Constantly writing

I double checked that the coke was zero and the man behind the counter said yes. I give myself insulin. A little more than normal because I was about 210mg. And then not long after while we're chatting, my sugar goes high. Like really high. 300s. I'm super confused because my cannula is fully in and not blocked nor was it acting up beforehand and my pump is still about half full, so I got my whole dose.

I find out from another employee coming over from my friend freaking out that the guy behind the counter gave me regular coke, knowingly. When said guy realised what had happened he looked legit terrified.

Thankfully a corrective dose sorted this in a couple of hours but needless to say I am not going there again.

A historical Character writing with a quill, but they're allergic to feathers and unaware and they keep getting annoyed at their sneezes interrupting them.

Also I am not an artist and this is my first time posting my art on Tumblr so please understand that it may not be the greatest.

Meet Allosen

Name: Allosen

Age: 20

Species: Faerie (he was supposed to have Butterfly Wings sorry I forgot to add those)

Info: Allosen is a faerie who likes going out in the late evening to look for trinkets. He is quite small, enough that he can comfortably use someone's hand as a chair.

Allosen is not very well liked among his kind. He is seen as eccentric and too fascinated with humans. Often watching them from dangerous distances without a glamour (a type of illusion/concealment spell). This has gotten him in trouble many times. Though he vowed never to approach a human directly, the faerie council do not fully trust him.

In turn, he became a bit of a lonely character, avoiding others to gain reprieve from the ridicule and mocking whispers. He prefers the company of the moon and stars.

Having been born in the summer, as a faerie, winter is his natural opposite. Cold weather makes him ill quite easily, and snow or rain, if he's out in them too long, will see him curled up in front of his hearth with a blanket and a mountain of handkerchiefs.

Meet Carpophorus. HEAVILY based off of Muriel from The Arcana and Roman Gladiators.

So basically he's an unbeaten champion. He's retired and has severe PTSD from the arena. Without the gladiator barracks to live in, he found employment as a farmer's fieldhand and earned enough money to buy a small place on the city outskirts. Before then, he slept in the farmer's barn. He earned a good amount of money in a fairly short time frame, as the particular farm he helps on has a wealthy family sponsoring it in return for a share of the harvest and a few select livestock and the farmer could afford to pay him decently for his assistance.

Many things can trigger his PTSD. Including loud crowds, the sound of metal on metal (he avoids blacksmiths and forges for this reason) and the smell of blood. The sight of blood is usually fine if it's only a little, but if there's a lot and especially if there's enough to smell it, he freaks out.

He owns no animals of his own. But he loves the company of the farmer's livestock. It saddens him deeply to see them slaughtered for food and he avoids the situation. The farmer is well aware of his sensitivities and does not ask him to partake in it, especially as the fear and struggle of the selected animals can trigger Carpophorus.

His trigger symptoms include crying, fleeing, hiding, contact avoidance, and hyperventilating/panic.

He's just into his late twenties and was retired from the arena due to his inability to continue fighting from his PTSD.

Unusually for me, Carpophorus is more of a caretaker than a sickie. But he can get sick too. His sneezes are normally loud, let out, and impossible to stifle.

He's a giant of a man with borderline herculean strength. He's sunkissed, but not quite tan and has close cropped dark hair with eyes like ebony. He's heavily scarred all over his body with the biggest being a huge, knotted and pale scar slashing diagonally across his back from the right shoulder to the left hip.