overly complicated head canons that have been living in my head for months (hotel addition)
(Warning: some of these involve some radioapple hinting. You have been warned...)
~Lucifer and Alastor are both left-handed. When Alastor was a kid, he was forced to use his right hand instead and as a result he can't write great with either hand (Cause, this happened to my grandpa :P) Lucifer however using his left hand on a routine basis. (Happening post season 2) One day Lucifer sees Alastor using his left hand to write something down for Charlie, Lucifer points this out and Alastor expects ridicule. Instead, Lucifer is like "Heeeeeey I'm left-handed too bellhop!!!" And they get weirdly prideful and annoying that they're the only left-handed people in the hotel and drive everyone crazy.
~When Lucifer gets really tired or stressed, he starts speaking in older and older versions of English and if he's angry enough sometimes just starts yelling in Greek or Hebrew.
This happened during a fight with Alastor once. Lucifer started yelling in ancient Hebrew and no one could figure out what he was saying. Lucifer had no idea he did this until Charlie nervously brought it up to him one day and asked why he randomly started yelling at Alastor in Hebrew. In response Lucifer looks confused and mutters to himself "I did what?"
~ Alastor secretly loves the song Happy Face (The one by Jaguar Twin) despite the fact that it was released in 2020
~Charlie gets drunk very easily. One time she got drunk after having one glass of wine with Vaggi on a date
~On the opposite side of that spectrum Alastor does not get drunk easily. (I don't really have any stories for this one)
~Alastor loves spice. One night he offered to cook for the hotel and purposefully made Lucifer's dish with an unholy amount of spice. Lucifer told Charlie afterward he wished it had spicier. A piece of Alastor fell in love that day.
~Charlie found out about friendship bracelets one day and spent the whole night making one for everyone in the hotel. Nifty didn't get the message of what the bracelet was and used it to strangle a rat.
Charlie did not take the knowledge that her gift had become a murder weapon well.
~Lucifer and Charlie both have AuDHD(I would start elaborating on this HC but then you would never be able to stop me)
~Alastor has convergence/divergence insufficiency and poor depth perception.
(for the Con/divergence insufficiency) Alastor has headaches by the end of every day which he usually tries to pretend aren't there. After a particularly stressful day of work and a lot of switching between looking close up and far away Alastor had an unbearable headache. He ended up drinking until he fell asleep in the staff room. The employees found out but out of fear of what he might do never said anything about it to Alastor. Because no one ever said anything Alastor assumed they didn't know.
One time when trying to read a hotel plan from Charlie, he couldn't bring the page into focus. Vaggi noticed him squinting and gave a basic summary of what the paper was about. The next morning, she found her spear was a little shinier. Neither of them ever said anything about this.
(I struggle with Con/Divergence insufficiency, depth perception, and a few other things so this is based of my personal experience :P)
Let me know if you want one for the overlords, Heaven, or the vees. Or maybe more for the hotel.
These are accessibility features that i use on my phone! I wanted to have a single post dedicated to this, containing information about the tools i use that give me the ability to use my phone : ]
(this is a continuation from another post where i talked about my letter enlarging slidable scale, and zoom accessibility features : ])
(my phone is an iphone)
☆ Reduce white point
this is very self explanatory, it reduces the white point! it is much easier on my eyes, allowing me to process visual stimuli easier and doing so won't cause me pain.
★ Live captions
when this is active, it will display any and all spoken words that are playing on my phone as written words, live. from youtube, to livestreams, to facetime!
☆ Zoom
the zoom option allows me to zoom in anywhere at any time no matter what. i quickly tap anywhere on my screen twice with three fingers. on the second tap, i keep my fingers held down on the screen. then, i'll slide three fingers up, and boom! i'm zooming in. i control how far i zoom in and out by doing the same as before, but i slide my fingers down. i can move around the screen while zoomed in by dragging anywhere with three fingers. this allows absolutely anything on my phone to be enlarged!
★ Voice control
i don't always have the ability to use my arms, hands, and or fingers to navigate my phone. when this is happening, i can use voice control!! when active, it allows me to control my phone with my voice. the way mine is set up is with numbers. every interactive selection on my phone gets assigned a number on screen, and when i say that number, it gets interacted with. there's also key phrases, which i use the standard pre-set ones. like "swipe left" and "go home". an example of me using the spoken numbers control could be my messages app being labeled "4", so to open, all i would have to do is say "four" and it would open messages! it will assign a number to each letter on my keyboard, but instead of saying each number for each letter to spell out a word, when in messages, it will automatically begin speech to text instead. so i don't have to call out each number for each letter for texting.
[in Settings -> Accessibility -> Display & Text Size, Larger Text, there is an option for even larger accessibility sizes!]
one last side thing would be, i've always used larger letters for most of my published posts on here cause it's easiest for me to read.
when i don't post with larger letters like this, it's cause i was writing with larger letters in the writting process like how i am rn, then quickly make it another size or font right before i post it, for stylistic purposes : ]
Eugh I want my glasses back but the soonest I'll get them is by Monday, and until then I'm just miserable in migraine town
I'm getting the right lens adjusted to add a prism lens, so I've been wearing my old glasses for over a week now. And the prescription is out of date, my astigmatism isn't properly accounted for, and there's worse glare with these lenses-- all an awful recipe for migraine central.
And I know once I get my glasses back I'll probably still be in migraine town for at least a few days as I adjust back to my current prescription. The astigmatism compensation is pretty severe, and I'm also nervous about adjusting to a prism lens for the first time
It's only a small prism adjustment (a +1 base out on the right lens only), but the test strips I looked through at the eye doc felt Good, so I'm trying to be optimistic.
I think I'm ultimately just very nervous, hoping the prism helps as much as I hope it does, and migraines just ain't helping the nerves
It’s my 28th birthday today! I’ve had a lot of mixed (mostly negative) feelings about it.
But then two days ago, I woke up in severe pain and could not see anything out of my left eye. At first it was just super blurry. Then it was completely black. I have acute angle glaucoma.
If you know me in real life (I hope you don’t - Tumblr too unfiltered for that), then you know I was born with low vision and have had vision issues my whole life. Caused by retinopathy of prematurity to be specific. I didn’t think losing vision in my left eye - which I can only see 20/125 out of with a contact in - would affect me that much. I was so, so, so wrong.
It’s been hell the past few days. I had a small in office laser procedure today that has seemed to help some. I have a little bit of my vision back, at least in color. I’m no longer seeing just blackness out of that eye. I can discern some colors.
I’ve been in survival mode the past few days. And I still have all my feelings of not being where I want to in life, desperately wanting a romantic partner (girlfriend to be specific), longing for an actual career (I lost my job a few months ago). But losing almost all of my vision in my left eye has thrown that out the window.
Is it ironic that I was working on a scene for an Arcane fanfic that talks about Caitlyn losing her eye before and as this was happening?? Definitely. And I’ve been wearing an eye patch, but I’d very much like to not lose my eyesight.
hey, can companies please stop doing captchas like these? i get that i might not be the majority with my weird vision issues, like the constant double vision and what have you, but when you don't even offer audio alternatives any more it really feels like 'well, fuck you i guess' when i can't do these
Hello, hi! A fic I wrote as a gift for someone who has been feeling down the past few weeks. I showed them on Discord when I first wrote it, but now it's time to share!
Warning for Ingo having vision issues! Enjoy (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
Title: Double Sight
Word count: 2,058
When Ingo had finally returned to him, Emmet thought everything was going to go back to normal. Sure, Ingo looked a bit older than him now, but he’d certainly gotten less tired looking, less haggard with proper sleeping and eating habits. Sometimes, what would have been regular teasing was taken seriously, with an overly formal apology following behind, but Ingo was remembering things each and every day. They fell more and more in step with each other, and although they hadn’t quite gone back to their former familiarity, Ingo was comfortable with the nature of their relationship.
They hadn’t slept together yet, but his brother was reaching for his hand, offering gentle kisses, and calling him sweet pet names. He had winced quite notably when Ingo had called him ‘Sir Emmet,’ and it seemed Ingo had curbed that habit with words that showed his love instead. It was charming, in its own way, and he kind of liked the reverent way Ingo said his name sometimes.
All in all, his brother had picked up a few quirks, and some extra scars, but their life could continue as it had before.
On an otherwise completely ordinary day, they were going about their business through Gear Station. People no longer stopped Ingo to ask what had happened, returning to cheerfully waving to him, or offering him tidings. The frequency in which the other depot agents checked in on Ingo slowed back to a normal level, only increasing when they thought Ingo was overworking himself outside of Emmet’s awareness.
Heading to their respective trains, Ingo suddenly gripped his hand tightly, his customary half-step ahead position dropped as he fell behind. Crisply stopping and turning to inquire on the unplanned halt between stations, he was greeted with Ingo’s hunched forward form, free hand inches from his face. Their two-car train’s normal order hitting a sudden switchover was strange enough, but the panicked look on Ingo’s face instantly choked his words in his throat. An attempt to ask his older brother what was wrong tripped out of his mouth. He could only squeeze his hand back as his brother’s eyes refused to focus.
“E-Emmet…” Ingo’s hand in front of his face shook, and he could see the tremor hit his brother’s shoulders. “Something is wrong with my eyes.”
Trying to contain his own steadily rising panic, he gently guided Ingo to the ground. Their coats fanned out around them, and the flow of commuters spread to pass by them like water. The respect of the passengers for the Subway Bosses granted them a space in such a busy place, but no one stopped to check on them. Just as well; Emmet didn’t think he could stand to talk to anyone else when he was so focused on Ingo, and his brother was in no shape to control the situation, like he usually did when Emmet struggled to talk.
“You can't see?” His twin brought his eyes up to him, and he clung tighter still, as if begging for confirmation that Emmet was there. His eyes wavered, as if struggling to focus, even with Emmet so close to his face. Lifting his free hand, Ingo touched his jaw, the tap of his gloved fingertips harder than usual as if misjudging the distance he had to move.
Even in the hectic din of the station, he could clearly hear Ingo’s voice, as if his ears were made only to listen to his beloved older brother. Even though Ingo’s voice was quieter than he’d ever heard before, the words he said were clear. “I see too much. I can see both at once.”
Hearing him didn’t mean understanding him.
“W-What? What does that mean?”
Ingo pulled him closer with the hand on his face, their hats tipping back to almost fall off as he insistently put their foreheads together. Shutting his eyes with a shuddered breath, he answered the best he could. “You are here in front of me and also not. I see Hisui in front of me as well as the station. I do not know how to explain otherwise.” When Emmet tried to pull back in confusion, he kept him close.
“Nii-san, let’s go back to the office! We can figure it out there.” Ingo nodded, only releasing his grip when Emmet rubbed their noses together. When he tried to open his eyes, Ingo immediately squinted them closed again. There was no way that Ingo could keep them open to navigate his way back through all of the people while maintaining safety rules. Emmet blamed the tension in his brother’s frame on the lost memories that Ingo struggled to regain even now, and gave him a smile even if he couldn’t see it. “I’ll lead.”
Time apart had not diminished their deeply ingrained connections, and Ingo followed smoothly behind him, intimately trusting the tracks that Emmet chose. When they were children, it had been Ingo’s role to be his conductor, and he would return the favor now. Crossing paths with Ramses, Emmet asked him to tell all the other depot agents to defer to Cloud for the rest of the afternoon, and that their train battles would need to be rescheduled. Keeping Ingo’s plight to themselves for now, the best he could come up with in the moment was that his brother felt nauseous and would be taking a rest in their office to determine their next stop.
Leading his brother to their couch, Emmet took their hats to rest on his desk. Returning to Ingo’s side, his twin turned to face him, eyes still closed. “Emmet,” Ingo called out with hesitation, and he scooted closer, leaning against his twin to give him a physical anchor. Relief caused Ingo to sag against him, and his own tension eased somewhat as well. The problem still existed, and hopefully Ingo would explain what he was experiencing, but now that they were together again, they could get through it.
They stayed like that for a while, but when Emmet started to fidget, Ingo took both of his hands, pulling them into his lap. “I’m sorry I scared you, Emmet.” Tugging his older twin’s hands into his own lap, he scoffed. Ingo still couldn’t see, and he was the one apologizing? “I am just very disoriented right now, and I will admit I am quite worried. It came out of nowhere, and it has never happened before–”
“Nii-san. It’s okay. I am Emmet, and I will take care of you.” Voice firm, he had told himself the same when Ingo had first come back without any of his memories. The idea kept him going when Ingo was missing - he had to stay healthy and strong for Ingo, because when they found him, what if he had been hurt. No matter what, they would protect each other, and he would do it for the rest of his life if it was for Ingo.
Another attempt was made by his brother to open his eyes. Now that they were away from the noise of the station, it was easier to think, to mull over what Ingo had said earlier. His brother’s eyebrows knitted together, trying to focus on their linked hands. Frown deepening, Ingo flexed his fingers around Emmet’s hands. “You are here with me,” he affirmed, hesitatingly, as he himself did not even believe it.
“Yeah! I am here for Ingo.” Wriggling his fingers in his twin’s grip, he smiled again now that Ingo could see it. Sort of. Ingo leaned towards him carefully, slowly, so they didn’t knock into each other. Making up the distance, Emmet pressed his lips against Ingo’s, letting his brother control the pace. The kiss was exploratory, like their first kiss back when they were younger, and Emmet was happy for it. He’d gone so long without any physical contact from his brother, so even the most clumsy intimacy was met with joy and unending affection.
Between the distressing situation and still being at work, neither of them were feeling particularly frisky, but that didn’t stop him from peppering kisses all over his brother’s face. It had become a habit to show his brother open affection more frequently, pausing only when they were in the public’s eye. Before Ingo had disappeared, they had discussed a more obvious display of their love for each other, maybe sharing rings. But it seems that memory had disappeared along with many of the others. Emmet wouldn’t be discouraged, and they could just build up to that point again!
In between kisses, Ingo described what he saw, trying to mesh the double vision into one understandable image. His description was as messy as his sight, and eventually they decided that Emmet leading Ingo home now would be the best course of action.
As the days progressed, there were some days where Ingo’s double vision subsided completely. Most days, however, he saw one world blurrier than the other, and it was a good day if it wasn’t Hisui in focus. On the worst of the days, Ingo would wear a blindfold, specially designed for longer stints of wear, and be guided around by Emmet. With a little bit of practice, and adjustment of the space usually between them, Ingo was capable of following Emmet without always holding his hand. It was an understandable circumstance to hold hands, but they saved the contact for when it was particularly crowded, or when they were in their office. Ingo just felt more comfortable that way, and Emmet would always do what he could to make his beloved twin feel good.
One thing Emmet began to notice, however, was that when Ingo wore the blindfold, he was verrrry sensitive to touch. The sensitivity was heightened even more when he wasn’t expecting it. He found himself coming up behind his twin quietly, whispering whatever he wanted to say into Ingo’s ear, and enjoying the shiver that tickled along Ingo’s whole body. It was cute, and quite unexpected.
At the moment, Ingo was deep in thought, knuckle up to his mouth and coat off. The blindfold was an elegant, stylized design based on train tracks made out of velvet, with a soft, replaceable padding to protect Ingo’s closed eyes. Ingo had chosen silk as the fabric that rested against his face, and Emmet found it all very beautiful. It was a shame that he only wore it because it was unbearable to do so otherwise.
But for now, he made his footsteps as silent as possible, and when he was within reach, he traced his finger up from Ingo’s tailbone to in between his shoulder blades. The thin fabric of their button-up shirts added to the tickle, and Ingo jumped with a soft “A-ah!” He had no choice, after that sound, but to press himself up against Ingo’s back, wrap his arms around his brother’s waist. “Emmet?!” Ingo sputtered out, even though it could be no one else.
In response, he brushed his lips against his older brother’s nape. He could feel Ingo’s undershirt move beneath the button-up as he circled his fingertips over his twin’s sides. The sensation made Ingo writhe in his grip, and red tinted the tips of his ears. “Nii-san~” he all but purred against the back of Ingo’s neck, encouraged by Ingo’s voice catching. “I did all the paperwork. I’m verrrry good!”
Ingo turned to face him, as if that would stop his light touches. In reality, it just brought his lower back more into Emmet’s range. He ghosted his lips against Ingo’s chin to his jawline. “You were most efficient before lunchtime, Emmet. Bravo!” Ingo’s statement would have sounded casual, if not for the little huffs of breath that were beginning to catch on his words. They’d set alarms for Ingo to reference the time, and he took to it quite well - while he was not exact, he was usually within a few minutes of the correct time.
“I should be given a present. For being a good boy.” Making to pull back from Ingo, he slid his fingertips from Ingo’s back to his front, lifting his touch away from the skin in irregular intervals as he did.
“Y-yes, I think you should.” With the blindfold on, Ingo couldn’t see Emmet’s mischievous grin. And with the blindfold on, Emmet’s present was going to be just as much Ingo’s present.
