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wri0thesley · 1 year
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sorry just saw something and now cannot stop thinking of dottore kidnapping diluc’s lover to do experiments on and sending diluc his test results and kamera photographs taken during the studies . . . some of them are very medical in nature and make diluc ache for how much pain his beloved must be in. some of them are . . . far more intimate in nature, regarding aphrodisiacs and sensations and pain versus pleasure . . . ugh. gross. and also very sexy
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kedreeva · 2 years
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rapidly realizing i know nothing about blood transfusions
UPDATE: Rapidly learned the things I needed to know about blood transfusions, thank you
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veggiesforpresident · 2 years
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its funny, something like 30% of people who get covid get long covid, and me and my 2 roommates got covid, and as far as we know the two of them didnt get any post-covid symptoms but i did. so i guess the house is statistically regular.
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Chapter 5
(part 1)
p. 41: Not a real note but R. K. Narayan is my friend’s name and I’m aware it’s not exactly uncommon but still very unsettling to run into when not expecting it
p. 41: “Tears her to pisces”, not “pieces”. I checked and it’s in the index, so on some level an intentional typo, but whose?
p. 42: I found 4-5 different translations of the Latin, all a little bit more literal than the one given in the text but overall not too different. Here’s an example:
Spurned, she hides in the woods and covers her shamed face with leaves. From that time on she lives alone in caves. But still love grips her and grows stronger with the pain of rejection. Sleepless cares waste away her poor body. Leanness attacks her skin and the lifeblood of her body evaporates into the air. Only her bones and her voice remain. Her voice stays with us; they say that her bones became transformed into the shape of a stone.
From then on she stays hidden in the woods and is no longer seen on any mountain. All hear her, though: the sound that lives in her.
(Translation from Rachel Carter via the Classics Library)
p. 42: The Spanish translation is correct I think. “émula” generally means emulate or follow, but the online translations consistently say “rival” so it’s probably just an additional definition I’m not aware of.
p. 43: Zonule of Zinn is the ring of fibers around the lens of the eye that hold it in place and flatten it when focusing on something far away.
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“Suspensory ligaments” is a much clearer name but does not have the benefit of sounding like a character in Wizard of Oz.
p. 44: talaria - winged sandals, like Hermes
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sleepyvirgilprompts · 5 months
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Thomas tries out a new anxiety medication. Pretty much as soon as it kicks in, Virgil starts yawning. After that, it's not long before he conks out, and when the other Sides try waking him up, he can't stay awake for long before he falls asleep again. Evidently the dosage was a bit high. He wakes up on his own, none the worse for wear, once it starts wearing off.
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dashflashy-arts · 7 months
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Doctor, Doctor, I need help
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jaratedeguadalupe · 1 year
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Virgil and remus would 100% get on those bumper cars with virgil screaming at remus half of the time to slow down.
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bloodybosom · 2 months
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sunkern-plus · 2 months
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there are so many reasons fictional characters could and should be fat but they're drawn skinny as a rail for no other reason than people think everyone should be skinny to be loveable.
example: guy who drinks a lot of alcohol, like a whole 6 pack of beer every day, is somehow drawn thin as a rail. that guy should have a beer gut and be as wide as a house. why are you drawing him thin
example: woman who is body positive (especially about fat bodies) and is kinky and loves sex AND loves eating is somehow skinny as a rail despite there being an entire kink fixated on eating a ton of food and another kink around appreciating fat bodies. same woman was raised in an orphanage and is trans, likely had to starve herself (which a prior history of starvation can lead to weight gain) to fit the ideal mold of what a trans person "should" be to be able to transition in the first place but is now leaning into hedonism and "if you don't like me the way i am then fuck you" attitudes. why are you drawing her thin
example: person with impulse control issues who even has a quote about how they eat even when they're full. their parents are also notably fat. somehow despite obvious signs of binge eating disorder and having fat people genes is the same size as most of the average characters of their birth assignment.
EDIT: THOUGHT OF ANOTHER EXAMPLE
example: this guy doesn't do much physical activity given that he's the token non superpowered guy in a group of superpowered people, mostly uses his brain as his "superpower" (he's just really smart lmao) and has a diet consisting of instant ramen and candy. somehow is one of the thinnest characters there.
example: this guy can shapeshift into a huge tiger the size of a 6 foot tall human basically, which would logically require a lot of body fat and calories to sustain without pain, EXTREME amounts of stretch marks, or some sort of chronic fatigue. is even joked about in the manga about having "love handles". eats tons of food because of his history with starvation (another factor in weight gain and fatness is previously being starved as i stated in the second example). SOMEHOW is, according to his stated height and weight, UNDERWEIGHT.
like. do you SEE the problems i'm talking about
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remythologise · 1 year
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we don’t make fun of jj abrams enough for thinking it was revolutionary to make a gay coded character straight
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wri0thesley · 2 years
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cw: medical, gore, yandere, blood, lobotomy implied
dottore obsesses. dottore stares and watches and observes, writes down everything you do with his eyes behind the mask so terrifyingly analytical. he greedily drinks in every breath and every sigh you give him - he is haunted by thoughts of you. and he thinks to himself - as his heart beats wildly in his chest and his mind runs images of you smiling, laughing, crying, kissing him-- he thinks: this must be love.
dottore loves you. dottore loves you so much that he wants to to tear - cut - you open with a scalpel and peel back the layers of you until he can see your heart beating in your chest cavity himself. he wants to feel it beat beneath his fingers - no need for gloves, not for you, not when you are inked indelibly into his brain and any blood that might leak onto his palms is something to be cherished. he wants to scrawl his name on it and ensure that every single one of those thumps is in that rhythm (dottore dottore dottore). 
(maybe he wants to scrawl his real name onto you; print it over and over so that you can never think of anybody but him. he would give you that, for the price of a kiss). 
dottore feels like a wounded animal when you fight against him. when you tug on your bonds and snarl - oh, you’re lovely like that, don’t get him wrong - but he has deigned to obsess over you lust for you need you need you need you love you. and you ought to be grateful for that. he could have anyone. he is clever and handsome and above you, yet . . . it is you who captivates him. you who he loves. 
his thumb brushes the hollow of your throat; senses the ragged beating pulse. his fingers trail over your lips, feeling the warmth of your breath. his palm pauses over your forehead, strands of your hair gathered between his fingers - and he smiles that too-sharp too-many too-bright smile. 
“i can make you love me back,” he tells you, sharp metal in his hand, glinting dangerous, hand keeping your head pinned in place - and terror squeezes down your airways, flows through your veins, at the thought that - even if he is incorrect on that count - that does not change the fact that he is still unhinged enough to try.
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kedreeva · 1 year
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35 and 38 for ur mystery OCs?
Thank you!! I will answer these for Osker, since he's the main character
35 - How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? 
With amusement. He likes for his friends to be happy, and if sitting while they talk will do it, he'll do it. If it's something new, he'll tend to listen better. If it's something familiar he'll sometimes lose focus. If it's something that requires action ("I found a cool place come see!") he's almost always up for it. he will get into shenanigans if someone's excited about it
In times of calm, he DOES think to ask about things first, so his friends don't have to come to him first. Unfortunately there's not a lot of calm in the apocalypse, so most of his attention is caught up in what they're gonna do to make it through the next day or week.
38 - What memory do they revisit the most often? 
oof. I'm sorry. Osker revisits the last day before they found out his mom was dying, pre-apocalypse. She'd taken the day off for her doctor's appt, so they ate their lunch at the park in the summer sun and talked about dragging his father out to a movie the upcoming weekend. Osker didn't have a lot of friends pre-apocalypse, partly because they had moved a few times for his mom's job, but he was close with his parents, and it crushed him when she got ill.
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veggiesforpresident · 2 years
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well, my fatigue has gotten better at least. i dunno how to explain it but i feel like my energy is back to its usual patterns and fluctuations instead of being sicktired constantly? my breathing and heartrate not so much, but hopefully that will come with time.
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zuzsenpai · 1 month
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Scary medical test came back negative 🎉 , in case y’all saw my last personal post. I was supposed to get the results at the end of the week, so it was a pleasant surprise to get them now
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Pre-AA, Thomas starts taking anxiety medication. The effects aren’t immediate, but it slowly does make a difference, and the first big milestone is a day when Virgil doesn’t show up for ages. Patton gets a little bit concerned-- concerned about why he’s not there, about whether he’s okay. Thomas remarks on how weird it feels that he hasn’t shown up at all yet, all day. Finally, at some point after noon, Virgil appears.
He’s just woken up, because for the first time in a long time, he didn’t get woken by a nightmare.
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inkwell-and-dagger · 6 months
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>< Bed Of A Lake Where The Hemlock Grows ><
A/N: the second introduction to our lovely new oc, Ailean-Conall Hemlock. STS was created by @er0s-1s-whump1ng, since- y'know, this whole OC series is technically a collaboration, as are. the other two series. but shh. the title is a lyric from Irish Eyes by Rose Betts :3
CW: lab whump, technically a non-human whumpee, cursed whumpee, prolonged captivity.
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Ailean sighed contently, thoughts soothed by the gentle trickling of water as it glided down the stream he was laying beside. Soft grass caressed the skin of one calloused palm, the other dipped into the water, warmed by the sun's glare. The former was the only soft touch — if it could even be called that — that he'd felt in.. well, a while, really. He was glad that, at the very least, plants didn't wither away at his touch, unlike humans.
These were the sparse moments in which the cursed man could relax; could let his thoughts of self-loathing and the vivid images of the innocent people he'd killed with his bare skin, evaporate and give way to blissful peace. He never thought he'd be able to feel those things again. The sun on his face, the wind blowing in his golden hair.
Ailean's eyes were closed. But he liked it that way. If he just blocked out the memories that gnawed ferociously at his mind whenever he wasn't distracted, the darkness became a haven. But he didn't tend to enjoy the dark for too long. Opening his emerald eyes, expecting to see a canopy of green above him...
TS-0166 only saw flickering fluorescents, making him squint and shield his eyes with a bandaged, pale hand.
Oh.
He sat up with a soft groan, his soft clothes having been long replaced with a baggy shirt and matching shorts.
Oh.
So he was still here. In the hellhole he'd come to know, to memorize, for— what had it been, years? The test subject didn't know anymore. He could've sworn he had hardly been aging, either, which just added to his confusion.
TS-0166 lay back down and curled in on himself, drawing his bruised knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them, almost in a pathetic attempt at giving himself a hug. And it kind of was. He himself was the only comfort he had in the confines of his cell. The floor felt cold and hard under his weight; a feeling that felt oddly familiar to him.
Oh, how he wished for freedom. To be back in a forest, by that stream, dipping his hand into the water and letting it run across his fingers.
Maybe he could have that again. If he planned it right, he could escape...
TS-0166's thoughts were interrupted by the telltale whirring of the cell door opening, followed by footsteps he, somehow, recognized. Him. The very ginger prick he wanted to touch, to hit, to make paralyzed and die more than anyone else in the world, but he couldn't get near to that even if he tried.
"Hello, '166."
He could escape another time, maybe.
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