guess this is me now.

tua oc. dash only. penned by nev. rules/bio

[empthiic-blog]

so i totally just vanished into thin air for a second there bc man life is exhausting rn but,,, guess who made a new tua oc,,,, who might be getting a sideblog,,,,,,,,,,,

[anemiasiac-a-blog]

          they glance down at the drink held out towards them, then back up to the stranger standing before them. head is tilted to the side ever so slightly at the gesture. they move to begin signing, catching themselves before they can, and instead fish out the pen and notepad kept in their coat. the following message is scrawled quickly: “what are you doing?”

@empthiic / liked.

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          “uh--you felt -- merde - uh... you looked lonely... figured a drink might help?” gaze lingers on the notepad for a while longer than perhaps it should, jean eventually dragging his vision to find their visage instead. half smile is offered toward the other along with a quirk of empath’s brow. hands pulling at each other where he stands. “if it’s weird i can just... i’ll just go--nothing to it...”

[melancholicnightingale]

[empthiic-blog]

its 5am and i should be asleep but,, yall i lov @anemiasiac so fuckin much

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elliot // painechoed

          “ tu pourrais toujours m'acheter un verre. ”  he responds, scrawling jean’s details down inside the clipboard.  turns out, high school french came in more handy than he initially thought.  “ and no, not really. ”  in the nine months that elliot had been an acute care nurse, he had come to learn that trouble tended to follow jean and that the other didn’t necessarily go out of his way to avoid getting into scraps.  he holds the clipboard and a pen out towards jean, needing him to fill in the rest.

         there’s a tension twining around his limbs as he glances at the blood on jean’s temple.  he avoided using his powers on people he knew most of the time, considering they could come off as invasive.  but jean’s file included the fact that he had chronic migraines, and the lack of external injuries didn’t rule out something else going on internally.  as elliot stood up, he let his hand gently brush over jean’s wrist, an almost casual touch.  lingering just long enough to sense the growing migraine and faint concussion.  “ good news is, i think you’ll live. bad news, you might be waiting a little while longer until someone can see you. ”

          he at least attempts a laugh at elliot’s initial response, taking the clipboard in his free hand and preparing his own reply when hand touches his wrist. reaction is immediate, instinctive in nature as jean chases after the touch almost without realising it. when he does? head shakes somewhat, blinking himself back into the present and forcing himself to focus on the paper before him. it happens sometimes, elliot’s the only one who’s seen it - he supposes. the glimpses into the empath’s true self - not the migraines and private nature. but, it never lasts long. 

           “i figured... it’s just--just loud. in here.” jean doesn’t expand on it more than that, refusing to even look at elliot now. perhaps ashamed of himself? a craving for contact, not even purely for the benefits they’re both well aware of when it came to physical contact with the nurse. paperwork is completed, pushed across the empath’s lap toward his... his friend. “it... uh it hurts, is all.” he’d ask if there was anywhere quieter for him to wait, but they both know that it’s not the noise that’s bothering jean. “je--je suis tellement désolé--i’ll... i’m fine, really--” though that statement is immediately proven false as empath attempts to stand and only manages to stumble into elliot’s frame, head spinning.

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nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.

[empthiic-blog]

sami // sadtm

       sami wasn’t one for AFFECTION in any way. but occasionally kind things would slip through her lips. a smirk tugs at the corners of her lips, letting out a soft laugh. “don’t get USED to it coming from me.” she teases, “no one has said it and meant it?? well they can all FUCK OFF, okay?? you’re a good lookin’ dude.”

          mouth shifts into a small ‘o’ shape for a second before the grin that spreads over jean’s features is far more obvious than before. he’s not used to this kind of feeling, wouldn’t mind it staying a while, though. “you really think so? i--uh... thanks, you’re... you’re not bad looking yourself, you know?” hands thread through one another awkwardly for a second, gaze fixed on his lap rather than her. perhaps if you look closely enough there’s something of a blush across his cheeks and nose. this is... nice. 

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nadine // thoughtused

      it’s hard, being around someone with powers like her own. her own feelings were usually a well kept secret, and now, she felt far more exposed than she ever wanted to be. maybe this was how other people felt around her, but in her defense, she usually didn’t tell them about her powers.

      she’s quiet, for a moment. at least he’s nice about it all. she wishes that she could somehow explain it, the yearning for a time period that she should have never experienced. “this movie. uh, it just kinda.” it’s hard not to be back there, in the theater with friends she never could have kept. her fingers fidget, messing with the sleeves of her shirt. “i mean, come on, how could it not make you emotional?” she goes with that, instead.

           “it’s... making me emotional because you are - i guess?” he doesn’t do films, not really. spends most of his time too involved in the people around him and their feelings. only to be sat before a screen and not feel.... anything. it’s jarring most of the time, the lack of understanding there between him and what’s on the screen before him, he supposes he should watch films with someone else. would help somewhat.

           “you... maybe want to try again? are you ok? i thought this part was meant to be... a good part? seems to me like it’s the opposite...” he’s not trying to push. but the melancholy is starting to get to him, skull seeming to tighten where he sits. a reach is made for pill bottle in his pocket. “’least for you it is.”

[painechoed]

               so free up the cheaper seats,   here comes a greek tragedy.

[anemiasiac-a-blog]

“if ignorance is bliss, then knowing will be the death of me.”

                                          written by eli / personals do not interact.

[empthiic-blog]

like this for a jean in ur inbox!! i have a headache rn so can only focus on smaller things tbh but lemme put this kid in ur inboxes :/

[sadtm]

@empthiic closed starter from sami !! 

        she laughs, popcorn flinging out of her hand and towards the other. “DUDE, lighten up. a smile looks GOOD on you. you just gotta - y’know - smile.” she grins a moment before stuffing more popcorn in her face. 

[empthiic-blog]

          negative emotions usually read better - more obviously. jean isn’t used to what he supposes is particularly infectious laugher - happiness? perhaps? either way, popcorn is skillfully batted out of the way, tentative smile pulling at chapped lips. for once, headache is forgotten as hand scrubs through tangled hair. “--it’s easier when you’re happier, you know? never had anyone tell me i... uh... look good. and mean it... kinda... kinda nice actually.”

[sadtm]

     ❝ as i’m getting OLDER, chip up on my SHOULDER.           rolling through life, to ROLL OVER and DIE. ❞

                    highly selective, independent multimuse                                cannon and original characters

                                           promo made by the lovely tomakepeace

                                                   ❝ always feeling TIRED, smiling when REQUIRED.                                                         write another year off and KINDLY RESIGN. ❞

[empthiic-blog]

           it’s dark, he did it again. got into something he shouldn’t have. jean should have just stayed out of it. but he could feel the kid’s fear, as if it were his own. he couldn’t just... walk by and let it happen. even if it was getting harder and harder to tell the old cuts and bruises from the newer ones, even more so when there’s blood pouring from his temple into his eyes and it’s all the empath can do to keep himself upright by leaning against damp brick wall, head held in his hands. 

           “th--thanks but--i had it. not the first time i’ve got caught up in some shit i’m not meant to--” he knows she’s there, somewhere. can’t see her but that doesn’t really bother the empath as much as it should. he’s seen weirder shit. though, can’t tell if what he’s feeling from her is irritation or otherwise, isn’t she he minds too much, either. @controlshadows // sc

[empthiic-blog]

          he’s still... coming to terms with the fact that he might just be one of them. with the idea that these abilities he’s got might not just be some illness no one has a cure for. still can’t see much of a benefit to constant pain and emotions that he doesn’t want. though jean supposes it’s nicer than thinking there’s something wrong with him. pale gaze is levelled toward klaus, doing his best to ignore the hailstorm of conflicting feelings pushed toward him. 

          “so... uh. what’s your deal? i’m not... so caught up with this whole situation, you know? i mean - i figure you’ve got something goin’ on, you’re one of them, right?” // @conjurelost // sc

[thoughtused-moved-deactivated20]

       it was weird. she always tried to avoid watching older films with people, because of the heavy feelings that came with them. the breakfast club didn’t seem like a film that would come with a large amount of emotional baggage, but it did for nadine. she’d seen the thing in theaters, but there was no way to explain that. or the way that she missed a life that she could never go back to.

       sometimes, she forgot that he could feel things like she could. “i’m fine.” she mumbles, at a question of if she was okay. because, of course.  /  @empthiic  ;  plotted.

[empthiic-blog]

          usually, the empath avoids catching people in a lie. usually the people lying to him don’t mean anything to him. but she was different, he doesn’t know how or why but... she was. that’s all that mattered, right? so he presses further, leans in closer and offers a quirked brow in response, accented voice is soon to follow with soft tones - gaze focused somewhere over her shoulder. perhaps eye contact was a step too far just yet. too personal.

           “you... uh... sure about that?” quiet prompting, it’s all he offers at first. he’s not come to terms with his own abilities just enough to outright say it. instead, it’s all he offers along with two fingers tapping at his own temple. she knows. and he just wants to try and help, help the almost suffocating feeling in the back of his head. it’s hers, not his. he knows that much. “it’s ok - you know? if you’re... not fine.”

[waynegifs]