Hi! Here’s a short info post about me to avoid any confusion— but also just for me to introduce myself.
Again, hello! My name’s Theia; I write as a hobby and escapade, and I dump the results of my brainrot sessions here. I’m in a fair amount of fandoms, but I’d say I’m currently most active in Honkai Star Rail, Jujutsu Kaisen, My Adventures With Superman, Abbott Elementary, and Good Omens. I have to add that I love anything that involves romance/shoujo/josei anime and manga (Kamisama Kiss, Yubisaki to Renren, Kimi ni Todoke, Sailor Moon, Given, etc).
I also listen to a looootttt of music; I can’t live without it. My main listens these days are Taylor Swift, Sabrina Carpenter, Mitski, Newjeans, Le Sserafim, Maisie Peters, and Laufey. Pretty sure I also listen to male artists… but none are coming to mind right now, sorry 😞
Here are some links where you can find me and my stuff, if you’re interested in that 🥸
1. Archive of Our Own
2. Blog
3. Spotify
4. Kofi
(p.s. I don’t bite, so don’t be shy to reach out through dms! Especially if you want to show me your cats <3)
Some of My Favorite Ways to Describe a Character Who’s Sick
pressing their forehead into something cool or comfortable (this could be an array of things. the table, the floor, someones leather jacket, their water bottle, the countertop)
warm to the touch, or heat radiating from them (could be noticed if someone’s gauging their temperature with their hands, hugging them, or just generally touching them)
leaning into people’s touch, or just spontaneously leaning on them (like pressing into their hand when someone’s checking their temp, or just, like, literally walking up and laying their head on them from fatigue. bonus points if the character is usually feral and the other is scared to engage™︎)
falling asleep all over the place (at the dinner table, on their homework, in the car, in the bathroom — just being so exhausted from doing literally nothing)
being overly emotional (crying over things that don’t usually bother them, like their siblings arguing, or their homework, or literally just nothing)
stumbling/careening/staggering into things (the wall, furniture, other people. there is no coordination in feverish brains. running into chairs, hitting the door, falling over the couch, anything and everything)
slurring their words (could be from fatigue or pain. connecting words that shouldn’t be connected, murdering all of their conversations with the excessive use of ‘mm’ and ‘nn’ in place of words) (this is my favorite thing ever)
being overly touchy (basically like a sick kid — just hold them, please. do that thing where you brush their hair back out of their face, or rub circles on their back, or snuggle them. they won’t care. bonus points if this is also the feral character and they refuse to believe it afterwards)
being extremely resistant to touch (flinching away when they usually don’t so someone can’t feel the fever, not letting themselves be touched because they’re so tired they just know they’ll be putty in their hands if they do)
growing aggressive or being extremely rude (it’s a defense mechanism — they feel vulnerable and are afraid of being manipulated or deceived while they’re ill)
whimpering/whining/groaning (this was in my “characters in pain” post but it’s so good that i’m putting it here too. this shite is gold, especially if it’s just an involuntary reaction to their symptoms)
having nightmares caused by a fever and/or delirium (crying and murmuring in their sleep, or being awake but completely out of it and convinced they’re somewhere else)
making themselves as small as possible (curling up into a ball everywhere they lay, hunching over slightly when standing, wrapping their arms around themselves)
TW for vomiting below cut !!
sleeping in the bathroom floor because they keep getting sick over and over (bonus if someone finds them all weak and pitiful. bonus bonus if they find them there in the morning only to learn they’ve been there all night)
using their hands/other body parts to clamp over their mouth so nothing can come out (like pulling their knees up to their chest and using that, or like, their arm, y’know) (~maccreadysbaby who has emetophobia suddenly gets very awkward about this post~) (~yes i have a phobia of puke and still write this happening to my characters, shut up~) (~it’s about the hurt/comfort okay~)
sympathy pukers (people who aren’t the sick ones but get nauseous/vomit when they see someone else throw up) (~aka me~) (~okay I’m done now~)
dry heaving (it’s gross, but good for making your characters absolutely freaking miserable)
rolling/churning/spinning/cramping/ lurching and all those awesome words that describe what stomachs do when sick (i hate these words with a deep, fiery passion. but they’re good for writing or whatever)
suguru geto, whose luscious hair is a product of constant care and intensive treatment, is jealous of how soft a certain satoru gojo’s hair is the fluffiest, most pleasant thing his fingers have run through, despite the fact that his only haircare is 3in1 shampoo
i think, in your typical “barista x florist au,” or in a world where, satoru gojo and suguru geto get to peacefully retire in their late 30s after nourishing a new generation of sorcerers and start a joint library/bookshop/cafe/flower shop, satoru would not be the one running the cafe.
given his heightened senses, a cafe during rush hour would absolutely overwhelm him. plus, part of the job is to recalibrate the espresso machine every morning; which involves tasting very bitter coffee multiple times, and we all know how much of a sweet tooth he has.
the flower shop, though? he loves it there. he read once that plants listen when you talk and ran with it. every morning, he practically skips into the shop to talk to his plants. he’d grab the watering can and say hello to each individual orchid. he’d prune the browning leaves of a sunflower while humming to it. as he watches his personal cactus get its share of bottom watering, he’d go on a tangent about how hot suguru is when he’s focused.
who could blame him? the concentrated on suguru’s face when he prepares orders creates 50% of their sales, after all. (the coffees and cakes are good too. just, people buy more when a pretty face is behind the counter.)
suguru didn’t think he’d enjoy steaming milk and brewing coffee before, but after a week of testing it out and discovering his natural talent for latte art, there was nothing else he’d rather do. the customers, the inventory checking, the ingredient prep—they’re all fine. where he finds peace and joy, however, is when he gets to put ingredients together to create a beverage.
how a slightly modified ratios can create an entirely different flavor profile. which temperature is correct for brewing each type of coffee and tea. how syrups and essences of the same flavor can actually give contrasting effects to the drink. how liquids swirl and create a gradient of color in a glass.
the amount of detail that needs to be put into one cup fascinates him, but it doesn’t stop him from creating and pushing limits. he knows there’s the “proper” way of preparing a macchiato, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try and make a new variant from a flower in their shop. well, he does it to test boundaries, sure, but also to see satoru’s eyes sparkle whenever he succeeds in creating a new recipe.
sometimes new customers gather enough courage to not just place orders, but also ask for their barista’s or florist’s number. regulars can only sigh and shake their head in pity, knowing their efforts are for naught. they’ve caught the owners spoon feeding each other strawberry shortcake on a table decorated with fresh osmanthus flowers way too many times to still hope for a chance.
(they’ve caught them giggling and kissing behind a book rack a couple times too, but that’s for the newcomers to discover themselves.)
I wanted some comfort after so much suffering in JJK and this comes to me…. It's so beautiful and comfortable that I'm crying again! (I need fic in that style)
All writers have those days when the words just Don’t. Flow. Where, no matter how hard we try, our pens scratch scribbles on our paper instead of letters. It’s not a fun place to be. The one thing you can’t do is let those days turn themselves into weeks and months.
I’ve been there often enough myself to develop a number of ways to shake myself out of a writing funk and I’d like to offer them to you. Try one. Try them all. Find out what works for you and get to writing again.
Start with a small goal and let it grow. Tell yourself you just want to write one sentence. Then one paragraph. You put the frog in lukewarm water, and then turn the burner on.
Try using a progress tracking chart, like this one by ArtsyAndreaM on Deviant Art.
Similarly, buy a pack of stickers and place one on your calendar/planner/diary for every 500 words you write that day.
Tell a friend your writing goal and have them hold you accountable to it. If they’re interested in what you’re writing you can even send them your work at the end of each day/week.
Listen to inspiring speeches by authors you like, like one of these by Neil Gaiman.
Give yourself permission to write something terrible. Something terrible is something, at least.
Print out some inspiring essays and quotes and post them on the wall above your desk. NaNoWriMo pep talks can be especially great.
Write a scene in your head. It doesn’t count if it’s in your head, so you don’t have to worry about it being terrible. If it isn’t terrible, put it on paper.
Go to a coffee shop or library full of other people working. It just might be enough to guilt you into working too.
Give yourself 10 minutes on Write or Die, where there are consequences for stopping even for a few seconds.
Use Writer’s Block and block yourself from everything on your computer except a blank page for a number of minutes or words.
Write in a journal. Write a letter. Anything to get any words out of your head.
Reread one of your favorite books. Remind yourself why you want to write in the first place.
Be honest about when you’re procrastinating, like when you’re writing blog posts or tidying up your desk, and when you’re actually doing something that will help you write.
i. i did not take the news of a "shortened" season 3 very well because how are we supposed to live life vicariously through their slowburn when there are less episodes???
i think, in your typical “barista x florist au,” or in a world where, satoru gojo and suguru geto get to peacefully retire in their late 30s after nourishing a new generation of sorcerers and start a joint library/bookshop/cafe/flower shop, satoru would not be the one running the cafe.
given his heightened senses, a cafe during rush hour would absolutely overwhelm him. plus, part of the job is to recalibrate the espresso machine every morning; which involves tasting very bitter coffee multiple times, and we all know how much of a sweet tooth he has.
the flower shop, though? he loves it there. he read once that plants listen when you talk and ran with it. every morning, he practically skips into the shop to talk to his plants. he’d grab the watering can and say hello to each individual orchid. he’d prune the browning leaves of a sunflower while humming to it. as he watches his personal cactus get its share of bottom watering, he’d go on a tangent about how hot suguru is when he’s focused.
who could blame him? the concentrated on suguru’s face when he prepares orders creates 50% of their sales, after all. (the coffees and cakes are good too. just, people buy more when a pretty face is behind the counter.)
suguru didn’t think he’d enjoy steaming milk and brewing coffee before, but after a week of testing it out and discovering his natural talent for latte art, there was nothing else he’d rather do. the customers, the inventory checking, the ingredient prep—they’re all fine. where he finds peace and joy, however, is when he gets to put ingredients together to create a beverage.
how a slightly modified ratios can create an entirely different flavor profile. which temperature is correct for brewing each type of coffee and tea. how syrups and essences of the same flavor can actually give contrasting effects to the drink. how liquids swirl and create a gradient of color in a glass.
the amount of detail that needs to be put into one cup fascinates him, but it doesn’t stop him from creating and pushing limits. he knows there’s the “proper” way of preparing a macchiato, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try and make a new variant from a flower in their shop. well, he does it to test boundaries, sure, but also to see satoru’s eyes sparkle whenever he succeeds in creating a new recipe.
sometimes new customers gather enough courage to not just place orders, but also ask for their barista’s or florist’s number. regulars can only sigh and shake their head in pity, knowing their efforts are for naught. they’ve caught the owners spoon feeding each other strawberry shortcake on a table decorated with fresh osmanthus flowers way too many times to still hope for a chance.
(they’ve caught them giggling and kissing behind a book rack a couple times too, but that’s for the newcomers to discover themselves.)
