Resources For Writing Injuries

Resources for Writing Injuries

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Head Injuries

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Hematoma

Hemorrhage

Concussion

Edema

Skull Fracture

Diffuse Axonal Injury

Neck

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Neck sprain

Herniated Disk

Pinched Nerve

Cervical Fracture

Broken Neck

Chest (Thoracic)

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Aortic disruption

Blunt cardiac injury

Cardiac tamponade

Flail chest

Hemothorax

Pneumothorax (traumatic pneumothorax, open pneumothorax, and tension pneumothorax)

Pulmonary contusion

Broken Ribs

Broken Collarbone

Abdominal

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Blunt trauma

Penetrating injuries (see also, gunshot wound & stab wound sections)

Broken Spine

Lung Trauma

Heart (Blunt Cardiac Injury)

Bladder Trauma

Spleen Trauma

Intestinal Trauma

Liver Trauma

Pancreas Trauma

Kidney Trauma

Arms/Hands/Legs/Feet

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Fractures

Dislocations

Sprains

Strains

Muscle Overuse

Muscle Bruise

Bone Bruise

Carpal tunnel syndrome

Tendon pain

Bruises

Injuries to ligaments

Injuries to tendons

Crushed Hand

Crushed Foot

Broken Hand

Broken Foot

Broken Ankle

Broken Wrist

Broken Arm

Shoulder Trauma

Broken elbow

Broken Knee

Broken Finger

Broken Toe

Face

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Broken Nose

Corneal Abrasion

Chemical Eye Burns

Subconjunctival Hemorrhages (Eye Bleeding)

Facial Trauma

Broken/Dislocated jaw

Fractured Cheekbone

Skin & Bleeding

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femoral artery (inner thigh)

thoracic aorta (chest & heart)

abdominal aorta (abdomen)

brachial artery (upper arm)

radial artery (hand & forearm)

common carotid artery (neck)

aorta (heart & abdomen)

axillary artery (underarm)

popliteal artery (knee & outer thigh)

anterior tibial artery (shin & ankle)

posterior tibial artery (calf & heel)

arteria dorsalis pedis (foot)

Cuts/Lacerations

Scrapes

Abrasions (Floor burns)

Bruises

Gunshot Wounds

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In the Head

In the Neck

In the Shoulders

In the Chest

In the Abdomen

In the Legs/Arms

In the Hands

In The Feet

Stab Wounds

General Information

In the Head

In the Neck

In the Chest

In the Abdomen

In the Legs/Arms

General Resources

Guide to Story Researching

A Writer’s Thesaurus

Words To Describe Body Types and How They Move

Words To Describe…

Writing Intense Scenes

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Kisses For The Pain

Warnings: Spoilers for Artem’s SR card “In Sickness or in Health”, always consult a professional if you believe you are seriously ill

Summary: Harmony’s day starts out rough, and as the hours go by, it only gets worse. Unsure of what’s going on Artem takes her to the hospital for treatment. Perhaps it’s because she’s unwell, but the old habits Harmony’s worked so hard to squash start to slip back in.

The heels of my wedges clicked against the floor tiles as I made my way towards the teacher’s lounge. The children wouldn’t be arriving for another hour but I always made it a habit to show up early to prepare the classroom for the day. Getting the lesson plan and activities ready was much easier without small children running around.

Because of the silence, each step made my shoes louder, sending a small shock to my temples with each click. My body felt heavier then usual, the lights were bothering my eyes and an iced coffee, which I usually had with me by now, was making my stomach turn just thinking about it.

Pushing the door to the lounge open, I found Principal Hadley, or Dale as many of us called him by, and our secretary, Wendy Voss. They had both been working for the school for over a decade now and the day they retired would be a sad day for all.

“Good morning.” I greeted, trying to fight off the bright lights as I threw my purse into one of the lockers.

“No coffee today, Harmony? That’s not a good sign.” Dale said, sipping from his mug.

“You look a little pale, dear. Is everything alright?” Wendy asked, visibly concerned.

Forcing a smile, I nodded and clicked the locker shut. “I just have a little headache. I took some medicine already, I’m sure it will go away soon.”

Easily brushing their worries off, I left the lounge and headed towards classroom K-1. The walls in this room were painted like a safari, animal decals of lions, elephants, monkeys and other Savannah animals spread out around the room. Four small, round tables were placed not too far from my desk, a total of fourteen short chairs accompanying them. Two tables had three chairs while the remaining two had four. Each chair had a little chalk board attached to the back with a student’s name written on it.

Like I did every Monday morning, I erased the names and assigned new seat placements. Not only did the kids seem to enjoy a scavenger hunt for their new seats, but it encouraged them to make friends with everyone.

Logan, Abigail, Mackenzie, Issac… My brain felt a shock each time the chalk scribbled across the board. The next tasks that followed weren’t much easier. I didn’t realize how long everything was taking until the bell rang obnoxiously above my head. I groaned and rubbed my temples, trying to soothe the ache as I headed towards the door to welcome the children.

“Good morning.” I greeted the little ones with a high five as they charged excitedly into the classroom one by one.

Once every student was accounted for, I closed the door and started the morning activities. Each Monday started with a game of ‘I did’ where the students and myself got to share one exciting thing we did this weekend. After that, I handed out single sided sheet of paper that had five words with missing letters. Spelling practice for their spelling test on Thursday. Usually the spelling tests were scheduled for Friday, but with our field trip to the local museum that day, I moved it to Thursday.

“Excuse me, Miss. Castel!” A high-pitched, girly voice called out to me, volume a little too loud for indoors.

I squeezed my eyes shut briefly to combat the pain before turning around. “Let’s use our indoor voices please, Laura. What would you like?”

She pointed to the boy sitting across from her. “Ethan picked his nose!”

“I did not! I scratched it!”

A sigh slipped past my lips. The first two hours of my day dragged by, and when the playground supervisor came to collect the kids for recess I sat at my desk and put my head down, basking in the silence. The wood felt nice and cool against my forehead.

A soft knock let me know someone was there. “Just checking in. How are you feeling?”

Hearing Principal Hadley’s voice, I automatically straightened up. “I’m alright-”

A dizzy spell made me waver as I stood. I collapsed back into the chair and gripped the edge of the desk as to not topple over. The small effort that took had me out of breath.

“Goodness, Harmony, you look even worse. Go home for the day. I’ll keep the children entertained until Wendy can find a substitute teacher.” Dale said.

“But to find one after school hours have already begun-”

He held up a hand to stop me. “We’ll make do. Besides, you really shouldn’t be around the little ones if you’re feeling unwell.”

He was right. My symptoms were going beyond a headache at this point and children don’t have the same strength in their immune system as an adult does.

“I’m so sorry.” I said, standing up again but much slower this time.

Dale smiled kindly. “Don’t be. Go get some rest, and have Wendy call a cab for you. You shouldn’t drive in this state.”

Nodding, I thanked him and left to retrieve my purse from my locker.

~~~~~~~~~~

The ride home was brutal. There was a surprising amount of traffic for the middle of the day, cars were honking impatiently and the cab driver made too many sharp turns to count. My stomach was in my throat by the time I got out and I was left impressed that I didn’t vomit in the backseat.

The elevator ride was too far too long, the hallways of the apartment building seemed to have doubled in size and just as I stepped through the front door, just when I thought I could collapse and sleep, my phone rang. If it wasn’t the tune I set for my boyfriend, I wouldn’t have answered.

“Hey, Artem.” I said, trying to sound cheerful as I tossed my purse on the kitchen counter and stumbled towards the couch. “How’s work going? Everything okay?”

“Yes, everything’s fine.” The sound of his voice made me feel a little better. “I’m sorry to call while you’re at work, but I didn’t see you this morning and my messages have been going unanswered. I just wanted to make you were alright.”

Confused, I pulled the phone from my ear and went to my messages. Just as he said, there were several unread messages from Artem. The first was his usual good morning, followed by a request to see me later. The rest were all questions about my well being. Upon further investigation, I realized I forgot to turn the ‘do not disturb’ setting off.

“Harmony?” Artem’s voice came from the speaker.

“Sorry, I’m here.” Laying across the couch, I winced as another sharp pain ran through my head. “I forgot my phone was on silent. I’d love to go out later if you still want to.”

“Is something wrong? You don’t sound like yourself.”

Sighing, I decided to come clean. “I feel a little off, that’s all. I think it’s just a migraine but Principal Hayden sent me home early. I just got in.”

“Would you like me to bring you anything?”

I smiled a little, arranging one of the throw pillows comfortably under my head. “I’m okay. I took something already, I’m just gonna sleep it off.”

“Alright. Let me know if there’s anything you need me to bring home.”

“I will.” I remembered something then. “So where are you taking me later?”

His voice was so kind I could hear his gentle smile. “We’ll discuss that once you are feeling better. Get some rest.”

“Okay. I love you, Artem.”

“And I love you.”

Ending the call, I placed my phone on the coffee table and turned onto my side so my face was against the back cushions and closed my eyes. The silence in the apartment covered me like a blanket, and before long, I fell into a deep, uninterrupted sleep.

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The feeling of something touching my hair coaxed my eyes open. Fearing the worst, I whined and tried to swat his arm away, whimpering at the sharp shock of pain that ran through my head as I turned it.

The hand immediately retreated, settling on my arm instead and rubbing gentle circles onto my skin. “Harmony?”

That’s not Dustin’s voice.

Cracking my eyes open, I was met with an apartment I didn’t immediately recognize. The kitchen wasn’t supposed to be there, the furniture in the living room didn’t belong here, the couch I was laying on was far too soft to be the one I was used to. A face entered my line of sight, one with smooth skin, stunning blue eyes and a head of neat brown hair. His expression was one full of concern.

“Are you alright?” The man asked. “I apologize for touching your head without permission, but you weren’t responding to my attempts to wake you.”

Artem.

The name that came to mind brought with it recollection of the man’s identity. Artem’s my boyfriend now and we live together, though we each had our own bedrooms. He was still dressed in the suit he usually wore to work.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, glancing me over. “You look really pale. Have you been asleep this entire time?”

“I think so.” I mumbled, pinching the bridge of my nose and squeezing my eyes shut in attempt to fight off the pain. “The medicine didn’t work. Do we have anything stronger?”

Something rolled off the couch and onto the floor as I shifted. Artem, who was leaning over me, crouched to retrieve it. Another shock of pain almost made me miss the way his eyes widened.

“Harmony, how many of these have you had?” He asked in a calm but worried voice.

Not understanding what he was talking about, I glanced at the small bottle in his hand. The red label wrapped around the white bottle was the signature branding of a Pax Pharmaceutical’s painkillers.

Too sore to hold my head up any longer, I let it fall back onto the pillow. “I don’t know. I don’t even remember taking them.” I pushed the palms of my head against my temples. “My head hurts so bad, Artem.”

I heard him shuffling next to me. “I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“No, I just want to sleep.”

“A headache this bad isn’t normal, and we don’t know how many painkillers you’ve had. You might be on the verge of an overdose. Where’s your ID?”

Despite how crappy I was feeling, the logical part of my brain still seemed to be working. He was completely right, and the fact I didn’t remember waking up to take the pills is a huge red flag that something serious is going on.

Artem gathered whatever he needed to before helping me up off the couch. My head throbbed with each step I took but luckily I didn’t have to walk very far. The second we stepped into the hallway and locked the front door, Artem draped his coat over my shoulders and, being slow and gentle, lifted me off the ground. I clung to him as he carried me outside to where his car was parked, face buried in the side of his neck. The scent of pine clinging to his skin was comforting, easing my migraine the littlest bit.

Reaching the car, Artem set me down and guided my head to his chest, blocking out the chill of nighttime air as he unlocked and opened the door to the passenger side. I grunted uncomfortably as I eased into the seat, fumbling pathetically with the seatbelt.

“I got it.”

I sighed in response and dropped my hand into my lap, letting him buckle me in. “Thank you.”

Once the buckle clicked into place, he closed the door and walked around the front of the car to get to the driver’s seat. I closed my eyes and let my head rest against the cool window, trying to go back to sleep but it wouldn’t last long.

“Don’t fall asleep yet.” Artem said, placing a hand on my knee to get my attention. “Wait until we get to the hospital.”

I groaned and rolled my head along the head rest to face him. All the lights flashing by as the car moved was irritating my eyes. “Can you talk about something? I need a distraction.”

“A distraction…” He went quiet for a moment. “The Pax case we’ve been working on at the firm is in the process of being finalized.”

I, somehow, managed to breathe a small laugh. “Artem, I love you, but if you talk about work right now I really am going to fall asleep.”

“Sorry, I wasn’t sure what else to say.”

Could he be any sweeter? Even though we’ve been dating and living together for quite some time now, he never lost that shy side, cute awkward side.

If my head wasn’t in so much pain, I would have shaken it. “Don’t be, I was the one who put you on the spot like that.” Another short silence. “You never did end up telling me what you had planned this evening.”

“That’s right, I did mention taking you somewhere earlier.” Focusing on the road, he made a left turn before continuing. “A small street fair has been set up in South Stellis to raise money for a charity dedicated to funding schools in third world countries. You’re very active with such events, so I thought you would like to pay a visit.”

A weak smile tugged at my lips. “You’re right, I would have liked to go. Of all days to get sick, it had to be today. Is the event only for tonight?”

“I’m afraid so.”

A quiet sigh left my lips. “I’m sorry, Artem. You went out of your way to plan something and I ruined it.”

“There’s nothing for you to apologize for. You’ve done nothing wrong.” I felt the warmth of his hand suddenly cover one of my own. “We’re almost there.”

Thank god, because my stomach was starting to twist into a knot and the last thing I wanted was to get nauseous in his car. Not that I’ve eaten anything today, anyway.

Finally, the car came to a stop. Artem jumped out first, then came around to help me. He didn’t pick me up but did stay right by my side, walking slowly and allowing me to lean on him. The hand on my back, keeping me steady, was gentle but also firm and reliable.

The woman sitting at the front counter looked up as we approached. “Good evening. What seems to be going on?”

Artem, thankfully, spoke for me. It was rare for him to do so but considering the circumstances, it was reasonable. “Her head is in a lot of pain, and I’m not sure how many painkillers she took. She can’t remember, either.”

The woman handed him a clip board and after helping me fill it out, Artem and a nurse escorted me to an empty room. The doctor came in shortly after and after checking a few vital signs, sent me to have a CT scan and blood work done. The process was rather quick and before long, the doctor was coming back with a diagnosis.

“It looks like you have a mild concussion.” The older man said, adjusting his white coat as he sat in a chair in front of the computer.

“A concussion?” My boyfriend’s eyes widened a little, posture stock still.

“Have you hit your head at all recently, Miss. Castel?”

I squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to think. “Must of been from my fall at work. I slipped on the stairs the other day.”

“That would do it.” The doctor sighed and shook his head. “It’s always safer to be looked at after a fall like that, no matter how mild the injury may seem.” He glanced at the compute screen. “The dosage of painkillers we found in your system is high but not high enough for a major overdose risk. That type of painkiller is good for combating headaches but isn’t strong enough for a concussion. You’re lucky your boyfriend found you when he did.”

This isn’t the first time I’ve been scolded by a doctor, so I don’t think his tone left the impact it should have. “If it’s just a mild concussion, why does it hurt so bad?”

“You haven’t been resting properly. When was the last time you ate?”

Feeling Artem’s eyes on me, I got a little shy and looked down. “Yesterday night.”

The doctor sighed. “That would also be why. It’s common for people to experience headaches when they’re hungry.” He tapped away at the keyboard. “I’m going to set you up with a drip to your replenish vitamins and nutrients, then we can start reintroducing food back into your system. I don’t want to shock your body by filling your stomach instantly. I’m going to fill out a prescription, have your boyfriend pick it up for you while you rest.”

The doctor handed Artem a slip and sent us off to a different room. The transfusion room had several beds but all of them were empty. In fact, the hospital seemed rather quiet tonight.

“Thanks, Artem.” I said as he helped ease me down onto the cot closest to the nurse’s desk. “Why don’t you go home and get some rest? You’ve been working all day.”

He shook his head and lowered himself into the chair next to the bed. “I’m alright. I wouldn’t feel comfortable leaving you here alone.” Reaching an arm out, he gently took hold of my hand. Something resembling guilt was hidden in the depths of his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me about your fall?”

Now it was my turn to show guilt. “It’s not that I hid it from you on purpose, I’m just used to dealing with pain so I didn’t even think about it. I mean, I’ve had headaches that bad before and they’ve always gone away…”

His eyes narrowed, the blue hues within them seeming to turn a darker shade. I knew the expression wasn’t directed at me, but it made my sense of guilt skyrocket. “How many concussions could you have had and not known…”

I gave his hand a squeeze. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

A shake of his head cut me off. “No, I’m sorry. Now isn’t the time to bring up such things.”

A nurse approached just then, smiling warmly and greeting us with kind words as she hung the drip on the hanger. Artem let go of my hand so the nurse could inject the needle. The pinch made my flinch but it wasn’t too bad. The feeling of cold liquid entering my blood stream, however, was unpleasant.

When the nurse walked away, Artem spoke again. “Get some more sleep. I’ll be right here.”

The gentleness of his tone made my eyelids feel heavy all of a sudden. “You really should go home…”

He smiled but made no move to get up. Unable to resist anymore I let my eyes close and wiggled my fingers in attempt to get some feeling back in them. Something warm covered my hand just then, stopping them from moving.

“Be careful of your IV. Don’t move too much.” Artem’s voice was warmer then the blanket that was carefully draped over me.

The only response I could manage was a hum.

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My body felt a little less heavy as I regained consciousness. The first thing I noticed was that the needle for the IV was missing from my hand, suggesting someone had taken it out while I was sleep. The blanket that I thought was covering me wasn’t a blanket at all; in fact, it was a black coat belonging to the man still sitting next to the bed.

“You really stayed this entire time?” I asked, part of me in disbelief but also not.

Artem nodded. “How are you feeling?”

“Better. A little hungry, actually.”

He looked relieved. “That’s good. You’ll be able to eat soon.”

The same nurse from earlier returned with a second bag of IV fluids. Artem excused himself as she set up me up again, and when he returned, a second nurse was at his side.

“I have to step away for a little while. I’d call your brother to come stay with you but you mentioned he wouldn’t return from his trip until next week. So, I’ve asked this nurse to keep an eye on you.” He said, leaning over to press a kiss to my forehead. “I’ll return shortly.”

My cheeks grew hot as he turned and walked out of the room. The nurse smiled but didn’t comment anything about it, just left me with a hand warmer and said to call for her if I needed anything. Artem must have told her how cold my hand gets because of the drip.

About an hour later, as promised, my boyfriend returned carrying a black bento box. “You’re still awake? You really should be sleeping more to rest your brain.”

“I’ve slept so much I don’t feel tired anymore.” I said, morning the needle in my hand as I sat up.

I wanted to tell him how stressed I was feeling about the fact he refused to get rest himself, but I bit my tongue before the words could come out. He was clearly worried about me, was being more attentive then my last partner’s ever been, and the only way I knew how to respond to this display of love was guilt. The last thing I wanted to do was make him feel that he was making things worse.

Artem picked up on my mood before I could even try to hide it from him. “What’s the matter?”

Falling back into old habits, I forced a smile. “It’s nothing. I’m just hungry, is all.”

“That’s not the truth, is it?” When I didn’t respond, he carefully set the bento on the small table next to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress, his hip brushing against my thigh. “Whatever it is you want to say, I’m listening.”

Taking his hand between mine, I drew circles on his palm with my thumb. It was more of an excuse to avoid looking him in the eye. “I just feel guilty that I’m causing so much trouble for you. You work so hard and now you’re putting aside your rest to take care of me. I’m… not used to it.”

He shifted a little closer. “May I touch your face?” Looking up, I nodded and leaned my cheek into the warmth of his palm. “Everything I do, I do because I choose to. Even if I did return home, I wouldn’t be able to rest comfortably knowing you were here alone. Being here in case you need something puts my mind at ease.”

Smiling, I leaned into his touch even more. “You’re too good for me.”

“That’s not it at all. You just haven’t been treated the way you always should have been.”

My heart skipped a few beats at his words. I opened my mouth to say something but the sound of my stomach obnoxiously growling rudely jumped into the conversation. Blushing, I turned my face away in attempt to hide from him.

Artem simply chuckled and reached for the bento. “Here. The nurses said it’s safe for you to eat now.”

Opening the box, the smell of freshly cooked food hit my nose and made my stomach growl a second time. The meal was simple: three fillets of salmon, broccoli and a small container with pecan and walnut bits off to the side.

“It smells delicious.” I said picking up the fork from the utensil slot. “Where’d you get this from?”

“I made it at home.” Artem replied, to which I looked up at him in shock. “Every restaurant differs in how they prepare their food, so I thought it would be safer to make it myself. These foods are known to help the brain heal, but it’s best to ensure they’re cooked for that purpose and not overloaded with unnecessary spices or oils.”

I was speechless. As we live together it’s not the first time he’s cooked for me but to stop by a store, go home and come wall the way back was more then I could wrap my head around. Something from the cafeteria should have sufficed, no?

“What’s wrong? Did I make something you don’t like?” He asked, looking a little shy.

I shook my head and immediately regretted doing so. “It’s not that. I’m happy you went out of your way to do all this for me. I don’t really know what to say.”

His shoulders relaxed. “You don’t need to say anything. I hope you enjoy it.”

Enjoy it I did. I was by no means a professional at describing and critiquing food but everything Artem cooked had a sense of home to it. It was a little nostalgic, making me think back to holidays at my parents house. The house was always rowdy, expected of a family with thirteen children, but when we all sat around the dinner table it was a different kind of atmosphere. It felt like we were close.

“That was really good, Artem. Thank you.” I said, leaning forward to kiss his cheek in gratitude.

His skin turned a light shade of pink. “You’re welcome.” The blush faded as he cleaned up. “I ran into the doctor on the way back. He wants to hold you overnight just in case you start to feel intense pain again.”

I sighed and slumped back against the bar at the head of the bed. “I’m gonna have to call the school and tell them I won’t be in tomorrow. I don’t know how they’re going to find a substitute on such short notice again…”

“I’ll take care of it. All you need to focus on right now is resting.”

I gave him a look. “I don’t suppose you’re going to go home and sleep now, are you? You have to work tomorrow.”

Artem stared at me silently. I guess that’s a ‘no’.

~~~~~~~~~~

My night in the hospital was, thankfully, uneventful. Concussions usually took between a week or two to heal, so although I was doing well enough to be released from the hospital I was restricted when it came to screen time and physical activity.

“Artem,” I giggled as he handed me a glass of water. “I have a concussion, not a broken leg. I can handle a walk to the kitchen.”

“Your injury is still recent. It’s best to minimize your activity to avoid aggravating it again.” He said, taking a seat next to me on the couch. “Do you have everything you need? Would you like me to get anything else for you before I leave?”

My heart swelled as I set the glass down on the coffee table. Pillows, blankets, healthy snacks with reach, Artem has made it so that I won’t have to get up for anything but the bathroom.

“There is one thing.” I said, shifting to sit sideways on the couch, legs tucked up comfortably on the cushion. Placing a hand on the back of his neck, I gently played with the shorter hairs. “Kiss me before you go?”

He blushed heavily but nevertheless, leaned close and softly pressed his lips to mine. I smiled against his mouth and returned the gesture. I hadn’t gotten to kiss him at all yesterday, and as much as I wanted to make up for it now, he really did have to get going. He’s already going into work late for my sake.

“Let me know what you want for dinner. I’ll bring it for you.” Artem said. “And if you start to feel sick again, call me.”

“I will.”

Pecking his lips once more, I watched him gather his things and leave. Adjusting my position again to lay across the couch, I started thinking about what I wanted for dinner. Knowing Artem, he’ll wait all day for my message.

aftermath (obey me x reader)

request: hi!! i just wanted to say i really loved reading your works ever since i discovered “grief”! your angst in particular is really touching for me, i somehow really like how you depict sadness and all that. since requests are open, can i ask for a sort-of response to the piece where mc can see lilith’s ghost? like how would mc react to the knowledge that she’s kinda being used as a “substitute” or stand-in, i guess, for the brothers. thank you so much, whether or not you choose to write this

a/n: I’m happy you enjoyed my work to such an extent!! as a writer, it’s always nice to see when your work resonates with people in some way. part one is here, though this could be read as a standalone, too! 

spoilers: Obey Me CH 16-17

They search for any trace of Lilith in you. The curve of your lip, the planes of your face, the fall of your hair– anything that could be linked back to someone who died, thousands of years ago. Anything that could be proof that their sister still existed, that some part of her lived in you.

Sometimes, you examine yourself in the mirror. You know what Lilith looks like; you’ve seen her in your dreams and her ghost walks by your side. But Lilith is beautiful. Inhumanly so. And you? You’re just human. You have to swallow poison every time they compare you to her. It is impossible to live up to someone who had become so idolized in death, someone whose shadow swallows you up before you have a chance to escape.

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STUDIO GHIBLI  +  RAIN 

MY NEIGHBOR TOTORO (1988) ONLY YESTERDAY (1991) KIKI’S DELIVERY SERVICE (1989) THE SECRET WORLD OF ARRIETTY (2010) SPIRITED AWAY (2001) PONYO (2008) HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE (2004)

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cynosure. (ii)

─── chapter 2 ! ~ can i put my minecraft bed next to yours ?

summary; you and xiao are genmates under the famed streamer company genshin impact. the chemistry between the two of you is undeniable, and your fanbases absolutely love your collaborations. but when you both start meeting up offline more and more, your connection starts to deepen past just harmless flirting and playful banter. with these real feelings starting to affect both your job and reputation online, how will you two react when your relationship becomes the internet’s cynosure?

a/n; reading order is

1 2

3 4

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HELP I FORGOT TO ADD THIS AND I WOKE UP TO DO IT ASAP BEFORE IT PUBLISHED 😭😭😭 BUT E/C STANDS FOR EYE COLOUR BTW

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facts !!

the first gc is from y/n's phone but the second is from xiao's phone

xiao and zhongli have been friends for a long time, since xiao graduated from high school and met zhongli while xiao was doing an internship, which coincidentally is also how he met childe! he became close with aether because they have a lot of mutual friends.

lumine and y/n have been friends since kindergarten, while y/n only became close with everyone else in the gc after joining genshin impact. in fact, you met keqing right after she finished your interview at the company headquarters.

yantao my beloved.

the blank space is bc i have to add four pics or the spacing gets messed up & the xingqiu pic was the most recent cute pic i had in my gallery LOL

a/n; RAWKRKWKFKEJ IM SO HYPED FOR THIS SERIES AAAAA i rlly hope you all enjoy reading this as much as i do writing it 🥺💞 laughs 2 hide the pain of editing in tumblr mobile,,, haha,,, hahaha x_x ahh its rlly late and my phone's at 10% im going to go sleep now LMAO ily guys <3

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fan accounts !

- noirrxiao → @noirkkat

- y/nisthenewnorm → @normalisthenewnorm

- abyssxiao → @abyssheart

- y/n-fortunately → @oreoz-unfortunately

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Obey Me Shall We Date Fics

masterlist

hcs/drabbles:

the brothers reaction to you cupping their cheeks(g) • PT 2

awkward situations the brothers have been in

valentine’s day with the obey me boys

sleeping/waking up with the obey me boys

dancing with the obey me boys

how they confess to you

pet names they call you

the brothers at university

comforting the obey me boys • pt 2 • pt 3

the obey me boys comforting you • pt 2 • pt 3

lucifer watching you sleep

“you were mean to me in my dream”

Bully!AU • pt 2

before you

Choosing the ‘Parent’ TikTok Trend

the brothers with a chill MC

MC who’s afraid of bugs • pt 2

MC who doesn’t celebrate their bday

rejecting them • pt 2

finally calling them by a pet name

the brothers hurting your feelings

coming out as nonbinary to the brothers

the brothers reacting to MC w/ braces

rejecting the brothers (alt version)

ugly laughing • pt 2

the brothers seeing you in cute pajamas

MC & Luke family fluff

beel with a mc who works out with him

beel concerned about mc’s appetite

the brothers with an MC who’s afraid of needles

MC & Luke birthday fluff

the brothers’ reactions to mc teaching diavolo wap

beel carrying mc

planetarium date with simeon

the brothers react to you having a nightmare

the dateables react to you sleepwalking

fics:

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