"Why is it so hard to breathe? Why can't I lay on my side properly? Why am I so quick to get out of breath?"
says guy that has not taken off his binder for 13 hours without a single break
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"Why is it so hard to breathe? Why can't I lay on my side properly? Why am I so quick to get out of breath?"
says guy that has not taken off his binder for 13 hours without a single break
ANYWAY I WROTE A SNIPPET BASED ON THE ASK YOU SENT ME AND YEAH
Scott winced, hugging himself tightly. He knew why he was in pain, he always did. Scott Goldsmith was not a fool, after all, and everything he did had a purpose. At the very least that’s how he’d ran Oakhurst the first time, but being back in this God forsaken town with all—Avid’s—reincarnations, it made certain things feel… He didn’t even know where to think.
He knew he deserved the pain, after all of it he’d caused, he could suffer for the sake of everyone else. Annoyingly so, Louis didn’t seem to think so.
“Scott?” Louis poked his head around the corner of their hotel room.
Owen was out, likely annoying Elle, but also keeping up appearances with the humans on the field trip. Louis had been meant to go with him, so why was he still here?
Scott winced slightly, “Louis.” He remarked dryly.
A slight up quirk of the human’s lips, and he sat down beside the vampire. Handing him a flask that Scott knew had blood in it. The thought of drinking didn’t feel… Right. Had he ever actually enjoyed the taste of blood? Or rather, had it just been the drunkenness of the freedom, the power. The fact that no human could ever question him, less they get killed on sight.
“Drinking one pig isn’t enough to sustain you for very long. And don’t tell me I wouldn’t know that, I talked with Drift.”
Scott sighed, the movement hurt his chest, but he took the flask. Spinning it around as it was held loosely in his hand, “Weren’t you going out with Owen?”
“I did, we’ve been gone for a bit now? I just got back.”
“Oh.” Scott replied dumbly, had he not noticed the time?
The sip of blood was dry and it tasted as much of ash as human food did. But it did help some of the pains he’d been having.
“Scott.. are you going to kill me if I ask this question?”
“I told you you’re welcome to ask questions about vampirism, did I not?”
“This isn’t about vampirism, it’s about you.”
Scott scowled, “Well, you’ve already pestered me to drink, what else is there to pry on?”
“You were holding your chest a few moments ago.” Louis started, trying his best to maintain a pitying expression, Scott imagined.
The vampire froze, standing somewhat, “I don’t have a clue what you’re on about.” The ringing in his head and the pain in his chest said otherwise. Scott was a man, he was, but… Well, certain complications tended to arise when other people found out about that.
They’d been killed rather quickly, Scott would happily do it again—liar—but he’d prefer not to have Owen go on another massacre for the sake of this human. Besides, he’d proven likable, if not annoying and pushy. But Scott… Had taken somewhat of a liking to Louis.
“I’m not judging.” Louis assured, “Cleo’s nonbinary, so is Shelby, I’m trans as well. There’s a lot of people who are.”
Scott raised an eyebrow, “I don’t… Understand? What are you talking about.”
Louis smacked his palm to his forehead, “Right, thousands of years old vampire. When you’re born one gender and are another, I was born a girl, but I’m a man.”
Scott but at his lip quietly, “And that’s… Okay for people nowadays?”
“For most, a handful are overly officious in their opinions of us. But that’s their own damn fault, not ours.”
His chest hurt.
“Do you want help, Scott?”
“I’m sure you will regardless.” It was said fondly though.
The two talked for a while. Avid slept soundly in the other room. Louis expressed his frustrations at other people’s need to comment on his life, or call him by a name he did not use. Scott noted how it was much worse decades ago, accusations of witchcraft, and all that bullshit.
It was… nice
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Writing this was fun, I enjoyed trying to portray the characters you made, but after the ask you sent me it wouldn’t leave my head, so it exists now :)
STOPPPPPPPPPP I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM
EVERYONE LOOK. ELDERFANGS. THEM. FUCK.
okayokay. first of all. minor detail but AVID SLEEPING IN THE GIRLS' ROOM AWAWAWAWA. i imagine cleo not knowing what's happening with him but shelby and drift gave them puppy eyes so cleo has let avid sleep in their bunk. shelby and drift are also braiding cleo's hair because i say so.
'Scott Goldsmith was not a fool, after all, and everything he did had a purpose.' YOU WRITE HIM RATIONALISING HIS PAIN SO WELL. verdant that is my self-destructive boy and i adore him.
'He knew he deserved the pain, after all of it he’d caused, he could suffer for the sake of everyone else. Annoyingly so, Louis didn’t seem to think so.' rau!elderfangs in a nutshell.
'had he not noticed the time?' oh his disassociation....... oh my guy..... verdy you write him so well.
'Well, certain complications tended to arise when other people found out about that. They’d been killed rather quickly, Scott would happily do it again—liar—' he doesn't want to kill any more! even to defend his identity. in his eyes, that is selfish. the only people worth killing for are his little coven. his vampires. his friends that he does not deserve. that's why he understands v!owen's actions so much only now.
'But Scott… Had taken somewhat of a liking to Louis.' *points* GAY
the whole conversation of louis explaining the concept of scott's own identity to him.... fuckkkk yes. scott doesn't have the words for it, because of his age and because of his disconnect from the modern world. though i do find it funny that he's been referring to shelby and cleo with she/they pronouns without knowing what being nonbinary is. that's just a thing that happens he supposes. it's none of his business.
'“Do you want help, Scott?” “I’m sure you will regardless.”' THEMTHEMTHEMTHEMTHEM............ i love rau!elderfangs i love my sons.... IF ONLY YOU HAD LET HIM HELP BEFORE YOU TRIED TO KILL YOURSELF /silly
verdant this is amazing and i love it and i apologise for not responding to it sooner i needed to be able to Words to appreciate this properly I LOVE IT SO MUCH
*stares at you with my big autistic eyes* write more? ao3 it? hurt/comfort the rau!elderfangs? make them kith? please? (/nf ofc, if you don't wanna i will probably do it myself if it's ok for me to use this snippet in my own fic-)
Little do you know I've been binding for months on end (rubs hands like a fly)
NO DONT DO THAT
Look, I was there once too. I know how it feels. Do you want top surgery one day? I'm assuming probably, if you've been binding that long. Putting so much pressure on your ribcage for extended periods of time can cause difficulties with surgery, or even make it impossible.
"And if I don't want top surgery? Why should I care then?" So glad I asked myself that. This can affect your lung capacity, which can make breathing or exercising difficult. In extreme cases, it can warp or even fracture your ribs.
I'm not saying we should fearmonger binding, but I am saying we should do it safely.
Can I ask why you haven't taken the binder off? Is it dysphoria or something else? Can I help?
Binding for 12 hours chat am I cooked?
whats the absolute limit on wearing a binder
sincerely, someone who is trying to break a record and has no regard for his ribs
Marney!!
I forgot how to color so when I figure that out I’ll post more..
forgotten falls comic that really has no plot significance. i was just an idiot today and wore my binder for 12 hours. do NOT do that guys fr
me, who’s been wearing my binder for 14 hours and has walked six miles in it: I wonder why I can’t breathe right, I must be coming down with something