighbor and Bingo.

Bonding/group sessions have grown on him, he won't admit it though. He's come to look forward to them, especially the night-time rituals, but please do not ask him to join movie night, he already put up with camping in the garden.

He's stellar at giving advice but is absolute shit at taking them sometimes, especially if he doesn't agree with it but knows it's rational

He will never tell you what you want to hear unless it's beneficial to him. Count on him to tell you what you need to hear, especially if you personally sought him out to get something off your mind.

If you aren't Rosie (and occasionally the residents), he would prefer not to prolong conversations unless he knows he's going to gain valuable information, be entertained or stimulated.

It's no secret that he has a soft spot for Niffty, his shadow does too; you can find them playing together sometimes with Alastor occasionally keeping a watchful eye.

He takes his title of 'King Roach' very seriously.

If you want some quiet time in the hotel, just seek out Alastor. If your social battery is running low but you don't necessarily want to be alone, either him or Husk would be your best bet.

If you've been invited to his room or his study to have a nightcap and a gab session, you're one of his most tolerable companions.

For the love of all that is bad and sinful, PLEASE do not ask about going up to his radio tower, especially during a broadcast; it's best if you just let him invite you.

However, he does allow Niffty up there to assist his shadow with cleaning the space.

If Alastor had a middle name, it would be Petty. It's also no secret that he's into mischief making. He and Angel got a kick out of the Prank Wars as a bonding exercise. They make a scary good team

He can dish out but he cannot take it. Don't even bother trying to get even with him because then everyone will have to hear about “the terrible slight on my honor”.

He's very chivalrous, even if his ways of showing it can be a bit twisted.

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[unholywriter]

Stars | Jaime Reyes x Fem!Reader

Warning: Fluff.

Paring: Magic Reader x Symbiotic alien infused bug boy.

a/n: I know it’s definitely not the time of year for Christmas but enjoy. 💙🪲

It was later, and your shift was ending. Working at a bar downtown in Palmera City, you never knew what kind of rambunctious shenanigans would unfold. But, for Christmas Eve, it was quiet. It was a godly slow day, not many stopped by aside the few occasional regulars wishing good holidays. Thankfully, it was coming to an end. Setting up the bar stools on the table, and making sure all was clean, capped and put away. You slid out the door, locking it behind you. Palmera was nippy, but it doesn’t get too terribly cold around this time of year.

Pulling up your scarf you walked looking at the text message from Jaime, your lover. A smile blanketed your face.

Jaime: Close went good?

You: Yes. Just stepping out now.

Jaime: Need a pick up? I’m near by.

You: What, a roof top a block over?

Jaime: Hey, rooftops are peaceful. 🥺

You: So is being wrapped up in my bfs arms but, sadly you like rooftops more. 😈

Jaime: You’re not going to let me live that down huh? Also, lamp post. 😂😭

As you read the last part you halted immediately. You were a few inches from running into it. You took a breath in and smiled looking up to the sky to see a silhouette of a particular blue looking suited boyfriend of yours. But you knew he was grinning ear to ear underneath that mask.

“tfihs em oot sih edis.” You whispered. Now it was your turn to grin ear to ear as you materialize right beside him. You swore a squeak left his mouth.

“Dios mío mi amor!” He hitched his breath, dramatically placing his hand on his chest. “You know you could have just let me come down and meet you right?”

“Maybe I like the rooftops too.” You smile, and move in closer to embrace him. He embraced you back, and just like he read your thoughts, and well. Khaji reading his; the suit’s mask dematerialized revealing his gorgeous face underneath. And damn those beautiful brown doe eyes of his.

“You were just teasing me about it.” He rolled his eyes, his grip gently squeezing you.

“I know.” You placed your lips against his tenderly, running your fingers though his hair as he kissed you back just as sweetly. “I’ve missed you JaiJai.”

“Sorry for being gone a week, I thought we caught wind on a lead for Ted.” He said grimly. His mood changing only made you soften your expression with more concern.

“How’s Jenny?” You pulled away slowly. You still didn’t leave his touch though. But you knew making sure he was okay and being his emotional support is more important than craving deep intimacy at the moment from him.

“She’s doing well for someone who found out her father is alive. Just not knowing where he is, you know. She’s worried.” He began to explain, his tone and pace nerve racked. You could only assume because, Ted, being his predecessor. A man he’s never met before. Definitely an unregulated, stressful situation. Not only that, Jenny and Jaime had some moments together. But, she stepped away knowing you two were more or so in love with each other without each other knowing. She was the one, (and Milagro) who gave you both a push ironically. Now it’s been a few months after Jaime had Khaji Da infused within him, Victoria Kord, and Jaime’s father almost dying. It’s been rough, but you’ve been there. As a best friend and his lover. He is thankful, and you know it. Just as much as you’ve been thankful for him all these years.

“I’m glad, but we’re here for her. She has you. And Milagro always makes it her business to make sure she and all of us are okay. So honestly, Jenny will be alright.” You smile, entangling your fingers within his. “You will be alright too, got that mi querido?”

“Loud and clear.” He smiled brightly, fighting back his tears. You reached up, rubbing your finger against his cheek.

“So, do you still want to visit the tree in town square?” You ask, making sure he’s up for it. Yes distractions are nice too get away from everything but you can’t always run away.

“Of course. But I actually had a better idea.” His grin pulled further, a bit of mischief being one of your favorite signature looks that spread across his face.

“What do you have in mind?” You grinned back, curious to what your boyfriend had in store.

“Just trust me?” He grabbed both your hands gently and started to walk backwards, leading you too the edge.

“Always.” You tittered softly, turning back into a soft smile. He then lifted you into his arms. His wings materialized and off you two went. The view was beautiful, of course you’re used to flying via magic yourself but being in his arms with the breeze hitting you even if it was chilly was very peaceful. Soon you could see Palmera City Square, the large Christmas tree erect in all its multicolored glory for season cheer.

“So pretty.” You spoke softly. “What now?”

You both now hovered a far distance from and over the tree. The crowd gathered below enjoying the festivity. “I thought we could have a once in a life time experience not many normal people can experience.”

“Oh?” You tucked some of his curled hair behind his ear still nice and snug in his arms. “So we’re not normal?”

Your tease made him laugh. “I have an alien symbiotic peice of technology infused into my back and connected to every cell in my human body and you? Well, you’ve never been normal mi tesoro.”

The tease back earned him a gentle smack to his shoulder. “Wow, if this is your way too whoo me tonight I might just have to up my game.”

“Hey! I meant you not being normal in the best way possible!” He cheesed. And you gave him a kiss on his cheek.

“I know my love. So what now?” You beamed happily. Patiently waiting for his goofy, lovable plan of his. Because well, both of you were sixty or so feet in the air and you were beginning to wonder if people looked up wondering what or who was hovering above them.

“Well.” He then begin to help you to where you were now dangling closely together. But your feet hung out, and gravity wasn’t to kind. “Uh.” He laughed nervously, his plan not working in his favor for the moment. “I was going to see if we could just, dance? But, I honestly didn’t think this part through.”

“It’s okay Jaime, that’s why having a girlfriend with magic comes in handy.” You giggled. Holding him close. Taking a breath in you closed your eyes and met his again. “Ekam eht ria a ecnad roolf, kaolc su nihtiw eht thgin.”

With ease your feet met an invisible flooring underneath the both of you. He looked down awe stuck with bewilderment but quickly smiled back. “What did…?”

“Now we can dance.” You took your arms wrapping them around his neck. He tenderly held you by your back. From below Christmas music rang, the smell of peppermint and pine filled both your senses. Laughter and happiness from people all over could be heard. It was truly magical.

“Okay, so bear with me mi amor. My two left feet might become a problem.” His cheeks turned a tint of pink, and soon an even more embarrassed expression crossed his face. “No Khaji!” He looked over his shoulder in a fit of sheepishness. Your smile pulled further.

“What did she say this time?”

“She said she could help me learn because she indulged herself to the internet the other night.” He rolled his eyes yet again.

“Oh no, that poor thing.” You gasped in actual horror. “I hope she didn’t delve too deep into the endless web of dark and treacherous Fortnite dances.”

“Do not give her any ideas.” He widened his eyes. You laughed again. Waiting patiently. “Besides, even if I trip over my feet as long as I’m dancing with you no matter how bad I am - that’s all that matters to me”.

You blushed softly. “Me too. Then lead the way Jai.”

Slowly, he began to lead. His steps a bashful disaster. But, he kept at it, soon both you moving in a circle of rhythm. “I think, I think we got!” He looked down and snapped back up with his playful, dramatic expression of giddiness. One of the many things that you fell in love with about him.

“We are!” You pressed your lips together tighter, and he then placed his forehead against yours.

“Feliz navidad mi estrella.” He said softly as the bells began to chime signifying midnight. “I love you so much y/n.”

“Feliz navidad Jaime. I love you so very much too amor de mi vida.” You softly spoke back. A gentle kiss was exchanged, and the both of you continued to dance above the city square. Locked deep in each other’s arms, but more importantly deep within each other’s hearts. And man, were the stars so pretty tonight as they watched the both of you fall in love deeply.

[cbk1000]

Hey, just giving an update because I haven't been on much.

I have been feeling pretty rough after my infusion. Some days are a little better than others, but for the most part I feel like a dumpster fire. I had my follow-up with my hematologist today and told her how I'd been feeling, and she said while it's not uncommon for people to feel worse before they feel better, it usually happens in the week or so after the infusion; she thinks I'm probably having a delayed reaction and/or because I've likely been deficient for quite a while, and this is my first infusion ever, my body is just Going Through It figuring out how to process iron again after rationing for so long. She said to just hang in and that I will feel much better, it's just going to take a bit longer. (I have just barely hit three weeks post-infusion, and I have read quite a few people who were deficient for a long time take more like four to six weeks to start feeling human again, and she said that's definitely the case with some people.) She did say she would order a different type of iron if I need another infusion in the future and see if a different one isn't as rough on me.

I have seen some small improvements in things that have been plaguing me for a while. (Ex: apparently bleeding gums can be a sign of iron deficiency? I was wondering why the fuck they were bleeding so much every time I flossed, till the hematologist asked me if I'd been having issues with bleeding gums. They have been bleeding off and on for a while, and day and night, every time I floss, for months now. Since the infusion they have stopped bleeding.)

The hematologist was super pleased with my labs and how much my ferritin went up from only one infusion. She said my numbers are excellent and now my body has lots in storage to draw on and start helping with all my symptoms. My iron panel looks great now, and the additional tests they did for various bleeding disorders all look good. So basically I just have to grit my teeth and wait for my body to figure out how to use all the iron it's got.

I am about midway, maybe a bit more, through the next chapter of Book of Merthur, but writing/updates will be delayed till I no longer feel like the body of a homeless person who crawled into a dumpster to keep warm and died there. I might throw up a few previews this weekend; I'm sitting on a fair amount of unpublished words in Google Docs.

Thank you to everyone who's checked in on me, and hopefully I will be back to churning out too much gay porn very soon.

[whatiswhump]

Chronic Pain in Whump potentially for post recovery Whumpees

I have a rare autoimmune/ autoinflammatory disease which results in severe joint pain, internal bleeding (mostly in GI tract), nerve spasms/ pain, loss of feeling in limbs from time to time, and other things.

Now I am on chemo to treat it now that we finally diagnosed it. I can describe the surprising side effects of the chemo I didn't expect in another post if anyone is curious.

I used to be an active person so although the progression of the disease was quite slow for a while, when I could no longer ignore it, the decline looked quite abrupt to all those around me. One day I was functioning (although struggling massively) and the next day I was not at all.

Nerve pain- like electricity jabs, I can feel them and their patterns, sometimes I involuntarily twitch from them they’re so strong. I can almost visualize the tree-like paths. Even more often it is like have a piece of glass stuck in my toe or finger that I keep feeling for days or weeks at a time.

A couple of years ago I was so convinced I had glass in my toe after an afternoon with sandals at the pub that when I couldn't get it out at home, we went to the A and E and I asked them to take a scalpel to my foot to get it out. Even though they didn't see anything in the xray I insisted and they did. I kept asking them to dig deeper and deeper becuase I could FEEL it. Eventually they said we had to stop. Years later I found out it is nerve damage. The nerves have been pressed and frayed in ways they aren’t meant to and even if they do heal, they take a Very Long time to heal- so if a whumpee undergoes torture, I’d bet they’ll be feeling those shocks for months or years afterwards if any nerves are compromised.

Joint Pain- Warm, so incredibly warm- my sister can feel the heat radiating off the affected joints when she touches them, my wrist will be hot while forearm cool, elbow- hot. The pain radiates too- dull, blunt, throbbing pain. Coying and filling every sense like a suffocating fog. Not sharp like a knife cut, like nerves, or an initial break of a bone. But no less intense. It feels like the joints will implode from the inside out of the steady but sure pressure that has to go somewhere- surely a body can't hold so much pain. Moving is difficult because you are so stiff, stairs seems almost impossible and in and out of bed is a herculanean task. You fall asleep when exhaustion overrides pain and in a few hours wake up when pain overrides exhaustion, it is a cycle, over and over for months and then years. My previous boyfriend could practically time down to the minute when I’d wake in the night with this schedule. This pain can be so brutal it can bring on nausea too. Surprising for something blunt.

Internal Bleeding- I bled for about a year before anything could be done about it. It hurt so much too but I was a 22 year old woman so it none of the doctors were overly concerned or pressured to figure out why despite such alarming symptoms. My family was shocked.

The first thing is normal iron levels plummeted. They didn't know why until later that it was becuase of the continual significant blood loss (important to keep in mind for characters who lose a lot of blood). It was like I donated a bag of blood every two days or less. I had to sit every week to get a bag of black colored iron infused into my veins to get back to a reasonable amount of iron- my body could make more blood but couldn’t get that much more iron from nowhere. I did that for a few months after the bleeding stopped. When the bleeding stopped, the worsening anemia stopped too.

It actually really does make you pale to bleed internally like that over time. When I saw the hematologist that was the first thing he said about my appearance and soon after the internal bleeding slowed, there was pink under my skin again. Your whumpee really will look visibly different if they can stop the bleeding for a bit. Having enough blood makes you warmer and pinker looking.

I doubt this is very helpful... but I guess this is my way of beginning to write about chronic pain and whump- I'd really like to use it! So this was a first exercise.

[themattress]

Posting here due to having talked about this very subject recently (manga vs. anime).

I basically think that this guy is way off in a lot of his critiques, notably:

- Criticizing the monster-of-the-week structure for the anime in favor of the manga's plot!plot!plot! pacing. I feel like that sort of pacing works fine for a monthly (not even weekly) manga, but not so much for an anime with this concept. Toei actually approached Naoko Takeuchi with the suggestion to do Sailor Moon (a tokusatsu series) based on her earlier Codename Sailor V work, which actually had a monster-of-the-week structure, so honestly the anime's style of pacing was ironically more what the Sailor Moon concept was tailored around than the manga! It also allows the world and characters to be more fleshed out than in the manga, which always had difficulty in that area especially for side characters and villains.

- His criticism of Usagi and Rei was totally off-base. He was correct in how Usagi's constant regressions as the anime went on did her no favors, but she was fine to start with. Her freezing up and giving into despair over her friends' deaths in the first anime season's climax isn't any less weak than her attempting suicide over Mamoru's death which would leave her friends at the mercy of Metalia in the first manga arc's climax. Rei's personality change in the anime was for the better, IMO, and her dynamic with Usagi may have been overplayed at times but I never got the impression they legitimately hated each other nor did I get the impression it was sexism on the male writers' parts. Vitriolic Best Buds is a legitimate thing.

- While I also don't much care how Usagi and Mamoru's romance develops in the anime compared to the manga (and I absolutely hate the pointless age gap the anime added between them), I have to defend Mamoru from his accusation that he was hypocritical to give righteous speeches as Tuxedo Mask yet be an asshole as a civilian. Unlike in the manga, Tuxedo Mask was initially a split personality from Mamoru. He didn't know he was Tuxedo Mask at first, the two didn't get integrated until he got ahold of a Rainbow Crystal in Episode 26. After that, he actually began treating Usagi with more kindness. He was too proud to just apologize and still tried to act stand-offish, but he clearly didn't have it in him to be a complete jerk anymore and was actually fond of her now. The romance still pulls too abrupt a 180 given that Usagi doesn't soften on him until Episode 34, and even then not on the level justifiable enough for love, but the fact remains that Mamoru did straighten out his act after integrating with the Tuxedo Mask persona (which is good since he really was insufferable beforehand).

- The Dark Kingdom was superior in the anime, period. Yes, it was a bigger threat in the manga, but being threatening doesn't always equate to being interesting. He has a point that Queen Beryl is more interesting in the manga than in the anime and I do wish the anime had included more of that stuff rather than just allude to it, but I still say she's stronger as the Big Bad than just as Metalia's chief pawn. Metalia is boring; she's made of evil and does evil because she's evil and can't be anything else. Beryl actually has a motivation, and one that is directly tied with the main heroine and her romantic interest. That's why it's more satisfying to see her infused with Metalia as the Final Boss instead of just her as the third-to-last Boss.

- Lastly, he got the Silver Crystal thing wrong. The Rainbow Crystals are shards of the physical Silver Crystal, but what gives it its power, its spiritual essence, is still Usagi's soul. That's why they couldn't just be merged into the Silver Crystal even after Kunzite had all seven. That only happened when the tear from Usagi, with all the feelings of her soul, was added. The Silver Crystal is thus linked with her soul and is still its manifestation, as seen in the R movie where she dies when its shattered but when she is restored to life it is repaired.

Things I agree with: axing Princess Serenity's suicide was a good choice, the stretch of episodes with Evil Tuxedo Mask were dumb, the changes in powers for the girls and Tuxedo Mask was stupid and pointless, Minako's character regression across the anime was annoying and kind of disrespectful when you really think about it, Yuichiro should've amounted to more, the age change and adaptational jerkassery of Mamoru was terrible, Jadeite's sudden misogyny in his final episode was really fucking weird, the scene where Artemis is "revealed" as Luna's contact makes no sense and should've been cut, Usagi's suicide in the original manga and Crystal did her character a grave disservice, and the Shitennou's adaptational expansion in Crystal was utterly botched and ended laughably.

[imperiumwifestrikesagain]

Six(teen) sentence Saturday

I’ve been too out of it to play the past couple of weeks (turns out having no iron in your body is not good for you. Hoping the iron infusion kicks in soon), so I’m giving a bonus.

You know what we haven’t had at Mid-Wilshire since you were a rookie?”

“What?” Lucy asks with an eye roll as the coffee machine does it’s thing.

“More than one rookie,” Smitty announces, and if her mind hadn’t sprung straight to Jackson, she may have seen the sly grin on Smitty’s face.

“And?” Lucy follows up, mostly annoyed.

“Just got me thinking about those good ol’ rookie traditions. Calling em boot, plain clothes day, the Round Up.” Her mind then flashes to the day of the last round up at Mid-Wilshire. Of her and Tim working together, him trying to cheat, and then fixing the scores in the women’s locker room after the day was over. It also makes her think of Isabel, of how broken Tim was at that time, and how he doesn’t act that way with her now. It makes her think of just how bad of an idea it would be to even think about a round up with herself and Tim being two of the training officers. She doesn’t want Tim to be reminded of Isabel, because she’s not sure she could ever stand to see him go back to his ex-wife and leave her in the dust. She needs to shut Smitty down about this ridiculous idea of his.

“Smitty,” she warns, urging him to drop it.

“Are you afraid to lose Chen?” he throws out, knowing this is what will get her on board. “Now that you’re not on Bradford's team?”

[tsukuyomii45]

AU. What if Rin survived Kakashi's Chidori, but Obito thinks she died, and he went and became a mysterious Vigilante, hunting down evildoers, on the side of doing Madara's bidding, but Obito still retains his skepticism of the plan but still goes along with it because he's got nothing left to lose. Obito would become a ghost story to the Leaf, and Minato and Kakashi try to capture him once but fail. What would your headcanons be for this AU?

Before I can provide my thoughts here, where is Rin?? HEADCANONS BELOW!

Edit: (30/04/2023)

As you've mentioned in the replies below:

-She (Rin) is being trained by Tsunade, having survived thanks to Isobu. She has become close to Isobu in the weeks following her becoming a Jinchuriki. Isobu offers support and wisdom to her and helps her harness his power. She does go on missions with Kakashi and Minato. And she has realized that she only had a crush on Kakashi, but she started to realize that she felt something stronger for Obito.*

*My take on said feelings for Obito would be after Kakashi revealed to her in the Kannabi mission that he was going to abandon her while Obito was willing to save her. For the longest time ever since she returned and survived as a Jinchuuriki, Obito was all that she could think about as the person who cared for her the most in her life and did everything out of his love. She yearns for him, regrets her selfishness, and always goes to his "grave" to talk to him. -And by this point Obito will have killed hundreds of people, so he is no longer the same person he used to be and he's started to hate himself because of it.*

*Obito would only reluctantly go with Madara's plans because he has no other purpose, while terrorizing evil-doers at the same time as you mentioned. But the one reason that makes Madara's plans take so long to accomplish is because RIN is a Jinchuuriki, and he doesn't want to stand in the way of her living her life now that she's alive. So, every time Rin and Obito cross paths, Rin would think he's a villain and attack him, but Obito does nothing other than defend himself without landing a scratch on her. This makes Rin grow suspicious and in turn, more curious about the mysterious masked man. Ironically, Obito seems to not mind attacking Kakashi and Minato aggressively, while sparing Rin.

And since you mentioned in the replies below that Obito would be aware but is reluctant to return because he feels he doesn't deserve it at all, and Team Minato hunts him down - so here's my take on the the one way they'd find out who Obito is eventually is of the following: *Obito leaves clues about himself - the first major clue is his refusal to attack Rin and how he is quick to disappear whenever she thinks she has gotten closer to him.

*The second clue is Kakashi's dogs; Kakashi would manage to tear Obito's sleeve and obtain a piece of cloth from him, and utilize his dogs to find clues about him. Pakkun would somehow relate the scent on his cloth into an item from Obito's former house in the Uchiha District, or from the dirt in the cemetery. Why his grave soil? Because Obito tends to hang around the cemetery, listening to Rin talking to him by his grave. His shoes would leave a clue. *The next clue is when Rin is attacked by the Akatsuki; and it would be a coincidence in which Rin just happened to be in their line of sight, so the Akatsuki members would take advantage of having the 3-tails right between their palms, and Obito would then intercept secretly and save her by sucking her into his Kamui dimension, then take her to a safe place far away.

Here, Rin would demand to know who he is and why he keeps saving her, and Obito tries to get away but Rin utilizes her 3-tails chakra to injure him quickly, since Obito dropped his guard around her.

She then attacks him, and one blow from a kick infused with her bijuu chakra could break half of the mask, but this time Obito no longer defends himself and decides to throw her off and incapacitate her with his Wood Release; and threatens her menacingly to stop pursuing him or he'll kill her. He immediately knocks her out and teleports her back to where her team is. Rin then tells them everything. Team Minato realizes that the one way to grab the masked man's attention is by bait, and the best way is using a Jinchuuriki. Since Rin cannot be used as a bait, Naruto convinces his father and Kakashi to let him help them find out who the mysterious masked man is. Minato and Kushina were very reluctant, but Naruto said that nothing can hurt Kurama even if they tried, and so they've developed a team powerful enough to trap Obito.

Naruto would be the one to tear off the mask similar to how he did it in the 4th shinobi world war.

Team Minato would only fall into complete shock, especially Kakashi who gets shaken up and starts trembling and breathing heavily, and Rin, who cannot believe her eyes, fearlessly gets closer to him despite trembling. Rin would allow her anger to leak out as she screams at him, demanding answers from him, but Obito only looks at her with a solemn smile, steps closer to her, caresses her cheek, freezing her in her spot as he says, "I was there. I know everything." Then his hand would slip from her cheek and he would press his palm to her chest, where her drumming heart is, and say, "Ever since that day, the Obito that you knew all your life... died along with you."

[femmefatalevibe]

Hello Femme!

I'm thinking about becoming a model (I know a couple of them and they agree that I would make a good editorial model), and I know that you need to have impeccable skin, hair and nails for the job. The only problem is that I bit my nails as a kid and now they're super brittle, deformed and I have a ton of hangnails that I end up pulling. Do you have any advice besides going to a nail salon to get them fixed?

Thank you so much! I'm a big fan of your work.

Hi love! Thank you so much for your support. Your kind and encouraging words mean a lot to me <3

Here are some suggestions to prevent/treat hangnails at home:

Apply coconut oil, Vaseline, or a vitamin E-infused cuticle oil to your cuticles a few times per week (potentially daily in a colder, dry climate)

Use hand lotion at least twice a day or every time after washing your hands. Concentrate the product on your nailbeds and wear gloves after applying the lotion at night if needed (the CeraVe one with hyaluronic acid is a great affordable option!)

Cut (don't pull!) your hangnails off after getting out of the shower (or after soaking your hands in a hot towel). Gently file the nail with a glass nail file to smooth/straighten the edge

Incorporate whole food sources of Biotin and other B vitamins (like vitamin B12 and folate) as well as iron, protein, magnesium, omega 3 fatty acids, vitamin C, and zinc into your diet

Drink plenty of water

Hope this helps xx

[kitcat992]

Author Update

So after blinking a few times and realizing we're nearing the end of January — damn, time flies — I've been able to catch up on a few things, slowly but surely, and one of which has been my Tumblr account. Instead of individually addressing questions Imma just be lazy and do it all in one post 😛

For those unaware, I had some gnarly surgery in the beginning of December right after I concluded Identity Crisis. While the surgery went fine, I've unfortunately been dealing with some nasty post-op complications. It put a wrench in literally all my plans, schedules, arrangements — you name it. My naive dumbass thought I'd be a spring chicken back at things within a few weeks andddddd that's not what happened. At all 😅

As I'm (very slowly) getting my health back on track, I'm still working to respond to everyone's AMAZING, kind, loving, so supportive feedback on the last two chapters of the story. Every single comment means the world to me and there were so many times I read them, over and over again, right after surgery because I was at my lowest and everything said and mentioned just touched my heart in all the best ways. I consumed your comments like medicine; each one helped me heal in all the right ways. I love every one of you and I want you all to know that. 💙❤️💙 When I say your feedback has kept me going, I meant that in SO many ways.

To everyone asking when Identity Within will start, I'm aiming for spring. I won't set a date at this very moment because, since this surgery, life has decided that every time I set a date for sometime it laughs and ridicules me and stomps all over that plan like a bully. 🙃 I'm currently in the midst of getting iron infusions, one of the many things to get myself back to par after said surgery tanked my levels so hard I nearly wound up with a blood transfusion as well. For those who've never had severe anemia, it makes 2+2 downright impossible. It makes everything impossible. You can barely think let alone keep your eyes open. Problem for this bitch is she's anemic on a good day, so the amount of blood I lost via surgery didn't bode well. Unexpected, but whacha gunna do. Take it one day at a time.

In the interim, I'm filling in the final plot holes of my outline and once that's done and every chapter is arranged, I plan to start the Prologue. Here's to hoping spring looks a hella lot better than winter has turned out to be 🤞

In the hiatus that follows, now's a great time for anyone who is interested to do a read-up on the series. As we enter the final installment and conclude the saga, you'll be amazed at all the strings that tie together all the way back to the first book 😉

I send my love and can't wait to see ya'll there 💙❤️💙

[snoffyy]

Not me crawling back into fandom with more grumpy surgeon Zhao trash -

“… surgical management of this aortic aneurysm with… any ideas?”

Blank faces stared back at him. Zhao sighed.

“ANH. Which stands for…?”

A spark of realisation flickered in the face of one of the students up front. They tentatively raised their hand, calling out, “Autologous normovolemic haemodilution?”

Finally.

“Yes,” Zhao said, trying to not let his impatience leak into his voice. This group of students were… quiet, to say the least. “However, the patient’s blood tests revealed that their haemoglobin was not at the desired levels. Why would that be, judging from the biometric data on screen?”

He pointed at the projector screen, a table of values neatly collated (and hastily thrown together one afternoon in-between dictating reports).

Another hand.

“The patient is underweight, so their total blood volume and red cell mass would be below normative range?”

“Very good,” Zhao nodded, tapping the spacebar on his laptop to get to the next slide. “Therefore, I prescribed erythropoietin and an intravenous infusion of iron to increase their haemoglobin levels. I am happy to note that they responded well to treatment and was able to enter surgery as scheduled. A fairly standard procedure. They received postoperative erythropoietin and iron and was discharged. Any questions?”

Several hands flew up.

“Seeing that the patient was underweight, did that influence your decision on the procedure you used for extracorporeal circulation?”

“Not necessarily. I settled on retrograde autologous priming, RAP, as you know it, because it has been proven to be a safer and less invasive procedure for both adult and paediatric patients,” Zhao answered. “Patient safety, of course, is paramount, and I don’t see the benefit in taking unnecessary risks.”

Another question was echoed back at him, and he answered dutifully, mind helplessly wandering back to so many years ago, when he was the student sitting at the front, confusion swirling in his head as he tried to make sense of the case study, the surgeon sitting on the panel seemingly untouchable and intimidating beyond their years.

And now he was the surgeon, taking the place of that almost enigmatic professional with the perfect poker face and unerring air.

Sometimes, he wondered how he ended up here.

.

Closing hours was Zhao’s favourite time at the café. Only a scant few weeks ago, he’d hesitated to stay that long, but Yue had managed to convince him that she didn’t mind and that she enjoyed having someone to chat to while she closed shop. Trust her to insist sending her staff home earlier while she took on the last few tasks herself.

“So, why medicine?”

He jolted out of his chamomile daze (Yue had cut him off after his second cup of coffee, the nerve of her) to raise his head in the direction of her voice.

“Pardon?”

“Why medicine?” she repeated. “I don’t think I’ve ever asked you.”

Where to even begin? His reasons for entering study into medicine was a convoluted process, and a cause of strife for much of his life. At times it felt like he was putting up a front, unwilling to admit that medicine wasn’t his first love; an almost unspoken blasphemy he shouldn’t be divulging.

But something urged him to tell Yue. Something innate knew she wasn’t the type to judge or hold implicit bias against him. She was simply someone who, over the months he’d spent getting to know through simple interactions of buying coffee, had integrated herself into his routine without him noticing or minding.

“My parents wanted me to do medicine,” Zhao confessed. “They were the type who would drag me to tutoring sessions every day after school, made me study ahead of the school curriculum, and told everyone that I was going to study medicine in the future. They never did that for any of my siblings. I was the eldest, so I suppose they placed all their expectations on me. But for whatever reason, I did well enough academically and passed all the applications and interviews to land myself a spot in med school.”

Yue paused in the middle of cleaning to stare at him, surprised.

“But it wasn’t all on them. I met my roommate and eventually best friend in undergrad,” Zhao said, a fond smile beginning to involuntarily form. “His name was Lu Ten. Now he was the type of person you knew was going to get into med school when he told you he wanted to. He was… brilliant. We suffered through pre-med together, got through the applications together, and got our acceptance letters at the same time. He was an inspiration, and he inspired me to keep going. I wanted to make a difference in the world, not necessarily through healthcare, but in any way I could. It was his drive that drew me in, made me feel that I could be my own person. I don’t know what I would’ve done without him. But…” his smile dropped. “I found out soon enough.”

Yue planted a hand over his, squeezing briefly before she lifted away again, empathetic knowing shining in her eyes.

“What happened?” she still asked quietly.

“Freak accident,” Zhao whispered. “Walking home late at night, got caught between a gang war, and…” he mimed cocking a gun. “Only casualty. Innocent bystander with a brilliant future ahead of him, and he was gone. Just like that. I was at a practical that day and I’d lost my stethoscope, so he lent me his. I still have it.”

He always carried it around in his bag. Still shiny and clean, as new as it was the day Lu Ten had given it to him with a laugh and a tease that he’d better not lose this one or it was going to be counted towards his student debt.

He barely used the stethoscope. It had become something close to a good luck charm. And something told him he wouldn’t throw it away even if it fell into tatters.

“I’m so sorry to hear that,” Yue said, eyes brimming with empathy.

Zhao let out a slow breath. “Med school was… a chore. I went through the modules wondering if I should even be there. My parents paid my school fees. They were, uh, well-off, and I suppose it became a matter of pride that I didn’t just up and quit.”

“Something must’ve changed your mind,” Yue surveyed him sharply. “You wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

Zhao ducked his head to conceal a small grin. “I was actually looking up different degrees and jobs. I was tempted to join the navy when I was scheduled to visit a rural hospital in the middle of nowhere for an observation. And that visit changed everything. It’s funny, because I was supposed to be there for mainly ophthalmology, but then one of the cardiac surgeons offered for me to sit in on one of their appointments, and I thought, ‘What the hell? Sure.’”

“Your eureka moment,” Yue laughed. “I can relate. First time I steamed milk correctly, I knew I found my role.”

“Exactly like that,” Zhao curled his hands tighter around the mug. “The cardiovascular system made sense to me. It was the integration point for me to understand all the other systems. I loved it. And seeing it in practice, everything seemed to unravel and connect all at once.”

Yue leaned against the counter. “I’m glad you found your calling.”

“But at the same time, I hated that I loved it,” he admitted. “Something my parents had been pushing me towards my whole life, and the moment I observed my first cardiology appointment, I wanted it as badly as they did. I was at the point of wanting to drop out and go no contact, but then… something just clicked, as cliché as it is to say it. I eventually went no contact with my family anyway, but I walked away with something that I had come to love.”

“My dad didn’t like the idea of me starting my own business,” Yue glanced at one of the paintings hanging on the walls. “He came around eventually. I can’t imagine how hard it was for you to walk away from your family, no matter how much you disagreed with them.”

“It was hard,” Zhao traced the patterns whorled around the mug’s rim. “And harder yet to admit that I came to enjoy the one thing they kept pushing me to do. But I loved medicine in my own way. Just like how you’ve crafted your café in your own way.”

She smiled, and it was in that moment, it felt like a barrier had broken down between them and Zhao was being seen in a way he hadn’t in a long, long time.

“I’m not a very good teacher,” he blurted out, not knowing why. “I go to the panels at local medical schools anyway, but I’m not Lu Ten. He’d have loved it. He wanted to go into paediatrics. I could never.”

“But you’re here now,” Yue said gently. “And you’re making a difference. You like it, don’t you?”

He thought for a long moment, Yue’s smile overlapping with his memories of Lu Ten’s. Any one of the patients he’d had could have been a Lu Ten to someone. Any one of them could have been a Yue. There were people out there worth saving, and then there were people that made saving worth it. Sometimes, there were those that were both.

He wondered how he’d almost forgotten that.

“Yes…” he said softly, watching Yue begin puttering around again with her spray bottle and rag. “I suppose I do.”

[lost-space-echo]

OC x OC Original RP Idea, 21+, MxF

If you're reading this, hello! I came up with this universe a couple of years ago with a partner that I had a falling out with. I'm now looking for someone new to flesh out this universe further. Are you in? Firstly, let's start with the time period. The idea originally was in the time of the Japanese warriors, but due to (somewhat obvious) lack of historical knowledge, I think this would work better in a medieval-esque time period. You'll see why later on. The story is as follows: Small settlements and villages all across the lands have had major issue with these creatures that blend all too well into human society. Most get along well with humans, and oftentimes live peaceful lives amongst them. But there is a powerful band of these creatures that have found the massive power surge the taste of human blood can give them. The tradeoff, however, is that too much human blood too quickly turns these creatures into monsters, and human blood is so incredibly addictive and intoxicating, it's near impossible to stop once one has started. The king has hired a group of hunters to go out and hunt down these creatures before they become the monsters that have been plaguing the citizens of the kingdom. The hunters have specialized, enchanted blades infused with pure iron - the only weapons on the planet that can do permanent damage to these creatures. Otherwise, these creatures are immortal, and have a Deadpool/Wolverine-esque ability to recover from the most brutal of wounds. It's been several months now, and the hunters have all been but wiped out, leaving only a handful. All the hunters have been doing is providing a constant food source, and so what remains of the group has been disbanded. At least, that's what they want the creatures to believe. The creatures posses one of three elemental abilities, and thrive in areas that have access to the source of these abilities. The creatures with an affinity for water tend to live near the ocean, or lakes, or rivers. Creatures with an affinity for wind tend to enjoy open plains or coastlines, where the wind blows freely across the landscape. And creatures with an affinity for fire tend to live near volcanoes, or along the equator, or in places where forest fires thrive. These natural elemental sources not only empower the creatures further, but can heal them as well. Any creatures that are injured need to only embrace the power of their natural elemental source. But another benefit human blood offers, is that it can heal all wounds when consumed, even if their skin is burning after touching a pure iron weapon. The creatures can ingest human food and drink, but it does not give the same energy that their element or human blood would. Instead, most creatures ingest human food and drink simply because they enjoy the flavor, or would like to blend in, or both. That's not to say that the temptation to try human food isn't there, especially if someone is injured and bleeds around them, but most can control their urges to drink. Your character, preferably male, is one of these creatures. You've been living peacefully within your small little village, and you've never revealed yourself as one of the creatures. But you've never really had to. The village dwells right along the edge of your element (you get to decide what that element is), so you've never truly been in need of sustenance. But you can feel that something has shifted nearby, and that the group of creatures has infiltrated your village, especially when a hunter (my character, female) enters the village the very next day, following a lead she had picked up weeks ago. Yes, basically the characters are supercharged vampires, sue me. What happens next is really up to us, but ideally I'd like this to be slow burn romance with lots of angst and buildup. I write in third person, and can give several paragraphs per response. I ask that my partner does the same, but I understand that sometimes simplicity is better than overcomplication. I look forward to hearing from you, and will gladly answer any questions you may have.

[loftwingsuarus]

What the fuck is revival depression syndrome

~~~

Citra was in and out of sleep her first week.

"Commander Damisch," Cirrus said, "Amy and Janelle are wondering if you'll be here for the rest of the revivals." Citra blinked her bleary eyes. The fog did not clear. Commander?

Rowan was still holding her hand. A tablet was balanced on his knee, and he craned his neck to use it. The room's lights were dimmed.

"Amy is in charge until Citra is well again."

Citra watched Rowan scroll through the tablet single-handed and tap some profiles, watched the way his eyes flickered across the words. Dark circles like crescent moons sagged beneath his eyes. For someone who decided they were not in charge, they were certainly very concerned with staying updated.

"I have her revival process handled," Cirrus said.

"I'm aware. Just let them know."

"I am not discouraging you, of course. It will be good for her to have someone here. While I am missing many functions of a default revival center, it is nothing which would prevent a full recovery. However, that does leave me to contend with Post-Revival Depression Syndrome. While it will not afflict anyone for more than a week or so, it is rather unpleasant."

Rowan glanced up, his brows furrowed in concern.

"Explain."

"You may think of major depressive disorder, and its related diagnoses. Post-Revival Depression Syndrome can exhibit itself similarly. Other side effects replicate those of ill-advised sedative use, such as barbiturates or benzodiazepines. I cluster treatment types based on the individual's prognosis. The neural pathways are recovered long before they are awake. Nanite infusions can be used to recreate brain structures, neurons, and synapses down to the molecular level. It is the process of regaining consciousness itself which is difficult."

Rowan got the sense that it was 'difficult' in a variety of ways.

"This applies to neurotransmitters such as-"

"Serotonin, histamine, GABA, dopamine, acetylcholine, norepinephrine..." Rowan knew the rest of them, along with their categories. He thought about waking up suddenly, with a random fraction of his brain functionality impaired or in disarray. "No CNS inhibitor like being dead.”

"Precisely. Symptoms of Revival Depression Syndrome include anhedonia, emotional instability, parasomnia, weakness, migraines, nausea, bradypnea, incoordination, cognitive impairment, disinhibition, difficulty concentrating, disorientation, memory problems, and experiences of derealization. Rarer symptoms include altered consciousness, paranoia, hallucinations, self-harm, and suicidal ideation.”

Citra remembered quite a few of the common ones from when she woke up after the sinking of Endura. That was a difficult revival, even with all the proper functionalities of a regular revival center. Rowan cringed.

"Let her sleep a little longer.”

"She has slept through most of it. Being awake is part of the reconstruction process. With my assistance, the mind will rebalance its own chemistry." Rowan let out a frustrated sigh. "There are no safeguards from such a thing, but it is good that you are here."

A small notification sound replaced Cirrus' voice momentarily. Every sound besides Rowan’s voice was tinny and horrible to Citra, like supermarket loudspeakers.

"Janelle says she's amazed by your devotion." Another ding. "Amy says not to worry, she has the other revivals handled.”

"You could run this whole place on your own," Rowan said, "And still you act like you're my secretary."

"Displays of hubris are not my prerogative, Commander Damisch." Citra would describe Cirrus' tone as ironic or playful, especially in that last phrase. A small smile came to his face.

"Amy's the commander right now," Rowan corrected.

"In my records, you are both designated Commander until Amy is relieved of her responsibilities."

Rowan pressed his lips into a thin line, and looked dumb while he was doing it. He glanced at Citra, then back at his tablet. And then he looked back at Citra again, wide-eyed, this time realizing that she was awake.

"Since when are you a commander?" she asked. She tried sitting up. Rowan squeezed her hand and leaned over. The tablet fell off his lap and hit the floor. He didn't care enough to pick it up.

"Are you okay?"

"Apparently I have Revival Depression Syndrome," she deadpanned. She sounded like death.

"But are you feeling alright?"

"Peachy. Actual Lucifer in hell told me to say hi."

Rowan ignored her attitude. He leaned down and gave her a kiss. The lights dimmed even more. His hand was warm on her cheek.

"Everything will be fine," he said softly. He did not even breathe, as if touching Citra was the most important thing to ever happen in his life. “I’m staying here with you.” If she spent any more time in bed, Citra was convinced she would turn into mold. 

“No, don’t. Sounds like whatever Commander Damisch does is important.”

She let go of Rowan’s hand, and forced her legs to move. It took more effort than she would’ve liked, but she managed. What incoordination? I’m fine.

Citra went to her feet and immediately collapsed. The whole ship was a rollercoaster. The universe was doing pirouettes. Her head was loopy. Rowan caught her. Nevermind, everything was fine.

“Citra!”

“Are you sure the gravity’s lighter?” she asked.

“Hmm, I wonder why it doesn't feel like that to you,” he said sarcastically.

~~~

eh. maybe ill write more. penis explosion

[toastess-with-the-mostess]

Let's Rewind! Toast watches Voltron: Defender of The Universe (1984)

Season 1, Episode 5: The Princess Joins Up

Just from the episode title alone, I know my boy Sven is about to be tossed out like TRASH

I wonder what Zarkon wants with Allura, Lotor hasn't been introduced yet so maybe just a political prisoner or something

All the guards and prisoners are like ??? because haggar swears she'll upgrade the winner of this next gladiator fight so they can go against voltron if they didn't push the "all the soldiers were robots not people" narrative so much I'd agree but one of them asked how she could improve robots,, many ways sir and it's worse because she uses magic

Again some of these robeast and alien designs are so cool, very creative and reminds me biology is a suggestion when it comes to making a new species

A look into haggar lab, interesting actually it's just being used as a torture chamber where she infuses magic into them while they're still awake to feel the pain, horrifying

On Arus again, now it's the team calling out to the remaining Arusians into the tunnel to give them safety in the castle AND LANCE ALMOST FALLS OFF A CLIFF, GREAT START It's ok Keith grabs him before he dies

Pidge and Hunk are also trying to convince some people to come by, too bad their main selling point is wanting their cooking because it doesn't work with them either

I couldn't find a gif of the team sitting on this brick wall which I thought was super cute, and I don't want to screenshot that rn, so now it's up to imagination but fr trust me the team are all cuties

"I hate to give [Allura] the bad news :(" to "Sorry! No one wants to help!" PIDGE A LITTLE MORE TACT PLEASE LMAO

Something interesting, Hunk points out that they can't use Voltron to outright attack Zarkon and Allura agrees because he's a defender Knowing that they defeat everyone at the end after outright attacking castle doom, it seems kind of ironic BUT ALSO in Voltron Force (2011) we get an episode that revisits this legit subject and answers why or why not that would change That'll be a fun episode to review when I get to it

Again why would he want Princess Allura so bad, political prisoner is my best idea here This is probably where the Keith/Allura shipping started because after Coran mentions that Keith is super quick to threaten violence against the guy if he tries to touch her I mean ignoring the fact that it's one of the more obvious pairings lol

An attack! And they destroyed that satellite dish thing that Sven and Allura just finished building, rip

They routinely call the lions "space lions" which I guess makes sense but if Earth or at least the GG have been in contact with aliens for god knows how long it feels like it's kind of redundant to specifically say they're from space

Again with the GoLion references, I don't remember it being this abundant it's just them saying the name GoLion btw, nothing subtle LMAO

This week's robeast is called the Dieklops! They named this one pretty well, so there's some hope for the future, This one is heavier than the last one at only 4100 short tons!

I like to think that the team fights in the lions first before forming Voltron because they're trying to see what it can do, and it's a lot easier to annoy a robeast into showing its cards when there's more of you

Activate interlocks, dynotherms connected, infracells up, mega thrusters are go! They finally did the chant this time! Maybe it's because I religiously rewatch Voltron Force (2011) but I expected them to say "Let's go voltron force!" but instead they just shouted Voltron that's ok too I guess

I didn't comment on the transformation sequence last time, but it's pretty cool because it reminds me of some frankenstein's monster type stuff especially because there are a lot of electricity crackles and zaps seen and heard when voltron forms

AND IM FREEEE FREEE FALLIN

Ok but actually though that's a really interesting landscape near the castle, pretty secure in case of ground attacks but what about when natural disasters hit? It probably isn't that safe

I know the show just pulls phrases out of its ass to sound futuristic but "nucleonic circut" is wild

Alfor CREATED voltron?? Again I'm twisting it to my own version because I can't trust them telling a linear story here, but my thinking is that after Voltron was officially split into five, Alfor later discovered them and had them slowly rebuilt as mechs which is why they form like this now

Man these guys suck at dodging

oh shit now the castle is getting taken apart I know what happens next but it's still wild

HELLO?? CORAN WHY WOULD YOU TELL HER TO SURRENDER WHEN YOU SAID THAT ZARKON NEVER BACKS DOWN

I think it's a nice touch that Voltron has expressions whenever he fights, kind of hints at his magical nature even though in this show they're just treated as machines and nothing more

Alfor ex machina returns and confirmation that Zarkon is the one who killed Alfor

Goodbye decrepit old castle of Arus, hellooo new futuristic version!

OH SHIT WATCH OUT ALLURA STAYS STRAPPED ok maybe I was wrong about this episode being the one where Sven gets nerfed

Robeast is defeated but as Allura monologues they show a slide show of all the lions with their pilots on top, except the first one we see is blue and Allura on top lol that must've been weird for kids who saw it air

Episode end! Another short one it feels like, or is it because it was such a simple premise This is the last one for tonight, and hopefully I'll be able to do one tomorrow, but it's my busiest day of the week :/