#other than my caretakers

[weregreatatcrime]

You know one of the worst things about my health rn is that when I check back in to stuff I've done in the past, whether it's art or writing or role-playing, I just. "Wow! This is awesome. I don't remember half of this." Or when I had things going on and paused partway through..... I don't remember hardly ANY of the plans I had for fics. And while I've tried, I just. Genuinely Do Not Have the brainpower to be creative anymore. Literally just getting through the day without letting my malfunctioning flesh prison collapse to the ground takes up so much energy that the very concept of CREATING has just been impossible. And it fucking sucks because not only do I know other people miss my work, but *I* miss my work too. I miss being able to think about things without having to worry I'll be braindead the rest of the day. I miss having fun writing and making things, collaboration with others, and just having a blast writing self-indulgence nonsense.

Doesn't help that I keep getting people on ao3 asking me if I'm updating soon or, in one memorable case, some dude who thought it was appropriate to ask if "the covid got me". Like I've never much cared to force myself to update schedules but now I can't do anything at all about it and idk what to tell ppl. "Hey sorry I haven't updated in ages, the last year has been nothing but neurological bs screwing my body and mind around until I was literally incapable of working because collapses and an absolutely inability to focus. I zone out midsentence sometimes or forget LANGUAGE and things that I've known since toddlerhood. Memory blanks and just straight up memory loss have impacted my everyday life.... and lets not even BRING UP the hand tremors and muscle spasms that make it hard to use my own damned hands. Sorry about all that! IDK when the next updates will be because I'm at risk of dropping from a stroke at the ripe old age of 22" Like. I can't even talk to friends online as much as I want to because *having conversations* requires energy and focus and I cannot guarantee either

[lavenoon]

@naffeclipse Look. All I'm saying is that 9ft+ tall security bot deserves to be taken care of, too

*self insert Aster is not a girl (he/she)

og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!

[bumblingbabooshka]

[Tuvok & Janeway: Control, Distance, Duty & Connection.] Sources: St Voyager Transcripts / Mitski 'First Love Late Spring' / Disco Elysium

[pixelatedraindrops]

Yuma Month: Day 13: What If?

What if Yuma accepted Melami and Pucci’s offers to help him to the infirmary?

[umbraticstickerz]

I am so tired. This was supposed to be a doodle based around a hc of mine, and yet my dumbass did this to myself and tried to make it a full piece.

Below the cut is a version without the red lighting and a version without the blurred background I did because I was lazy and didn't feel like making a proper background even if the drawing would benefit from one whcfhcgkhqw.

[wavebiders]

Thinking about how most of the time when you have the option to stay quiet during a companion quest you get approval for letting them handle it and sometimes even get disaproval for talking over them

And then with Shadowheart's quest speaking up with Viconia not only gives a +5(while *keep silent* gives nothing) but also if you don't do that she will look genuinely scared when Viconia asks you to hand her over

[snakebites-and-ink]

Whumpuary #8: Muffled Screams / Hostage / "You look awful" Alt #5: Headache

CW: uhhh...unhealthy self-sacrificial mentality? Nothing too intense

Caretaker had a headache.

It shouldn’t have been a big deal; headaches were something that just happened in people’s day-to-day lives sometimes. But it was a really painful one. And they couldn’t just sleep it off, they had responsibilities.

They needed to be around for Whumpee. Whumpee might not be as fragile or incapable as they’d been earlier in their recovery, but they still deserved someone stable and dependable.

The painful sensation relentlessly pounded through their brain, but Caretaker braced themself and moved on to the next thing they had to do for the day. They could do this. It would hurt, but they could do this.

Caretaker winced, then frowned, displeased with themself. They were being a baby about this. Whumpee had experienced so much worse. Caretaker really had no excuse to be this out of sorts over a headache.

They grimaced as pain lanced through their skull. This wasn’t going to be fun.

Well, nothing to do but push onward. Caretaker took an ibuprofen and started cooking the next meal for the two of them. Partway through the process, Whumpee entered the kitchen and started chatting with them. Caretaker hid their pain behind smiles and pleasant conversation, not wanting to concern Whumpee.

Unfortunately, Whumpee was too observant for that. They caught Caretaker wincing and squeezing their eyes shut in a moment of weakness.

“Caretaker, are you feeling alright?” Whumpee looked worried.

“It’s just a headache,” Caretaker said, hoping to dismiss the subject. It wasn’t Whumpee’s issue to have to worry about.

Whumpee didn’t seem convinced. “Okay, but how bad of a headache? You don’t look like you’re feeling very well.”

“It’s…yeah. I’m not,” Caretaker confessed.

“Why don’t you take a break? I can take care of things here.”

Caretaker shook their head, and immediately regretted it. Ow. “You shouldn’t have to do that. You’re still in recovery.”

“The late stages of recovery. It’ll be alright. I can manage for one day.”

“But it’s my job to take care of you! You’ve already been through so much, I can’t add to your plate.”

“Caretaker.”

They flushed, chastised. “Yeah, okay. You’re an adult. If you say you can manage, it wouldn’t be fair of me to insist you can’t.”

Whumpee gave them a smile in response.

“But,” Caretaker added, “if it starts to feel like too much, or you need something from me, please tell me and let me help. A headache is something I can push through, and I don’t want you sacrificing your health for mine.”

“Okay. Fair enough.”

Caretaker allowed themself to relax a little more with that established. A refreshed awareness of their discomfort drew a groan from them as less worry for Whumpee made room for more focus on their own pain.

“Let’s get you off your feet,” Whumpee said. They walked Caretaker to Caretaker’s bedroom. Caretaker couldn’t help but sigh in relief as they entered the room with the light left off, the darkness easing their headache.

Whumpee sat them down on the bed. “Take a rest. I’m going to go finish cooking the food.”

Caretaker sat on the edge of their bed, feeling useless.

Pain danced under their skull as they waited. Being in darkness and not having to do anything both helped, but didn’t get rid of the headache entirely.

After a few minutes, Whumpee came in with a plate of hot food. They handed it to Caretaker and sat down next to them with a gentle smile. “You’ve done so much to take care of me. Now it’s my turn to take care of you.”

“Thanks, Whumpee.” Caretaker looked down. They felt torn between being guilty that Whumpee had to do this, and touched that they were so willing to. But Whumpee was pretty capable; maybe everything would be fine after all.

They ate. Whumpee took the plate after they were done. Caretaker hesitated to just let this all happen; they didn’t want to make Whumpee do the work.

“Come on, Caretaker. Lie down.” Whumpee pushed them back, gently enough that they could resist it if they wanted but forcefully enough to make it clear what they wanted from Caretaker.

Caretaker gave in with a small sigh and lay back on their pillow.

“You just worry about getting better. I’ve got this,” Whumpee reassured them. Whumpee left the room and closed the door behind them, shutting out the light from the hall.

Caretaker believed it. The pain eased up a bit more as they finally allowed themself to fully relax.

[welcometogrouchland]

Also what if I said the show taking time to show that Luz and Hunter aren't unhealthily dependent on one another post time skip the way they were in thanks to them (but still close seen in Luz's patches on her clothes or Hunter taking time off work to go to Luz's bday) actually plays in to the cycle of sibling betrayal motif w/ the Clawthornes and Wittebanes????

[eff-plays]

Really kinda bullshit that you need to play a specific origin in order to see an entirely different yet deeply vital part of Astarion's character and romance.

Like I don't wanna play the edgelord edition of BG3 just to see that Astarion is able to be selfless and caring toward his partner.

Uuuuugh.

[the-casbah-way]

some people will look at my current wip and say that malcolm running his hands through jamie's hair as he sleeps and singing him old scottish songs is out of character but to that i say a) no it's not just hear me out and b) suck my fat cock you can't stop me from making those old men experience Real Human Emotions

[turbo-tsundere]

“It's not a butterfly yet, so why is it blamed for not being able to fly?”

[plumbus-central]

sharing some info on the rick and minnie divorce arc im working on rn

not so much happens but its a huge step in the healing of their relationship and trust

sort of a timeline:

(minnie returns -> shaky introduction to the family -> things become normalized, everyone starts getting comfortable -> bombshell of CFC information -> minnie goes to stay with BP -> dramatic stuff happens -> rick and minnie begin seeing dr wong together -> minnie comes home and they try to make it work 👍)

[scarycranegame]

hate when people act like it's mandatory to move out for whatever mental health reason.. like. have you SEEN the economy. are you aware that the "haha funny housing crisis meme gif!!!" is not, in fact, just a meme gif? like. sorry you have issues with your parents and want to pretend like everyone else does too for the sake of projection but wtf do you want me to do, be homeless?? (also i love my parents, fuck you lmao)

[handsomethrowrug]

OOC:

Late night thought.

It's known that in the IRL lion dynamics, a darker mane is an attractive feature, yet Scar is unpopular.

What if the 'ideal traits' vary by pride or what best suits the land? For instance, maybe the Pride Land lionesses prefer males who are strong? Or maybe they prefer a more golden pelt?

What if Scar inherited his darker colours from the parent that wasn't from the pride, and it was mostly seen as undesirable due to how the dark brown and black would stand out in the tall grass, making it harder to hunt? Or something like that? Maybe the darker colours would have been better suited for a rockier biome, or nocturnal hunting?

At the very least it would explain why most of the pride have lighter pelts.

[pixelatedraindrops]

Yuma Month: Day 25: Broken

Night terrors, burning body temperature, delirious hallucinations, and glassy faded vision…

Helpless and afraid, he calls out for his caretaker…but he’s not there…

He’s all alone now…with no one to help…

Completely broken.

[void-tiger]

I just want to be held in your arms and cry out everything I wasn’t allowed to feel since childhood.