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hi, gamers. i'm ren. i'm a millennial (and thus sadly qualified to write about robert and flambae) and welcome to my personal blog.

in here u will find—

me cryinf [sic] about dispatch, pretty fanart of my massive unfinished backlog, my inane shitposts, me tacking pseudo-drabbles onto posts that unfortunately inspired me

u can find me on ao3 or ask for my bsky and discord (but pls be 25+ if u want those, unless u want unsolicited life advice sorry in advance, it's the can't shut up disease)

current projects

falling embers zine

decent folk

[never] add water to acid

rabbiteclair

auto immune disorders happen when the immune system ignores regulatory factors and begins attacking healthy bodily tissues, due to what scientists refer to as "sheer love of the game"

byjove

whenever I see archeological remains of a human who suffered from a terrible disease that couldn’t be treated in their lifetime but could be fixed now, this wave of sorrow and mourning washes over me. a woman in the 14th century who spent her 35 years of life bent at the waist because of congenital scoliosis. a man from the 18th century who died because of a non cancerous mass on his jaw that made eating progressively more difficult. remains of a woman from the Neolithic who died in childbirth having evidence of peri-mortem trepanation on her skull.

and yet she survived to 35. and yet the physicians in his time tried to strengthen his jaw. and yet someone 4,000 years ago tried to save someone they loved from dying of preeclampsia/increased cranial pressure. we tried. we tried and we tried and we tried. we failed and we learned but we tried. that’s what makes humans so beautiful.

lyricwritesprose

My mom sometimes talks about a child in her neighborhood who was born with hydrocephaly and died of it. His parents strove to keep him alive for years, but he ultimately passed after a long decline. No treatment available. No hope at all, and the parents knew it from his birth.

Several decades later my sister had an MRI, as a long shot, to try to figure out why she was sick and deteriorating with a number of symptoms that were close to being written off as anxiety. She was sent straight to the hospital for adult onset hydrocephaly. Two days later she had brain surgery to put a shunt down her neck into her stomach and drain the fluid out. (No, you cannot usually get brain surgery that fast. Yes, it was that urgent.) Recovery was long and squiggly but it happened.

I think of that boy every once in a while. The one who died. I have no doubt that treatments developed for people like him, and tested on people like him, saved my sister's life.

He never knew he made the world better. His condition was severe, he never knew much of anything, I don't think. I think if I ever track down a God or something like one, that'll be somewhere on my List of Wishes. To make sure people like him know that they helped.

mutedtempest

I think about this a lot.

I've been type 1 diabetic since I was about one and a half, and was incredibly sick. If my mother hadn't also been type 1 and recognized the signs I likely would have died.

I was born in 1982. Insulin was first given to a patient in 1922, and he survived. Before that, type 1 meant death, often very slow and agonizing. Before insulin, doctors advised a super strict "keto" diet to prolong life, and it could work for awhile - up to a year, I believe. But it was a miserable existence as the body was literally eating itself as the blood turned acidic until the patient eventually died.

60 years. Only 60 years before my birth did that procedure work for the first time. That's absolutely nothing given the span of human history and I think a lot about the people who died from it throughout time.

But yes, people tried. Healers and doctors of all sorts tried all manner of things to allow these (mostly!) kids to live. The fact that it was accomplished at all is nothing short of a miracle. The fact that I've been alive 42 years is fucking insane considering my body doesn't produce a hormone necessary for survival. If you think that doesn't blow me away on a regular basis you have another think coming. It's nothing short of a miracle.

Every medical advancement is. The amount of work that goes into it and the vast amount of luck necessary to get it right even when all the research and information is sound is just astonishing.

Thank you, humanity. Thank you ingenuity and determination to save lives and make them better. Thank you to every medical practitioner and medical researcher in existence now and through all of time. Thank you to all the people who died so I could live.

hyperactivehedgehog

Diabetes is one of these illnesses that really throws medical history into perspective. It's so common, everyone knows someone who has it, people live pretty normal lives with it. And yet, a hundred years ago, it was an instant death sentence. And then we were able to treat people with insulin and yet - it was extremely disabling. The insulin was extracted from animal pancreas had severe side effects, even with how similar the hormones are, there is always an averse reaction to proteins from foreign species, especially during long-term treatment. Injections had to be given every few hours, at-home-tests were only available from the 70s onwards. Insulin pumps entered the market in the 80s. Genetically produced insulin - humanized insulin - was first available in the US in 1982, in many countries only around the year 2000.

In 1930, having diabetes type I would basically mean being hospital bound, being woken every few hours for regular injections.

In 1965, you'd be able to live at home and get by with a very strict diet and a few timed injections. You'd struggle with chronical side effects. Having children wasn't done - passing on your genes would be immoral, and it might not even be legal for you to marry.

In the year 2000, you'd have a device clipped to your belt that would measure your blood sugar and distribute insulin, you only need to change the needle a few times a day. You might even be allowed to join in P.E. class

In 2025, you stick on two patches that do the same thing. They're synchronized through your phone.

That wasn't fate. It's not natural development that made diabetes a common chronic illness. It was hundreds of people who cared. It was the people who created the keto diet. It was the people who came up with tests. The ones who went through different species, trying to figure out the closest analogon to human insulin. It was the people who fought in court to get genetically produced insulin approved for medical use. It was people who looked at a rare, incurable disease and said "but what if it wasn't?"

prismatic-bell

Back in the 1960s, my dad was one of the first 100 successful open-heart surgeries in the world. He needed it to fix a hole in his heart, a condition that up until then was basically "take him home and make him comfortable."

He's lived long enough that three of his grandkids have been born with the same condition, and he's been there to assist with the recovery after the laparoscopic version of the same surgery he had.

He has a scar from collarbone to waist that's as thick as my finger--thicker, in some places. My nieces and nephews have scars so tiny you could mistake them for being from a particularly bad cat scratch. And their recovery was measured in weeks, instead of months.

Medicine has improved so much, so fast, that he's lived to see the research done on him save his grandchildren.

vaspider

Every time I inject my insulin, I think about the doctors that developed it, and every dog that died in that process.

There were a lot of them. Yes, it gets to me every time. I don't die in agony because of determined scientists and some unspeakably good dogs.

sexy-people-contests-2026

Tumblr Sexyman Contest 2026 Round 1 Part 31

Michael Afton (fnaf)

Robert Robertson III (Dispatch)

Francœur (A Monster in Paris)

Remaining time: 4 days 14 hours

#it is FRYING ME that robert is here

so, after being advised on the logistics and best practices, i think i'm only equipped to organize a fic exchange right now.

to that end, i've contacted the people who wanted to participate/responded to the intial sign-up form.

if y'all wanna do stuff for flambae's birthday with a mechabae slant, msg me for the server info 💕

#ren yaps #mechabae #flambert #sorry i only have one braincell #the other braincells are working on the zine #if people wanna sign up to do spot art sure lemme know #just hit me up for deets

dragonworms

hoboy this is gonna do me in but

starting my pridemonth posting by kindly asking artists/storytellers to reevaluate their interracial ships a little. having been in queer art circles for years, especially for zine illustrators and comic artists, i couldn't tell you how much black knight / white royalty kind of stuff i see everyday. always defaulting the dark skinned character to some butch or savior role. I'm not saying end this all now I'm just saying there's an awful lot of it, it would be nice if people were cognizant of stereotypes. queer communities just seem to bypass it all the time, probably because the focus is on fulfilling some need like "damn a strong butch woman with a tiny femme sounds so cute" but like, if your default vision of them is some stereotypical interracial couple, you should consider why you think that and change it up.

I could just "let bpoc be feminine nuanced etc etc" but people are always like yeah hell yeah!! about that until it involves some white character. let's try new things.

thefriendlypigeon

Sorry I'm currently stuck in the Gosling!Verse and shipping all the things, BloodyMary (honestly who came up with this brilliant name) included! Hope you like this spicy little comic :3

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#bloodymary #oh my goddddddd