So how does Beta Hunter like around Belos? I see he's definitely more... extreme for lack of a better word but does this translate into how he interacts with Belos?
Well, for years, Belos shielded Hunter from almost all connection to anyone besides himself. Besides seeing scouts throughout the halls and the occasional bystander on a mission—in whom he was NOT allowed to speak to—Hunter was completely isolated.
Belos thought that this would be a pleasant path to make Hunter fully trust him. He’d tell him stories about not just the wild witches, but the evil inside of everyone else who wasn’t completely and totally dedicated to the Titan. Hunter, consequently, became extremely attached to his uncle. They were the two purest people on the Isles.
At some point, though, Hunter became a distraction and Belos had a lot to plan without anyone in his presence. He withdrew himself and when Hunter was on the brink of insanity because he was literally just with his own thoughts in a tiny room, Belos finally let his nephew roam around Bonesborough just to get him out of the way without anything serious occurring. Onward, he really couldn’t care what he was doing so long as he was leaving him alone.
And, as much as Hunter loves Willow, always completely infatuated in her, he still needs recognition from his uncle. He doesn’t know what he did wrong and just wants to talk about his day, sometimes. He’ll write him notes, try to find him before he sleeps, or in a last attempt, sometimes just stroll into the throne room.
Or, Belos is really fucking annoyed by Hunter but it’s his fault not his nephew’s
(This was kind of an excuse to draw this scene. We played it out on like three different aus haha)
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Villain crept into the house, looking around for traps, goons, exits. The space was some weird cross between rustic chic and minimalist, lit softly by strings of fairy lights in the dining area. The only other light came from down a hallway to the right.
"I'm in here," Hero called. They sounded… pained. Distressed. It didn't settle Villain's nerves. They drew their dagger, keeping it low, holding the blade along their wrist, head on a swivel. They stalked towards the light, keeping close to the wall. When they reached the doorframe, they paused, listening closely. Hero was breathing hard, and there was a soft, trickling of sound. Villain carefully turned to look into the room.
Hero was laying in a tub, and in the yellow light from above the mirror, Villain could see large, ugly bruises on their arm and shoulder. Villain tilted their head, stalking in even as Hero turned to look at them with a soft gasp of, of relief.
"I'm sorry," they gasped as Villain crept across the bathroom to check for hidden threats. They opened a narrow door to find a water closet, empty of visitors. "I just… I couldn't call anyone else."
Villain sheathed their dagger, then stood upright and walked back over to Hero. They stopped to stare for a moment, taken aback by the sight. Hero was covered in massive, ugly bruises, the worst two covering an impressive amount of their hip and ribs. Villain looked to Hero's face, which was flushed and regretful.
"I can't get up," they whispered, their voice watery.
Villain stared. Hero had summoned them into their home, completely defenseless, even immobile and naked. They were perfectly and completely harmless. It couldn't possibly be any easier to end them.
There were tears brimming in Hero's eyes. Their arms were covered in goosebumps and they were shivering subtly. They were blushing across their whole face, across their ears, down their neck.
Villain blinked and stepped to the edge of the tub.
"Is it your hip?" they whispered. Hero nodded, gritting their teeth and closing their eyes as Villain reached to put a hand behind their shoulders.
"It's too weak, I can't use my leg at all." Villain nodded, carefully putting Hero's arm around their shoulders. Hero hissed in pain as Villain placed a hand over their ribs, and Hero braced their good leg to try to rise.
"One, two, three —" Villain hefted and Hero strained, and they both grunted before Villain's grip failed and Hero whimpered. They fell back into the tub, splashing Villain with cool water as they caught their balance. Villain huffed, reaching into the water to confirm it was really as cold as they thought. "How long have you been stuck?" they whispered, pulling their hand out. Hero looked to be on the verge of tears. "Okay, okay," Villain uttered, standing up. Hero was slick — there was something slippery in the water, and it was making this impossible. Villain yanked up a sleeve and reached down between Hero's feet, grabbing the plug and pulling it out. Hero gasped, shivering harder as the water level began to fall. "Where do you keep the towels?" Villain asked, looking around.
Hero let out a strained sound and pointed to the counter. Villain marched over and snatched up the thick towel, unfolding it on the trip back. Hero reached up for it and Villain slapped their hand away, opening it up the last bit and wrapping it around Hero's head and shoulders. Hero tried to reach up again, and Villain slapped their hand back once more, already carefully drying Hero's damp hair.
"I'm sorry," Hero whispered. "I didn't know who else to call."
"Shh, stop apologizing," Villain uttered calmingly. Seeing Hero so upset, so vulnerable, it wasn't sitting well with them. It was wrong, the way an elephant hovering off of the ground would be wrong.
Once the water was mostly gone, Villain paused to reach down and flick off their shoes. They yanked off their socks in short order, then carefully climbed into the tub, their feet on either side of Hero's thighs. Hero shifted, hissing and whining in pain, and Villain hushed them again as they stooped forward to gently dry Hero's back.
"Who did this to you?" Villain already knew the answer in their gut. There was only one person it really could be.
"Supervillain." Villain nodded, shifting their weight carefully on the slick tub floor.
"Can you sit up?"
"Not all the way."
"Okay, let me help you." Villain carefully moved back, then put their hands on Hero's shoulders and slowly pulled them upright. Hero gasped and tensed, their face going tight as they leaned forward. Something in Villain's gut twisted as they let out a sharp whine, their hand going to their hip, their breath coming out in short, tense pants. Villain waited for a moment, staying still as Hero struggled with the pain. "Do you have to lean back again?"
"Just hurry," Hero managed through gritted teeth. Villain nodded and dried their lower back as quickly and gently as possible. Once they pulled away, Hero leaned back again with a moan. Ignoring the fact that contact with the tub was going to damped their back again, Villain set about gently drying Hero's arms. Hero stayed back, eyes closed, breathing methodically. Villain kept quiet, gritting their teeth as they carefully cupped and patted down the length of Hero's arm. Once they were both dry, Villain started patting their chest. "I'm sorry," Hero breathed.
"Shut up," Villain said gently. Hero huffed a soft laugh as Villain quietly gave up on any illusions of modesty.
"I'm lucky you're a good person," Hero whispered. Villain glanced up at their face, but despite the tense amusement, Hero's eyes were still closed. Villain looked back down and patted Hero's stomach.
They were both quiet as Villain patted Hero's hips dry, and Villain fought the sensation of embarrassment as they dried between Hero's legs. Hero didn't make a sound, and Villain didn't look up as they moved on to Hero's thighs. Hero was able to lift and turn their good leg perfectly fine, but the other stayed still.
"Is it dislocated?" Villain ventured. Hero whined.
"God, I hope not." Villain nodded softly.
"Okay, I think I can get you out now." They stepped out of the tub and took a moment to dry their own soles, then laid the towel across their shoulders before reaching in again. Hero grabbed Villain's side as Villain grabbed Hero's, and they both huffed and hefted and grunted until Hero was standing on one leg. Hero rested there, putting a hand on the wall, and Villain reached in once more to dry their back, their butt, the back of their legs. Hero wasn't shivering as badly now that they were dry, and they were barely blushing anymore. "Ready for step two?"
Hero laughed nervously, looking slightly down to Villain. Villain set the towel aside, then reached in to support them a third time.
Hero looked at the wall of the tub, pain and anguish welling up in their eyes again. Villain looked down, thinking quickly.
"Sit on the edge," they ordered. Hero looked up again, and Villain shifted to support Hero's weight. "Sit. I've got you." Hero nodded, turning their back to Villain, who tried to avoid the ugly bruise on their ribs as they helped Hero lower slowly into a sitting position. Once Hero was down, Villain came to their side. "I'm going to lift your leg as you turn." Hero nodded, their face going hard as they breathed methodically again. Villain reached down, holding their leg with one hand and their shoulder with the other. Hero turned and Villain lifted their leg straight out. Hero grunted and groaned but kept going, and then their leg was free, and Villain carefully set it down. Hero was panting again, and Villain kept them balanced as they drew their other leg free. "Rest a moment."
"No," Hero grunted. They shook their head, "I need to lay down. Help me up." Villain hesitated. But if Hero had already been stuck for an hour or more, it was perhaps best to get them to bed as quickly as possible.
Villain and Hero held onto each other again, standing Hero up carefully. Villain took on most of their weight as Hero gasped and nearly crumpled.
It took a long time to get to Hero's bedroom. Even Villain was beginning to tire, but they wouldn't even consider stopping to rest while Hero was in such pain. At last they got to the edge of the bed, and Villain flung the cover open as Hero turned to sit. They groaned in a combination of pain and relief, and Villain pulled up the covers and helped them wriggle into bed. Still, Hero barely moved their leg.
"Did you get these injuries checked?" Villain asked as Hero greedily pulled the covers over themselves. Hero shook their head, eyes closed, sweating softly and panting. Villain sighed, squeezing their eyes shut. If they didn't check, they wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. "Let me see if it's dislocated."
Hero let out a whimper that sounded very nearly like they were crying. But they nodded in the darkness, and Villain lifted the covers again. They ran their fingers softly down Hero's side, over the crest of their pelvis, down to their hip—
The bone wasn't where it was supposed to be.
Villain swore quietly and Hero whined again, throwing their head back, letting out a watery string of curses. Villain climbed carefully onto the bed, cupping a hand behind Hero's knee.
"It'll feel better once it's in place," Villain promised, bracing their knees on either side of Hero's legs.
"Just get it over with," Hero grunted, already gripping the sheets tightly, their eyes screwed shut. Villain nodded, carefully lifting their leg, causing Hero to hiss and stiffen.
"One, two —"
Hero cried out, and the heart-wrenching sound of it almost covered the sensation of their leg popping back into place. Villain shivered and squeezed their eyes shut, gritting their teeth against the wave of disgust as Hero threw an arm over their eyes. Villain looked down at them, and in the following moment of silence, they were sure Hero was crying.
Villain laid Hero's leg down softly. The joint would never be the same now; the tendons and muscles there would be weaker for the rest of their life. If Hero knew what was good for them, they wouldn't return to the field for some time. But right now, they were laying in the dark, shivering, crying mutedly in pain. Villain hesitated again. Hero needed something, but what? What would Villain need if their roles were reversed?
Villain exhaled softly, surprised by the wave of calm they felt at the idea. They reached out, gently taking Hero's wrist, and Hero didn't fight them as they pulled their arm away to rest on their chest. Villain shifted their weight, keeping their body off of Hero's as they crawled up the bed, wiping away a trail of tears with a thumb before leaning in and closing their eyes.
Villain kissed Hero, keeping their hand on Hero's cheek. Hero didn't react much at first, but then they let out a soft, yearning whimper. Villain deepened the kiss with a gentle slowness, tilting their head and cupping Hero's cheek just a little stronger, and Hero tilted their head up weakly, their breathing finally deepening. They kissed quietly and slowly, Villain patiently moving their tongue against Hero's like filling in empty spaces. Just as Villain was starting to want for air, they pulled away.
Hero laid their head back, breath calm, and Villain backed away just enough to see them. Hero reached up and wiped the tears on their other cheek before opening their eyes again to look up at Villain.
"Better?" Villain breathed. Hero's eyes darted around their face, and they nodded and licked their lips.
"Much," they whispered. Villain nodded, then carefully got up and off the bed. They laid the blankets more evenly over Hero, who closed their eyes and rested their arm across their forehead with a deep sigh.
"I think I should spend the night," Villain said. "In case you need more help." Hero nodded firmly.
i like to think that for efficiency’s sake everyone on the squad has been briefed on how to pop ragdoll’s limbs back into their sockets in case they get dislocated since you know, it happens sometimes, it’s like owning a pug
Well my day sucks. My left hip is trying to dislocate itself so doing ANYTHING hurts like a mo fo. Then on top of that my left knee is starting to hurt. I left my cane at home. Oh and ive had an off and on migraine for days now.
On the plus side i got more Vinsmoke Tsum Tsum like plushies last night! (The heart eyed Sanji and the zoro ive had for a while now.)
Idk if you're still doing Emma stuff, but I'm just thinking about Jon's EDS and what if Martin or Emma accidentally causes one of Jon's joints to dislocate and feels awful or scared about it
I’m definitely still doing Emma stuff omg! CW knee dislocation
I can imagine maybe Emma is out playing in the back garden, and Jon is sitting out on the patio, but stops looking at her for like. A second. And within that time, she manages to climb on something high, and when he looks up, he sees her about to fall. So he gets up really fast to catch her!
But right after he catches her, he goes down, because he dislocated his patella from getting up and running so quickly. And it absolutely hurts, and Emma is really frightened by the way he yells out in pain as he goes down (and sort of half-drops her in the process). She starts to cry, even as he tries to get it under control enough to comfort her, but it’s enough to alert Martin to come outside and check on them.
Jon explains what happened, and after he is more effective at assuring Emma that it’s going to be alright, he sends her inside to get Baba some water and his knee brace. While she’s gone, he sits with Jon as he tries to get it to pop back in, intermittently contracting the surrounding muscles and trying to massage around it and coax it back in. And eventually, it does--but it’s painful enough that Jon cries out again, leans into Martin through the worst of the pain.
Unfortunately, that’s what Emma comes back outside to--and she just starts crying again, so upset that she feels like she made this happen. But they both just hug her, and assure her this wasn’t her fault, and that Jon is fine. (Even if Martin is preparing to scold her for climbing on high things once the tension has eased a little) <3
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Soft Jonmartin thing: Jon’s just super excited because for on e he knows more about hiw to take care of something but he’s trying not to should because Martin’s in alot of pain from his injury/dislocation. Just getting him tucked in on the couch (cuz the couch is best place because it’s comfy and central to everything so he can keep an eye on Martin from the kitchen)Just having to slow down when he remembers Martin’s pain tolerance isn’t as high as his, because Martin wont tell him it hurts but it’s pretty obvious on his face. Just cute things.
CW vomiting, dislocation discussion
I feel like the most likely thing for him to dislocate would be his shoulder--lifting, and all that. Plus it’s typically easier to dislocate the shoulder than any other joint in people whose muscles/ligaments are not otherwise affected by another disorder.
So poor Martin has his sling on for the first couple of days, in so much pain, but he doesn’t want to take the meds the doctor gave him--Jon doesn’t need them, so why should he? And Jon is more than happy to help him out, and accompanies him to his first physical therapy appointment a few days later--and though he does his best not to show it, Martin is in so much pain after that first session that I think he barely makes it home before he gets sick.
That’s when it really hits Jon that this is different for him--and that it’s still possible that Martin could have torn something as well. So he keeps more careful watch after that, and tries to help him do his PT exercises. But Martin still won’t take his meds, until one time Jon helps him with the exercises--and he can’t help but cry from pain, though he’s so embarrassed about it, and tries desperately to hide it. I think it’s then that they really have an open discussion, and Martin is finally convinced to take his meds, at least before physical therapy/doing his exercises.
Fun tag game idea: Say something that most of your followers wouldn’t actually know
@sodaliteskull Thank you for the tag! I'm starting a new thread since the one you tagged me in was super long <3
Also going to put this under a cut because of medical talk! Specifically dislocation;
Most of my followers probably don't know I'm physically disabled, since I don't see too much point in bringing it up.
But I was born with club feet (also known as Congenital Talipes Equinovarus) in both of my feet, and as I got older that resulted in growing abnormalities around my joints which led to knee dislocations.
I've had five operations, and years and years of physiotherapy, and I wasn't allowed to be discharged from the hospital until I was 21 in case it spread to my hips too.
But now at 35 it's probably as good as it's going to get. My left knee can still partially dislocate, and if the weather is cold and/or damp I get a lot of pain and cracking in my knee joints. So from November-February I'm about 75% housebound.
