Heh, time for the angst. Later on, when another match was planned and she texted him about it he didn't respond. So she asked again the next day and yet, still no response. At first she had though he had forgotten his phone in another room while reading, but not checking it 2 days in a row made her concerned. Getting her Er-ge to bring her over to his apartment was not even the hardest part, it was the fact that Yuan-ge was ignorant for another day that spiked her worry.
When Er-ge knocked, there was no response. It wasn't open, so no one had broken in. He unlocked the door and the smell hit her. It was terrible, like the dumpsters in the city all in one space.
"YUAN-GE?!" she cried in question, waiting for a response, praying for something. She had read enough novels to know that horrid smell, but never imagined she would know it for herself.
Running through the hallways to the room where her brother resided.
"Why do you not love me anymore Yuan-ge~?" She whined as he lougned next to her. She dramatically fell into his lap, earning a wince for her efforts.
He had always been somewhat sickly, as their rather common hospital visits showed throughout their childhood. Strength always avoided him, from his bones to his immune system, he was nye skin and bones at all times. But, he made up for it in brain and wit. A wind may blow him over, but not before he finds every flaw of its existence and made it's own mother disapointed in it.
"It's not that I don't love you, I just can't get out that often Sui-mei. I wish I could go but I still have to finish this chapter, and it's pollen season."
She crashed into the room, something that Yuan-ge would never have allowed finding what she had prayed not to.
The source of the smell-
Airplanes death actually wasn't an accident. Shen Yuan's little sister went to her school's sports match to cheer for her friends and the guys asked "your brother didn't come with you this time...?" And she answered he was busy bingereading some novel and the team members all wished death on the authour so hard the universe had to kill Shang Qinghua
May I write?
Danny "Commit To the Bit" Fenton managing to gaslight, gatekeep and girlboss his way into everyone believing Conner isn't a clone but his lost twin brother Lex brainwashed to try and kill Superman.
Bonus
Tim: I can't believe that worked
Kon: are you sure he isn't your brother?
canon: and they were told to die.
Fanon: but what if they were suicidal and adopted to fix their trauma
canon: they died
fanfic: fUCK YOU
So today I tripped. Fell flat on my face, it was awful but ultimately harmless. My service dog, however, is trained to go get an adult if I have a seizure, and he assumed this was a seizure (were training him to do more to care for me, but we didn’t learn I had epilepsy until a year after we got him)
I went after him after I had dusten off my jeans and my ego, and I found him trying to get the attention of a very annoyed woman. She was swatting him away and telling him to go away. So I feel like I need to make this heads up
Don’t get scared, don’t get annoyed, follow the dog! If it had been an emergency situation, I could have vomited and choked, I could have hit my head, I could have had so many things happen to me. We’re going to update his training so if the first person doesn’t cooperate, he moves on, but seriously guys. If what’s-his-face could understand that lassie wanted him to go to the well, you can figure out that a dog in a vest proclaiming it a service dog wants you to follow him
not risking it, I am already weary of the A03 authors curse and am not having a second set of bad luck put on me
“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
Bleeding:
Blood is warm. if blood is cold, you’re really fucking feverish or the person is dead. it’s only sticky after it coagulates.
It smells! like iron, obv, but very metallic. heavy blood loss has a really potent smell, someone will notice.
Unless in a state of shock or fight-flight mode, a character will know they’re bleeding. stop with the ‘i didn’t even feel it’ yeah you did. drowsiness, confusion, pale complexion, nausea, clumsiness, and memory loss are symptoms to include.
blood flow ebbs. sometimes it’s really gushin’, other times it’s a trickle. could be the same wound at different points.
it’s slow. use this to your advantage! more sad writer times hehehe.
Stab wounds:
I have been mildly impaled with rebar on an occasion, so let me explain from experience. being stabbed is bizarre af. your body is soft. you can squish it, feel it jiggle when you move. whatever just stabbed you? not jiggly. it feels stiff and numb after the pain fades. often, stab wounds lead to nerve damage. hands, arms, feet, neck, all have more motor nerve clusters than the torso. fingers may go numb or useless if a tendon is nicked.
also, bleeding takes FOREVER to stop, as mentioned above.
if the wound has an exit wound, like a bullet clean through or a spear through the whole limb, DONT REMOVE THE OBJECT. character will die. leave it, bandage around it. could be a good opportunity for some touchy touchy :)
whump writers - good opportunity for caretaker angst and fluff w/ trying to manhandle whumpee into a good position to access both sites
Concussion:
despite the amnesia and confusion, people ain’t that articulate. even if they’re mumbling about how much they love (person) - if that’s ur trope - or a secret, it’s gonna make no sense. garbled nonsense, no full sentences, just a coupla words here and there.
if the concussion is mild, they’re gonna feel fine. until….bam! out like a light. kinda funny to witness, but also a good time for some caretaking fluff.
Fever:
you die at 110F. no 'oh no his fever is 120F!! ahhh!“ no his fever is 0F because he’s fucking dead. you lose consciousness around 103, sometimes less if it’s a child. brain damage occurs at over 104.
ACTUAL SYMPTOMS:
sluggishness
seizures (severe)
inability to speak clearly
feeling chilly/shivering
nausea
pain
delirium
symptoms increase as fever rises. slow build that secret sickness! feverish people can be irritable, maybe a bit of sass followed by some hurt/comfort. never hurt anybody.
ALSO about fevers - they absolutely can cause hallucinations. Sometimes these alter memory and future memory processing. they're scary shit guys.
fevers are a big deal! bad shit can happen! milk that till its dry (chill out) and get some good hurt/comfort whumpee shit.
keep writing u sadistic nerds xox love you
ALSO I FORGOT LEMME ADD ON:
YOU DIE AT 85F
sorry I forgot. at that point for a sustained period of time you're too cold to survive.
pt 2
also please stop traumadumping in the notes/tags, that's not the point of this post. it's really upsetting to see on my feed, so i'm muting the notifs for this post. if you have a question about this post, dm me, but i don't want a constant influx of traumatic stories. xox
Hi! So this is my first original post and my first event after entering DP (ie. has never even looked at the source material >:]), @crossoverdanuary this will be my first entry this year and will be cross-posted on A03 under my account {Floof_Lord} though it won't be done right away sorry. I don't follow podcasts so I will be writing with the Flavor prompt. GAHHH! I talk to much sorryyyyyy!!!!!! Anyway here,
Danny has a problem.
It's been a couple year since Amity was taken into the Infinite Realms, and he had consequently became the prince of said Infinite Realms. At least he got another family out of it, granted they were just as if not more deranged than his biological one. But still, he now had a second family. In other words, more people who took a look at his habits and were concerned™️. Now this was where his problem came in, because he was a halfa, as every problem of his started, he had ✨weird biology✨ so here we are. Because for the love of the Ancients he could never be normal, he had to actively ingest ectoplasm, like a person with drugs, or else he would have ALL the drawbacks that come with that metaphor plus complicating his already overly complicated life.
Ectoplasm in edible form is gross.
Like Gordon Ramsey would beat you out of his kitchen gross. This was a problem because no matter what you put it on, the issue remains. Now his new dad caught wind of this problem, and being the embodiment of war, promptly went looking for a solution or someone to blame. Who knows, but he eventually went to Clocky. And truth be told, this was the moment his life got so much weirder.
"Have you tried creating food FROM it?"... He did not.
However having regular fights with a ghost that had an obsession for feeding kids ment that he only had to explain. Lunch Lady was a great teacher and promised to give him the recipe in exchange for his dad's fudge recipe. Who knew that Ecto-burgers were a healthy meat alternative.
The Australian Ballet is doing Alice in Wonderland again and on one hand I’ve seen it before, and on the other, their Queen of Hearts has my favourite costume in anything every
They deserve everything that the rest of us do, that shouldn't change because of what they don't like
Found this on Pinterest, but count this screenshot as a reblog
Destruction of your neighbor's cars is forbidden, but the dealership is not
Here is your mission.
* body language masterlist
* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does
* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes
* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said
* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again
* some more body language help
(hope this helps some ppl)