#she illness on my mental till i draw

[autumnfangirler]

art for @autistic-sidestep!! sura is the girldudeboyguy ever i love him to bits

[paperglader]

So… I did jingliu’s companion mission…

you’re telling me that the only thing that’s been keeping this woman alive is hatred and a promise she made to someone she loved like eons ago… and that the reincarnation of that same woman who she made the promise to told her that she could cure her mental turmoil if only she let herself rid of the torments of the past, and jingliu was like “nope, my pain is the only thing that’s keeping the memory of my loved one alive, so I shall bare it till the stars go dark” TO HER FACE. And then proceded to tell her that even though she couldn’t physically do anything to aid her illness, just by being near her once again, she healed more than any medicine could’ve ever done.

So, she’s doomed by immortality to live her life infinitely with the grief of the loss of the one she loved + the loss of her own sanity, and the guilt of the deeds made whilst she wasn’t lucid in her own body. Believing herself a sinner and a criminal, with no memories of the good times, all stolen by her own mind- with only hatred left towards the people that she once called her friends. A revenge that could never be fulfilled by her own blade. So, she seeks for one last final respite before being locked away at last, to serve her due. She tries one final time to draw blood, to diminish, to sever- to grant a favor, to end a life. And throughout that last display of violence she gets, once again, to see a flash of the face that she had missed so dearly, of a soul she once loved that until then had been stored amongst forgotten phantoms of what once was. In the end neither of them get what they sought. Either way, they are doomed to keep trying still, for eternity. To hate each other. To mourn. To hate themselves, to punish themselves, to punish each other. To kill. To die. To be reborn, yet again, with the same weight on their shoulders and a feeble mind that’s just on the verge of collapse. Sick and tired. Forever.

[lablim64]

Guess I'm bored and wanted to make some little lores

So I make that old incer mental hospital owner an oc

I tried to make her look like the one I drew-

I were have no idea how she can look like so I just drew this shet, but now her re design is was gorgeous and even have a lore lol

Cassie Berino were an grown lady who owns the incer mental hospital, she were always loved to be an hospital owner due to her trauma about losing her father cause of his mental breakdown (he su!c!de after cause of it), she always wanted to help the once who's mental broken and heal them, that's why she study doctor, she were a sunshine person, always try her best to make everyone happy, and Dr Albert were her last victim of it, ever since they met, Cassie always try to make him laugh, no matter what he says she never leave him, and soon they become closer and one day Cassie didn't showed up, Cassie were having horrible lung pain and barely able to breathe, her mother take her to a hospital and she found out she has lung cancer, that broke her badly, when her friends find out, they start to get away from her, everyone expect Albert, Albert were also find Cassie's actions annoying but also felt bad that a sunshine like her got cancer, he and her start to hangout more and Albert try his best to help Cassie about her healthcare and beat her cancer, months pass and they both open their hospitals, they celebrate it with a picnic, it was nice, they were took out a radio and dance together, then Cassie thinks, and she got an doubt, she told Albert that what if she didn't survive till too long because that was killing her, Albert told her to not say those words and told her that everything will be fine and she will beat her cancer, then Cassie asks Albert "if something happens..can you take care of my hospital for me? And if something happens to you..ill take care of yours" that make Albert chuckle, he were fully believed that Cassie will beat the cancer but he kept the promise, after some days, it was the 2th anniversary of Cassie's hospital open so Albert wanted to surprise her with a rose, he when to her house and her mother greets him, she were not so healthy but seem alright, Albert realize that Cassie didn't woke up yet so he decided to surprise her in the bed, he go to her room and see her laying on her bed, he lean closer and whisper to her to wake up, Cassie didn't answer, so he thought "hm..you really like to make me embarrass myself, aren't you?" Get lean close and kiss her in the check, maybe she'll shock and woke up, but she didn't move at all, Albert start to get worried and shake her gently, calling her name, bit when his hand get to her chest, he didn't felt a heartbeat at all..Cassie were not breathing, Albert panic and carry her to the hospital, some hours later the doctors told him that she were died during her sleep, that hit Albert badly, he promised her that she will beat the cancer, but lung cancer had other ideas, after that day, Cassie Berino passed away, and like Albert promised, he took care of her hospital, no one know what happened to the body, Albert didn't tell anything about that, to be honest that so..weird, But he probably had some ideas for her, since he's like a scientist, you know what that mfs do.

I also draw them, look!

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Their last dance ✨

I want what they had-

Lmao

Damn, that series gave me insane lore ideas, I'm glad I created that series

Dr Albert Morgan belongs to @weirdsillycreature btw-

Hope you like the lore and the arts brah :3💖💖💖💖

[lewyhellark]

How much i want to post my char x oc pairing with Caiman (caimanether - caither), now I did. A little wall of text

I'll start with these first i think bcs I need time to comply them into one post instead of dripping some pics here and there like I did on other socials, I draw a lot about them really.

My OC name is Ether (white hair), she's Caiman subordinate and secretly (everyone knows, actually) her wifey/gfy.

Accidentally saw them next to together in my phone gallery (upper pic) and twitter media tab (below pic), you guys really love each other right...

Their icon is 🐊☁️ as for Caiman is the crocodile variation (they really meant it, I check Korean dialogue logs and the letters really wrote Caiman as called the animal), and Ether means "the air" as well as she's based on one of my OC in Sky COTL, plus she looks as fluffy as the cloud itself.

I'll tag posts about them as # caimanether, caither or 🐊☁️, there are specific tags in languages that utilizes Latin alphabet or different writing systems that have their own importance lore-wise; ill write them under the tag section so you could give a look (save for the Chinese tags, all tags are set - I'll may or may not make changes to it later on). The tags are for claim, when I post it'll mostly be caither that gets to appear frequently.

About their relationship? I created this ship solely as a method of mental healing for myself so I don't care much about a specific love line, I could put them into any situation I prefer but there's one thing that's eternal is they're obsessed with each other (oh my wifeys...). And uh, high sexual tendencies, I am extra serious.

However, a story and canon universe love line will be developed when I felt like it, they - as carriers of my mental wellbeing - deserves a story as beautiful as they already are together. Ohhh and they have a child, children specifically.

One minor spilling of the beans, Ether is albino, her eyes are cyan coloured, she's Nepali coded, did distorted and had an EGO design and her lore will be based on the Gurkhas and surrounding the [REDACTED] in general, stay tuned till all the secrets, reveal. I'm still in the researching phase, plus this is fictional so I may draw or describe real life-based details wrong. Correction will gradually be made as I process, right now only appreciating love is matter.

End of post, I'm chuffed to see you took time to read this pit of words I made on a whim. See you next post.

[madfantasy]

Dear blogging

So happy I finished one of my biggies, happeir it made other's day (or just hurt their feels, I'm sorry I know im depressing heh 8"c

Hugs to dears💛

I've been doing nothing but strictly drawing lately, thanks to the wave of bugs that is paralysing my normal focus and gives me constant nightmares that jolts me awake every time I'm desperately fallen asleep. They are not as intense anymore, thankfully, but my paranoia wouldn't let out.

On the bright side, I am drawing more than ever and those sticky notes taken down at last after a century of em up 8D ✨️✨️✨️

(Just wanted to show a sense of their volume at the beginning, these are just the ones who perished and I thought I came out to piles of dirt, at first x'c)

In the pauses between the signing muse in my brain, in complete immersion, i don't remember what got me to guardians discussing something, and it came about the subject of mental health and trauma. Some way or another, I managed to tell one of my truths, which is that I am fairly certain that I am on the spectrum. Of course, it started with the usual denial and unreasonable yelling. Yelling that automatically shuts me down, but I yelled back even though my voice wasn't helping. It keeps disappearing alongside the ability to find words as I try to explain it all. Finally, I felt it dawned on them, and only when they said they 'now know it is to find help with', I broke down. They were comforting me by keep saying we'll fix it. I wanted to say it's not something broken to be fixed, but I was deep in hyperventilation to be able to articulate it..

It has been a few weeks since then, and I didn't want to bring it up because my chest was hurting me too long after the ordeal.

In a way, I don't know why i bothered to tell them because realistically, they can't do anything. As everything dear or near to me, I can't tell them causally, and it never had real bearing on anything. They need tending cause they are ill and elderly, and i do my best until it comes to dealing with people, I become just as crippled and can't function without them. I never show them my art, or tell em i want surgery for my dysphoria or I'm none of society's conditioning of identities or whatever they are willfully ignorant in. But I make points to remind them that im not a mere gender and I still correct them when they wrong name me, my simplest wishes they can't comply with. Even by the religionlNthey uphold, not to call women a degrading word in arabic that means that she is a forbidden object, they kept using it it but not around me... I don't know why i try, but they are my world, my only world, and the only humans i know and depend on. I'm not able to do anything now but draw, everything else i tried to do i either have forgotten or have no further means to do more, I might as well have forgotten how to speak English if it wasn't in everything I communicate with, consume and own set to it, and every now nd then write these so called diaries, ive already forgotten how to write my precious poems in arabic, or write in arabic as swiftly as i used to. I wake up most days with complete apathy or regret that I'm still living and costing to take space in this world.. my guardian asked me, who in support or women driving and having independent lives, if I could right now a chance learn to drive, will I do it. I said no. Even tho for years I knew with upmost certainty that I could do it, I always wanted to do it and have endless dreams of me driving, I always studied the booklets with our car to learn the road signs and all. But now I can't. Things I did by force of necessity on my own, I can't do anymore. I know I'm not the good elder sibling either cause I'm not always there to argue for my siblings, and it adds more and more to the guilt I can't clear, but I try buy them toys or a meal every chance I get commissioned.

I don't know what can be set in motion, at least I know I can hold on till 36, and while still having my drawing list to go through. Even with the same old interests, or hyperfixations should i say, things I can't change and seemingly have no gain posting around, especially when it comes to fanart. Otherwise, will be doodling fantasy junk such as these on me own

I wish all of you the best 🍀

Crying with makeup on and then laughing cuz I forgot I tried to do art on my face and now we can add 'crying in makeup' to our first time experiences lo' 10 pm, 6.6.2023

[saltnpepperbunny]

Hi! Can you tell us more about Team Tempest? Is their story one that you've been developing for a while? Any fun facts? I haven't played a PMD game since the original for the GBA- does their story follow the plot of the more recent games? Loving your writing so far!

Hi, thanks so much for asking about em! Team Tempest are the worms that rot my brain. XD More under the cut, since this gets long!

I first conceived Selkie and Shadow as characters in uhhhh early 2018? They came from a nuzlocke run I was doing of Pokemon Ultra Sun that wiped on Akala lol. I originally designed them to be part of a collab PMD comic I was gonna make with a couple of friends, where we each had a team that we would right for. Team Tempest was my gang for the comic, and I essentially designed them to be the story's antagonists. They were basically the Team Skull of the story, the bully team that makes life hard for the good guys. However, the collab never got off the ground, but I fell in love with the characters and kept them around!

My original plan was to tell Selkie and Shadow's story through a PMD comic called Spectrum, that was going to be set in the same universe as Finding Your Roots. The comic was supposed to be part of a trilogy series that was going to include FYR and a Firered nuzlocke comic that I abandoned two updates in, and it was meant to be the ending to an overarching story that would be told with the three comics together. Spectrum included Selkie and Shadow essentially as villain protagonists, and Lyn, Margarine, and Thistletooth were the good guy characters who would save the world Selkie and Shadow were seeking to destroy.

Selkie, in her original conception, was both very similar and very different from her current iteration. She was not mentally ill so much as just a straight-up abusive monster. She was the terror of the guild, constantly bullying and abusing the guild's weakest members, and she would essentially make use of Shadow's illusion magic to psychologically torture other guild members and get them to obey her whims.

Shadow was originally Selkie's biggest victim in this. She was highly abusive of him, but he latched onto her hard for reasons I can't quite elaborate on yet because it's spoilers for Till World's End. Shadow's arc was originally going to heavily involve making new friends with Lyn's team and using these new connections to break out of the abusive relationship. By the end of Spectrum, Shadow was meant to turn against Selkie and help Lyn & co defeat her and save the world. In the end, he was actually supposed to get together with Margarine!

However, Spectrum never got off the ground! It was too large-scale of a project to take on at the time, since I was trying to draw FYR and was really overwhelmed with the scope of that project. Taking on another big comic at the time wouldn't have worked out for me. Eventually I started working on other comic projects aside from FYR, got busy with those, and permanently tabled Spectrum. It wasn't a comic I was interested in bringing to life anymore. My interests had moved on.

I came back to Selkie and Shadow because, a few years after tabling Spectrum, I became interested in writing about a certain brand of mental illness called personality disorders. I wanted to write a love story between two characters with heavy mental illness, and the exact nature of those mental illnesses brought Team Tempest back to mind. I always cherished those characters so dearly and wanted to properly finish their story someday, and I realized it was a perfect opportunity to tell their story through prose! I revamped the characters to make room for the new aspects I wanted to bring into them. Shadow's character was altered somewhat, but Selkie is the one who got the biggest revamp. She's still a pretty bad person and can be abusive, but her nature is significantly different from how it was before. Selkie, in this new iteration, isn't a complete abusive sadist. She's got her flaws, absolutely, but she is not the villain of her own story anymore.

Here is some original concept art of Selkie and Shadow from Spectrum, back from 2018-2019! A lot of the art of them is grayscale because Spectrum was gonna be a grayscale comic.

Anyways, I hope that answers the question! It was fun to talk about them, so thanks for asking. ^^

[kikie-e3]

Carmen Sandiego, but its just my Lgbt Headcanons. Part 1?

Team Red:

Carmen: Bi, Ace, She/They (Demigirl). Carmen definitely grew up with a non straight mentality (Vile most definitely was a very accepting environment when it came to the LGBT. They may be evil, but they draw the line at homophobia). She always thought liking all genders(With a Woman lean) was normal. She never put label to identity until after leaving Vile.

Ivy: Lesbian, She/Her(Cis). Ivy knew for a while she didnt like guys. Just never voiced this concern to others around her. She was more focused on helping her younger brother figure himself out, though he was the first person she came out to. Carmen being the second. She also may have gained a small crush on Carmen, but never plans to voice these feelings.

Zack: Bisexual, He/Him(Trans ftm). you can take trans zack out of my cold dead hands, anyway. Zack alway knew their was something different about him. Early on he could never place what it was, or what these feelings were. It wasn't till he was older he finally figured it out. Ivy being the first he told.

Player: Aro/Ace, They/Them(Non-Binary). Having unlimited access to the internet at an early age definitely helped with figuring things out down the line. They always felt a little off on their identity, and knowing there was a whole community of people out there that felt the same way was comforting. Player told their Mother first and was welcomed with open arms. (Carmen was the second)

Shadowsan: Bisexual, He/Him(Cis). Shadowsan was never really in the romance scene when he was younger. Though he dabbled in relationships a few times in his life (With men and woman.) He isnt really in a place where he wants to seek out a romantic partner.

And that's all... For now. If people like these maybeee ill do more? I have a multitude of hc's for Vile and ACME. Just didnt want to all of them at once.

[darsynia]

Hello.

If you prefer to keep this ask private, please do. I've been catching up on your fics and it has been a treat! One question keeps popping in my mind, and I mean this is the most complimentary way.

You draw me into a world and I want to stay there. The quality of your writing is so very good, a delight to read. And I admire the quantity and frequency of your posts, each one as good as the previous. Any tips/secrets for maintaining excellence time after time?

Hope you are well and finding peace during this month.

This is truly just the nicest thing to say and ask, and I greatly appreciate it! A flippant quick answer is 'obsession and mental illness' but honestly encouragement like this as well as people who read and enjoy is one of the biggest motivators EVER. I am lucky enough to like my own writing, so when no one else is interested, I'm still happy, which I feel very blessed for.

Having a crisis of confidence lately that's solely related to medicine futziness (had a stomach flu that prevented absorption), so I waffled about making this private or not. I hope I didn't misread you about whether YOU wanted it to be private-- if you do, just PM me or respond and I'll flip it to private ASAP.

Of my favorite things is just steeping my writing and planning in themes. Some of it is unconscious; my gender neutral Reader/Tony Stark story was titled with the word 'cocoon' before I reached a part of the story where I compared Tony to a butterfly, and I hadn't realized I was going to do that! Other times it's purposeful, especially with OCs. For Trust Fall, I wanted to create a character that causes Tony to examine his own narcissism and tendency to use people, and I did that by making the love interest a clearly smart, capable character who lets people walk all over her because it makes her job easier. Tony can't fall in love with her without understanding his own failings, so I basically used his personality against him, to write a growth arc.

For Ephemera, the phrase 'nothing gold can stay' really was in the back of my mind, along with the whole intangibility thing. The event they reference is a moment where a character erased half of the population (they literally turned to dust), and most of the people who witnessed this had no preparation, they couldn't reach out to hold onto any of the remaining pieces. So the artist burns people's valuable stuff into dust that she traps in see-through plastic, so they can hold onto that, instead. Similarly, she couldn't hold onto Steve, but now that he's back, she is deliberately letting him slip through her fingers.

Having a baseline theme or two for a story really helps make everything more REAL to me, that and my adoration for the source material and need to make it as real as possible. One last thing is I tend to hew very closely to what canon writers would choose, if that makes sense? Like I tend to try for as realistic as possible, and it feels more real, like it could be on screen without the people funding the project objecting to 'fan service' or whatever. I'm not sure if that's always the case but I've noticed that in my writing.

As for unhelpful to others, but big things that help me is that I used to procrastinate so much in high school that I'd wait till one or two days before a huge deadline and literally HAD to have my first draft be almost perfect. That's… poor planning and not really translatable, heh. It cuts a TON of time off, though. I COULD spend more time editing each chapter, and I do, for original work, but tend to just… not. Especially during focused times.

Another thing I was thinking about as I pondered an answer was… literally just being unnaturally obsessed/in love with the subjects, giving me a level of confidence that translates into the writing? Hah. Which is also not really helpful.

[jojosbizareadventureoc]

PILLARWOMAN/ HUMAN OC

❝Dont judge a book by its cover or a person by there actions alone. It can prove a fatal mistake.❞

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G e n e r a l I n f o r m a t i o n

Full Name

☾ Emily Rose

Namesake / Meaning

☾ Grandmother's name and mother's favorite flower

Alias / Nicknames

[c]☾ Desert flower

Hamon dancer

Age

☾ 100,000 years (Appears in her late 20s early 30s)

Mental Age

☾ 100,000 years with childlike humor

Species

☾ Half human hamon user half pillarwoman

Gender

☾ Female

Pronouns

☾ she her miss maam

Sexuality

☾ straight

Blood Type

☾ unknown

Birthday

☾ 100,000 years ago around april

Birthplace

☾ An unknown tribe of pillarmen close to American mountains

Nationality

☾ Early Pre American pillarman and early native american hamon monk

(I dont really know. Her tribe was from somewhere closer to north america)

Zodiac Sign

☾ aries

Occupation

☾ Hamon student first then hamon instructor training in hamon healing and defensive fighting. After her village was destroyed she traveled the world doing so many different jobs she has forgotten most if them. Today she travels the world looking for more information about her heritage and healing others as she goes.

Affiliation

☾ (depends on the role-play plot)

Goal

☾ to learn more about her mothers heritage. Possibly find more like herself. To try and feel less lonely.

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❝The world over time though interesting in its changes has grown cold and lonely to me.❞

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M e n t a l & P h y s i c a l S t a t e

Disabilities

☾ sun burns easily

Allergies

☾ lightly allergic to the sun and pollin

Mental Illness(es)

☾ light insomniac

Illness(es)

☾ none

Genetic Disease(s)

☾ none

Diet

☾ loves meat and sweats other than that she has a normal diet

Hygiene

☾ loves to be clean. Hates public toilets. Can not stand unkempt nails.

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❝My nails are my pride. They have to be perfect.❞

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P e r s o n a l i t y

Personality Description

☾ kind and caring to everyone. She respects all life and tries not to harm anyone or anything but she does hate bugs. Emily loves to explore and learn about new technology. Emily loves books and music and being outdoors. Shes usually nice to everyone but if you make her mad or hurt her friends she turns into a terrifying predatory like defender with the aura of a tiger stalking its prey. She hates womanizing men and meaningless flirting but secretly is shy around good looking guys and if one were to flirt with her she would mentally shut down turning into a babbling mess like a teen age girl. She has a fear of forever being alone due to her race and long lifespan plus shes afraid her strength with be to much for anyone to ever be safe with.

Positive Traits

☾ always loyal to friends. Kind and soft hearted. Easily makes friends. Loves to help. Loves to learn and teach.

Negative Traits

☾ tends to hate herself. Has a habit of being a loner. Freaks out when seeing bugs or being threatened by bugs. When she gets angry she shows some of her pillarwoman powers blowing her human cover.

Strengths

☾ is 100,000 years old and carries a lot of knowledge with her. Is super strong and tough. Can see hear and smell better than humans. Can use strong hamon for healing and fighting.

Weaknesses

☾ sun burns easily. Gets depressed at times and just shuts down. Fears hurting others. Doesn't like fire. Is a slight insomniac. Is a natural lightning rod often getting struck

Hobbies

☾ listening to and playing music. Singing. Painting. Drawing. Training with hamon and martial arts. Healing others. Reading books. Researching history. World traveling.

Habits

☾ stays up for several days and nights at a time. Eats to many sweets. Drinks an inhuman amount of alcohol. Hums to herself an old lullaby her mother use to sing. Takes incredible good care of her nails.

Bad Habits

☾ over reacts to nasty bathrooms and braking a nail. Picks at her scabs or bites her lip till it bleeds when she's nervous. Often spends to much time alone.

Talents

☾ can sing play instruments draw paint is extremely flexible remembers things very well use hamon for healing or fighting is grate at martial arts and knows more than any human hamon user alive in current day about hamon

Beliefs / Religion

☾ all life is precious

Phobias & Fears

☾ bugs and that shell live eternally alone never finding anything about her mothers half of her family and that shell accidentally hurt someone

Pet Peeves

☾ hates womanizers and bad nails

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❝I will squash you like a bug if you ever harm an innocent soul again.❞

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L i k e s & D i s l i k e s

Likes

☾ music. Sweets. Meat. Art. Reading. Traveling. Helping others. Learning. Training. Watching horror movies.

Dislikes

☾ bugs womanizers breaking a nail animal cruelty bullies storms

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❝Don't try and quote the past to me. Give been there.❞

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T h i s O r T h a t

Introverted or Extroverted ?

☾ a little of both

Calm or Tense ?

☾ mostly calm

Insane or Sane ?

☾ sane just a bit silly at times

Patient or Impatient ?

☾ patient with some impatient with idiots

Logical or Emotional ?

☾ a bit of both

Reckless or Careful ?

☾ careful

Organized or Disorderly ?

☾ both

Would Rather Working or Relaxing ?

☾ non decided

Optimistic or Pessimistic ?

☾ optimistic

Honest or a Liar ?

☾ honest but has secrets

Would Rather Have Fame or Obscurity ?

☾ obscurity

Brave or Coward ?

☾ brave when needed

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❝Let me help you with that.❞

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A p p e a r a n c e

Hair

☾ long and white with a slight wave to it

Eyes

☾ a spooky white silver with long thick lashes

Skin

☾ very fair and light

Height

☾ 5 foot 9

Weight

☾ 245

Body Type

☾ athletic and well toned

Age Appearance

☾ early 30s late 20s

Scars / Wounds

☾ several but there faded all over her body

Tattoos

☾ none

Glasses

☾ no

Casual / Common Clothes

Formal Clothes

Party / Hangout Clothes

Sleep Wear / Pyjamas

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❝Please tell me there's more cake.❞

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A b i l i t i e s

General Abilities

☾ Emily is a grate martial arts fighter and developed her own style if fighting that makes her look like shes dancing. Shes grate with a whip and a long pole often using them in combat. Shes a master hamon user but mostly uses it to heal. When fighting with hamon she seams to be using electric currents of energy that runs threw every living thing. Its like her mode is lightning.

Strengths

☾ pillarman speed strength and super senses. Strong healing hamon and lightning energy hamon.

Weaknesses

☾ can't use her lightning energy hamon in water or when soaked due to the water being a conductor. Sunburns easily. Is mostly a pacifists preferring not to fight. Terrified of bugs. Doesn't heal as fast as full blooded pillarmen because she's half human.

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❝Care to dance with danger?❞

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C o m b a t & I n v e n t o r y

Fighting Style

☾ dancing marital arts style where she almost never stops moving.

Strategy

☾ confuse her enemy by constantly moving then strike when they least expect it or just directly strike with hamon

Inventory

☾ travels carrying a hikers backpack with her equipped with mostly basic survival gear like a tent sleeping bag or hammock and some food along with maps and compas. Always has some kind of book and a small flute called an ocarnia. Has a retractable long metal pole good for conducting her hamon and a rope whip. Often wears or has in her backpack a heavy metal suit for speed training.

Status

☾ she likes to live a peaceful life but will fight if the moment calls for it.

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❝Can we all just get along?❞

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S t a t s

Physical Strength

☾ 9/10

Mental Strength

☾ 9/10

Reflexes

☾ 9/10

Endurance

☾ 9/10

Speed

☾ 10/10

Technique

☾ 10/10

Cooperativeness

☾ 10/10

Self-Control

☾ 10/10

Intelligence

☾ 10/10

Stamina

☾ 9/10

❉ ╧╧╧╧ ✿ ╧╧╧╧ ❉

❝All life is precious. Especially a short human life.❞

❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉

S t a n d /H a m o n I n f o r m a t i on

Hamon or Stand User ?

☾ hamon

Hamon Type

☾ indirect, direct attacks/ healing

Hamon Description

☾ emily is able to direct the flow of electric energy from her body or another living thing into electric lightning like attacks including punches and kicks and she can direct the electrical current threw her metal staff to deliver strong strikes at a distant as well as using her whip to do the same. In a last attack she can summon her final strength and shoot a bolt of energy from her hands. If she is near a good source of energy like in a city full if electricity she is pretty much never out of ammo. She prefers to heal with her hamon and as long as the wounds are not life threatening she can heal anything.

Limitations

☾ can not use her hamon in rain or when wet. If she uses to much of her own energy her body starts to shut down. If she heals to many people at one time she can get sick and weak.

Drawbacks

☾ she is a walking lightning rod and ends up burning a lot of clothing by being struck by lightning. Often ends up shorting out electronic devices by accident due to her high energy.

❉ ╧╧╧╧ ✿ ╧╧╧╧ ❉

❝Dang it I short circuited another radio.❞

❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉

❝Stop hitting me with lightning nature!❞

❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉

F a m i l y & R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Family

Father

☾ deceased. Former hamon Indian chief

Mother

☾ deceased pillarwoman

Aunts / Uncles

☾ dead

Siblings / Cousins

☾ dead

Grandparents

☾ dead

Friends & Close Friends

☾ the speedwagon foundation and the joestars

Love Interests / Crushes

☾ Joseph joestar ,ceaser, karrs, esidisi, whamuu, Santana

Partners

☾ none

Enemies / Rivals

☾ bullies and basic bad guys

❉ ╧╧╧╧ ✿ ╧╧╧╧ ❉

❝I wish I wasn't the only one of my kind.❞

❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉

B a c k g r o u n d & O v e r a l l

L i f e

Background / Backstory

Grew up peacefully at first with her mother teaching her to use her pillar strength and senses wisely. She had a hard time making friends when she was young because the kids were afraid of her. Even after she wondered away from her sleeping mother one morning and learned she was immune to the sun. Her father was a hamon student and found her playing with a puppy. He also saw flowers growing around her as a result of her hamon. He began to train her from then on and thought her to use hamon to heal as well as defend.

Teenage Years / Adolescence

☾ when she turned 13 her father had become a grate hamon teacher and healer in there tribe. He was in his late 50s but her and her mother aged slower than him. They both continued to train her and she became a hamon warrior when she turned 15. Her tribe accepted her and she soon had many friends. She fell in love but they were never to be together. There lives were just to different and he rejected her witch caused her to develop a fear of rejection and she decided never to fall in love again.

Adulthood

☾ As time passed on her father became chief of the tribe and she in turn became a princess but they did not really use that sort of tital. Emily was now well into her 30s and her father was very old. They both had heard of her mothers clan being attacked and wiped out by other rogue pillar men and that other hamon tribes were also being slaughtered. Fearing an attack emily's parents sent her away to train and learn more about her powers and herself but in reality they just wanted her to be safe. While she is away the rogue pillarmen attack killing everyone and her mother falls by there hands refusing to join them. By the time Emily returns 5 years later she finds the ruins of her home, her people nothing but corpses, and a crumbled statue of her mothers body witch turns to dust when she touches it. Emily morns for days and goes in search of revenge but never finds anything to tell her what happened.

Current Location

☾ Traveling the world (depends on role-play story)

Residence

☾ nomads don't live anywhere long

❉ ╧╧╧╧ ✿ ╧╧╧╧ ❉

❝Guess the nomadic life suits me.❞

❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉

T r i v i a / E x t r a

☾ loves all animals

☾ has worked for police and mafia and yakiza

☾ has a fortune of her own hidden in secret locations all across the world

☾ is a simp for big muscles and nice butts

☾ lives spring and fall

☾ loves skinny dipping and hot springs

❉ ╧╧╧╧ ✿ ╧╧╧╧ ❉

╭──────────.★..─╮

╰─..★.──────────╯

❝Lets just enjoy the jurney.❞

❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉

T h e m e S o n g ( s )

☾

❉ ╧╧╧╧ ✿ ╧╧╧╧ ❉

❝Im just one big mystery.❞

❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉

C r e d i t s

Artwork / Faceclaim Credit

☾ none

Character Design Credit

☾ imvu creators

Sources Used

☾ imvu for character design

Misc info.

☾ Training outfit

Speed training armor

[pybrothecatgirl]

About Me

I’m Evelyn, but Pybro is fine too

19, but that doesn’t mean be a creep.

I love flirting with my moots <3

Slut for romance 🥰

I have an NSFW side blog~ @pybrothecatslut if you’re interested~

In a polycule with @ashr202 @falloutnewvegastransedmygender @doggirlrosie @inu-girl20 <3

Autism spectrum go BRRRRRRR

✨Poly Bisexual Lesbian ✨ (not really attracted to masc cis men tho. only really attracted to femboys and twinks)

🏳️‍⚧️ Transfem 🏳️‍⚧️

Furry

DMs are open~

but…

if your a minor, use some common sense and only contact me if you are within a reasonable age, like 17 or 16. Also no NSFW. You are still child.

If you are older than 18, a max age difference of 3 or 4 years or I will only interact platonically.

I am Demiromantic, so I must know you platonically before I can see you romantically.

Don’t plead for attention. It’s not attractive.

Stuff I like

Transformers. \

Warhammer 40k | (These three intersect a LOT)

My Little Pony /

Being a girl

Used to love marvel till phase 4 started (wtf was that sorry excuse for a She-Hulk show)

Star Wars

Airsoft (Never played but really want to)

💖Skirts and socks💖

A select few anime (I don’t watch much. I tend to do a lot of research beforehand. I heavily avoid a lot of fanservice stuff)

Being a girl

Guns

Swords

Legos

Lord of the Rings

Boomer Shooters

Halo (I wanna make spartan armor so bad)

Arma 3

VR

Things I do

Make videos (animations and machinima mostly)

Cosplay

Stream (I’ve done this like 3 times, but wanna do it more)

Write things (been doing a dieselpunk dwarf thing recently)

Draw (furry stuff mostly)

Def send asks. I wanna talk to the little gay people in my phone.

DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU:

Have no age on your blog

Are a NAZI

Are a TERF

Are Anti-LGBTQ+

Are Pedo and or Zoophile (both “identities” are mental illnesses and ignore the rights of those who cannot properly give consent, animals and children alike)

Hate furries and think we are the same as zoophiles (we are NOT zoos, we hate them too)

[autumnfangirler]

WIP Wednesday

got tagged by @aurriearts!

this is based on that one line during the regene reveal that goes "you've dragged the skeletons from your closet, so you might as well make them dance". its kinda old(like a month or so) and im not sure if im going to finish it because idk how to implement the skeleton bits but i still really like it so!

gonna tag @silvery-bluish, @euelios and maybe @wonda-ch if you wanna give it a go?

[gogysvisa]

no I've never sent an anon to blair nor do I plan to all my interactions with her were semi pleasant till they weren't and she went off the deep end

Forget anything else, this has me curious. What unpleasant interactions did you have with Blair?

Uh, lets see

tldr; just said some batshit insane stuff about dream and George which isn't bad because I enjoy that stuff, but it just got weirder and weirder until it got DEEPLY concerning, and it felt like I was looking at a young teenagers mental spiral through dream and George puppets? and it didn't help that the adults around her goaded her and fed into it to degrees that made me personally uncomfortable Ill post most of the stuff under a readmore because I've been sitting on it for a while, this isn't a critique of blair because she's already been critiqued to hell and back but mostly just my POV about how dangerous and batshit internet cults can be

I think I was around since almost the start right after she posted the dream and George chart analysis, I wasn't particularly in her inner group or anything, but like I said I enjoy batshit, she is actually quiet knowledgeable about astrology at such a young age and I was impressed and interested so I kept an eye out astrology wasn't where her interests in esotericism ended she was pretty much a standard internet young esoteric, enjoyed tarot and pendulums and of course if you followed her you'd know all about this mystical "rock" that her friend owned that she got answers from, I am still not certain if it was a pendulum or just a very strong LSD tablet so she'd use all these avenues along with all the other people in her server to divine certain futures for DNF basically, au's that they -me included- treated as reality because why not, its fun exploring stupid scenarios -vis a vis dream gay- but a lot of these scenarios were stupid and not really based on anything in reality or analysis just literally someone draws a card and suddenly everyone is mourning DNF's death or whatever, which, upon asking some of my friends who are into divining and tarot is not how this should be done anyways so I guess they just enjoyed projecting their shitty feelings and having people mourn with them just as a start to this paragraph, she was 16 at this point, with every coincidence she got right people went insane over her, I still vividly remember in 404cord where she put out a couple of dates based on transits that were interesting and she said something will happen in one of this dates, and one of those dates happened to be the Quiz Night and suddenly everyone was holding on to EVERY word she will ever say from that point, a huge sizable chunk of her cult basically came from 404cord. I don't use the word cult lightly btw, seeing how people interacted with her, the only correct word is her word, every other divination that Blair didn't agree with was cast aside even if people were once agreeing with it, the people around her either were mocking her or hooked onto every word hook line and sinker and some of the AU's she explored as if they were reality were very concerning starting with, the suicide fic, which she co wrote with an adult friend of hers, I sadly don't have an archive of it specifically but I do have screenshots of the day she started going insane about it

I am not critiquing the weirdness of this so much so as the ENVIROMENT that birthed the fact that they were talking about dream committing suicide as if it were a reality and blair was encouraged to continue? so much so to fully write it out?

the outline of the fic goes something along the lines of, dream compulsive straight, george is in love with him, they aren't together, dream gets married and has kids, kills himself because of straight pressures and george has to raise the kids which is hilarious out of context but concerning seeing it being treated as a feasible very possible alternate reality. She tends to hide behind "its not real" as a defense, and likes to illustrate they are "just talking as if its real" but that's just a common tactic in communities like these ones to try and appear more normal, trust me I am very sure she along with the people closest to her truly believed, genuinely, that there was an alternate universe where this is possible

they'd say shit like this all the time, and call themselves delusional and crazy, but just like people in this fandom tend to go "haha dnf dating haha im so crazy and delusional" yet still 100% believe it? these guys were the same, its partially why I stopped calling myself delusional, because I was faced with true delusion. they explored multiple scenarios like the suicide fic one but this one was the one that made me go Oh No... next up! all the insane adults around in her inner circle! messiah, van and iceglade come to mind immediately but I remember a couple others including obaba the 40 year old nice lady in the fandom, obaba I think genuinely thought they knew it was all fanfic so I don't think Ill go too hard on her and I have a feeling she felt bad for blair because of all the bullying she got from the fandom but the other adults were as insane as blair or even more blair would explore multiple nsfw scenarios with them and start hinting at them in the server, she would never say any of that stuff in the server because you know...16 year old... talking to 18,23,21 year olds about nsfw scenarios and then coming to this server which is mostly adults to also hint at that crazy shit

nothing was more surreal than seeing all these grown ass people literally believe the words of a 16yr old kid when she tells them that dream and george are into scat the whole adult thing was the biggest ick to me, seeing how she interacted with her inner circle and how they like, took advantage of her popularity to talk insane sexual scenarios about dnf with her was just....ew on so many levels I sadly don't have an archive of this because blair made sure to delete the nsfw stuff she said precisely for this reason, she'd also censor herself and such and I am personally not going to moral panic pander over a 16yr old being horny because who wasn't, at that age, but I am going to harshly judge all the adults around her who take advantage of that this thing is already long by itself, and honestly a lot of this stand alone big picture isn't the worse thing there is out on the internet or in this fandom, I know a lot of these people have moved on from the fandom or such but seeing all that in front of me an experiencing it just made me go "oh god I feel like I'm in a wild zoo documentary" and I wanted to share my POV/documentation of that wild ride because I am also a certain level of mentally ill

edited: removed the screenshots

[leleny]

I'm in the mood of sharing something, so I'll do it.

I have a story idea that's almost two years old, and that's really important to me for the feelings it holds.

Another thing that's really important to me is it's main character, Adele.

I already posted a drawing of her, if I remember correctly.

Anyway, the story isn't of the happiest, it's actually a story about mental illness, so, as expected, it should be at least a bit dramatic or sad.

Returning to the main topic, I gave her a childhood that is full of judgement and miscommunication form others, and, because of that, she always feels misunderstood and "a waste of air", to say it in simple words.

And her future isn't of the simplest either, because she gets pulled into situations in which she is forced to interact with other characters as flawed and broken as her.

Or at least that's the objective, but it's still under processing.

Anyway, I was worried that her character was too happy, sweet and innocent for her past experience and theme of the story, and thought of replacing her with a completely different character.

Thing that hurted me, because I'm really fond of Adele.

But, luckily, my old teacher (the one that told me to write more happy or romantic stories, yes, that one) convinced me to keep her.

He just told me to not immediately show her past, and to reveal how she got where she is now later, once I'll draw the comic (if I'll do it, I really hope I do). And that he also gets attached to his characters, so, the message I got from that is that it's something totally normal.

Said that, I'll continue the story like I've been doing till now, with a sweet and cheerful main character.

And honestly, I'm glad. I really wasn't feeling like abandoning one of my favourite babies.

Yeah, my OCs are my babies, problems? 🤨

Thanks for anyone that stayed and got at the end of this ramble.

And to everyone who's having any type of doubt about their favourite OCs, believe in them, and, more importantly, in yourself.

(not me encouraging others to believe in their OCs while I'm the first one to get rid of them after I grow bored of them)

(I'm awful, I know)

End of ramble, bye! 👋🏻

[hustleinformer]

When Karyna Auletta was young, she suffered from an undiagnosed chronic illness that caused immense pain and stifled productivity. However, the people around her could not see or feel her pain, so they could not understand it. But this did not make it any less real. Karyna resorted to dangerous methods like self-harm to cope with the pain and consequently developed depression. Thankfully, a doctor empathized with her pain and got her the help she needed. Since then, Karyna has nursed a passion for helping others and being empathetic to their pain. She says,” my ability to live life as an able person made me want to give back by helping others not to feel pain and loneliness in whatever path that might look like.” What is Empathy? It is the ability to share other peoples’ feelings. It does not mean that you have to accept their views or agree with them in any way. It is simply being able to sense people’s emotions, understand and relate to them. A little empathy can go a long way. That is the message that Karyna Auletta hopes to spread. If you have friends or family living with mental illnesses, a neighbor, or even a total stranger, you can show them empathy by: Karyna Auletta on Listening to What they Say Not just waiting till their monologue is over, but real, active listening. The kind where you’re engaged and constantly provide validation by acknowledging what they say. Sometimes people just want to be heard, and taking the time to listen to what people have to say can help them feel so much better. For people with mental illnesses, it can even be vital to their wellbeing. Stepping into their Shoes Empathy means understanding and relating to other peoples feeling, and what better way to do that than putting yourself in their position. Walk a mile in their shoes and see how it feels before you draw any conclusions about them. Doing this can give you a whole new perspective and help you better understand what they are going through and how you can help. Karyna Auletta Says To Ask Questions Asking questions is a great way to show that you understand a person’s feelings, care, and want to know more. This simple thing can help people feel validated, seen, and acknowledged. It can also encourage them to open up about the challenges they are facing. Learn Empathy cannot exist in ignorance. You will be more likely to hurt others than help them. It pays to do your research about mental health. That way, you better understand what mentally ill people face and how you can help. You also realize any mistakes you may be making or ways you might be unconsciously causing harm to others and can take steps to change those patterns. Teach Others Taking what you’ve learned about mental health and teaching it to others can go a long way to show empathy for the mentally ill. This is what Karyna Auletta is doing. “I plan on traveling and speaking to break the mental health stigma. I’m also partnering with an amazing therapist and performance coach, Katie Cheadle, to host a table talk to break the stigma of mental health in various careers,” she tells me. And this is just the beginning. She’s going even further by enlisting the help of different guests who can appeal to their unique audience. Karyna Auletta Says to Use Kind Language Because of the stigma surrounding mental health, many derogatory words describe mental illnesses and people living with mental illnesses. As a result, many people do not seek out the help they need for fear of being labeled “crazy” and those who are bold enough to deal with the discrimination from others. Being empathetic in this situation means refraining from using those words and educating others about the dangers and suggesting alternatives. Don’t Judge You can’t ever really understand the mentally ill people's challenges; that is why it is wrong to judge them. Passing judgment rarely ever helps anybody. All it does is make people feel bad, close them off and damage their self-esteem.

Instead, you should practice stepping into other people’s shoes and seeing things from their perspectives. Conclusion Supporting people living with mental illnesses can be a lot of work, but having passion and empathy can make it easier. “Empathy can be such a strong driving force,” Karyna tells me. There needs to be a lot of it to hold so many emotions and endure it all. It is not an easy profession, but it can be fulfilling to those with empathy and passion for others.” Read more at: https://hustleinformer.com/karyna-auletta-empathy/?feed_id=112&_unique_id=64822fd2ed04c

[clathrose]

ahdksuslnsk I need to befriend my cousin but i have no way of talking to her

[wizkiddx]

this deleted itself but the req was for an ill reader who likes to try and carry on even if they feeling shit and tom noticing I think?!?

Summary:  you take start to feel a bit shit  at toms family barbecue and get caught out and taken care of

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It should've be lovely, an evening in the rare but much appreciated British summer sun in Dom and Nikki’s garden. Everyone was there; all the Holland boys; both sets of Tom’s grandparents; Haz and his long time girlfriend Lucie. It was a reunion of sorts, although no one had been away working, you’d somehow all timed your individual holidays simultaneously. You and Tom to Australia; Sam and Harry to south-east Asia; Paddy, Dom and Nikki to Sweden. Having all returned in the space of a week, everyone was catching up, involving great British barbecues (which are always a little disappointing) and a fair amount of booze.

You were sat on the garden furniture with Tessa (Tom’s grandma), Nikki and Lucie. Very much a ‘girl power’ meeting if ever there was - which in a family full of boys was often needed just to keep the peace. Everything about the evening was lovely… except perhaps your body. God knows why, because you rarely got ill - having not had a day off work in two years. As much as you’d been trying to push away the slow creeping feeling for a couple of hours - it was now getting impossible to ignore. The slightly unsettled feeling in your stomach had you fidgeting in the wooden chair constantly, trying to ease it by shifting positions... to no avail.

“Y/n… Y/n?” Looking up to see three pairs of beady eyes trained on you, you faked a smile, looking over to Nikki who had been calling your name. “Tess was asking how long the flight back was?” “Oh sorry, was miles away!” You tried to cover, shifting once again, this time pressing a hand to your lower abdomen in the hope that’d distract you as you turned slightly to make eye contact with Tessa. “And I think 11 hours ish.” The girls all pulled a grimacing face in sympathy, to which you chuckled at. “No no honestly cos Tom spoiled me completely so we were in the fancy seats, I honestly was spark out of it the whole time!”

It was enough of a response for the girls to all nod, carrying on the conversation as you, now not the main focus, rubbed your pulsing temple with your other hand - in the hope to relieve some of the building pressure. Clearly, though, you weren’t a subtle as you thought - since Lucie got your attention by bumping your shoulder and leaning in closely. “Come to the loo with me?” It sounded like a question, though it very much wasn’t - the stern look in her eye enough to scare you into agreeing. With a word to Nikki and Tess, you both stood up and made your way to the inside, not stopping until you were locked into the thankfully spacious downstairs loo - the brunette eyeing you intently. “You look like shit.” “Thanks Luc, that’s exactly what I needed to hear right now.” You sighed, sitting on top of the closed lidded loo heavily. “What’s up?” Her tone was harsh and to the point, but secretly there was a look of worry in her eyes. She was one of your best mates but sometimes could also scare you shitless. “I think I’m just tired, it’s my stomach and my head, I’ll be fine.”

Lucie didn't really seem to believe you, but respected your stubbornness and after providing you with two paracetamol capsules from her bag, she let you off - both going back into the garden, where, by now Sam was plating up the slightly charred burgers.

Naturally, you’d sat next to Tom, who had pulled your chairs right next to each other - so that his leg was pressed up against yours, his arm pulled around your shoulder. That was just Tom, away from the prying eyes of the public and media, he really was an affectionate person. He just liked to feel you there. God knows how long you all sat in those same positions, but it was long enough for the sun to set. In fact, you most definitely weren’t the person to ask, because at some point, unbeknownst to you, you’d zoned out. Nobody had noticed, under the cover of the low sunset light, until Tom felt your head briefly fall against his shoulder before it shot up once again - your eyes blinking heavily.

He frowned at the sight, seeing you huddle your arms across your body, which was bizarre due to the unbelievable hot weather in London. Yes, it might have shifted into nighttime, but it was still at least 24 degrees. So as his Dad had the entire table captivated recounting some long and complex tale of his touring days, Tom took the opportunity to squeeze your shoulder - grabbing your attention.

“You alright love?” In response you just hummed, eyes shifting up to him after a little delay - similar to how your reflexes became stunted with alcohol, though Tom suddenly realised you’d barely had more than half the glass of beer he’d poured you when you’d both arrived. “ I’said are you okay?” “Yeh… yeh I’m fine.” You forced a small tight lipped smile, whilst Tom took his arm that was round his shoulder to rest on the crown of your head before slowly stroking down your hair. “Sure? You seem a little out of it?” He pushed, still in a whisper so as not to draw attention to the two of you. “Maybe just tired.” Flat out lying, you shifted back into the backrest of the chair a little more making his hand accidentally land on your forehead rather than your hairline. He didn't move it though, instead sitting and swivelling in his chair, pressing the other side of his hand to the skin as well. “You’re burning up Y/n/n” he spoke a little louder - eyes full of concern as he looked you up and down. “No I’m a bit cold if anythin-“

That was when Nikki, from across the other side of the table got involved. She’d obviously been silently observing the two of you, now feeling the need to send you both home. “Oh, we forgot dessert! Tom, Y/n would you mind helping me bring it out?” Thank god for Nikki, for finding a cover story and stopping everyone's eyes on you. Because for someone dating, three years deep, an A-lister - you hated any sort of attention, even from those closest to you. Especially sympathy, you had absolutely no time at all for that.

Leading you into the kitchen with his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, Tom waited till the door was shut before turning to you.- claiming you were boiling and looked not so great. “I’m just a bit cold if I can borrow one of sam’s jumpers then-“ “Love, please go home.” Nikki interrupted as she wormed past Tom to put her own hand on your forehead too. “You’ve got the chills and you’ve not been normal all day. Am I right or am I right?” She was the worst to argue against. That was completely due to the fact she was always right. With a defeated nod from you, she clicked her tongue, pushing you to sit down on one of the barstools. “Tom go get a jumper from Sam’s room and order a taxi, I would drive but we’ve all been drinking.” “I can just go back by myself T, you don’t get to see your grandparents a lot and -“ “I love you but please please shut up.” Having rounded the back of your chair he pressed his lips to your temples as confirmation before scurrying off to the back of the house.

“You know he doesn’t mind at all? My son never was at my beckon call like he is with you.” There was a little smile teasing the corner of her lips as Nikki placed a glass of water in front of you, as though instructing you to take small sips. “I just feel bad, he’s always telling me how he regrets not spending more time with all of you and… well I’ve had him to myself for the fortnight in South Africa.” “Your just as much a part of the family as me or his grandparents are okay? Now when you get home..”

Nikki switched the tone to then list off all manners of ways that you needed to look after yourself once back, which she then repeated as soon as Tom returned with a black hoodie that you gratefully pulled over your head.

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By the time you got home, you were feeling so incredibly shit you weren’t even considering keeping up your brave face. Tom had wordlessly led you up the path to your shared home, unlocking the door and telling you to go straight to bed.

Perhaps he was so concerned because in the whole three years together he’d never ever seen you ill. Yes, the odd headache or whatever, as well as the occasional morning after the night before when you’d opted for a ‘tactical chunder’ to try and protect your modesty. But other than that, you were always the one being sympathetic to him. When he was tired, both emotionally and mentally from work; when he hurt his knee and was on forced bed rest for a couple of days ( which turns out to be the hardest time for you too, dealing with the whiny and fidgety boy man).

He came up a couple of minutes later, by which point you’d already pulled joggers on and wrapped yourself as tightly in the duvet as physically possible. If felt so bloody cold your teeth were actually chattering as you curled up into the smallest ball possible. In his hands was a small tray, carrying a steaming mug; a collection of all the different pill packets you kept in the medicine cabinet (as Tom himself had no idea which one was right so decided to use them all); a hot water bottle and what looked like a damp towel, all scrunched up.

No matter how shitty you felt you had a smile at how sweet and doting Tom was being... and as much as you hated the sympathy - if it was always given by a ripped and beautiful brunette with the sharpest jawline you’d ever seen… well just maybe you could get used to it. After snatching the hotwater bottle up immediately, then letting Tom fuss over you in every which way he wanted you gave in, losing the ability to entertain his puppy energy.

“Can we just go to sleep please?” You whined, which Tom nodded to - quickly getting changed and ready before joining you in bed.

As soon as he felt the way the bed was practically vibrating with the chills you were suffering from, he pulled you up into his chest. Now you had both your own personal heater and a hot water bottle to try and warm you up. “You wake me up if you need anything kay?”

Pressing a kiss into the crown of your head, which was nestled between his shoulder and neck. “Promise me ‘kay?” Him needing the reinforcement caused you to arch back up, looking deep into his brown eyes with the warm glow of his bedside table lamp. “You’re too good to me Tommy.” He tutted at that, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek.

“Oh no” He whispered exclaimed, making you immediately ask him what in response. “I think this fever is making you go all delusional love.” You quirked your head, causing him to continue with a cheeky grin. “Well for one, nothing would be too good for you darling and two…. When the hell have you ever called me ‘Tommy’” With him chuckling at his own joke, you rolled your eyes at his cheekiness, firmly planting your head back on his shoulder as if to shut him up. “Alright, I’ll let you off just this once cos your all feverish… get some sleep love.” “Thankyou Tommy.” “Shh love.”

And that’s how you fell asleep, finally finding a bit of warmth in Tom’s arms.

Safe to say he very much didn’t sleep so well. Yes, you felt cold - but Tom was bloody boiling. Still he didn't move because if you were comfortable, his discomfort didn’t matter. It was also a physical impossibility for him to relax until he felt (yes, technically not the most scientific way) your fever coming down. Every five minutes or so he’d gently press the back of his hand to your forehead. This boy was so whipped for you... but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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