#no caretaker for you elliot

[scratchandplaster]

Stack The Deck - PART 9

CW: regretful Whumper, Lima syndrom, trauma, paranoia

PART 8 ⇽ [Masterlist] ⇾ PART 10

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Things had gone worse during the short break they took from each other. Morris came back to look at him, silent and frantic, while gathering his luggage.

Everything went by quickly after that, Elliot being lifted from the mattress and stashed away in the Civic's backseat, waiting to be picked up. He couldn't overhear the mysterious call Morris made in the next room, but whoever he spoke to made quite an impact on his behavior. Amber; she had to be it this time. He deserved to live after all, the high court decided.

Wordlessly, Morris had joined him in the car just moments later. Quiet curses roamed through the space between, his eyes always fixed on the man in the windshield's reflection. 

It felt like a dream, entering the daylight again. Melting snow coated the meadows and industrial structures that slipped past them with anxious pace, hinting at the first signs of winter. It's Sunday, he realized, the first Advent.

Just a few more rehearsals, and their performance would be flawless. He couldn't wait to see the joy they always brought to the audience, the more reserved admirers of their art had their own way to express that.

Suddenly, the car came to a stop. Elliot faintly recognized the area, a few miles away from suburbia; he was closer to home than he imagined. As he admired the gentle blanket of white that glazed the street, an ice-cold gust of air surprised him. Morris pushed himself out of the driver's side to open the rear door, with a firm grab on his coat collar, he was pulled out to stand.

"Up you go, Ell!"

The soft crunch of snow underneath felt surreal, like it didn't belong there. Swaying lightly in the frosty breeze, boiling up from the inside but breathing out nothing more than little clouds, Elliot was held up by strong hands.

It was Advent Sunday in the deserted wilderness, nobody in sight. A perfect place to get rid of someone.

With a painful frown in his features, Morris continued to search for eye contact and was rewarded with a glassy stare. He prayed to never meet him again, to be something else than the stopgap.

"Ell, you're a decent guy. I wished we had met under nicer circumstances."

Silence. Elliot thought about spring, and his mother. He doesn't call often enough.

"I will end your life, if any of this gets to the authorities."

Nodding synchronously to his heartbeat, he didn't dare to take the chance.

It's a trick, he's going to put a bullet into my head the second I turn around. The fact that Morris was way more fond of everything that could stab didn't convince him otherwise. It's a trick.

"I thought - you know, I had this whole plan made up... Fuck! It's going to be okay." Pulling the sad piece of dried up cotton out of his pocket, Morris began draping the scarf around Elliot's neck, back to its original purpose. Fingers plucked at it, fluffing it up and around to offer the best protection.

"Listen, it doesn't matter how you feel about me right now, the second you're downtown, you need to go to a hospital."

"Yeah." A caw was all he would get out anymore.

"Nonono, listen. You go to the ER and tell them you, I don't know, slammed your hand in a car door. They won't believe a word, but that doesn't matter. Stick to that story, and they will stop asking eventually." 

Morris had other worries right now, planning to delete all his unnoticed messages before anyone would lay an eye on it, a witness to his failure.

"Don't call her, okay? That's not your problem anymore."

Amber didn't use to be his problem for quite a while, actually, not until two days ago. He had pressed her and the little quirks she brought far away, the walls had ripped open now, bleeding inside and out.

Brown eyes dead focused on the asphalt, skin red with infection.

"Okay?"

Only nodding, again.

"Two miles, this way," Morris whispered closely and pointed to the steeple in the distance. It was a fast gesture, nearly over in a blink of an eye, but Elliot could still sense the firm hug Morris gave him, pressing into his shoulders to send shockwaves down his spine.

"In another life, I'm sure we would've had a great time together, right?" Putting the phone back into Elliot's pocket, Amber's number deleted just in case, he held the weak figure at his waist to keep it upright. There was a lot to say, an apology or maybe just a lonely goodbye, but nothing came over Morris' lips.

The pressure left Elliot, standing on his own. It would happen any second, he knew that now, a quick stab between the ribs to let it all out. Morris wouldn't drag this out, he was a decent man too, after all. Watching the sky, blues and grays mixing together in the morning sun, he waited for the end of his suffering.

The motor that never stopped running sounded so far away suddenly, just a buzz in the shell of his ear. He waited.

I don't call mom often enough, really.

Through the back mirror, Morris traced the abandoned man at the edge of the road. He looked so tiny against the open nature, vulnerable to the forces of nature.

Even if he had the nerve left to look at the license plates, he seemed to pass on this opportunity. They would be changed in the near future anyway. Before making it around a curve, he could see how his legs started to stumble forward, too bruised and stiff to bend correctly, but still going. He was expected back home; at least that he had to get right, the rest was irrelevant.

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Elliot couldn't remember how he made it back to his apartment building, the world drifted around him in a blur of colors. At one point, he carried himself into a subway station, leaning against the handrails like a wasted lunatic. 

He heard laughter far away, normally anxious it could be about him, but these thoughts were nowhere near. He was glad nobody spoke to him, no help, no nervous interest. Morris would be back, and everyone who suspected foul play regarding the injuries put themselves at the same risk he lived through.

Just me, just me and nobody else. Nobody can know-

Struggling to get the door open, his forehead pressed violently against the wood to keep balance, until the keys finally slipped in to enter the only place left untainted. With a clumsy kick of his foot, it slammed shut again.

Elliot would have fallen asleep, if a silent hop hadn't greeted him near instantly. It felt wrong to have Ginkgo's soft hair next to his agony-ridden body, her noiseless presence coming over him in a wave of peace. She must have been starving by now, neglected for days.

What am I even good for?

Silently apologizing over and over again, he let his unmarked hand pet over her back, smearing wayward fluids all through her precious gray-brown fur. Any minute now, it's not safe.

So caught in his fear he tasted at the back of his throat, he tried to remember something that was promised just a few minutes earlier.

The rabbit's tiny snout nibbled and licked at his elbow, kissing away some scattered drops of blood. Oh, I forgot the yogurt drops.

Half of him wasn't present anymore, gone with time. He was a stain on the mattress, a pool on the bathroom floor. It's a trick, he will come back again. Lost in the feverish heat of his own grimy body, he continued to lay still, only being roused by Ginkgo from time to time. 

I need to feed her.

Acting on autopilot again, his body moved towards the pantry. He watched himself fill her bowl up with fresh water along with hay and her usual muesli, ending the basic task by sitting next to her on the floor, breathing heavily. 

"You're okay," he gasped, not sure who of the two he meant, "you're going to be okay!"

The whole left side of his body was numb, its mere existence scrapped from the mind's perception, like it didn't belong to him.

He needed to prepare for his captor's return: barricade the door, get a knife - a hammer, anything to protect himself. Later, his screaming muscles dictated, letting the husk of a person sink into the ground beneath.

Elliot was allowed to rest now, although his suffering was for nothing. Alas, that's the nature of it.

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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Febuwhump 2023 Masterlist]

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[livelaughwhump]

For the five sentence fic

"He looks so peaceful asleep. I wish he was like while awake too" With Lyra holding a sleeping Elliot next to Brandon (maybe?)

Thank you so much💗

"He looks so peaceful while he sleeps. I wish he was like this while awake too." Lyra gently ran her fingers through Elliot's greasy hair, unable to take her eyes off of the content, restful look on his face.

"Me too," Broderick said. "It hurts seeing him so afraid all the time. He deserves to be happy."

"He will be happy again," Landon put in. "We're going to help him, all of us."

Lyra shook her head, feeling Elliot stir on her lap. "We can talk about this later," she whispered. "For now, just let him sleep."

[dmfromtheblacklagoon]

I've been craving a Stardew Valley show or short film, and this is who I would cast for each of the characters!

Please concernedape I need some sort of show regarding these babies I love them so much.

Wizard: Matt Berry (Laszlo Cravensworth, WWDITS)

Gus: Marco Barricelli (Massimo, Luca)

Lewis: William Dafoe (That weird guy that's in everything)

Willy: Tom Waits (Musician and entertainer)

Pierre: John Corbett (Chris Stevens, Northern Exposure)

Harvey: John Mulaney (My skrimblo)

Elliot: Christian Bale (Howl, Howl's Moving Castle english dub)

Gunther: Les Claypool (Lead bassist and vocals of Primus)

Linus: Ian Mckellen (Gandalf, LotR)

Abigail: Olivia Olsen (Marceline, Adventure Time)

Vincent: Collin Dean (Gregory, Over the Garden Wall)

Jas: Kyla Kowalewski (Anais, Amazing World of Gumball)

Jodi: Carolyn Lawrence (Sandy Cheeks, Jimmy Neutron)

Alex: Keanu Reeves (Theodore Logan, Bill and Ted)

Sam: Alex Winter (Bill S. Preston, Bill and Ted)

Sebastian: Aaron Dismuke (Tamaki Amajiki, BNHA, english dub)

Shane: Pedro Pascal (He just plays tired single caretakers so well)

Maru: Heidi Hynden Walch (Princess Bubblegum, Adventure Time)

Emily: Sarah-Nichole Robles (Luz, The Owl House)

Leah: Vico Ortiz (Jim, OFMD)

Marnie: Dolly Parton :]

Penny: Theresa Gallagher (Nichole, Amazing World of Gumball)

Morris: Bo Burnham (Capitalist goblin go brrr lmao)

Haley: Rachel McAdams (Regina George, Mean Girls original)

Robin: Kimberly Brooks (Jasper, Steven Universe)

Caroline: Deedee Magno (Pearl, Steven Universe)

Evelyn: Jennifer Saunders (Ms. Spink, Coraline)

George: Dan Castellanetta (Abe/Grampa Simpson)

Kent: Viggo Mortensen (Aragorn, LotR)

Mr. Qi: Keith David (Cat from Coraline, Husk from Hazbin Hotel)

Sandy: Wendie Malick (Edalyn, the Owl House)

Leo: Kwesi Boakye (Darwin, Amazing world of Gumball)

Krobus: Alex Hirsch (Only suitable voice for him)

Let me know if you would like more stuff like this later on! Enjoy folks :D

[withered--s0uls]

Human & Vampire MD AU concept

Tws: childhood trauma, mention (no description of) child abuse, siblings being separated / taken away from parents, parental death

Disclaimer: I'm a System myself, so any talk about DID/OSDD1 here is based off my experiences and adjusted to fit a fantasy setting. This may not match everyone's experience with being a System and I'm sorry if it doesn't match yours or you don't feel it's accurate enough.

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Okay, so my Take on a Human/Vampire AU right?

N & Cyn:

N and Cyn are biological siblings. Their birth parents were not good to them. Cyn (not her name at this point) does develop DID because of this as a young child.

A conflict happens in the family and N gets separated from his sister. They lose contact. N has always been her safe person and safe space, so this experience is extremely stressful and traumatizing. This results in the system splitting a factive Introject of him. "N"s job in the system is to take care of the body physically and emotionally when need be and to be a comfort to the other alters (Caretaker/Caregiver/Soother, Emotional Protector). Aside from "N" there already were two other alters before him.

C & Y.

C is a Protector/Avenger and Gatekeeper, she typically deals with conflict and arguments and is more outspoken about things. However, if a situation requires them to seek a hiding spot for safety she will opt for that as well.

Y is a trauma Holder and little who is stuck at the time of the trauma, meaning they don't age up and are forever the age range the body was during the trauma / when the trauma started.

Throughout the next 1-2 years there are two more fully formed alters (the system probably has fragments that aren't as developed too, but I'll only touch on the alters that matter for the AU story).

Cyn & Solver.

Cyn picks her name based on the three alters already existing, She is the new host of the system (prior there wasn't a clear host). Cyns Identity also is what the system uses as their "Singletsona".

Later on the body gets infected with the vampire virus. How I still need to settle on, but I am tempted to make the parents neglect and abuse part of the cause.

The process of turning is painful and traumatic, and Solver splits. In the headspace, Solver takes the form of the body as a vampire.

Solver is a Persecutor (under the definition misguided protector - harming the system and its surroundings as a form of protection).

They and "N" tend to co front for making sure the body feeds, "N" because it's part of his Caretaker job to make sure they eat and drink & Solver bc they're the only alter comfortable with the whole Vampire situation.

Eventually Cyn finally gets taken away from her abusive parents and the system ends up in an orphanage.

Here they socially officially change their name to "Cyn", wanting to separate themselves from their past life and self. The only thing they don't want to forget is N, and they haven't heard from him since they were separated.

Until one day the Elliot Family comes to the Orphanage - or well, the parents and two of their kids. Tessa and their adopted son.

Said Son and Cyn make eye contact and recognize each other as N & his little sister. N pulls his adoptive parents aside and points to Cyn, telling them that he's pretty sure that's his little sister.

After some confirmation, both between the siblings and also with official documents, the family adopts Cyn as well, reuniting the siblings!

It seems fine until the vampire situation becomes an issue. The family doesn't know. The secret and whole vampire thing in general puts stress on the system.

Solver fronts to feed, and ends up feeding off and infecting N and V. Another night it happens again with J. (Harming the body as a form of protection in this case; making the system feel more ashamed and guilty about the vampire situation to be sure they won't tell someone who could actually hurt them.)

N, V and J after turning make sure to keep Cyn fed so Tessa and the parents never get turned.

Also technically Cyn isnt aware of the system beyond thinking the alters are "imaginary friends". Mainly bc many systems dont figure it out until they are much older so I feel making a kid aware of it would be a little inaccurate. Not saying it never happens but still.

N does take note that Cyn sometimes acts "off" but puts it down as not having seen her in 2-3 years and her probably having experienced more trauma since, not to mention the vampire situation once he learns of that.

Uzi:

Uzi lives with her single father Khan. Her mother died when she was really young for reasons Uzi doesn't know of.

Nori was a vampire, however Uzi doesn't know this. Uzi did inherit the virus but it is dormant and inactive.

Uzi is kind of an outcast at school, bullying and all, ever since she can remember. The only person who doesn't really judge her is Thad who hangs out with her sometimes.

This changed when the Elliots adopted N and he switched schools, joining Uzis class. His friendly demeanor causes him to actively try to befriend Uzi, even tho she's more than happy just hanging out with Thad occasionally. Over time however N manages to worm his way into her heart and they become friends and she starts helping him with math homework.

(V, J and Tessa attend the same school but are in parallel classes btw)

They're friends for about 1,5 - 2 years when the whole Cyn reunion and vampire infection happens.

How Uzi finds out about this is still on the table but oh well. Also, Uzis own vampirism becomes active, turning her too. Now here is two ways I can't decide between this could have happened.

N has told her about having turned a vampire, due to suddenly avoiding places with lots of sunlight and preferring evening hangouts and sleepovers over their typical day/afternoon hangouts. Also he stinks of sunscreen lol. --- one time, N desperately needs to feed but they're in a situation where he cannot do it (be it they are at school or on a trip or whatever - he cannot go away to try and find some wild animal to feed off of) so Uzi offers him that he can gave some of her blood. He hesitates, not wanting to hurt her. She insists because he's visibly not okay and she trusts him. He promises he won't turn her (as vampires can choose whether or not to inject the virus into their prey) and they get a quiet corner for him to feed off her. Everything seems fine until the following days Uzi has symptoms of turning. N had kept his promise, but being bitten awakened her own dormant virus. She doesn't know this tho and accuses N of lying to her and purposely turning her. They argue and their friendship takes a huge hit. Uzi turns to V and J instead of him to ask about what to do and how to keep herself fed and relies on V for help on her first few nightly escapes to hunt. Uzi would shut her down whenever she brings up how guilty N feels and how he misses her. She's mad at him until eventually finding out about her mother being a vampire (still deciding how) and then realizing it's not his fault. She feels guilty for blaming him and thinking he would break her trust and she then does everything in her power to make it up to him. He's upset she would think he's lying and genuinely believe that for so long, but he's happy to have her back.

Option 2 is Uzi and one of the vampire siblings both being hurt. They patch each other up and Uzi notices their blood being black (a vamp hc ive had since I was a teen lol) and asks about it, finding out about the situation. However during the patching up of wounds, some of the black blood enters her wound which activates her own vampire virus.

One option for this is that Uzi hurt herself prior to helping N watch Cyn and Cyn gets hurt whilst N isn't in the room. Uzi helps her and in the process Cyns blood gets into Uzis injury.

[ I am open for situation suggestions with N, V and maybe J ]

J & V:

Dont have a lot about them except that J was adopted first, she's a little older than Tessa even. V was adopted alongside N from where they were in the same orphanage.

J doesn't like Uzi when N starts hanging out with her. V does somewhat get along with her tho and helps Uzi when her own Vampirism activates.

Tessa:

Tessa is unaware of her siblings vampirism for the most part. She did notice them seemingly eating less though and is a little worried about that, she makes them snacks she knows they like to try and make sure they eat enough.

I feel if anyone were to tell her, it would be N. And he wouldn't tell that it's all of them. Only him and maybe Cyn, as he can pass that off as "well we ARE biological siblings after all".

Idk that's all I got for now.

Also Nori was either

killed by Khan after he found out she's a vampire

Died due to extended exposure to sunlight

Killed by vampire hunters

Majorly injured by hunters or the sun so Khan had to take her out of her miserly

:(

[s0ckh3adstudios]

(Reblogs appreciated! This post took longer than I wanted it to)

FINALLY FINISHED ENOUGH DOODLES TO POST THIS!! Okay! So, I guess this is an AU type deal- It's kind of headcanon but it's definitely not a canon thing so would probably go in AU territory. You know how I was talking about Jax and Ragatha with a sibling dynamic? What ifff. what iffff

So the idea here is- Harriet (Ragatha) and Elliot (Jax) were step-siblings in the real world. Harriet being the responsible, well-meaning, and friendly older sister with her little jerk of a step-brother Elliot. Their relationship is a bit rocky, mostly because Elliot is Not an easy person to connect with. And he is pretty salty about his parents divorce which lead to another marriage trapping him with an annoying older sister.

Their parents aren't very... attentive. Not very active participants in the lives of their kids. And that definitely contributed some things to Elliot's attitude, also influenced by some of their behaviors. Due to their parents lack of presence and awareness, Harriet sort of had to learn how to be a caretaker at a bit of an earlier age. Even before the divorce, she always needed to help out. She's mostly taking care of Elliot and doing all the house chores. She's not getting any rewards or any praise for what she does (not even from Elliot... At least often) but that's fine by her! She doesn't mind helping out! She's used to it. She's good at it. Who else would do it? It's fine she doesn't mind it's ok it's whatever it's fiiiiiine

Sort of taking a page out of my (significantly worse) younger sister, Elliot is an annoying little asshole and a very difficult kid to deal with. He's always conflicting against Harriet. Harriet is trying Her Best.

To try and support themselves and get more money to live off of, Harriet picked up a job at C & A.... It's a simple playtesting position! That shouldn't be too bad.

ANYWAY heegdhfhfgf yeah I'm happier with Jax's design than I am with Ragatha,,,, it's sort of the same feeling I have with my Queenie design? I feel like I could do more. I don't really like the design but I didn't have any other ideas. Happy with Jax tho! I think!

Like I said, this is probably more an AU than anything. If I draw more, maybe I should make a tag? I'll see if anyone is actually interested. Feel free to send asks, maybe we can think about this more :]

[armentas]

Hey there, everyone! My name's Elliot. I've had a writing blog for a while, but I've never tagged a post to officially "join" writeblr before. My blog is more a place to store random photos and silly posts that remind me of my OCs, but I really would like to turn it into something more substantial!

Some stuff about me:

I'm 19.

I'm a trans man, bisexual, and physically disabled.

My favorite genres are contemporary, surrealist, horror, Southern gothic, and historical fiction/fantasy.

You will always find me writing about tragic siblings and religious trauma. If there's a will, there's a way...

I might not always see them or stay on top of them, but I'm fine with being tagged/ask games/stuff like that.

Now, for the wip intros!

Haven

Plot: When a teenage girl finds herself back in her child self's body after wishing for "the good old days", she attempts to use this chance to prevent her brother's suicide.

Genre: Contemporary coming of age, second person interactive fiction

Heather: The main character. An extremely shy, isolated, self-absorbed 17 year old who wants to be unconditionally loved above all. Endlessly curious, and longs for independence while fearful of it. Artistic and daydreams to cope.

Beau: Heather's older brother. Taking care of Heather was his responsibility as a child due to their father working, and their mother's depression confining her to her room. Well liked and deeply kind, but coddling and dishonest, Beau does everything he can to keep his struggles from himself and others. Suffered from a traumatic car accident at 19, and killed himself at 24.

Erin: Has known the two since she was 12, and dated Beau since his car accident. Good sense of humor and doesn't bullshit anyone. She thinks Beau's digging his own mental hole, and that Heather's burdened him too much. The siblings' parents don't approve of Erin's relationship with him because of her drug addiction. 24 years old.

Trigger warnings: Suicide/suicide ideation, death, self harm, neglect, intense portrayals of anxiety and panic attacks, car accidents, drug use

Prodigal

Plot: A priest decides to bring justice to the world by slaughtering those he deems morally reprehensible in the eyes of God.

Genre: Loosely Victorian inspired fantasy, in a setting controlled and dominated by Catholicism. Religious (trauma) fiction. Third person present tense

Celio: "The" main character. Keeping many secrets. Thoughtful and patient during his priestly duties, rigid and very bad-tempered otherwise. Well known for being one of the best speakers of his time. Selfish, arrogant, and extremely paranoid, especially of immorality and what others' intentions are, yet it does nothing to stop him sinking further and further into immoral and criminal behavior. 32-35 years old.

Finn: A main character. Celio's secret lover and pawn. Saved from prison time by Celio after Finn was falsely deemed responsible for his family's massacre. Looked down on and considered an outsider by all; pursuing becoming a doctor and surgeon with no license or ability to read. Coolheaded and humorous, but passive and stubborn. Just wants to do good for his poverty-stricken hometown, and to be respected. 32-35 years old.

Charity: Main antagonist. A mostly nonverbal, "orphaned" teen girl who Finn becomes a caretaker for. In actuality, she ran away from home after being ostracized by her church. She likes Finn, and gets along with Celio well enough, until she discovers his crimes and tries to separate Finn from the danger to no avail. Calm, sensible, and strongwilled, but with a bite to her. Has decided she's had enough of betrayal in her life, and that she'll take matters into her own hands, even if it means having to turn on those she once cared for. 16-17 years old.

Pearl: Antagonist. She first graduated from college with a degree in criminology at a mere 17 years old, making her a prime target for scouting by the police, but has remained an independent detective leading a relatively peaceful life. Charity hires Pearl to help catch Celio (and Finn as his accomplice), pulling her into a web of murders and lies even she hasn't yet seen outside of her textbooks. Goes from cherrypicking cases due to fear of failing the reputation of her genius (and therefore her people), to completely trusting her instincts, taking on any challenge ahead of her. Gentle and analytical, but sensitive and obsessive. 24-28 years old.

Trigger warnings: Religious trauma, homophobia, sexual content, death, murder, gore, suicide, gun and knife usage, abuse (physical, emotional, financial, domestic, spiritual), harm to animals, smoking and drinking

The Day You Left (TDYL)

Plot: A teenager travels back to his hometown and reunites with his childhood best friend, sparking a slow, difficult mending of happenings previous.

Genre: Romance novel taking place in the mid 2000s, third person present tense

Skip: The main character. A very monotone trans 19 year old with a photography hobby and history of homelessness. He used to have severe anger issues, and they still come to the surface sometimes when reminded of his trauma. Ex-Christian atheist, vehemently. Avoidant to a fault.

Milo: A boisterous, reckless, punk teenager who used to be friends with Skip. Current sufferer of anger issues and struggles to pay the bills, usually resorting to delinquency. They have a complicated history, so Milo feels very mixed about seeing him again. "In between" Christian and atheist. 19 years old.

Josie: Skip's older sister, who he no longer has contact with. Traditionally evangelical and defensive of authority to the end. 17-18 years old in flashbacks.

Trigger warnings: Religious trauma, familial abuse, sexual content, suicide/suicide ideation, self harm, mentions of homophobia, underage drinking and smoking, arson

Finally, I do have a wip called Kettle Creek, but it's...very much in an in between state, which is why I'm not introducing it here lol. But if you ever see me tagging something as Delora, Stasia, or Olive, that's where they come from!

[angstyaches]

ooh i would adore 5 from the emoji requests for elliot!🍄

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Number 5 was this: 🤒🛌🥵🛀😵‍💫🤢🤮😭🆘

CW: fever, sickness, multiple caretakers, body horror elements, vampire whump, loss of control, emeto, fear.

Word Count: 3,000+

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Felix patted his jacket pocket, satisfied that his keys were tucked in there. He glimpsed his reflection in the hallway mirror; his two stubby pigtails poked out from underneath his woolly hat, and he had his scarf pulled up to his top lip in anticipation for the outdoors. It hadn’t dropped below 12 degrees Celsius all month, but Felix and his bad immune system were taking no risks. He needed to be in a good condition to take care of Elliott. 

Elli, he thought, grimacing as he glanced towards the front door. He needed to get going, but... He turned and trotted back up the stairs to the first floor. 

He passed Shayne’s door first; he wondered if he should have asked his cousin to come and help him today, since Elliott was indisposed, but Ryan seemed to be subtly cracking down on how much time Shayne was spending outside of the townhouse lately. 

Which meant that even more outside-world errands rested solely on Felix’s shoulders today. 

He opened the door to his and Elliott’s bedroom and shuffled inside. 

He had only left him twenty minutes ago, but it still wrung Felix’s heart to see his poor darling sprawled stiffly on the bed, eyes squeezed shut as though it pained him to keep them closed, but would pain him more to open them. The duvet was folded and put on top of the dresser, since Felix couldn’t bear seeing it kicked into a tangled mess on the bedroom floor. Nobody had needed to take Elliott’s temperature to know that he was burning up; Felix was convinced he could feel his partner’s body heat in the very air in the bedroom.  

“He-ey,” Felix whispered as he tiptoed closer to the bed.  

A curt grunt was his only response. 

“Can I do anything at all for you before I leave?” 

Elliott nodded without opening his eyes or releasing any of the tension in his face. His voice was strained, as though he were carrying something heavy and struggling to keep his muscles from ripping. “Could you let in a little light?” 

Felix wrung his hands, but still paced his way over to the window. “Are you certain you’re a vampire?” 

A half-hearted grunt came from the bed. 

“It won’t aggravate the nausea?” Felix asked as he took the curtains in his hands. 

“No nausea right now. Just the damn fever.” Elliott heaved each word out as though it winded him just to talk, so Felix didn’t prod him for any more information. He made a gap in the curtains, just a couple of inches wide, so that the morning glare created a strip of light through the room. At its furthest point, it almost reached the bedroom door, and it drew a line over Elliott’s ankles along the way. 

As he approached the bed again, Felix smiled to see that the frown on Elliott’s face had softened just slightly. In fact, he found himself being studied up and down, the dimples in Elliott’s cheeks appearing. 

“You look very cozy.” 

Felix smiled, tucking his chin a little deeper into his scarf.  

“Could I trouble you for a kiss?” 

“Of course, darling.” Felix found himself slipping into a whisper again; Elliott hadn’t looked quite so peaceful in a long time, and it felt like something that might shatter if he wasn’t careful. 

“Come.” The command was as delicate as a rose petal touching water, and Elliott’s dimples pressed harder into his cheeks as Felix leaned over him.  

Between the bristles of Elliott’s untamed beard and mustache, his lips were startling warm against Felix’s, as though he’d just had hot stones pressed against them. The strangest thing was that these recent fevers didn’t seem to make Elliott sweat excessively; Ryan had tried to explain that throughout all of the biological changes happening within Elliott’s body, no external waste was being generated, or something along those lines. 

“Go,” Elliott sighed once the kiss ended. And, with an air of wistfulness, “Go, and be useful.” 

“Oh, you are so useful, darling,” Felix whispered, dropping one last kiss on Elliott’s lips. As he slid from the bed, Felix let his fingers trace Elliott’s exposed waist and drift along the ridges of his hipbones, the suggestiveness of the touch only slightly diminished by the fact that his hands were in gloves. “If you rest up, I’ll make... excellent use of you when I return home.” 

“Hmm,” was all that Elliott said in response, but the way he narrowed his eyes and pulled his lower lip inward was enough. 

“See you in a tad,” Felix said softly, turning to leave before he became too distracted to complete his tasks. 

“Bye, gorgeous.” 

___ 

🥵🛀 

Felix gasped when he stepped back into the bedroom that afternoon, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of the empty bed. The duvet was still folded and put aside, but the top sheet was rumbled and the pillows seemed to have been rearranged. 

“Fee.” 

His name being spoken through the left-side wall made him jump and almost drop his cinnamon tea latte. He skittered over to the bathroom door and pulled it open, expecting to be hit with a wave of steam that never came. 

“Hi, gorgeous.” The back of Elliott’s head faced the door, and the rest of him was stretched out inside a bath full of water. Literally – full. If Elliott had moved his arms or legs at all, he would have sent a wave over the side of the bath and onto the tiled floor. 

“You knew it was me.” 

“Full vamp hearing is kicking in,” Elliott sighed, slowly turning his head. He looked exhausted, his yellow irises devoid of their amber light, eyelids sluggishly low, beard still untamed. He met Felix’s gaze for just a few seconds before looking pointedly at the cup in his hand. “I could hear you sipping away at that thing from the driveway.” 

Felix blushed and propped his latte beside their toothbrushes so he wouldn’t be tempted to inflict any more slurping on his partner’s senses.  

“You decided to take a bath?” 

Elliott nodded. “Stupid fever wouldn’t let up.”  

Felix dipped a pinkie finger into the bathwater and yanked it back, shaking it dry. “Gosh, that’s nippy, darling.” 

“That would be the point.” 

Felix considered that for a moment, wishing he still had his warm cup in his hands. “Well, has it helped?” 

Elliott raised his eyebrows, blinking slowly. “You tell me.” 

Felix smiled and crouched next to the bath, knees almost touching the ceramic, and pressed the back of his hand to Elliott’s forehead. Next, he leaned in and kissed that exact same spot. “I would say you’ve regressed from fresh McDonald’s apple pie filling to... a slice of toast still just hot enough to melt butter onto.” 

Elliott let out a soft, sputtering laugh, wincing just a bit. “I don’t know what other kind of answer I could have expected from you, but somehow, it wasn’t that.” 

“You feel a little cooler,” Felix conceded. 

“No, no. Don’t you dare dumb it down for me.” Elliott’s voice was still sitting at a lower register, his expressions and movements slowed.  

His gaze drifted towards Felix’s lips, which prompted the smaller boy to lean in. The kiss was neither hot nor cold now, but soft and safe and familiar and him. 

As he pulled away, though, Felix’s heart sank with the feeling that Elliott had wanted the kiss to last longer than Felix had intended. He remembered the teasing banter he’d initiated earlier, and his guilt  

“Darling, since Shayne’s on lockdown, and... since you seem to be feeling stronger, I feel I should go and visit my mother. But I can stay if you –” 

Elliott’s head lurched to the side in confusion, his eyes narrowing to a squint, as though he were trying to decide if he’d forgotten something or not. “What – what do you mean, lockdown? What did he do?” 

“I don’t think he's done anything, I’ve just... I’ve been noticing Ryan acting strangely when it comes to him leaving the house...” Felix shook his head, all at once realising how silly it sounded. “I’m sure that it’s nothing. Perhaps he’s just been feeling unwell. Regardless, it has been a while since I saw my mother, so...” 

Elliot nodded. “Of course. You should go.” 

“I’ll be a few hours at most. Would you like a hand getting out of the bath?” 

“Nah.” Elliott shut his eyes and rested the back of his head against the wall. His feet were firmly placed against the opposite side of the bath; at least Felix could rest assured that he wasn’t in danger of slipping under the water. “I’m going to sit here a while longer.” 

___ 

😵💫 

Shayne wasn’t sure why he had started taking so many naps. He wasn’t particularly tired; how could he be, since all he seemed to do was sleep? Some small part of him knew that this probably wasn’t good, but he had a firm list of things he hated, and introspection was one of them, so he tried not to think too much about it.  

He tried, instead, to figure out why he’d woken up as he did, feeling jumpy and paranoid. He had a faint memory of hearing a thump in his sleep; had that been a dream, or in real life? 

Sharing a wall with Elliott and Felix was like living in a very weird version of Hell at times, so he was reluctant to go investigating. Then again, the two of them always kept an ear out in case he ever needed anything, so it’d be kind of shitty if he didn’t at least attempt to do the same. So he pulled himself out of bed and went to the next door down the hall. He grew self-conscious at the last second that he was wearing an oversized hoodie of Charlie’s, and that he probably very much looked like someone who’d just woken up, but forced himself to knock anyway. 

“El? Fee? Everything okay?” He waited a couple of seconds, convincing himself that the room beyond the door was empty and that the noise had been in his imagination the whole time. 

And then he heard the groan, low and pained and carrying his name with it, and he pushed open the door. 

At first, it looked as though Elliott had decided to just sit down in the middle of the floor in his boxers and robe. It almost looked like he was bowing his head because he was reading something out of his lap, but there was nothing there for him to read. 

And besides, Elliott had a lot of bizarre sitting habits, but sitting on the floor wasn’t one of them. Elliott would rather bend his knees and hover in place than sit on a floor.  

Knowing this, Shayne moved a little closer, anxiety like a horrible grip on his insides. “El?” 

There was not a stir, not a sound, from Elliott besides a meagre, “Mmhmm.” 

“Fuck,” Shayne whispered to himself, his voice breaking. He glanced around for any signs that Felix was nearby, but couldn’t pinpoint anything. “I, um... Should I get Ryan?” 

Fucking fuck. Elliott was in a slump on the floor, and Shayne still couldn’t make a decision without wanting to check with him first. Gritting his teeth, he stood up again, deciding... deciding he would go and get Ryan – 

“N-no, no, n-no.” Elliott’s hand reached out, not quite making it to Shayne’s ankle. “Don’t bother, man, sh-she... She told me this might...” 

Shayne frowned and crouched again. “She told you what?” 

“Told me fainting was part of it, so...” Elliott seemed to be gathering himself, raising his head to actually look at Shayne as he spoke. His palms were now braced against the floorboards, as though he were getting ready to push himself up. 

“You fainted,” Shayne heard himself say redundantly.  

“Just for a moment.” Elliott squeezed his eyes shut and puffed out his cheeks. “Whoo. Alright. Shit. No, no, no.” He started to swipe at Shayne’s hands as Shayne was trying to figure out how to help steady him. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” 

“Yeah, you’re the fucking picture of health.” 

Elliott’s face contorted with a wince as he shifted his weight. Shayne could have sworn a heavy shadow slid over Elliott’s body, there and gone in the blink of an eye. 

“Shit. What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing. Just... everything.” 

“Everything?” 

“Fucking god damn everything,” Elliott whispered, his voice quivering with mirth as he caught Shayne’s eye. His mouth twisted into a weak smile. “Yeah, maybe I could use a hand.” 

Shayne suddenly started to question how much help he would be, considering Elliott’s weight compared to his, but Elliott didn’t seem to have any qualms about it, so he didn’t complain. He held out both hands. 

As soon as Elliott tried to grab on, his flesh dissolved in front of Shayne’s eyes. It started with his hand, which flickered out of sight from the fingertips to shoulder, a swirling darkness pulling back over muscle and bone until those dissolved, too. And then, all at once, Elliott’s entire body burst into a swirling vortex of tiny, fluttering bats.  

The transformation only lasted a couple of seconds before Elliott reformed. He was still slumped on the floor, but his arms were folded and his fingers were digging into his biceps. 

Shayne withdrew his hands, fear thrumming in his veins. He swallowed, keeping his gaze on Elliott, and held out his hands again. Slowly, Elliott looked up at him. 

“Thanks,” he rasped, reaching for Shayne’s hands. 

Shayne’s shoulders ached a bit and he had to set his feet firmly, but he got Elliott upright in a few seconds. And then a breathless Elliott drooped down on the edge of his bed and cradling his head in both hands.  

Instead of asking about the sudden, unexplained transformation, Shayne settled on something else. “Where’s Felix?” 

“Nursing home.” 

“Oh.” He would have gone with Felix to see Trish, and the others, if he’d been able to. Instead of lingering on that thought, Shayne forced himself to focus on Elliott. “Can I... do anything?” 

Elliott shook his head, so that it rocked slowly back and forth within his cupped palms. His hair was wet and slicked forward over his face, obscuring his expression now. “You don’t have to stay in here.” 

Shayne’s brain took that and translated it to, You shouldn’t be here. He took a step back from where Elliott sat. “Okay. I’m going.” 

“Mmm,” Elliott murmured. 

Shayne returned to the door slowly, in case Elliott changed his mind and asked for help again, but he didn’t. He went back to his room, thinking he’d probably get back into bed if he didn’t think of something else to do within the next minute. 

___ 

🤢🤮 

Elliott’s body shuddered in the few-second intervals between transformations, which only seemed to be getting closer together. The worst part wasn’t the physical sensation of shifting in and out of corporeality, but the switching of his senses themselves. As himself, he had only one set of eyes, which he kept firmly shut, but as the swarm of bats, he had more eyes than he could count, and although he was in control of all of them, none of them moved with any kind of unity. 

It was making his head spin whenever it reformed on his pillow. 

“Shit,” he growled to himself, digging his fingers into his arms. Aside from submerging his body in the bath, provoking a little bit of pain seemed to be the only way to keep himself... himself. He was grateful that Felix hadn’t seen him like this, and although Shayne had seen it happen just once, there was no way he’d guessed that it was happening so sporadically. He hoped he hadn’t been too short with the kid when he’d just been trying to help – 

“Ah,” Elliott exclaimed, heaving a deep breath once his body had remained intact for longer than a few seconds. He clung to how heavy, how solid he felt, hoping he would manifest the ability to remain –  

“Hurrghh,” he gasped, leaping upright and casting his head over the edge of the mattress. He’d completely missed the build-up of nausea in his stomach, the tingling in his cheeks, the wobbly feeling in his limbs. He’d missed the chance to dread this, the heaving, the splattering, the loss of control – 

His stomach contents formed a star-like shape on the floor, and Elliott’s vision teetered out into a million points of view, his weight drifting up from the mattress, his senses overwhelmed with the frantic battering of a thousand tiny wings. When he reformed again, he was curled even further forward, arms pressed to his stomach and his eyes squeezed shut.  

He darted from the bed as fast as he could, making for the bathroom, but he dissolved against before reaching the door.  

😭🆘 

When he reformed, he was down on one knee, trembling, convulsing. He felt himself gag, his belly cramping and his back arching forward, but that seemed like the least of his problems when he literally couldn’t hold himself together.  

He disliked the fear that rose in him, so he shoved it down and brought it back up as anger, encouraging himself with a few muttered curses. He ground his teeth into his knuckles, pinched the back of his hand, anything to keep physical sensation alive. 

When he started to move again, there were tears running down his face, gusts of breathing ripping deeply through his chest, and his guts kept sinking like he was going to dissolve through the floor. He tried for a growl of defiance, but felt his meagre grip on himself slip again, his vision flashing in and out of darkness.  

“Shit,” he choked out, palms thumping on the floorboards as he reformed. He’d sagged forward, tears dripping between his fingertips, his anger no longer a strong enough shield against the fear. He sank backwards, turning a hand as he flickered into a swarm of bats again, and passed through the wall. 

“Get Ryan,” Elliott gasped, barely giving himself time to materialise on Shayne’s floor. He winced as he dissolved out and back in again, twice in quick succession. “I think I need help.” 

[shion-yu]

Shion's Masterpost

Hello! I go by Shion. 27/she/EST. I love whump and have a particular fondness for illness, fevers and caretaking which you will find in most of my work! Below you will find links to my OCs and all of my writing. I use the tag #ShionWrites for writing (and occasional art). Feel free to message me on discord! @yu.ba.to

My Writing/Masterpost

INTRO to my Modern OCs - Al & Theo, Cliff & Elliot, Ryo & Alex & Shu (Tumblr post with piccrew and Toyhouse links inside)

MODERN STORIES in (mostly) chronological order. If you're new here, I've **starred my favorites to start with :)

Overworked (Shu, fainting, fever)

Begging | "Why Wasn't I Enough?" (Al/Ollie, self-harm, suicide, angst)

Bullied | Blood Loss (Cliff, homophobia, vomit, stomach ulcer)

Stay with me | Headaches | Oxygen Deprivation | Under Anesthesia (Al/Theo, separate undated pre-transplant sickfics, acute with chronic illness, coughing, fluff or angst)

Exhaustion (Alex, Shu, flu, father son relationship)

**Not Your Fault Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (Alex and Shu, Ryo, headcold, fever, father son relationship)

**Ice Cream for Dinner (Alex and Shu, chicken pox, fluff)

Running out of time | False Alarm (Al/Theo, Cliff, pre-lung transplant talk)

Experiment (Cliff/Elliot, their first meeting, no whump)

**Hold Him While You Can (Cliff/Elliot, flu, Cliff's first time sick together, caretaking, high fever)

Punishment (Cliff/Elliot, effects of child abuse, comfort)

**A Safe Place Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (Cliff/Elliot, high fever, coughing, emeto, pneumonia, hospital)

**Passing Out (Alex, sick Shu, fever, coughing, snz, contagion, working through the cold)

Cliff's stomach ulcer: Blood Loss | Hospital | Emergency Surgery | Fainting | Surgery recovery (Cliff/Elliot breakup, angst, fever, stomach ulcer, hemoptysis, vomit, anxiety and depression)

Sick | Pain meds (two Cliff stories from when he first got sick and while he and Elliot were separated)

Sirens | Nausea (separate stories about high school Ryo and Alex being clueless teens and shitty caretakers to each other/Shu)

Appendicitis (Ryo, Alex, Shu, Ryo as sickie while performing)

Popsicle (Al/Theo, stomach flu, fluff)

I Still Think Of You (Cliff/Elliot, getting back together)

Told You So (Cliff/Elliot, coughing)

Head Injury | Broken Bones | Squeeze My Hand (Shu, Alex, Julian, domestic abuse)

Ears Ringing (Cliff/Elliot, delirium, feeding tube, hospital, ft. Shu)

Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder (Cliff/Elliot, Alex, Shu, pneumonia, sick while partner is away)

High fever | Resisting treatment (Ryo/Alex, grumpy sick Alex, Shu, fluff)

Sedated (Cliff/Elliot, mental illness, psych ward)

Just the Two of Us (Shu, fever dreams about Julian abusing him)

**Turning Page (Cliff's coma saga) parts 1-8: Fever | Flatline | Coma | Coma (#2) | Not breathing | Extended hospital stay | From the brink of death | "I'm so sorry" (Cliff/Elliot, severe illness, coma, delirium, opportunistic infection, hospital, angst)

Forced to stay awake (Ryo/Alex, bossy caretaking)

**Ryo's graduation: Doctor Turned Patient | Unresponsive (Ryo/Alex, flu, fluff)

Going Into Shock (Cliff/Elliot, parental death)

Cabin Pressure (Ryo/Alex ft. Nathan, sick while traveling/flying, fever, rival caretaker)

Seizures (Cliff/Elliot, anxiety about becoming a parent)

Wait for Tomorrow (Cliff/Elliot, Al, hospital, parental angst, transplant)

SICK LOVE AU: "You Look a Little Pale" | Lying | Isolation | Seizure (Shu/Julian, medical abuse, gaslighting, rated M. The only series on here that approaches the “kink” category.)

FANTASY - REY (Toyhouse link)

Kidnapping | Experimentation | Sacrifice | Too Exhausted to Keep Running (Rey backstory, kidnapping, torture, child abuse and death, experimentation, escape, infection)

Flashback | Forced Feeding | Hypnosis (Rey/Clerval, starvation, catatonia, recovery, trauma, platonic love)

Scarring | Paranoia | Magical Exhaustion (early Rey/Felix, PTSD, paranoia, fever, fainting)

Interrogation | "The Easy Way or the Hard Way" (Rey/Felix, undated incidents including lighthearted kidnapping, banter)

**Bedside vigils | “You’ve been very sick” (Rey/Felix, 2 part story, fever, magical exhaustion)

**Out of the Woods Part 1 | Part 2 (Rey/Felix, fever, fainting, caretaking)

Field Medicine (Rey/Felix, giving self stitches)

An Honor and a Privilege (Rey/Felix, kidnapping, stabbing, fever, hallucinations, poisoning with convulsions)

FANFICTION, LISTS, MISC.

Taco Fiesta 2.0 (Cliff/Jack, food poisoning, overeating)

Hold Me Tight (RW&RB fanfic, sick Henry, colds, sneezing)

Saint Valentine's Day (Gift work with snz OCs)

Challenge Masterposts: Ai-less Whumptober 2023 | Hurt Comfort Bingo | Bad Things Happen Bingo | Nov(emeto)ber 2023 | Medwhump May 2024

My AO3 account: shion_yu

My favorite OCs by other people!

[the-harvest-system]

Hello! We're the Harvest system, welcome to our blog/public system journal! 

Our collective name is Harvey (very creative, we know /sarc) you can call us Sickle too though! Please use he/they(plural) pronouns on us! 

Keep in mind, we're bodily a minor, and while we may make some dirty jokes, we do not want to have an nsft interaction/view nsft posts.  

Both our simply plural and pronouns.cc are a WIP however, they'll be linked as soon as we finish them. 

Autism, adhd and possibly social anxiety - so talking to/interacting with people is hard. 

We're a traumaendo/mixed origins system of 60+. We form new headmates easily. Like, very easily. Fictive + nonhuman heavy. Disordered, probably DID.

We won't be sharing everything about our system, since we'd still like to keep some privacy for safety reasons. (You never know on the internet, it's even worse as a system)

ASK GAME ASK GAME ASK GAME

Collective interests include: hermitcraft, empires smp, life series. That's it, yeah.

Most of us are dogkin/caninekin, almost all of us are non-human in some way, and we're collectively foxkin.

Follow our spotify for amazing music recs ;3

Spotify - LemonMuncher

Stances, DNI, tagging system, blinkies/userboxes and system members below the cut.

STANCES:

Pro endogenic (we're critical of the community but think that endogenics do exist)

Anti Radqueer

Anti TransID

Anti proship

From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free.

We don't rlly care + don't know much about good-faith identities, you do you :]

DNI:

anti-endos

Proshippers/comshippers

Radqueers/TransID

MAPs, Zoophiles, etc.

Israel supporters

Singlets that can't be normal about systems 

Anti-alterhuman/nonhuman

TERFs

Transphobes, homophobes, racists, ableists etc. (Surprising there's any on this site but...)

TAGGING SYSTEM:

harvestposting - original posts

harvestinfodump - system infodump

harvesthottakes - opinions, mostly syscourse

*emoji* writing - the headmate that wrote the post

harvestfandoming - fandomposting

harvestsillies - stories from headspace + quotes

SYSTEM MEMBERS

note: updated barely at all, not all headmates are featured here

🍁Maple/Harvest - they/fox/He, gatekeeper and the headspace personified

👁️Xel/Cyrus - they/neos/it/he, protector

🌞Grian/Sunny - he/sun/other neos

📼Nico/Tobias - he/neos

💥Inni/Tommy - he/him, adhd holder

❄️Scott - he/aer/neos

🐟Jimmy - he/him, memory keeper

🏺Kaian/Joel - he/him

🫧Lizzie/Meri - she/sea/they/any

🌙Pearl - she/they, junior gatekeeper

🔦Grian/Elliot - he/they, archivist

🪦Cleo - she/they/it, protector

🌲Gem - she/neos/it

🐺Ren - he/paw/neos, caretaker

🌱Bdubs/Oakley - he/neos/it

🎙️Etho - he/neos, no role

📻Oscar/Scar - he/xe

⚙️Mumbo - he/they/it/neos

🔥Tango - he/flame/it

🍃Joel - he/him

🪽Angel - they/he/she, no role

🐅Tiger - they/he, protector

🌼Will/Finn - he/star/shark/bloom/⭐️/🦈/🌼

🔑Karl/Jasper - he/him

🥕Brownie/Arvey - social anxiety holder

🕯️Nyssa - he/they/it, traumaholder

⛓️ Icarus - he/it, comforter (formerly went by Kit)

📀Cyn - xe/they, mood booster

✨Milo - they/them, former host

🦴Amaranthus - he/they, traumaholder

🪵 Cedar -they/them

🕓Bdubs - he/him, gatekeeper

🌸Lizzie - she/they

🎀Minx - he/she

🥀Valerie - she/her, protector, caretaker

🕊️Ophelia - she/her, caretaker

🎸Xavier - he/him

🦅Phenic - mirror pronouns, protector

🐕Cody - he/him

🦊Fern - they/them

🍄Faye - they/them

💻Alistair - they/them, social protector

🪶Grian - he/him, architect

🌳Scar - he/him

   + Jellie - she/her, non-fronting

♦️Max - he/him

🧪Zedaph - they/he

🌷Stress/Sylvie - she/her

👾Xisuma - they/he

🪓Fallon/Faolan - they/she/he

☁️Ghost - she/hxr

+Two littles we'd rather keep private

[dandelionsxies]

Hi! My name is Dandy, my pronouns are he/they, and I’m an age regressor!

My body age is 18, and my little age ranges between 3 and 11!

This will be my Tumblr for all things Agere related! I might upload some art, some headcanons, and just general Agere posts!

We’re a system, so various syskids and caretakers will also be using this Tumblr!

The syskids using the Tumblr include:

Astra, 5, they/them

Bunny, 3-5, she/they

Amber, 9, they/them

Izzy, 8-13, she/her

Kitty, 10, she/they

Kyu, 9, they/them

Lily Elliot, 3-5, ask

Mouse, 9, she/they

Nebbie, 5, all

Pip, 7, she/they

Robin, 3, she/her

Sophie, 8, she/her

Teddy, 3, he/him

Willow, 9, all

The regressors using this tumblr include:

Lake, big age 18, little age 5-7, all

Hunter, big age 16, little age 5, they/he

Marinette, big age 14, little age 3-8, she/her

Ranpo, big age 20, little age 4, he/they

Jem, big age 14, little age 3-8, they/he

The caretakers using this Tumblr include:

Chuuya, he/they

Dazai, they/he

Hestia, they/she

Lina, she/her

Pearl, she/her

Sasha, she/her

Saturn, they/them

Asks are open!

It’s nice to meet you all!

[brooklynislandgirl]

10 Fandoms / 10 Characters / 10 Tags

Tagged By: my loves @kylo-wrecked and @tangleweave Tagging: Anyone who feels like they need one more Sunday this weekend.

~*~*~*~

I. Marvel: Beta-Ray Bill, Eddie Brock/Venom, Doctor Strange, Phil Coulson, Vision, Groot, Spider-Man {Peter Parker}, Gambit, Doctor Morbius, Bucky Barnes. M'Baku {Hate the moniker of 'Man-Ape'}. Magneto. Loki. Night Crawler. Frank "Punisher" Castle. Colossus. Danny "Iron Fist" Rand. Foggy Nelson. Ghost Rider {Both Johnny Blaze and Robbie Reyes, "Caretaker" Carter Slade}. I know that's more than 10. Whatever, I do what I want. >.> II. DC: Lex Luthor, Nanaue {King Shark}, Martian Man Hunter, John Constantine, The Joker, Jonathan Crane, Morpheus {Dream of the Endless}, Death of the Endless, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Bane, Swamp Thing, Green Lantern. Cisco Ramon. Hunter Zoloman.

I absolutely blame @nightmarefuele for at least two of these.

III. Star Wars: Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader. Admiral Piett. Kylo Ren. Wedge Antilles. Kit Fisto. Han Solo. Chewbacca. Jocasta Nu. Darth Rivan {not to be confused with Darth Revan}. Jos Vondar. Jango and Boba Fett, and of course, all my 10,000,000,000 Clone children. No I will not be taking questions.

IV. Star Trek: Worf, Martok, Gowron, Chancellor Gorkon, Kurn, Dr McCoy, Uhura, Sulu, Chekhov, Chris Pike, Ortegas, Nurse Chapel, Geordie La Forge, Riker, Data, Lore, Chief O'Brien, Q, Benjamin Cisco, Garak, Gul Dukat, Quark. V. Firefly: Mal Reynolds, Jayne Cobb, Hobun Washburne, Zoe Washburne, Shepherd Book, Kaylee Frye, YoSafBridge, Adalai Niska, Badger, Jubal Early Take my life, take my land, take me where I cannot stand. I don't care 'cause I'm still free, you can't take the sky from me. {{My coat has always been a little...brownish.}

VI. The Walking Dead: Shane Walsh, Daryl and Merle Dixon, Michonne Hawthorne, Abraham Ford, Glenn Rhee, The Governor, Bob Stookey, Ezekiel, Dwight, Aaron, Morgan Jones. VII. Justified: Raylan, Boyd, Ava, Art, Rachel, Tim, Dewey Crowe, Johnny Crowder, Loretta McCready, Robert Quarles, Ellstin Limehouse, Mags Bennett, Devil, Jean Baptiste, Boon, Willa, Carolyn, Sweety... oh so many. VIII. Yellowstone: John, Jamie, Beth, Kayce Dutton, Rip Wheeler, Jimmy Hurdstrom, Thomas Rainwater, Mo Brings Plenty, Lloyd, Colby, Teeter, Jake, Ethan, Angela Blue Thunder, Malcolm Beck. IX. Law & Order- Alphabet Soup: Captain Cragen, Lenny Briscoe, Mike Logan, Anita Van Buren, Jack McCoy. Rey Curtis, Ed Green, Arthur Branch, Cyrus Lupo, Kevin Bernard, Frank Cosgrove, Jalen Shaw. Elliot Stabler, Olivia Benson, Odafin Tutuola, John Munch, Chester Lake, Melinda Warner, Amanda Rollins, Rafael Barba, Dominick Carisi, Peter Stone, Bobby Goran. I have seen literally every episode of the American Law & Order franchise Original, SVU, CI, OC, etc...with the first three watched multiple times. While I often wouldn't call it my most favourite show...it's probably my most favourite shows.

X. The Lord of the Rings: Boromir and Faramir, Éomer and Éowyn, Theoden King, Theodred, Gimli, Pippin, Sam, Meriadoc, Fangorn {Treebeard}, Beorn, Celebrimbor, Bard the Bowman, Dwalin, Celeborn, Denethor, Gil-Galad king, Fingolfin, The Watcher in the Water, Maedhros, Finwe, Manwe...and I could go on for years. My first true fandom as we know it {probably Arthurian Legend was my first and truest fictional love}, and one I have been faithful to for over 25 years. Honestly never please talk to me about it, because I have rabid opinions about literally everything. And lastly, I only included tv/movies here because books and rpgs would require an entire three or four Long Ass Posts all of their own. Much Love.

[livelaughwhump]

For the five sentence prompts. (just read the strays drabble and am in love with dumpling!)

Dumpling curled closer to Elliot, purring softly.

Dumpling curled closer to Elliot, purring softly. Elliot gasped, sitting bolt upright at the unexpected soft touch. Tears were coursing down his flushed cheeks and his hands were shaking with the violent tremors left behind by his nightmare. His racing heart began to slow as he recognized the fluffy gray fur and bright green eyes of his companion. Dumpling looked up at him, tilting her small head to one side.

Elliot stared at her, his lower lip quivering. "S-Sorry," he said, softly, wiping at the tears on his face, though they didn't cease. "You-You scared me." Dumpling unfurled from her comfortable position, stretched her back and tail, and began to trot over to where Elliot laid his head back down on his pillow.

Dumpling pawed at the hand that was hiding his tear-streaked face, only to brush her soft head against his cheek. Her whiskers and fur scrubbed away his tears and tickled his skin and he giggled. Elliot sniffled and smiled at her, scratching her tiny head as she leaned into the touch.

"Thanks, Dumpling," he whispered. She curled up beside his face and purred softly until they both fell asleep.

[echo-goes-mmm]

13 & 16 for Elliot's whumper?

From this ask game

13) what's wrong with you?

"Nothing. I just achieved what everyone wants. Power. Control. Secretly, everyone wants to hurt somebody, or at least have someone they can force to do whatever they want. Don't you? Be honest.

Wouldn't it be nice to never have to do a chore again? To get off whenever you want? To hit someone just because you had a bad day?"

He smiles knowingly. "Wouldn't you want that? Of course you do. I just decided to actually do it."

16) what do you think about caretaker?

"Who?"

He doesn't know who you're talking about. He's never met Ambrose, or heard of him.

[gamesderesmes]

MY THOUGHTS ON STARDEW VALLEY BACHELORS

Alex

first impression : ok kinda rude,but ok .

he likes sports, Basic.

Now: cute little fella, ilike him lot , but, like, get a job.

Headcannon: He would definitely encourage you to go to the gym and play sports, likely that he would pick on what you are eating.

Marriage: He cooks, feed the Animals and help with the crops.

Helps a lot 120/10

Summary: Basic and safe choice, not bad.

7/10

Elliot

first impression : rich and fancy man, Oh is he a writer? That's good i guess

Now: broken and fancy man

Headcannon : I believe he has the biggest ass in all of stardew valley .

He definitely has the best hair, period.

He speaks sophisticated, probably uses "slang" that no one knew or used millennia ago.

Marriage: Fix the fences, give the pet water and feed the animals, He can cook some fancy dishes too.

Installs a small library,And that's it, I believe that a lot of the wedding is him taking you to the beach to relax and get inspired.

Summary: peaceful and lovely, But you'll have to practically support him, being a writer is beautiful in theory but very unprofitable.

if you like a victorian vibe (like lysandre in sweet love) chose him.

06/10

Harvey

First impression: nerd,Basic of a doctor character, caretaker and Responsible .

Now: Very cool that he likes planes, it takes away that he is "just the doctor"

"not everyone can achieve their dreams and that's just the way the world is".

I like him a Lot, I don't understand how anyone could not like him.

Headcannon : He loves his mustache, a lot. If you were a man he would definitely be very happy to help you take care of your beard.

The "first time" he would be incredibly nervous, hands sweaty and stuttering.

Think of someone furious and worried when you don't come home by 11 pm.

Marriage : on the first date he takes you for a hot air balloon ride?! How awesome is that?He's overcoming his fear to do something amazing together.

He cooks and work a good job that He loves

Summary: quality malewife material

1000/10

Alex

First impression : Typical rebellious teenager: skates,a Band and junk food.

he seems chilli and cool.

Now: chilli and Nice dude,responsible For your brother though he still gets into trouble.

Headcannon: When participating in any of his ideas, always have the ambulance number ready.

When he gets drunk he sure does vary between a crybaby or someone who thinks he's immortal.

He does his best not to swear, especially around his brother. He often makes up words.

He's the most oblivious of the group, so take it easy with him, especially if you want to flirt.

I like to think that Jodi taught him how to play the guitar.

He would definitely be a radical and playful father.

Marriage: First "encounter" was weird but.. ok? Well , young thing I guess .

He gets hired to play in a children's cartoon, that's so cute.

BUT

He is a little lazy and a mommy's boy , u want to be a "family man" , but don't work and want to complain about a dirty house?

The door of the house is useful, you can use it.

Summary: 10/10 If friend 4/10 to marry

Sebastian

First impression : daddy issues yehooo, get the f out of that Room

gothic /emo generic kid.

Now: ok i get ,Demetrius sure has a favorite, but that's no reason to throw stones at Linus, you banana.

Headcannon:

Sam doesn't like frogs, he likes frogs, he picks up the frog and throws it at Sam.

Having frogs in the bedroom is a cool idea until they "sing" all night.But if it pisses off Demetrius, Sebastian is happy.

Marriage: First dates are one of the best, but cigarette breath ...i can't take it.

"Second date": frog.

Marrying him, he helps on the farm and makes coffee or a fucking JEWEL...or a Bat wing..cool.

Summary: He is a good friend and a great romantic partner, but keep in mind that he will complain a lot about Demetrius or family issues.

6/10

Shane

First impression : RUDE! U CAN EAT MY COW SHIT, Gross stinky Man.

If someone said that he is Sebastian's father, I would believe him

Now: cool uncle i guess, should have been in therapy a lot sooner, its good that he's feeling well.

Headcannon: Honestly I have no idea where he got blue chickens.

he smokes a lot,like, really.

Marriage: The room he adds IS DIRTY? GO WASH THAT FOOT WTF

I don't want to eat what he cooks, he shouldn't even wash his hands .

a new chicken coop And that's it.

Summary: like...I neither like nor dislike him, but I feel he's a dirty guy, and I don't like dirt.

It's good that he's on the mend, but I feel like he's not ready to get married.

4/10

[pan-flute-skeleton]

Let's be sexy and do Bound and Desire for any and/or all of your OCs :3

You know what? I'll take this opportunity to talk about some of my lesser known/lesser talked about OCs. So I'll do Ace, Mallory, Valeria and Elliot

Bound: Ace, like Kari, was more trapped in a bad situation rather than captured against their will. In their youth, they ran with a not so nice crew that led to delinquent behavior. While they got lucky by knowing how to not be in the wrong place at the wrong time, they craved the sense of belonging and community. But time passes, people grow up and they got themselves out whether the group wanted that or not.

Mallory, when she was an full time dancer, was physically trapped in a situation with a man who wouldn't let her leave. The guy paid for a private dance and refused to let her leave unless she ahem provided more services. He got far in his assault, but never stuck the landing. Her sisters in service broke down the door and knocked his socks off.

Valeria, never. Too straightlaced and alert to ever end up captured. I think she'd complain and pick apart her kidnapper's quarters so much that they'd give her back.

Elliot, he was trapped by his birth country. He never quite fit in while growing up in the states, rural mountain towns that couldn't find their own town on a map. The man was studious and worldly, wanted to see where he could go that he felt useful. On the outside it looked like arrogance and an obsession with perfection, but he knew he wanted something that he couldn't get in the states. Becoming an ambassador was the compromise he could get

Desire: Ace wants to atone for the knucklehead behavior they exhibited in their past. After finding purpose in caretaking, they also want to provide the best care for their clients. They've seen first hand how little some people care about others and if they can make a difference with at least one person's life, they'd be happy. Although, they certainly weren't expecting that person to be the grandmother of a Dethklok member

Mallory wants her son to be happy and successful and out of trouble. She hopes he does something respectable and something society accepts without question. She doesn't want him to go down a similar path that she did. As a business woman, she wants her club to succeed and be a haven for all working mothers in the industry. That's why she donates to charities when she can and opens her doors to those who need help. Mallory tries to show people that her club is more than just a spot for hedonism.

Valeria wants to live up to her father's expectations. Growing up, she internalized the pressure and convinced herself that they were her own expectations. I do feel bad for her because she's the kind of person who doesn't know what they themselves want in life, having been acting on other people's accord for so long. Her one big desire was Annaliese, her now wife. In her quest to become an accepted working queer woman, she found love as a wonderful bonus.

Elliot sought escape and he got it when he became an expat in Sweden. When he became a father, he desired his daughters to live as perfect europeans. Never wanting them to become full americans but also falling back to deep rooted familiar parenting skills. Freya brought alot of Swedish flair, but when it was just him he couldn't quite get the american fully out of his system. If he had his desires met, his daughters would never even know of their mixed nationality

[mandareeboo]

Title: Haunted Mansion Flicks

Summary: Tessa holds a movie night for her robotic companions.

Excerpt:

No one ever warns you that when you get servant drones you might get attached. They'd been a birthday gift, of all things, from her parents. The Elliots had a great many robots; most of Tessa's earliest memories are of the mechanical people doing various chores or playing with her. Finally, Tessa got old enough to have her own. "Special caretakers," they'd said. And maybe it was naive of her to expect them to be. Well. Not like the rest. To be perfect cleaning drones. But the Elliots had never spared a single expense, and the drones were top of the line. Individual speech and thought patterns, individual serial designations, individual talents. Individuals, period, that's the whole sentence. People. They gave her people for her birthday. Isn't that just a little fucked up?

For a friend! It's my second time writing Murder Drones (though my first time posting) so it might be a bit odd. I just wanted them to be fluffy for once before whatever happened, happened.

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