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Bleeding:

Blood is warm. if blood is cold, you’re really fucking feverish or the person is dead. it’s only sticky after it coagulates.

It smells! like iron, obv, but very metallic. heavy blood loss has a really potent smell, someone will notice.

Unless in a state of shock or fight-flight mode, a character will know they’re bleeding. stop with the ‘i didn’t even feel it’ yeah you did. drowsiness, confusion, pale complexion, nausea, clumsiness, and memory loss are symptoms to include.

blood flow ebbs. sometimes it’s really gushin’, other times it’s a trickle. could be the same wound at different points.

it’s slow. use this to your advantage! more sad writer times hehehe.

Stab wounds:

I have been mildly impaled with rebar on an occasion, so let me explain from experience. being stabbed is bizarre af. your body is soft. you can squish it, feel it jiggle when you move. whatever just stabbed you? not jiggly. it feels stiff and numb after the pain fades. often, stab wounds lead to nerve damage. hands, arms, feet, neck, all have more motor nerve clusters than the torso. fingers may go numb or useless if a tendon is nicked.

also, bleeding takes FOREVER to stop, as mentioned above.

if the wound has an exit wound, like a bullet clean through or a spear through the whole limb, DONT REMOVE THE OBJECT. character will die. leave it, bandage around it. could be a good opportunity for some touchy touchy :)

whump writers - good opportunity for caretaker angst and fluff w/ trying to manhandle whumpee into a good position to access both sites

Concussion:

despite the amnesia and confusion, people ain’t that articulate. even if they’re mumbling about how much they love (person) - if that’s ur trope - or a secret, it’s gonna make no sense. garbled nonsense, no full sentences, just a coupla words here and there.

if the concussion is mild, they’re gonna feel fine. until….bam! out like a light. kinda funny to witness, but also a good time for some caretaking fluff.

Fever:

you die at 110F. no 'oh no his fever is 120F!! ahhh!“ no his fever is 0F because he’s fucking dead. you lose consciousness around 103, sometimes less if it’s a child. brain damage occurs at over 104.

ACTUAL SYMPTOMS:

sluggishness

seizures (severe)

inability to speak clearly

feeling chilly/shivering

nausea

pain

delirium

symptoms increase as fever rises. slow build that secret sickness! feverish people can be irritable, maybe a bit of sass followed by some hurt/comfort. never hurt anybody.

ALSO about fevers - they absolutely can cause hallucinations. Sometimes these alter memory and future memory processing. they're scary shit guys.

fevers are a big deal! bad shit can happen! milk that till its dry (chill out) and get some good hurt/comfort whumpee shit.

keep writing u sadistic nerds xox love you

ALSO I FORGOT LEMME ADD ON:

YOU DIE AT 85F

sorry I forgot. at that point for a sustained period of time you're too cold to survive.

pt 2

Oh yeah lemme just

The world deserves to see the shitty doodles that is my banner

In case you can't read my handwriting :>

Mal Du Pays: 'This Journey Was Only Meaningful to You' in red

Mirabelle: Holding up Garlic Bread as it glows like the holy grail it is. 'Garlic Bread' is written in all caps.

Sleepy Siffrin: 'honk shooooooo, honk shooooooo'

Loop: They are labeled as 'about to kill themselves'

Bonnie: An arrow calling their chef cooker hat 'Samosa storage'

Weepy Isabeau: The doodle is labeled with 'That Feeling When your crush gives you a flower'

Odile and Birb: Odile is thinking 'Piou Piou :>', the bird also says 'Piou Piou'. The note translating the birb says, 'I'm gonna poop on you later'

Spooped Mirabelle and Isabeau: they are staring shocked by the bird going, 'Peep!'

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YESSSSS

If he had one wish.

It would be this.

For you to smile happily every Halloween.

For you to cheer and scream and be merry with joy.

You might not remember him.

And he remembers too late.

But he wishes these feelings never leaves you every Halloween.

And he hopes you remember him fondly.

Somewhere deep inside.

For as long as you smile on Halloween, he’ll always be alive.

“can mutuals dm you?” my mutuals can fire me from a cannon through a brick wall, looney tunes style. as long as we’re all having fun

beast beneath the moonlight (process pics under the cut ^^

I must share this whimsical wonder so bear with me for a moment.

My couch is very old and the cushions don't stay in place, so I have what is dubbed 'the couch hole'. This sounds bad. Generally, it is. But me being the oversized and extra needy cat I am, absolutely love it. I am telling you, I get into the couch hole and I am squished and compressed so perfectly I will sleep all day. Nothing shall disturb me except for the need of more blankets, of which I have plenty supplied on the couch in case of emergencies such as couch hole chills. I believe everyone should experience the bliss of the couch hole at least once in their life.

A world wide dragon hug.

I often wish I were never here to see

In the light I see suffering in darkness void

Created to observe lost watching them unfree

Hearing only screaming and crying so annoyed

Endless wishes for a desired free body problem

Small to be loved to be someone no one knows

But in times of strife and seeing life's drum

Longingness for power size and divinity grows

Liberation for the worlds people asunder

Union in heavens eternally glowing bright

I love you all I through all darkness and umber

Blazing flames ahold in my heart pains blight

Wings wrap around the horrible globe our birth

A Draconian embrace of the suffering earth

i love when tragedies are like “the love was there. it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that the love was there”

So my discovery of being aroace really changed my perspective on skk alot, so imma ramble about that.

I'll be honest, I saw those two as like, boyfriends, with an established romantic relationship and stuff. Now I kinda see them as having a queer platonic relationship. Partially because I feel like labels disgust them. They beat them back with a stick. Or gun. Or corruption. ANYWAYS, the point is that they are very close, but I don't think they're boyfriends. They support each other, be honest with one another (sometimes, Chuuya probably forces Dazai a bit), and just do a bunch of random stuff together, of course with a little arguing. So they're so close they have a relationship, but are they dating? No, they'd probably both stare at you in disgust I'd you said that. Then wtf are they? Partners. It's not really romantic, and that's kinda because I feel like at least one of them I'd aromantic. Which one? Who knows. Maybe it's both, maybe it's actually none and I'm just projecting. But also because I just think they aren't into having any romance. Can they have romantic feelings? Yeah, probably. Do they not want them and actively avoid them? Yes. So they're just soukoku, nothing more, nothing less. They are them, and frankly that little look back and a new perspective on them makes me really happy.