#bellyaching

Everytime I see people making voice headcanons for their OCs or characters with no canon voice acting, it makes me wanna do something like that for Faye and other characters of mine in my Fallout fic.

Problem is...Faye is so tightly tied to me and my identity, that finding one has been hard. Oklahoman actresses aren't common place, and usually don't have roles where an accent is going back and forth between southern and midwestern. Which is what happens to me and Faye. I HAVE LOCKED MYSELF IN A CORNER WITH THIS OC, GAH!

I even tried singers man, Reba McEntire has her tv show and is hilarious in it. Yet she is full on southern with her accent. Carrie Underwood was pretty close but man all I got are interviews in that case.

I am having the weirdest pain, and it’s recurring, but it’s not... severe? so I don’t know what to do about it.

I had it the other day, after a busy full day I sat down and knew I was sitting with poor posture and had to get up but I was so tired I didn’t, and then my back started hurting but not my lower back which is where I usually have trouble, it was more my middle-back, like just under where my ribcage ends. And it was sort of radiating and hard to define, so I started thinking maybe it was actually a tummyache? My sister told me it was probably gas, and I thought that likely, but it put me off my dinner something awful. I took ibuprofen and it resolved and I forgot about it.

But it came back yesterday; I was out and about and doing, and it was starting to bother me, like a backache except it didn’t matter if I stood or sat.

I went to bed early but stayed up reading, and as I was reading I kept flopping around trying to get comfortable, everything seemed to hurt my back, and i wished I had a comfy chair in the yurt. (I had one in my car, that I was moving for my sister, and I thought... hmm... that could live in here for a bit.. but I wasn’t going to go get it at ten pm.)

I finally tried to go to sleep and discovered to my distress that there was literally no position in my bed that was not painful. Flat on my back, I could feel my heartbeat in my back muscles and it was a throbbing kind of ache. On either side, I had to twist, and it wasn’t comfortable. The yurt’s mattress is not ideal, it’s too firm and that means my back ends up kinked when I sleep on my side or my front or my back, because of the various protrusions I have on my sides or back or front (hips, butt, boobs. alas, my butt is mostly flat but not all.) So that was miserable, and I wound up getting almost no sleep because of it. I would have taken advil or something but had none in the yurt; the closest bottle was in the barn first aid kit, and it was two in the morning and I was not going to trek out there in the wind and the cold and taking my yurt door all apart to get out. (Closing the windproof, heatproof, and waterproof layers all make rather a production out of entering and exiting the thing at night.)

It’s been bad today, too, and I haven’t wanted to take anything for it because I don’t understand what’s causing it. It could be my stomach, it could be my back muscles, I just don’t know, and it doesn’t hurt any more or less whether I stand or sit, stay still or move. I did sit-ups, to no effect either way. It gets more noticeably sore when I stand a long time, but sitting down doesn’t relieve it.

The thing is, it’s not bad, and I can work through it, but it’s distracting and the longer it goes on the more frantic it makes some little part of me. My heart was just racing last night, and I couldn’t slow it, because I was just in such distress. It’s probably no more than like a 3 or 4 on the pain scale, but it’s so constant and unrelieved-- ugh!

Ethan entered Elder Hall, approaching His Immenseness with a bow. “Sir, I’ve returned from the investigation. From what I can gather, the ship belonged to a group of illegal hunters. One of them had this sword, which is apparently immune to gastric acids, and likely all other manners of corrosion. You don’t want to know how I found out that part. There were eight men, and all perished during the ship’s destruction.”

“Illegal hunters? That’s something I’ve not heard of in quite a long while. Continue.” The large wyverian said. “The ship was carrying heavy artillery, and a dragonator, and appeared to be equipped to slay an elder dragon. They attacked a dalamadur protected by the guild, which retaliated, resulting in the destruction of the ship. I’ve left a marker on this map of Speartip Crag for a recovery team to locate the wreckage for further investigation.”

“Very well hunter. I shall pass a request to further investigate the matter to the Grand Guru of Cathar. It seems the Aces won’t have to get their hands dirty after all. You are dismissed...”

Noodles was uncomfortable. It wasn’t a pain in his belly. He just felt itchy. All over. He felt like something was constricting him. Like his skin was too heavy. He was having trouble seeing, almost as if wax paper was covering his eye. But above all, he was STARVING. He suddenly felt like he hadn't eaten in years. He needed hunt. No, not just hunt, not even every creature in the Mount could satisfy this hunger. He needed to devour. He tore through the mountain, eating everything and anything. He gorged on earth, plant, an animal...

When he was finished, the mount looked as if it had been visited by forty deviljho. With his mind cleared from the feral haze of hunger, he noticed a scraping feeling on his tail. Swinging his tail around, his adornment clattering with the movement, he found the reason for his discomfort. Near the under the chain, a patch of fiery gold stood out against the sea of blue-gray. He knew what was happening, and accepted it. He curled up in his nest, and fell into a deep sleep

(The superpower I have actually acquired: some hitherto unidentified part of my ribs hurting when I breathe because of excessive coughing)