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emilio-the-dumb-wrestler · 5 months

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The message came across your phone asking for specific information on your greatest desire. And even weirder it had other questions. Personal questions about yourself that. But with the message it said “fill this out to have your great desire fulfilled”. And even the option to have a picture loaded. You took a picture of yourself flexing and began to fill out the questionnaire that was presented to you.

Height: 5’7”

Weight: 160lbs

Shoe size: 8 us

Hair color : brown

Greatest desire : to be a huge roided Indian or Arab man and dumb muscle head.

When you finished filling out the form you hit submit and then a buffering window appeared. Almost as if the scream was loading. Your phone made a chime noise and the it appeared the buffering was over and all your answers to the questionnaire was completely different! Now it said :

Height: 5’2”

Weight: 230 lbs

Hair color: bald, no hair

Shoe size: 14 us

Greatest desire: to be even bigger and dumber than humanly possible for a short man my size !

“What the fuck is this” you say to yourself but you don’t even have time to register what is going before you are on your hands and knees gritting your teeth. Hands balling into fists as you start hitting the floor. “What’s happening to meeeee!!” You scream as your voice drops. Your are are shut tight from the pain as your body begins to bulk into inhuman proportions. Packing on muscle. And the whole time your body feel as if it’s breaking. Your body getting shorter and shorter while you shoes get tight. So tight you can hear them beginning to burst from being too small for you growing feet. You can feel the waists band of your shorts beginning to cut into your waists as your stomach thickens and widens. Packing on muscle and your short begins to tears from the size of your torso that it can no longer contain. By this time you’re able to open your eyes in time to see strands of hair falling from your head. Your jaw widen and you feel as though you have been punched and your teeth realign. You nose breaks and reshapes itself while your brow grow thick and dumb. Your skin begin to age slightly as you age from 27 to 45. All muscle and beef. When the change is over you stand up and you’re shocked. Everything is so much bigger than ever before. Things you could reach before were joe forever out of reach as you have check so much. “What the hell did it do to me!” You scream In a deep voice that vibrates the floor. Looking down at the ground that is much closer now you see how big and comical your feet look. As if you’re some kind of hobbit. This has to be some sick joke ! But then you start to look at yourself in the mirror. You begin to flex. Bigger…. You hear a voice in your head say. You flex some more. Again you hear the voice say …bigger!! Soon as you have no control you are lifting weights heavier than you ever thought possible. “I have to be bigger than humanly imaginable. I have to be a huge!” You say to yourself over and over. And you will be. The whole time this is happening your iq is plummeting. All befitting of your new stupid nature.

#greatest desire #grestestdesire #maletransformation #musclejedi7

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flockofcrowsinaturtleshell · 1 year

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Toby

⚠️ There are a few mentions of child abuse and/or an abusive parent in these notes! ⚠️

I used this questionnaire for the prompts

Full name: Samara Tobias Sage Darner

Preferred name/nickname: Toby Sage Darner

Generally referred to as: Toby; The Crow

Appearance

Faceclaim: N/A

Sex: Female

Height: 5'2"

Weight: 110 lbs

Build: light, lean; "built like a bird"

Hair: N/A

Skin: medium golden; some freckles

Eyes: warm, dark brown; kinda has an intense stare; longish eyelashes

Mouth: small; sharp teeth

Nose: pointy

Hands: long and slender; 4 fingers on each hand; retractable claws

Feet: bird feet; big and black; has talons and scales

Scars: scars across back from beatings

Clothes: white tank top with back open for wings; jean capris; belt with foraging pouches; long trenchcoat

Other features: black wings and tail; black feathers across back, shoulders, cheekbones, bridge of nose, and in place of hair

Other notable features: crowish features; bird feet, wings, tail, feathers, retractable claws

Wings: black crow wings; 4.5 meter wingspan (roughly 14.7 feet)

Speech

Voiceclaim: she sounds like me copying Valka's voice from httyd2

Verbal ticks: tends to get louder the more excited she gets; trills, rattles, caws, clicks

Accent: faintly Norse or Icelandic? Clear and sharp.

Language: English; Bird; Draugr; Icelandic

Articulation: uses simple, easy to understand explanations

Education: prefers to use short simple words

Laughter: rattle/click instead of a laugh

Grump: grunts; makes small claws

Breathing: very quiet

Mannerisms

Face: very expressive when she wants to be, but she spends most of her time wearing a surprisingly solid poker face. She's more expressive than she used to be.

Hands: fluttering/flapping stim

Legs/feet: stomping; clicking talons; bouncing

Emotional outbursts: not rather prone to these; yelling/cawing when upset; rattles when happy

Habits: fluttering/flapping stim; trilling softly to herself; flicking her wings and tail in and out; raising and lowering feathers as a form of fidgeting; bouncing/hopping

Posture: kind of slouched to take the weight of her wings

Walking posture: slouched; either walks or hops

Sitting posture: crouched with her wings fanned out a bit

Personal space: fairly respectful of personal space, but is pretty tactile

Spacial awareness: very aware

Health

Diet: very high metabolism, so she's always foraging and carrying food. She's very opportunistic, and will eat just about anything when hungry; never turns down free food

Sleep: light sleeper; insomniac

Exercise: whenever she's not busy eating, sleeping, or taking care of mystic work, she's exercising

Activity: tends to work hard and exhaust herself; she's pretty busy, especially once the future ghosts show up

Cleanliness: has to preen her feathers for at least 10% of the day to make sure she is flightworthy; she's very picky about cleanliness

Medicinal drugs: N/A (pain meds don't work on her)

Odour: like jasmine

Narcotics: N/A

Addictions: N/A

Illness: chronic pain, The Darner Curse

Injuries: some of the scars on her back ache and sting from time to time; she broke her ankle when she was younger and it aches when the weather turns

Personal

Introvert/Extrovert: Introvert

Optimist/Pessimist: Realist Somewhere in between, leaning more towards Pessimism

Gender: She/They, leaning more towards She

Sexuality: Demisexual

Memory: photographic memory. Can remember faces for years, and can describe appearances in detail

Romantic: can be pretty romantic

Planning: pretty big planner. Always prepared (until she isn't)

Pensive: tries not to think about her past too much. If it's in the past, she can't change it

Intuition: very intuitive. Extremely talented at decision making and figuring things out from minimal clues

Problem solving: very good at solving problems from minimal clues

Goals: she just wants to make it through life. It's very rare in the Darner Clan to make it past 30 years, since their mystic power can't be "turned off" and uses up their life force faster. She's trying to find a cure, but fears that her efforts are only shortening her own lifespan

Insecurities: she comes from an abusive family, so she's worried that she'll grow up to be like her dad. She's also insecure about the Darner Curse affecting her. Usually pretty good at hiding her insecurities

Achievements: creating a potion that allows users to (temporarily?) see, hear, and interact with ghosts; making advancements in a Darner Curse cure

Anxiety: she actually has an undiagnosed anxiety disorder. A lot of things make her anxious, including the Darner Curse, problems with the ghosts, problems with her father, and rushing in without a plan

Overwhelmed: tends to hide that she's overwhelmed until she literally can't

Self-help: she carries fidgets in her bag to help for when it's just too much. She also tends to stim by fluttering/flapping her hands, trilling or cawing softly, flicking her tail and wings in and out, raising and lowering feathers, and bouncing or hopping. Preening her feathers also helps

Comforts: see above. She also likes rainy days, a soft "nest" made of blankets and pillows, a warm cup of sweet tea, and a hood fantasy or sci-fi book

Bad habits: scratching at her forearms; reading or working instead of sleeping; tends to overwork and exhaust herself ; making plans for scenarios that will never happen or overplanning; hiding her emotions; has a tendency to self-harm

Philosophy: the past is who you are; you can't change the past

Triggers: tight spaces; being trapped; not being able to move; deep water (she can't swim)

The Past

Parents/Guardians: her mother disappeared when Toby was fairly young (2), leaving her under the care of an abusive father. She was with him until he died 10 years later

School: "homeschooled", which means she was taught anything her father deemed fit and learned everything else from books she found

Adolescence: once she started getting older, her father decided that she could take more beatings as lessons. He died a few months later, and she left home to fend for herself

Leaving home: see above

Further education: taught herself how to survive in the outside world, how to use her mystic powers for the greater good, and how to create a few potions

First job: picked up a small job for Draxum when she was 14. She basically was the middleman for a ghost Draxum had been trying to contact (he was curious about an artifact they created), and in return he helped her develop her potion-making skills. This happened sometime during season 1.

Worst day of their life: the day she saw her ghost from the future get turned into a Draugr by her dead father

Best day of their life: probably either the day she found the Well of Seeing and made a home for herself or the day she learned to fly

Lessons: your past is not all you are. (You are also your future)

Looking back: if she could replay her life and do something differently, she isn't quite sure what she would change, if anything

Relationships

Family: she doesn't really have anyone to consider a family (until later) since her mom left, her dad was abusive, and she doesn't really have anyone else

Friends in need: not really any friends, but she's a good listener, and will be there for those who need to rant

Friendships: she has almost no friends (if you count Draxum, Huginn, and Muninn, she has exactly 3 real friends) She tends to be a loner and meets very few people to be friends with. Later, she meets the Hamato Clan and becomes a close friend to them.

Needing a friend: not really any friends, so she's used to dealing with stuff on her own

Annoyances: she internalizes everything and prefers to stay neutral in the moment

Romance: She tends to prefer quality time and trust over anything else

Marital problems: N/A

Adversaries: breaking her tryst; abuse; unfairness; insulting other people she thinks of as friends or family

Enemies: see above, but repeated infractions is what does it

Strangers: fairly respectful, but closed off towards strangers

Fun stuff: the things she likes doing with friends is almost anything; she likes her quality time

Dating: typically likes one-on-one quality time doing activities she would usually do with a group of friends. Talking, watching movies, working on projects, or just sitting quietly and reading are good

Best friend: she's pretty good friends with Huginn and Muninn, but eventually she's best friends with Cassandra

Love: Donnie!

Worst enemy: her father

Respect: everyone but her father, because he showed her none, so she gives none in return

Mingling: pretty bad at making new friends

Comfort levels: not very comfortable with talking, but she's a good listener

Physical: very tactile, extremely touch-starved, but shy about asking for physical affection

Groups: comfortable in a bigger group if she knows everyone personally; prefers smaller groups

Openness: takes a while to open up; you can't just get rid of a lifetime of hiding your opinion in fear of being hurt when someone disagrees.

Generosity: pretty generous with those in need, but also understands the idea that you can't help others if you can't help yourself

Jealousy: can get jealous of others for having an easier life, but the jealousy quickly turns to sadness

Temper: outwardly patient, but internalizes her anger until later

Empathy: typically empathetic, but she has her moments where she's clumsy with her words

Affection: tactile, but also enjoys quality time. She likes to help by being an ear to talk to, but this also leads to her internalizing other's problems

Distaste: she has this Stare. Leo calls it "The Stare of Ultimate Disappointment™". It's where she doesn't say anything, just puts on her poker face, clicks her talons on the floor, and just Stares. If she really doesn't like you, she combines the Stare with a deep thru in her throat and might start puffing up her feathers in a territorial display

Etiquette: sticks to polite norms of social situations best she can for someone from her background

Responsibility: very responsible. She often carries the responsibility of Ghost Therapist and Middleman to the Living, a very taxing job

Self esteem: poor self esteem. She worries that she'll turn out like her father

Confidence: cares what others think of her; gets upset when others doubt her abilities, then tries to prove them wrong. She already has self-doubt, she doesn't need to hear it from others

Honesty: will often keep things private if she feels it might upset someone; but she does her best to be honest otherwise

Leader or follower: neither. She's not used to being part of a group, so she typically does her own thing. She will step up when needed, though

Party tricks: can mimic sounds and voices exactly; uses her photographic memory to impress others

Praise: praise makes her awkward, but she does enjoy it

Failures: sometimes she's too tactile, so she keeps to herself unless prompted. She gets very frustrated when she can't properly convey her feelings

Criticism: she tries to prove them wrong

Insults: passive-aggressively psychoanalyzes the person who insulted her until they back off

Embarrassment: not easily flustered, but she tends to play off her embarrassment as another emotional. She hides behind her wings when flustered

Flirting: doesn't really flirt a lot

Attention span: she has ADHD. The concept of an attention span for longer than 30 minutes spent on a taxing activity is foreign to her, especially when the activity is not something she wants to do

Situations: awkward with social situations, but does her best to stay neutral

Life

Career: "Ghost Therapist and Middleman to the Living". It's very taxing, very stressful, and she didn't ask for it, but it's the best use of her abilities, so she accepts it

Promotion: N/A

Boss: N/A

Duty: listening to rants; helping ghosts and living contact the other; helping people accept grief and get closure

Tech: not very good with technology, but she likes the shiny gadgets and often hoards machinery parts

Politics: no political involvement, since she is technically not registered as an American citizen and lives too far on the outskirts of the Hidden City to interact with the Council of Heads

Combat skills: can defend herself. She often uses her talons and retractable claws in hand-to-hand combat, but she is also adept with throwing knives

Home: a bit of a hoarder. The Nest Isa perfect mix of messy and organized, so she knows where everything is but looks disorganized to the untrained eye. When everything is put up, The Nest feels too empty. When everything is on the floor, she can't find anything

Daily life: can take care of herself and her home

Independence: very independent

Cooking: she can cook, but often doesn't

Building: she built The Nest by herself, so I'd say she's pretty adept

Cleaning: typically a mix between messy and organized. See "Home"

Shopping: only goes to the store when absolutely necessary. Repurposes and fixes when possible. Forages when she can

Driving: she can technically drive a motorcycle

Finances: not really applicable

Marriage: N/A

Kids: more likely to adopt than have biological children

Pets: has a couple crow friends + Huginn and Muninn, but she doesn't think of them as pets

Dependents: N/A

Law: she's stolen a bit, and only when necessary (or when her hoarding instincts get out of control), but has never been caught

Court: N/A

Prison: N/A

Traveling: prefers to stay in one area

Medical: not really any licensed doctor for her type of being, but she can take care of herself

Illness: anxiety, ADHD

Worries: the Darner Curse; bad memories; anxiety; the problems of others (she is NOT a licensed therapist!)

Peace: prefers peace and quiet, but appreciates a good song playing in the background

Partying: prefers to stay in

Hobbies: hoarding; playing in shallow water; flying; talking to birds; talking to Huginn and Muninn; reading a good book; occasionally dances or sings (?); going for a ride of her totally-legally-aquired motorcycle that she totally bought with money, yes sir it is legal, no sir I don't know what you're talking about

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rotmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #riseofthetmnt #tmnt #rottmnt oc: toby #ghosts of the past and future #tw: child abuse #tw: abuse #rottmnt fic: ghosts of the past (and future)

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primepast · 7 months

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task zero + character introduction.

⌕ . ˚ ⅋. 「 pedro pascal. forty six. cis man. he/him. 」 luca reyes was recruited as a captain’s crew for the libertalia twenty six years ago and was given the codename: dionysus for their carefree but spiteful behavior, typical for the sagittarius. while preparing for a heist they listen to back in black by acdc and don’t dare to leave without their most trusted item: engraved pocket knife.

part one: statistics.

basic information:

full name: josé lucas reyes espinoza luca reyes.

nickname(s): lu, whatever insult is being thrown his way.

age: 46.

date of birth: december 2nd, 1976.

place of birth: santiago, chile.

nationality: chilean american.

gender: cis man.

pronouns: he / him.

orientation: bisexual.

language(s) spoken: fluent in english, spanish & portuguese, familiar with russian, asl, & french.

accent: used to have a slight new yorker accent, not so much anymore.

family ties:

mother: maría espinoza, deceased.

father: juan reyes herrera, deceased.

siblings: has five siblings, three younger and two older.

spouse / partner: widower, currently single.

children: has a daughter named mia, in her mid twenties.

pets: has a ball python snake named ralph.

occupational information:

codename: dionysus.

meaning behind codename: dionysus, the greek god of wine ( also bestower of ecstasy / god of the drama ... fittingly enough ).

position: captain's crew.

skillset: scoped firearms / long range weapons / quick thinking under pressure / expert hand eye coordination / lockpicking / anything that allows him to stay still.

weapon of choice: prefers a sniper rifle, currently carries a m1903 springfield.

physical appearance:

face claim: pedro pascal.

hair color: dark brown.

eye color: dark brown.

height: 5'11"

weight: 165 lbs.

build: athletic.

tattoos: has a small clown fish tattoo on his left shoulder for his daughter.

piercings: none.

clothing style: whatever's still in his closet from the past decade, mostly old shirts with the occasional hole or stain and jeans. sometimes wears a leather jacket he found at a thrift store ... he doesn't really have a "style" just if it fits and isn't too fancy... comfortable dad attire.

distinguishing characteristics: salt & pepper hair, dimpled smile, square jawline.

personality:

mbti: estp.

element: fire.

western zodiac: sagittarius.

chinese zodiac: dragon.

positive traits: carefree, charming, adaptable, perceptive, bold.

negative traits: spiteful, impatient, impulsive, defiant, insensitive.

hobbies: drinking, fishing, woodworking, reading, doing nothing.

character inspiration: seth gecko ( fdtd ), the ten seconds of screentime dionysus gets in the pj movies, ron swanson ( parks & rec, this is strictly only vibes ), jim hopper ( stranger things but not the cop part acab ).

part two: questionnaire.

001. the professor provides every member of libertalia a unique codename that reflects their personality. each codename is derived from various forms of mythology, folklore, or literature. why do you think the professor chose that name for you? do you agree or disagree with his decision?

the professor has always been an idol of luca's and joining within libertalia's first year is something he looooves to brag about. he was codenamed dionysus and though a bit stumped at first, he realized that the professor must have known about his sticky fingers expensive alcohol bottle collection ... or maybe he just has a sense of humor and was already well aware of luca's drinking problem. there's much more to the name than luca understands - a man of intense passion, both known for his excitable attitude and anger. either way, luca has never really cared to know, especially since he likes to imagine the professor does have a sense of humor... and for that reason, he loves the decision.

002. gaining an invitation into libertalia isn’t an easy feat. what do you think made you special enough to get handpicked by the professor?

luca usually chalks it up to being young and lucky enough to be on libertalia's radar early on. he hadn't planned much at the beginning and had been reckless on his heists, going into hiding after a bank robbery went wrong and he was separated from his partners. for whatever reason, he was given a second chance when it seemed like his life was over and for that, he'll always be grateful.

003. the captain’s crew is the highest position at libertalia. do you desire to graduate to this level? if you’re already a member of the captain’s crew what motivated you to change your position?

as a current captain's crew member, the position has been on his mind since he learned it was a possibility. he has no desire to be in a true position of leadership like the professor, but luca owes everything to libertalia and his allegiance has only strengthened over the twenty plus years with the group. he used to love joining on adventures but as he's gotten older and faced injury after injury, his focus began to shift to the potential of heist planning - whatever he needed to do to remain useful to the organization. he fears that his intelligence isn't as good as his physical skills but is doing his best to make sure no one notices.

004. although many members of libertalia don’t know each other’s personal lives, it’s rumored that many members came from suspicious backgrounds. who were you before joining and what was your life like prior?

joining libertalia was an impulsive decision, one made without the knowledge of his wife. she was always in the dark about his thievery and criminal background, some he even completed while they were married. they'd known each other since high school and she only discovered his extracurriculars once he was already in libertalia. luca had grown up having to make his own way in the world and refused to change for anyone, but it cost him the opportunity of having the family he'd always wanted. libertalia was his purpose after that and he's refuses to think about the past anymore.

005. what was your primary motivation for joining libertalia? was it for the riches or for the thrill of adventure? or is there something else motivating you to continue working for the group? what do you hope to achieve?

the primary motivation had always been to see what the world had to offer. a simple curiosity of what else there could be and a desire to scratch an itch of thievery. he hadn't expected much, truthfully, as far as profits go - but once the money started showing on paper, that helped too. now that he's lost the other side of the life he had, libertalia has essentially become everything to him and he hopes to help it flourish with the years he has left. he loves the idea of passing on all the wisdom and experience he's learned, a main reason he's apart of the captain's crew.

006. how would the other members describe you? would you consider yourself to be a team-player or do you prefer to work independently?

never serious, always joking, mouth never not open. not usually seen without a drink in his hand. he's got a contagious laugh and that can either soften the view some people have toward luca or infuriate them. always loves to be the life of the party and at every single funeral, he's made the "i put the fun in funeral" joke to someone. doesn't know how to read a room very well but he's got the best of intentions. works well with others... but usually gives them a headache at some point.

007. libertalia is anonymous, therefore necessitates secrecy outside of the group. how do you balance your personal life outside of this, granted you have one? is there a clear separation between libertalia and your personal life?

luca used to be able to balance everything perfectly within the first few years of libertalia - after his wife discovered he'd been lying about a business trip and knew he couldn't lie to her anymore, it went downhill from there. after a messy separation, luca's personal life became more or less existent. his thirties were spent jumping from mission to mission, becoming almost obsessed with his work until a bad back injury made him replan his future. now he's just focused on remaining valuable.

008. henry avery’s treasure has been lost since 1695. even with the brightest minds on the case, all leads to find the treasure haven’t turned up. avery’s treasure is the professor’s white whale and after several years of searching, many believe the treasure ceases to exist. do you believe the treasure exists?

luca is certainly skeptical but leans toward hopeful.

009. do you trust the professor? do you trust the libertalia?

yes and yes - with his life.

#at:intro #no cute graphic my b

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femshep-fatships · 8 months

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"Entry level position at Cerberus. Competitive Salary. Earn 500 lbs of on the blob Experience"

[Miranda x OC] Contains: Feedersim. "Mrs Lawson...I think...I think you're trying to fatten me up." The raven haired intern said, trembling.

Miranda lay, butt naked, fuzzy pussy out, fat thighs ontop of each other, posed like one of Jack's French girls. A stack of burgers in front of her, wearing a big black lacy bra, without her suit to compress it down, her fat tummy was tumming fattily like a bag of shake mix pooling against her desk. Her fat butt so massive, her hip rose several inches higher than her shoulder just laying on her side.

Miranda looked genuinely stupefied.

"...yeah?"

"Y-you admit it!" Elise the intern gasped. The earth born indian lass stared mouth agape. "Th-this is sexual harassment Ms. Lawson! I'll have to take this up with H.R. department!"

Miranda frowned. The Hog Retention department?

"I...I'm sorry," Miranda began slowly throwing one plush thigh over the other to hide her fat pussy from view. Sensing there had been some confusion. "What position did you think you were applying for exactly?"

"I wanted to be your intern." Elise said "You're a great and powerful woman, you run a company that spans the galaxy, you're a role model to many. I just...I thought I could be your assistant. But all you've had me do is fetch you coffee and take lunch breaks! How many lunch breaks do you think I need?"

Miranda gave them a once over. Estimating her intern was about 118 pounds. She figured at least 5 to start, if she was gonna put any kind of meat on those bones. They'd work their way up to 7 or 8.

Miranda shifted her meaty legs, frowning. Not looking at her new assistant as she grunted and sat up. Her big butt making her desk creak dangerously.

"What do you think we do here?" Miranda asked finally.

"Um...tech.. stuff?" Elise said mousily.

Miranda rose, butt naked, not bothering to put anything on, she crooked a finger, gesturing Elise to follow her.

Miranda opened the door to her office and Elise took a spot peering just over her shoulder.

Miranda waddled her way down the empty hall past Elise's desk and a very battered desk chair that had seen way too many plump assistants in its time and was another 200 pound fatty away from being sent to the great office depot in the sky.

They reached the end of the hall, and stepped out onto the balcony where Miranda stood in all her nude chubby glory staring down at the Great post reaper War Cerberus machine.

Elise stood beside her boss.

"What do you see?" Miranda asked quietly. Trying to break this to her intern gently.

Elise squinted. Free soda and snack machines every 5 feet. Workers chowing down at their stations. Fat waddling asses, huge bellies busting out of skin tight suits.

Everywhere, big and small, Human, Asari, Quarian, Tourian...everyone was eating in varying stages of fatness.

Elise eyed up her boss, and her dimpled cellulite padded ass. Elise glanced back at Miranda's tattooed body guard. Sitting looking 8 months pregnant with a beer gut in her lap, sucking down an ice coffee.

She thought about the freezer stocked with ice cream bars, her favorite flavor. She thought about the questionnaire, full of things like "do you enjoy feeding people" and "do you enjoy being fed" and "what is your most irresistible snack?" And "do you experience any cravings during your time of the month, or when you drink."

Elise thought about how odd it had seemed at the time that none of the interview questions had anything to do with any actual skills, or office experience. She'd simply answered anything honestly and checked "yes" on whatever they asked.

She thought about how frequent it was to see fat people making out and feeding each other in the break room, and the fact no one seemed to be punished for slacking off or taking breaks.

"Oh my God. People just sit around finding new ways to get each other fatter here!"

Miranda put a firm hand on Elise's bony shoulder, and winced a bit, Elise REALLY needed to fatten up a bit.

"Listen. It will be the easiest, best paying internship you ever have. I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to. But for what its worth, we have the best STD treatments available. We have a kitchen that can cook you anything you want round the clock. Aaaaand." Miranda held up a finger like she was trying to get a dog's attention. "Jack is psychotic. She gives crazy girl head." Jack looked up from the asari porno mag she was thumbing through. "Hey!" Elise and Miranda turned to the fuming biotic. Jack's face slipped into a cool swagger. "I also eat amazing ass, and you should see what I can do with five cupcakes and a strap."

"Let me take you to lunch. Get you a bite to eat. You can think it over." Miranda said kindly. "I can feed you, right there in the food court, in front of everyone." Elise swallowed hard, and somewhere beneath the red flags, and sirens and urge to get out: Elise had an image. An image of herself, bursting out of her clothes, an image of herself spreading across the office floor, too fat to lift her arms, too heavy to stand up, her head propped up on a pillow of gut and tits, as Miranda lovingly spoon fed her a hot fudge sunday. The intern clenched her thighs and Miranda could hear her grinding her teeth. She didn't moan, but her eyes went from fierce and defensive to confused and a little eager. "Are you...are you going to put clothes on?" Elise asked, biting her lip. Miranda gathered up her new feedee's hair, eying up the slender woman, memorizing her fit face, and the hint of bones. This would be the last time She'd ever get to see this woman this thin again. She had to remember it when Elise was completely destroyed, fattened up beyond return, too dumb to do anything but beg Miranda to feed her, too busy to think about anything but the next meal and sex. "No." Miranda said finally. Then reached up and put a hand on Elise's Cerberus suit zipper, and tugged. "You don't want to either, do you?" Elise whimpered, and buckled a little clenching her thighs together and squishing her data pad against her chest. "N-No Ma'am." Elise mumbled. "You're going to eat everything I tell you to at lunch. Get a real good idea of what I expect from my employees, aren't you?" "Yes Ma'am." "Look at me. Be honest. Honest with yourself. You want me to feed you don't you?" "Y-Yes Ma'am." Elise whined. "You're gonna get nice and fat for me today, then we're going to squeeze you back into your little skinny girl jumpsuit and watch you waddle around the office taking my calls and apointments with a big full belly, aren't you?" Elise crumbled to her knees, and without thinking began to kiss Miranda's belly. Muttering "Yes ma'am" over and over. Miranda wasn't even asking anymore questions. Elise was just begging her to feed her. Miranda always did extensive extra-net history searches on all her new hires for "security" reasons. Miranda knew what Elise was before she even set foot in here. Poor thing never stood a chance. Just another blob in the making. "Good Girl." Miranda whispered. Petting Elise's soft black hair. "Lets go fatten you up a bit."

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⌕ . ˚ ⅋. 「 TENOCH HUERTA. 35. CISGENDER. HE/HIM. 」 CAYETANO ORTIZ, otherwise known as GALEN, joined the libertalia five years ago as a SURGEON. around libertalia, the VIRGO has a reputation for being PATIENT & STUBBORN perhaps because they're best known for assisting in the recovering of the serena's blades of which they are most proud. while preparing for a heist, they listen to VER EM CORES by RASHID & LINIKER. makes sense considering they remind me of: comforting scent of lavander, vintage decor pieces, decaffeinated coffee with milk, green doodles in the corner of books, açaí bowls with banana and strawberry.

part one: statistics.

basic information:

full name: cayetano valentín franco ortiz.

nickname(s): cay (most people that he meets), tito (his sister and other childhood friends), caetano (most common mishearing of his name, that he just came to accept).

age: thirty five.

date of birth: september 12, 1987.

place of birth: san miguel de allende, guanajuato, mexico.

ethnicity: nahua, purepecha, and spanish descent.

nationality: mexican.

gender: cis man.

pronouns: he / him / his.

orientation: bisexual.

languages spoken: spanish (native), nahuatl, portuguese and english (fluent), lsm and libras (signed languages in mexican spanish and portuguese, both at beginner level), italian (couple of phrases).

accent: in any language that he speaks, his mexican background still evident (intonation patterns, rhythm of speech, the pronunciation of vowels and consonants…); in portuguese, there is a blend of his spanish accent with the accent of the pará region, including slangs and intonation of certain words.

family ties:

mother: evangelina ortiz (deceased).

father: unknown.

siblings: patrizia ortiz (younger sister).

spouse / partner: none atm.

children: none atm.

pets: nayru and kafei (3 years old, siamese cats).

occupational information:

codename: galen.

meaning behind codename: it is the anglicized name of a greek physician, surgeon and philosopher, who made many contributions to science through his studies.

position: surgeon.

skillset: wilderness medicine, first aid and emergency response, cross-cultural communication, research skills, navigation skills.

physical appearance:

face claim: actor tenoch huerta.

hair color: black.

eye color: dark brown.

height: 1,76 m / 5'9.29".

weight: 76 kg / 167.55 lbs.

build: athletic.

tattoos: various.

piercings: an earring in each ear.

clothing style: casual and practical, most of the time he's wearing lightweight pants and a fun shirt. he's very fond of sunglasses, and likes to wear accessories when he's not at work. has a collection of sneakers and hats, for various occasions.

distinguishing characteristics: almost always with glasses, his tattoos, cat fur in his clothes.

personality:

mbti: isfj.

enneagram: 1w2.

element: earth.

western zodiac: virgo.

chinese zodiac: rabbit.

positive traits: thoughtful, patient, detail-oriented, reserved, empathetic, dedicated, versatile.

negative traits: self-critical, stubborn, anxious, worrying, indecisive, pessimistic, overthinker.

hobbies: photography, yoga, collecting paintings, gardening, cooking, study languages, organizing and decluttering.

character inspiration: steve rogers (marvel comics), kara (detroit: become human), aziraphale (good omens), garen (league of legends), annie edison (community), catelyn tully stark (asoiaf).

part two: questionnaire.

⸺ “i remember the guy from my history classes, but only vaguely. he was nice and all, if you forget the questionable parts of his methods…” galen shrugs, pouring out more coffee on his mug, and continues. “it's kind of what i do here, be a little nice and very questionable. anyway, i think the professor is just calling me a nerd in a different language, but i will pretend that it's a flattering way to say i am a scholar or something.”

002. gaining an invitation into libertalia isn’t an easy feat. what do you think made you special enough to get handpicked by the professor? and what qualities do you think allowed you to join your position?

⸺ “promise me you won't think i'm being arrogant or anything, but,” he pauses, as if telling a secret “i'm really good at my job.” and then he laughs, lighting the weight of the previous statement. “but it's true, though. after so many years studying and being out there in environments that are less than ideal, having a doctor like me that is perfectly capable of handling emergencies and not freak out when, let's say, someone gets bitten by a snake or hit by a car is pretty valuable. it gets ‘easier’ to do dangerous things when you know that you won't die from the lack of immediate support.”

003. the captain’s crew is the highest position at libertalia, they are the select few who are aware of the professor’s identity. do you desire to graduate to this level?

⸺ “they're a bit like gods, aren't they? yes, it would be nice to know this organization's greatest secret, an honor, ever. it is a big responsibility though, a long, long term goal and not something that i can put in a five steps plan, unfortunately. i am happy to be where i currently am, with my fellow surgeons. maybe one day, who knows the future.”

⸺ he clicks his tongue, thinking before saying: “i was a doctor, always had been, and when my mother died, i knew i needed a change in my life. i joined a program of the brazilian government, in circa 2014, that takes foreign doctors to places in the country that need medical attention – that's how i ended up living in pará for years now and knowing so much about the amazon region.” galen says it softly, drowning in good memories. “i quitted when i got invited to join libertalia, though. i love primary care, but i need more in my life, if you know what i mean.”

⸺ “first it was the money.” he confesses, with a timid smile crossing his face. “i really wanted to move out of the small apartment i had for my first years in the country. then it was just… what else am i going to do? i could go back to academia, maybe finally finish my doctorate, but it wouldn't be as exciting as the challenges that being a surgeon here is. some say that ‘knowledge is a reward in itself’, and i believe it is true in my case.”

006. how would the other members describe you? would you consider yourself to be a team-player or do you prefer to work independently?

⸺ “god, i hope i am good enough for these people.” a grin appears in his face as he makes the joke. “i couldn't imagine myself not being a team player, i mean,” he points to his equipment at the nearest table, “not trusting your doctor is a terrible way to die, in my opinion.

⸺ “i have the same policy since my college days: just because i helped with a bandage, it doesn't mean you need to follow me into eats and drinks later. i am here to help, that's all, no need to bring my problems from home to the group and vice versa. as much as i like to chat away about many, many things, i need to focus, as it is literally a matter of life and death sometimes. but, who knows, maybe if i trust you enough, one day i will let you know my mom's old quesadilla recipe.”

⸺ “heavens, no.” a quiet chuckle escaped his lips. “i'm sorry, i know it's this group's lifelong dream, and i know it's important to have a target to shoot for, but there's a difference between ‘looking for a rare painting that was sold a couple years ago’ and ‘looking for a centuries old lost treasure using vague clues’. call me a pessimist, but i'd rather spend our resources in real things, not in… whatever this is.”

009. do you trust the professor? do you trust the libertalia?

⸺ he ponders the question while sipping the last bits of his coffee. “maybe.” galen chuckles, barely audible. “just because it's my job, it doesn't mean i have to blindly trust the professor. one thing is to trust my coworkers, or the captain's crew; another thing, completely different, is to blindly trust someone i don't even know the name.”

#at:intro #( worlds laziest banner 😍 )#tasks

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part one: basic information.

full name: jaya aamani nadar

nickname(s): jay, yaya, mani

age: thirty-three

date of birth: february 17th, 1990

place of birth: london, england

ethnicity: indian (gujarati) & english

nationality: british

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she/her

orientation: demisexual

language(s) spoken: english, hindi, italian, very basic german & spanish

accent: soft british

family ties:

mother: melody nadar nee davenport

father: kiaan nadar

siblings: rishi nadar, arin nadar (older brothers)

spouse / partner: n/a

children: n/a

pets: n/a

occupational information:

codename: helsing

meaning behind codename: her background and expertise in science, philosophy and metaphysics. much like the fictional character dr. abraham van helsing.

position: chemist

skillset: explosives & demolition, weapons, chemical engineering

physical appearance:

face claim: naomi scott

hair color: black

eye color: dark brown

height: 5'5"

weight: 123 lbs

build: slender

tattoos: the word 'stoicism' on her inner left wrist as a reminder to only worry about the things she can fix-not the things she can't, a broken compass on her right shoulder blade

piercings: 3 on her right ear

clothing style: stylish but comfortable, more for movement than appearance. if it has ample pockets she'll buy it, comfortable shoes, shirts on the more snug side underneath open flannel button ups that she can discard if they get in the way of her work. goggles typically propped on her head, more often than not wearing gloves out of habit.

distinguishing characteristics: mostly healed burn marks from past experiments gone awry, full lips and doe eyes that have helped her get her way in the past, scars from previous jobs that were almost close calls but not thanks to quick thinking and well placed explosives.

personality:

mbti: infp

enneagram: 2 - the giver

western zodiac: aquarius

chinese zodiac: horse

positive traits: compassionate, intuitive, witty, enigmatic

negative traits: cunning, calculating, stubborn, reckless

hobbies: chess, playing pool & darts, painting, hiking, video games, reading way too late into the night / early morning, glass sculpting, cooking & baking

character inspiration: montgomery scott (star trek aos), kaylee frye (firefly), riley davis (macgyver), firefly (g.i.joe retaliation), nurse christine chapel (star trek: strange new worlds), shuri (marvel), clara oswald (doctor who)

part two: questionnaire.

a smirk tugs at her lips, before she takes the screwdriver from where it’d been held between her teeth. “so van helsing, right? infamous vampire hunter, the character practically immortalized due to more recent works making him out to be this action hero. when in reality he was so much more, as written in bram stoker’s dracula. a philosopher, doctor, lawyer, professor, metaphysist…but most importantly, a scientist. i guess my background in science, philosophy and dabbling in metaphysics gave way to my codename. and honestly i enjoy it.”

"i feel like i'm going to sound like a right arse for answering this, talking all high and mighty of myself." she snorts, leaning forward in her chair. "but i digress. i'm fairly good at thinking on my feet, i was able to get my old crew out of some hairy situations with some on-the-spot concoctions. my engineering professor said i have a wild mechanical aptitude, which i figure helps me with a lot of what i do for the libertalia. whether that be reworking the weapons, coming up with a new way in or out, or just plain ole chemical engineering. my brain just has a way of working problems from multiple angles before landing on the best possible solutions."

003. the captain’s crew is the highest position at libertalia, they are the select few who are aware of the professor’s identity. do you desire to graduate to this level? if you’re already a member of the captain’s crew what motivated you to change your position?

“maybe one day, i think it would be fun to figure out the plans for the heists and such. that being said, i truly enjoy what i do. i wouldn't have gotten into, or stayed in this field of expertise if i didn't. so i suppose i'd miss making things go boom personally if i managed to move up the ladder to the captains."

"i feel like this is one of those questions you're not actually supposed to answer...or rather answer with 'i'm not at liberty to disclose that information." helsing smirks before waving her hand dismissively. "i'm kidding. i had my own crew i ran with, ever since i was 16 until i joined the libertalia. it was fun, they were essentially my second family. i flourished under them and i owe a lot of what i know about the criminal world to them. before that it was just a simple life in london with my parents and two older brothers, who i still keep in contact with. i mainly got into crime after a fire burned down the family bakery and we needed the money, ever since i've sent some back from whatever i make."

"honestly? the thrill of adventure." she laughs. "i know! i know, it's cheesy. my old crew ran your run of the mill heists but the whole premise and mystery of libertalia really intrigued me. and so far i haven't been disappointed. riches are neither nor there, i love my job even more now than i did then. so if there's anything i hope to achieve out of all of this, it’s to continue to get better at what i do. and c'mon, finding henry avery's treasure? that'd be such an awesome thing to put on the hypothetical resume."

006. how would the other members describe you? would you consider yourself to be a team-player or do you prefer to work independently?

"100% a team player, even if i'm more of a 'tell me what you want done then let me do it in peace' type." helsing admits with a grin and shrug. "i'll do whatever i have to do to keep my team safe and make sure they get back in one piece, blow things up first and pay for the damages later. 9 times out of 10 you'll find cookies in my lab for when anyone swings by, i have an open door policy unless the 'do not disturb' sign is explicitly up."

"i feel like it's a bit of a cliché, but my family actually think i work for the british government." she rolls her eyes before laughing, holding her hands up in defense. "i'm serious! i have a friend who works at mi5 that i managed to convince into covering for me when i first got into my more shady work. they're in a lower level position, so if my parents call their office my friend will cover for me and let me know they called. we have a whole set up, real movie worthy. i have a few friends from outside of this business that i get together with. i'd say i keep my personal and libertalia life fairly separate, unless i get together with one of the crew outside of work."

“sure, why not?” she mumbles, mouth quirking to the side. “we haven’t found any proof yet to suggest otherwise, so i feel it does exist. just because something’s been lost for such a long time, doesn’t mean that it changes it legitimacy. let’s just hope this white whale doesn’t kill us like ahab’s did him.”

009. do you trust the professor? do you trust the libertalia?

chewing on the end of a twizzler, helsing shrugs. “i trust everyone until they give me a reason not to. i find it’s almost easier that way. so far, neither the professor nor the libertalia have given me any reason to distrust them. so, until further notice, they have my full loyalty.”

part three: the biography;

jaya nadar grew up the daughter of two fairly basic london individuals — a history professor at oxford and a 4th generation bakery owner. two older brothers meant she had two protectors who also taught her how to take care of herself when they weren’t around. “you fight dirty,” rishi, the oldest, always told her “and never assume they’re going to fight fair.” she was a bit of a quirky scrapper growing up, and a nerdy one at that. meaning if the resident bully tried to take the lunch money off of one of her fellow nerds…she’d just take it right back, grinning as she’d hand it back, wiping the blood from her lips. her parents wanted her to make more friends, not that she lacked any...but the ones that she did probably weren't exactly the kind that they'd had in mind. after a science experiment unintentionally actually went right, jaya gained the attention of a crew looking for a new explosives expert. and she became it. she was 16 when she joined the crew, and they taught her everything else that she'd need to know to run with them; weapons proficiency, better tactics with explosives and chemical engineering, even mechanical skills that jaya took to easily. the crew stayed together up until 7 years ago, when the democratic way with which they ran started to fracture right in front of jaya's eyes. different ideas and point of views made them split, and jaya left broken hearted before it could (ironically) blow up in her face. that's when she got the call. she joined the libertalia in a heartbeat, not asking many questions because really, who wouldn't want to join a mysterious organization eh? she doesn't take herself too seriously, but she does everything in her power to be the best at what she does, for the sake of the rest of the group. she'll do whatever it takes to make sure they can get back in one piece, even if that means blowing things up first and paying for the damages later. 9/10 find her sitting upside down, with a screwdriver clutched between her teeth as she tinkers with a weapon or figures out an equation. she’s always experimenting and tinkering with the weapons, never wanting to fit the crew with any old equipment. she’s a good listener, witty, and a wicked shot. always been a plucky one, she'd prefer to go through a wall than jump over it and honestly does try to talk her way out of situations...but isn't afraid to resort to whatever tactics are necessary to help her coworkers or self out. also 10/10 will cook for you if you had a bad day okay.

#at:intro #THIS GOT LONG PURELY BC I PUT HER BIO AT THE END OK #AND I DON'T WANT TO MAKE ANOTHER GRAPHIC FOR A SEPARATE POST SDFGHJKL #just scroll to the bottom if you want her intro <3

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I took like a mood questionnaire assessment thing for therapy the other day and one of the questions was have you unexpectedly lost any weight (I think it ws like 5, 10, etc lbs or no) and. I do get that appetite issues and stuff like that come with depression so it makes sense that they would ask. but then I had to have this weird conversation where I was like... i cant? lose weight? id be dead? i think?

it reminded me of when relatives/ family friends come up to me and ask whether I've lost weight, and its like regardless of how appropriate that question is, its kind of insane to ask someone who's already/always been skinny if they've lost weight. thats not a good thing. I mean on the therapy questionnaire thing its clearly a bad thing, im not criticizing that, it just reminded me of weird interactions.

its also so weird answering questions like "is your appetite worse than usual" and its like no. but also. i dont have an appetite a lot of the time and forget to eat. but thats normal for me, so its not worse than anything.

questionnaires, man, they always get at me.

#shutupotter #tw weight

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The Mega Character Questionnaire

Full Name: Valentino Arthit Lecce Aliases: Father Lecce, Priest, Vulture

Appearance.

FACECLAIM: Luke Pasqualino? GENDER: Cis man HEIGHT: 5'10'' WEIGHT: 140 lbs BUILD: Sleek, wiry. Somewhat poor muscle condition. HAIR: Long hair reaching his shoulder blades, brushed back. Off black hair beginning to gray. SKIN: Tan, warm undertone. Darkening around eyes that resembles eyeshadow and crows feet. EYES: Brown eyes, commonly half lidded. MOUTH: Curved lips often set into a soft smile. NOSE: Curved, roman nose. HANDS: Deft surgeons' hands. Thin fingers and raised tendons. Short filed nails. SCARS: Large brand on top of breastbone. A few nicks and cuts on his hands from improperly handled medical equipment. CLOTHES: Ranges from business casual to black tie/ funeral attire. Slowly amassing a collection of band tees.

Speech.

ACCENT: Generic east coast American. LANGUAGE: Native English, casual Italian. Intermediate Latin. A few spare words of Thai. ARTICULATION: Somewhat eloquent, but tends to pause, stutter, and use filler words. LAUGHTER: Soft chuckles or sharp barks of laughter. GRUMP: Complains around friends or by himself.

Mannerisms.

FACE: Tries to have a calm smile or somber look in public. May look tired or disoriented when he's not paying attention. HANDS: Holds hands clasped, or massaging his knuckles. Sometimes pops/ cracks his fingers. EMOTIONAL OUTBURSTS: Not often, usually small expressions of sadness or distress when he thinks others aren't looking. HABITS: Touching his hair, rubbing his knuckles, leaning on things, rubbing or grasping his pendant. POSTURE: Stands straight, but tends to lean or list to one side if tired or not focusing. WALKING POSTURE: Slightly stiff as if he's focusing on walking straight. More hitching, jittery movements when running or drunk. SITTING POSTURE: Sits straight, hands folded in lap in formal settings. Leans or props up his head in casual settings. PERSONAL SPACE: Small personal bubble. Likes getting into other's personal space after getting to know them.

Health:

DIET: Poor, unbalanced diet. Too high in sugar and low in protein. SLEEP: Long stretches of sleep. Can sleep 10+ hours if he has no obligations. EXERCISE: Moderate, walks often around graveyards. Not much upper body exercise after he joined the clergy. ACTIVITY: Bursts of high activity, with calm moments between funerals/ obligations. CLEANLINESS: Understands sanitation and is good at cleaning his specimens and his home. Showers every day, washes hair every four days. MEDICINAL DRUGS: Antiseizure medication, antihistamines and too many over the counter painkillers. ILLNESS: Allergies, chronic headaches. Aware or petit mal seizures now mostly controlled with medication. INJURIES: Childhood brain injury. OTHER: Thalassophobia, mild anxiety, dizzy spells. Nausea, vomiting, rash and hives after he consumes red meat, milk, or gelatin.

Personal.

INTROVERT/EXTROVERT?: Introvert OPTIMIST/PESSIMIST: Pessimist for himself, optimist when thinking of other's situations. SEXUALITY: Graysexual. No meaningful preference towards genders. ROMANTIC: Aromantic, loves romance when couched in a fictional or non realistic setting. MEMORY: Poor short term memory, and is missing most of his memories up to age six due to brain trauma. INTUITION: Decent. Good at reading people's emotions, but isn't good at determining the issue at the bottom of it. PROBLEM SOLVING: Moderate-poor. He's perfectly average at problem solving, but if he can't figure it out in five minutes or so, he gets a headache and becomes frustrated. Does better in a group, where he can let others take charge when he's overwhelmed. GOALS: To give others a proper send off and support their next of kin. INSECURITIES: That he's not like everyone else. Stupid, offputting, unfit to serve God. That people merely tolerate him. ACHIEVEMENTS: Two degrees, and recognition from his parish family. ANXIETY: Worries about his health and being disliked by others. Tries to be useful so people like him. Please like him. OVERWHELMED: Rarely. Tries to find a quiet area when overstimulated. COMFORTS: Saintly paintings and medals, relics, the smell of fur and tanned leather.

The Past.

PARENTS/GUARDIANS: Both parents are still alive, relationship generally good but somewhat distant and strained. Father is a podiatrist, accountant mother. SCHOOL: Public school. His parents insisted he not be sent to a school for special needs children. FURTHER EDUCATION: Originally went to college for mortuary science, later went again for his philosophy degree. LIFE EVENTS: Late teens assisting in a funeral home, early and mid twenties studying and working as a funeral director, felt the call, completed seminary and became ordained in his thirties. WORST DAY OF THEIR LIFE: Being roofied and branded by 'ex' cultists. BEST DAY OF THEIR LIFE: Becoming an unofficial director in the parish family.

Interactions.

MINGLING: Tends to be at the edge of a group, but will properly mingle if one or two people he's familiar with are there. PHYSICAL: Touchy when in an appropriate situation. Likes to sit near people and bump shoulders or lean into them. OPENNESS: Tries to be open and honest but there is some information about him he rather keep secret. Would rather give incomplete information instead of lying. GENEROSITY: Generous, sometimes almost desperately. Donates his time occasionally, although he is still 'voluntold' to do things. JEALOUSY: Can be jealous, pines for things others have. TEMPER: Not much of a temper. EMPATHY: Makes an effort to be emphatic but sometimes has difficulty understanding other people's motives. AFFECTION: Very affectionate, though is aware of social norms and tries not to overstep. DISTASTE: Usually becomes quiet when something distasteful pops up. If pushed he may grimace or curl his lip. ETIQUETTE: Polite and tries to keep to social niceties, uses these techniques to mask his issues. SELF ESTEEM: Poor. Knows his talents but seeks approval from others too much. FLIRTING: Likes it but tends to think of it as teasing or wordplay.

Life.

CAREER: Priest. Former funeral director. COMBAT SKILLS: Poor. Knows which points on the body are vulnerable, but doesn't quite have the strength to take advantage. COOKING: Likes cooking, tends to make rice or pasta as a base and add things to it. MARRIAGE: Loves marriage as a concept, but doesn't want it himself. KIDS: Likes children, but fears being responsible for them. WORRIES: Degrading mentally and spiritually. HOBBIES: Vulture culture, playing piano, stitchwork. Crime procedurals and dramas.

Ripped from @burdenedwithfaith (I love pawing through John's questionnaire!)

#the unearthed #valcanons #lore tag

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mattodore · 7 months

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theo.

#river dipping #moodboard #theodore core #echthroi #long post #cw child abuse mention #cw drugs #questionnaire lb #<- tagging with this bc THIS is the effect reading his questionnaire has on me #well.#gonna be a rough one for me today lads...#my brain is just as fried over theo as it was last night i literally haven't left his pinterest board since i woke up...#i haven't even went back to his questionnaire to finish the last forty questions... i am so serious like. i've just been sitting here.

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bike-maths · 8 months

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SRAM Tire Pressure Calculator

Hey there, fellow cyclist! Whether you're a pro on two wheels or just getting started, one thing's for sure understanding tire pressure can make or break your biking experience. It's not just about comfort; it affects your safety and how your bike performs. That's where the SRAM Tire Pressure Calculator comes to the rescue. In this article, we'll walk through how to use this handy tool, and don't worry – even if you're a total newbie, you'll get the hang of it! Getting to Know the SRAM Tire Pressure Calculator Imagine this: you've got a calculator that figures out the perfect tire pressure for your ride. Well, that's the SRAM Tire Pressure Calculator! It's like a biking buddy that considers things like your weight, your bike's weight, tire width, and the type of roads you're riding on. Then, it spits out the best tire pressure recommendation in PSI (pounds per square inch). Easy Steps to Using the Calculator 1. Ready, Set, Go to the Calculator: Fire up your internet browser and head to the page where the SRAM Tire Pressure Calculator lives. The cool thing is, the webpage is designed with HTML and JavaScript code, so it's simple to understand and use. 2. Put in Your Rider and Bike Info: When you arrive at the calculator's page, you'll see a form waiting for your input. It's like filling out a mini-questionnaire: - Rider's Weight (lbs): Just type in how much you weigh in pounds. This bit matters because it affects the tire pressure suggestion. - Bike Weight (lbs): Tell the calculator how heavy your bike is. This part gets factored in when it crunches the numbers. - Tire Width (mm): Get your bike's tire width in millimeters. This is all about the part of the tire that touches the ground. - Riding Conditions: Pick the option that matches where you'll be riding: Smooth Roads, Rough Roads, or Off-Road. This helps the calculator give you the right tire pressure for your adventure. 3. Hit "Calculate Tire Pressure": Once you've filled in your details, give that "Calculate Tire Pressure" button a satisfying click. That's when the magic happens – the calculator takes your info and does its thing. 4. What's the Verdict? After a moment, the calculator spills the beans and shows you the recommended tire pressure in PSI. This number is like a secret code that unlocks your perfect ride. Decoding the Calculator's Formula Behind the scenes, the SRAM Tire Pressure Calculator uses a fancy formula. It goes like this: Pressure = 0.18 * (Rider's Weight + Bike Weight) + 0.25 * Tire Width It sounds complicated, but it's just a matter of adding up your weight and your bike's weight, then factoring in the tire width. And you know what's even cooler? The calculator adjusts this base pressure based on your chosen riding conditions: - If you're tackling "Rough Roads," it adds 3 PSI for extra grip. - Going "Off-Road"? It boosts the pressure by 6 PSI to handle the challenge. Plus, the calculator rounds off the final result so it's nice and easy to work with. Wrapping Up Your Biking Adventure Knowing the right tire pressure can take your biking adventure from good to amazing. The SRAM Tire Pressure Calculator takes the guesswork out of the equation by considering your rider and bike details, and suggesting the ideal tire pressure for your chosen terrain. By following the simple steps we've covered, even if you're new to the biking world, you'll be able to make the most of this tool. Just remember, while the calculator's recommendation is fantastic, you might want to fine-tune it as you get more familiar with your bike and the different riding conditions you encounter. Read the full article

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flockofcrowsinaturtleshell · 10 months

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Corporal Darner (Future Toby)

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Full name: Corporal Samara Tobias Sage Darner

Preferred name/nickname: Toby Sage Darner; Toby

Generally referred to as: Toby; Auntie Tobes or Aunt Toby; Corporal Darner; The Crow; Spirit Seer

Appearance

Faceclaim: N/A

Sex: Female

Height: 5'5"

Weight: 115 lbs

Build: light, lean: "built like a bird"; life in the Resistance made her leaner in comparison to her height

Hair: N/A

Skin: medium golden; some freckles

Eyes: warm, dark brown; intense stare has sharpened with experience and time; longish eyelashes

Mouth: small; sharp teeth

Nose: pointy

Hands: long and slender; 4 fingers on each hand; retractable claws

Feet; bird feet, big and black; left left is a prosthetic about halfway between her knee and ankle

Scars: scarring around prosthetic; faded scars across back; scarring under eyes from straining her powers; other small scars

Clothes: black cloak; leather pauldron(s); white wrappings around midsection (like F!Mikey) and forearms; black tank and pants; black mask/helmet

Other features: black wings and tail; black feathers across back, shoulders and collarbone, cheekbones (range has spread) bridge of nose, small crest, and in place of hair (shaggier)

Other notable features: crowish features; bird feet, wings, tail, feathers; retractable claws; black/dark scars under eyes

Wings: black crow wings; 5 meter wingspan (about 16.5 feet)

Speech

Voiceclaim: me? I guess?

Accent: faintly German (very faint, unnoticeable unless agitated); clear and sharp

Verbal ticks: doesn't tend to show her old vocal tick (getting louder the more excited she gets) as much

Language: English; Crow; Draugr; Spanish; German; ASL and TSL (turtle sign language)

Articulation: uses simple, easy to understand explanations

Education: prefers to use short simple words

Laughter: short huff or rattle/click; doesn't laugh as much anymore

Grump: grunts; makes small caws or growls

Breathing: very quiet

Mannerisms

Face: less expressive than before, more muted; wears a blank or neutral expression most of the time

Hands: doesn't stim anymore

Legs/feet: clicking talons

Emotional outbursts: doesn't have outbursts anymore; the last outburst cost Raph his life, and she blames herself; barely even rattles when happy

Habits: lost a lot of her fidgeting habits; raising and lowering feathers

Posture: slouched to support the weight of her wings, but as straight as she can stand

Walking posture: slouched, either walks or hops; limps, favoring her left leg

Sitting posture: crouched with wings tucked to take up as little space as possible

Personal space: not as tactile as before the invasion; still plenty touch-starved, but thinks she doesn't deserve the affection; very respectful of personal space

Spacial awareness: very aware

Health

Diet: very high metabolism, so she's always foraging and carrying food. She's very opportunistic and will eat just about anything when hungry (even Kraang); often gives anything extra to others

Sleep: very light sleeper; insomniac and plagued with nightmares/visions

Exercise: constantly training to take down Kraang

Activity: tends to work hard and exhaust herself to the point of getting sick

Cleanliness: very picky about cleanliness, even with the perpetual dust and dirt of the apocalypse

Odour: like smoke and jasmine (the smell of her mystic powers)

Medicinal drugs: N/A (regular human medicine doesn't work on her, and yokai medicine is scarce after the invasion)

Narcotics: N/A

Addictions: N/A

Illness: Chronic pain; the Darner Curse

Injuries: phantom pain in left leg

Parasites: N/A

Other: anxiety, ADHD, PTSD

Personal

Introvert/Extrovert: Introvert

Optimist/Pessimist: Realistic Pessimist

Gender: She/They

Sexuality: Demisexual/Asexual

Romantic: Demiromantic

Memory: photographic memory. Can remember faces for years, and can recall appearances in detail

Planning: strategic and prepared

Pensive; tries and fails not to think about her past. She blames herself for a lot of it

Intuition: very intuitive. Extremely talented at decision making and figuring things out from minimal clues

Problem solving: very good at solving problems from minimal clues

Goals: she just wants to make it through life. It's very rare in the Darner Clan to make it past 30 years, since their mystic ability can't be "turned off" and uses up their life force faster. Her efforts to find a cure for the Curse are put on the back burner so she can focus on fighting the Kraang. (She dies protecting Mikey at the age of 29, 13 years into the invasion)

Insecurities: She believes that the death of Raph is her fault, and she carries the blame like a weight on her soul

Achievements: creating a potion using water from the Well of Seeing that allows users to temporarily see, hear, and interact with ghosts; made advancements in a cure for the Darner Curse before having to set it aside; securing her place as Master Michaelangelo's right hand

Anxiety: she actually has an undiagnosed anxiety disorder. A lot of things make her anxious, including the Darner Curse, problems with the ghosts, problems with her father, the apocalypse, and rushing in without a plan

Overwhelmed: tends to hide that she's overwhelmed until she literally can't

Self-help: has completely thrown the concept of self-help out the window

Comforts: a job completed

Philosophy: the past is who you are; you can't change the past

Triggers: tight spaces; being trapped; not being able to move; deep water (she can't swim); very strong emotion

The Past

Parents/Guardians: her mother disappeared when Toby was fairly young (7), leaving her under the care of an abusive father. She was with him until he died 5 years later

School: "homeschooled", which means she was taught anything her father deemed fit and learned everything else from books she found

Adolescence: once she started getting older, her father decided that she could take more beatings as lessons. He died a few months later, and she left home to fend for herself

Leaving home: see above

Further education: taught herself how to survive in the outside world, how to use her mystic powers for the greater good, and how to create a few potions; learned basic first-aid; learned how to control spirits; learned how to drive a transport

Life events: left home at 12; found the Well of Seeing at the outskirts of the Hidden City; did a job for Draxum at 14 and developed her potion-making skills; began work on a cure for the Darner Curse; was contacted by Draxum for another job at 16; was contacted by Draxum after the initial invasion to ask her for help in the Resistance; joined the Resistance; accidentally caused Raphael's death; became Michaelangelo's right hand; helped raise Casey Junior, teaching him how to read; died saving Michaelangelo from a Kraang spear

Worst day of their life: the day Raphael died

Best day of their life: probably either the day she found the Well of Seeing and made a home for herself or the day she learned to fly

Lessons: emotions are dangerous

Looking back: if she could replay her life and do something differently, she would control her emotions better and fight harder to save everyone

Relationships

Family: the Hamato Clan, even if she believes that she doesn't deserve them

Friendships: Huginn and Muninn, Draxum, Cassandra, Leonardo, Tello, Michaelangelo, Raphael, April, Casey Junior

Friends in need: she's a good listener, and will be there for those who need to rant

Needing a friend: she doesn't let others help her, believing that she must go through life alone

Annoyances: she internalizes everything and never releases it (until it's too late to reel it back in)

Romance: N/A

Marital problems: N/A

Adversaries: breaking her trust; abuse; unfairness; insulting other people she thinks of as friends or family

Enemies: see above, but repeated infractions is what does it

Strangers: fairly respectful, but closed off towards strangers

Fun stuff: she is content to spend time together without talking, but her friends and family often have other ideas

Dating: N/A

Best friend: Cassandra, but Tello and Michaelangelo are close seconds

Love: N/A

Worst enemy: her father, but the Kraang are giving him a run for his money

Respect: everyone but her father and the Kraang, because they showed her none, so she gives none in return

Mingling: pretty bad at making new friends

Comfort levels: not very comfortable with talking, but she's a good listener

Physical: extremely touch-starved, but refuses to initiate (or often accept) physical affection

Groups: comfortable in a bigger group if she knows everyone personally; prefers smaller groups

Openness: takes a very very long time to open up. That's two verys. If she opens up, it's only to those she would trust with her life (whether it's to save or sacrifice her life, it doesn't matter to her, as long as it is for the greater good)

Generosity: pretty generous with those in need, but has thrown off the concept of self-help

Jealousy: jealousy is basically taboo in the apocalypse. Everyone has suffered, and everyone has to push forward and keep fighting. It's rare to find someone better off

Temper: outwardly patient, but internalizes her anger until later

Empathy: feels empathetic, but it's hidden behind her mask of neutrality

Affection: awkward with giving affection, but shows it by listening when needed and teaching when prompted

Distaste: she has this Stare. Leo calls it "The Stare of Ultimate Disappointment™". It's where she doesn't say anything, just puts on her poker face, clicks her talons on the floor, and just Stares. If she really doesn't like you, she combines the Stare with a deep thrum in her throat and might start puffing up her feathers in a territorial display. Basically the only emotion she displays in front of others

Etiquette: sticks to polite norms of social situations best she can for someone from her background and experience

Responsibility: very responsible. She often carries the responsibility of Ghost Therapist and Middleman to the Living, caretaker of children, Michaelangelo's right hand, and medic when needed

Self esteem: poor self esteem.

Confidence: low confidence ever since Raph died, but hides it under a soldier's face

Honesty: will often keep things private if she feels it might upset someone; but she does her best to be honest otherwise

Leader or follower: follower by choice and circumstance, but will step up when needed

Party tricks: can mimic sounds and voices exactly; uses her photographic memory to impress others

Praise: she is blunt and short with her gratitude

Failures: She understands that her emotions need to be controlled since they got Raph killed, but she doesn't understand that no one blames her, and that they miss her.

Criticism: she brushes it off and ignores further criticism if it's unfair. She takes constructive criticism fairly well, but only by sheer force of will to control her reaction

Insults: passive-aggressively psychoanalyzes the person who insulted her until they back off

Embarrassment: not easily flustered, but she tends to play off her embarrassment as another emotion. She doesn't hide behind her wings anymore

Flirting: doesn't flirt

Attention span: she has a better attention span than before, but she's wrestled with her ADHD to gain it

Situations: awkward with social situations, but does her best to stay neutral. She's a bit blunt.

Life

Career: "Ghost Therapist and Middleman to the Living" (Mikey coined the name). It's very taxing, very stressful, and she didn't ask for it, but it's the best use of her abilities, so she accepts it. She also watches the Resistance children and supports Michaelangelo in battle

Promotion: N/A

Boss: Michaelangelo is technically her boss, along with his brothers. They treat her with respect, and see her as a peer and friend.

Duty: listening to rants; helping ghosts and living contact the other; helping people accept grief and get closure, protect the Resistance, take care of children, support Michaelangelo in battle

Tech: has grown more adept with technology since the invasion

Politics: no political involvement because of the lack of government in place. She sits pretty high in the Resistance hierarchy as Michaelangelo's right hand

Combat skills: can defend herself and others. She often uses her talons and retractable claws in hand-to-hand combat, but she is also adept with throwing knives and guns

Home: her hoarding habit is pretty much gone, since you have to share what you have in the Resistance. She keeps her section of the base clean and organized in case she has to move fast

Daily life: can take care of herself and others

Independence: very independent

Cooking: she can cook, but often doesn't. Raw food is more of a concern in the apocalypse, though, so she does her best to eat cooked food.

Building: she built The Nest by herself, so I'd say she's pretty adept. Can build a basic shelter.

Cleaning: typically organized. See "Home"

Shopping: stores don't exist anymore. Repurposes and fixes when possible. Forages when she can

Driving: she can drive a motorcycle and Genius Built ™ transports

Finances: N/A

Marriage: N/A

Kids: more likely to adopt than have biological children

Pets: N/A

Dependents: she often cares for the kids of the Resistance

Law: nothing is illegal if there are no laws. It's just a matter of morality

Court: N/A

Prison: N/A

Traveling: prefers to stay in one area, but will travel if required

Medical: the doctors/medics in the Resistance are more adept at treating yokai that before, since the mixing of humanity and yokai-kind had both sharing notes. Toby is fairly adept in basic first-aid

Illness: anxiety, ADHD

Worries: the Darner Curse; bad memories/PTSD; anxiety; the problems of others (she is NOT a licensed therapist!), the survival of the Resistance

Peace: prefers peace and quiet

Partying: prefers to stay in

Hobbies: hanging out with kids; reading; patrolling the Resistance base in the dark of night (alone time)

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southerncountiesrescue · 1 year

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Leo the Lion, aka LoverBoy. Nothing makes Leo happier than being picked up and loved. He's a big boy, 18+ lbs but not fat. He will follow you around like a little dog, wanting to play or snuggle. Leo has that easy going wonderful orange tabby personality. Definitely a lover, not a fighter. He's got a few scratches from bully cats that didn't welcome him. Leo needs a family, with easy going cats that will accept him or as an only with people around. Good with children and probably cat friendly dogs. Leo is healthy, neutered, negative for FeLV/FIV, current on vaccines, dewormed and microchipped. The vet estimates his age as around 2 years old. To meet Leo please go to our website SouthernCountiesRescue.org and fill out our adoption questionnaire. #orangetabby https://instagr.am/p/Cm-4V9wL2Z3/

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hscottfitch · 1 year

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I LOST 70 LBS and I'm on a mission to help guys over 50 just like YOU do the same! HERE'S what you get when we work together... 1. Objective Assessment - Measurements and Before Pictures, Medical History 2. Subjective Assessment - Lifestyle Questionnaire 3. SMART Goals Questionnaire... 4. Build Program 5. Send you yiur Journal Once we start there are 5 Habits we are going to develop for you to check in with me on 6 days a week...I record and review this info daily for all my team members. 1. Evening Routine 2. Morning Routine 3. Workout or Walk 4. Hydration 5. Diet My role is to do 5 things to MAKE SURE you reach YOUR goals 1. Build Your Program 2. Monitor Your Daily Habits 3. Speak with you Weekly 30 Minutes 4. Build the Fit50 Team so you can have others to encourage you and be encouraged by you. 5. Review your program Monthly and make changes if needed Your role is to do 5 things: 1. Check in on your Habits...they will carry you when motivation is in short supply and feelings are not there 2. Comply with the program...no one is perfect but your success depends on You. 3. Be prepared for challenges...first 2 weeks are the hardest, then your body starts to change and adapt for about 6 weeks...after 50 days you can go to FIT50 Advanced if you want to continue 4. Be relentless in pursuit of YOUR goals, but understand that the people you love the most may not understand your obsession...be gentle with them if they make comments about your commitment to exercise, diet, getting to bed early and drinking tons of water when they see the results the comments will stop and they'll be asking you for help. 5. Have FAITH in yourself. Every decision you make is a down payment on your results, and in 50 days you'll be lighter, leaner, stronger have tons more energy, and will have developed habits that will benefit you for life...which will probably mean you'll live longer! Sound Good? Any questions? Private message me the keyword "INFO" Scott (at Barrie, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmXqHbzOfmj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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scriptmedic · 3 years

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The Writer's Guide to Blood Donation Part 1: Typical Donation

Content Warning: This post contains numerous references to needles and blood.

Sometimes in our stories, our characters are going to need to give blood. Whether it’s to help an injured family member or a wounded comrade, one of the ways your characters can show their heroism is by giving of themselves, their literal lifeblood, to help another.

Blood donation can also be a way to “save the cat,” a positive act that demonstrates that our character is a kind, compassionate person that the reader should like.

There are two types of blood donation that I’m going to talk about. This post will discuss a typical blood donation, where the character’s blood is tested, a set quantity is drawn off, and the blood is banked. This can be a directed donation for a specific person, typically done in a hospital, or an undirected donation in which a character donates blood for a bank to use later, which is likely to be done at a blood drive.

The second post, which we’ll talk about in the near future, is a person-to-person transfusion, in which one character’s vein is linked to another’s. This is a far more dangerous scenario which is only done in emergencies in an austere environment where hospitals, and blood banks, are not an option.

What Are the Minimum Standards for Donation?

To donate blood, a character must….

Weigh at least 110 lbs (50kg)

Be at least 17 years of age

Have not donated whole blood in the last 56 days (8 weeks)

Be feeling well and healthy

Not be taking antibiotics, aspirin related products, or blood thinners

Not be a male who has had sex with another male in the last year. (The American Red Cross and FDA advocate that gender is self-identified; the ARC has a whole page about LGBT donors located here.)

Full eligibility requirements for the American Red Cross are found here.

What’s the Process Like?

The process for a typical blood donation looks like this:

The character registers with an intake person. Often they’re offered a “gimme” as an incentive to sign up and donate, such as lip balm or a small book. They’re given a ticket (or have a donor card), which is scanned by a barcode reader.

They answer a very, very detailed questionnaire, which asks everything from their height and weight, whether a male character has had sex with other men ever, which countries they’ve visited in what timeframe, or whether they’ve ever had a graft of their meninges. These days this is done on a tablet.

The donor will then wait to see an intake nurse, who performs a few checks. They get their blood pressure taken, their pulse taken, and a fingerstick is performed to check the blood’s concentration (hematocrit).

The donor will then wait to actually go and donate. When they go in, the nurse taking the blood will ask which arm the donor prefers; usually donors prefer their non-dominant arm.

The donor will lie down on a cot. The nurse will prepare the supplies, affix pre-printed labels to the bags, and check the character’s name and date of birth.

The nurse will place a blood pressure cuff on the arm above the selected donation site, which is usually the bend of the elbow, and partially inflate the cuff. The character will be given something to squeeze; a rubber or foam stress ball or a roll wrapped in paper is typical.

The nurse will insert the needle into the vein, hopefully on the first attempt and hopefully without “fishing.” The needle is fairly large, a 16ga (the smallest IV needle in common use is a 24ga, the largest is a 14ga). and is taped into position. The entry site will be covered with a small piece of gauze and taped down.

The blood is first sent into a series of tubes for testing. After the vials are drawn, the blood goes down one tube into a small pouch, which is where it’s available to draw from in the blood bank to test for compatibility with recipient blood. After that, blood begins to fill the actual donation bag, which is 500mL in size (or about a pint). During this process the character will be encouraged to squeeze their fist every 5-10 seconds to help improve blood flow.

Blood donation is timed, for reasons I’m not quite sure of. A healthy donor with good vasculature might complete their donation in about 5-6 minutes, while someone with worse veins might complete theirs in 8-10 minutes.

Once the donation is complete, the nurse will clamp off the line, retract the needle, and ask the donor to put pressure on the gauze over their insertion site. The nurse will then get a piece of stretchy, self-stick material known in the biz by its original trade name Vetrap, and roll it around the insertion site. The bandage sticks to itself, theoretically not to skin, and can come in a number of colors; on my last donation, it was teal.

The character will be instructed not to bend over or lift heavy objects for at least 2 hours, to not remove the Vetrap for at least 6 hours, and to increase fluid intake over the next 2 days to compensate for the lost blood volume. They’ll be allowed to lie still if the character feels faint, or sent to sit for a few minutes and recover if they feel well enough to walk. Most donation sites offer juice, water, and snacks — especially cookies — to help restore fluid volume and sugar to the bloodstream.

How Does Blood Donation Feel?

This will vary from donor to donor. Genetic males, and those with larger bodies, typically have a slightly higher blood volume than genetic females, and thus tend to tolerate significant blood loss (such as donation) better, but the effects of donation can be felt by anyone.

It’s very common for donor characters to feel dizzy, lightheaded, or nauseous after a donation. Headaches are quite frequent, and the donor might feel a need to sit down for a prolonged period after the fact. The character might simply feel fine after donation.

Remember that this is fiction, so the effects you choose are up to you. Sometimes the effects are felt more severely the next day than the day of the donation.

It’s common for the needle site to bruise significantly, particularly if the vein was small or the nurse was inexperienced and had to “fish” for a vein. This will start almost immediately after donation and will continue to worsen for an hour or two, then will fade over several days to a week.

So that’s a pretty standard blood donation! Next time in Part 2 we’ll discuss how donor-to-recipient, or direct transfusion works, and how your characters can make it work in dire circumstances!

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The Writer’s Guide to Blood Donation Part 1: Typical Donation was originally published on ScriptMedicBlog.com

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