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Why is Jiang YueLou the "Killer"?
Do you think that Chen YuZhi's death is the full consequence of Jiang YueLou's initial attempt to half-kill him? That the embodiment of his pride-turned-pain and vice versa is how he could not save the people that he loved? That he cherished? That gave him meaning? That saved his life?
That the essence of Jiang YueLou as the "killer" isn't just because of the blood on his hands, but because he was never able to save the people that mattered to him?
His trusted subtordinates, who both died in battle alongside him. Sun YongRen. Song Rong.
The figure and mentor that took him in which became his family after he lost his first one. Bai JinBo.
His mother whom he grieved before, during, and after their reunion. Jiang ShenNan.
Chen YuZhi.
Perhaps it really was his strong sense of justice that pulled him to do it... maybe it is his first priority to take the odds with the only chance he had. His bureaucratic ideals were something long planned after all. But.
Do you think that for what he did to Chen YuZhi, specifically, Jiang YueLou was given karma for not preparing or warning the other beforehand? That he only had to believe that the other would be okay fully knowing in his field of work, it would almost always end otherwise? That YueLou's recklessness was a risk he was willing to make that took YuZhi's warm and careful humanness for granted?
That YueLou took YuZhi for granted, because the latter was the "healer" who was supposedly going to be fine until the very end, until he was not?
I think that at the finale of it all, YueLou was tired. He could not save his friends and family. Not even the person that faithfully remained with him throughout everything which occurred and helped him achieve his glory. Maybe YueLou knew that there was nothing else that could heal YuZhi. So he laid there, beside the love of his life, and stayed.
Because if Jiang YueLou could not save Chen YuZhi, he would at least stay with him and not take him for granted one last time.
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additional: i think it would be a great thing to note how keying was alive. all this time. (interesting writing tbh) so chen keying basically gave his life, as the healer, and did manage to save the people around him. the people that meant most to him.
yes, chu ran died. that's a whole other thing and her own distinct person and arc. but. i'd like to emphasize that i think chu ran is one of yuzhi's greatest friends. therefore, he managed to save the two just right above that friendship. chen keying. jiang yuelou. his family.
(i wrote this mid-brainrot at almost sunrise after finishing the series lmao anw i still hate the ending, make the girls and gays happy tsk) (anw i'd like to hear ur thoughts!)
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Zhan junbai giving off immaculate hannibal vibes
#its the small smiles he gives when hes just succeeded at something minor#and also the way he shot a girl in the head when i was so so so sure he was in love with her brother#lowkey want a hannibal crossover fic now#killer and healer#killer and healer spoilers
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I NEEDED TO FEEL SOMETHING, so I decided to rewatch Killer and Healer.
I have honestly forgotten how it truly ended because, in my mind, yuelou and yuzhi are now living their best gay life together. But this time I haven't been able to skip the last 7 minutes of the show and I know my eyes, and my heart will never be the same anymore........... I'm a different person now. </3 Leave me alone, please. 😩😭
#killer and healer#chen yuzhi#jiang yuelou#yuezhi#please this is too much 🤧#it's a spoiler so don't ever go there if you don't want to see any of this 😘
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MM deserves his fucking flowers for episode 6 like the range -
#the boys#the boys s3#the boys s3 spoilers#from the reveal of what soldier boy did tied to his ocd#to the splooge cannon#which i now get why he was tagged on the lube lol#to his fight with billy and then how he left once annie asked to go help people because he is not a KILLER he is a HEALER
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A Brilliant Color From A Voiceless Völundr
[Jack The Ripper x Nezuko!reader] [platonic]
Warnings: violence, hurt/comfort, ooc, spoilers for season 2
Special thanks to @onecantsimply and @nyxthehunterxdblog for providing feedback/edits to make this best possible fic it can be.
The battle was over. Another victory for humanity, and another god swallowed by their opponent’s malice.
But was the outcome worth it all in the end?
Jack the Ripper would remain despised as a psychotic serial killer who sent Heracles’ soul to Niflhel. A sentiment that both human and godly spectators shared when they slandered him in the arena, screaming to give their beloved hero back to them. When one rock bludgeoned Jack across the temple, more of them followed in a steady shower. The crimson vortex of the audience’s emotions only grew stronger, much bigger, when he bowed to them with a wide grin stretched across his bloodied mouth.
Just when a rotten tomato then hurled towards him, a clawed hand caught it in midair. He blinked in surprise, seeing a young lady standing near him protectively and growling through her bamboo muzzle, [Hair Color] locks and [Favorite Color] kimono covered with just as much sweat and blood as him.
[First Name]. His Völundr.
Although he had been informed by Brunhilde that his partner for the fight against Heracles was to be a young lady by the name of Hlokk, certain…circumstances had happened. In short, the aforementioned Valkyrie refused to bond with him because of his reputation even when the existence - or annihilation - of humans was at stake in this Ragnarok. Although Brunhilde struggled with this sticky situation at the last minute when her younger sisters also refused under the same excuse, she found a willing volunteer in [First Name]. Thurd tried to argue with Brunhilde, protesting that their sibling’s mental state was still delicate, yet the latter refused to compromise further.
She knew [First Name] was much stronger than the other Valkyries gave her credit for. Brunhilde could never forgive the gods for the unspeakable crime they had committed against [First Name]….but if that malice can be harnessed as a weapon, then so be it. The healer who had overlooked her sister’s mental conditioning assured her that the hypnosis was perfected.
Her enemies were the gods who acted high and mighty. [First Name] would protect the humans as if they were her family. But if a human acted maliciously against her, cripple but do not kill them.
Dropping the fruit, [First Name] swiveled around and stood in front of Jack, her small back facing him. Before he had a chance to speak to her, she leaned down and hooked his legs around her middle, keeping a steady grip as she stood up at her full height, dashing towards the arena’s exit, carrying him as if he were a small child and not a gentleman with his arms around her shoulders just so he wouldn’t fall backwards. Jack felt a small twinge of embarrassment at their current situation…though how could he have the heart to tell [First Name] otherwise when she was so earnest in doing this?
“Much obliged for your assistance, young lady.”
[First Name] did not say anything and just kept running down the marbled corridor towards the medical wing. If it weren’t for the slight squeeze of his legs, Jack would have thought that she was ignoring him.
“I am aware that you cannot speak, given your current…situation, though would you allow me to express my gratitude?” Another squeeze prompted Jack to continue. “Thank you. Firstly, I did not expect such…support from you in the fight, young lady. ‘Tis one thing to allow me to change anything into a weapon against the gods, but to also harness the power of fire with my piano wire and knives as a conduit? Quite brilliant against a god of immeasurable strength.” Jack frowned. “Yet with this victory…I’ll never see that color of his ever again, will I? It’s funny, really. I reveled in seeing that beautiful color when life was being drained from the people I’ve killed, yet now…all I feel is remorse for extinguishing that light from Heracles. Fate is a funny thing, isn’t it?”
Silence fell between the human and his Völundr for the rest of the way to the medical bay. Nurses were already standing by the double doors, prepped to heal humanity’s representative immediately. When [First Name] lowered him to the ground, he almost expected her to leave and go about her business. But just when he followed the medical personnel inside, the Valkyrie stood in front of him.
Standing on her tiptoes, [First Name] carefully pulled Jack down to her height before her clawed hands stretched forward to cup his face. She stared at him long and hard, [Eye Color] orbs reflecting neither malice, exhaustion, or grief. Instead, they shined with pride and concern as her fingers gently caressed the bloodied, bruised skin.
Like a loving parent would act towards their child.
Although her actions made him speechless, it shocked Jack even more to see the bright and warm yellow light circulating around [First Name]’s body. The very same color Heracles possessed right up to his untimely demise by Dear God. How was this even possible?
“You -”
“There you are!” A voice boomed before [First Name] was suddenly lifted up in the air by two large hands coiled around her waist. The culprit was an enormous green-eyed woman with reddish-orange hair pulled back in a braid and fitted crimson armor. Although his Völundr wiggled around her grasp she did not try to harm the stranger. Instead, she appeared…annoyed?
Jack blinked, seeing a pair of pristine wings jutting out from the woman’s back. Ah, she must be one of the Valkyries. What was her name again? Hrist? No, that was the samurai’s Völundr. Then who…
“Lady Thrud!” A nurse squeaked.
The Valkyrie hummed in acknowledgement before she turned her attention to [First Name], a frown stretched across her face.
“You were fearless in the match, my dear sister. I am proud of you. But there is a difference between being brave and needlessly reckless!” A whine emitted from [First Name]’s muzzle as she began to wiggle again in Thrud’s grasp, only to have the older woman tighten her grip ever so slightly on the Ripper’s Völundr. “Don’t you dare say that you are fine! I was in the arena when you were carrying him out, and I know your side is still bleeding! We might be able to heal ourselves, sister, but we are not invincible. Which is why you are coming with me to for a medical checkup, now.”
[First Name] mewled pitifully in response, stubbornly trying to pry herself free until a pained groan spewed from her muzzle. Thrud looked down and huffed. “See? This is what happens when you do not listen to your elders.”
Jack could only watch in slight amusement and worry as the Valkyries bickered for a bit longer till [First Name] finally agreed to be taken away to a separate section in the human’s area to be healed. It was obvious that she wanted to stay with him. Although he was touched with her concern, he wanted his Völundr to get some proper rest. She needed to, should they ever be summoned again to fight for humanity’s sake.
As Thrud walked away from the medical wing with [First Name] in her arms, she peeked over the giantess’ shoulder and waved at him enthusiastically, her voice muffled by the muzzle before she winced, earning another scolding from Thrud.
Jack chuckled and waved back, watching the two figures grow smaller as they traveled further down the corridor before he walked inside the hospital wing. Who would have thought that a black-hearted monster like him would kill a god, and yet be saved by the loving touch of a voiceless Valkyrie? He certainly did not deserve it. Perhaps…this is the ultimate punishment bestowed upon him by God.
Bonus Content:
Once he was healed, Jack took it upon himself to bake a homemade apple pie to share with [First Name]. It took him plus Hrist and Kojiro to persuade the terrified Valkyrie that it was not Brunhilde’s specially made pies.
[First Name] was allowed to eat and drink without her muzzle so long as she was not within the vicinity of the gods or else she would (possibly) go berserk upon seeing them.
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#snv x reader#record of ragnarok x reader#record of ragnarok#jack the ripper record of ragnarok#shuumatsu no valkyrie#fluff#record of ragnarok fluff#snv jack the ripper#snv#jack the ripper#ror x reader
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Primera sangre; Barrenclan's manuscripts - Asphodelpaw (from Pinepaw and the Forgotten World)
Another awesome read in the works! This time is PATFW, a story written and illustrated by Razmerry, originated from a clan generator challenge. You can read the comic here @barrenclan and watch the very first video here https://youtu.be/PXYqVdXKVx0?si=1q4I_DVbBrzlfWD1 .
Barrenclan is formed by a small group of cats that live together in a desolate wasteland, struggling to survive. Pinepaw, our main character and healer apprentice, feels the need to discover why they're trapped in such a suffocating place, both literally and metaphorically speaking, so he can change his clanmates's future for the better. What's waiting outside their territory? Will Pinepaw be able to find his place in his clan? And who's this mysterious Cormorantpaw?
What I drew is down below. Warnings for: spoilers of issue 32, blood, animal death, throat injury (all in a cartoon style).
I was inspired by Mozarabic art found in manuscripts (very pretty, sadly I didn't come close to recreate it correctly), and I got the idea of the last Barrenclan's survivors trying to recreate their history through a codex, recalling the first deaths that preceded their clash with Defiance. "Primera sangre" means "first blood" and is a term used by hunters to determine who gets the hunted animal based on the first injury it had. I thought it fitted Asphodel in that regard, due to the nature of the Defiance and the fact that, even if other animals harm her corpse, the killer will always be Rainhaze, her own uncle.
It's safe to say that this death hurt me like a brick to the face (in a good way!). Asphodel was my favourite in terms of design and development, and it was so refreshing to see a female character talk about how she simply didn't want to be a mother, even if her surroundings pressured her to it. I wish she was alive to develop further, but that's what happens when you write a cruel story, good characters die. Let's hope that her sister Daffodil is more lucky! I may draw her another time, because she's adorable and her conflicts are so interesting (and harsh, sadly).
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Law’s Novel-Thoughts
Spoilers ahead!!
An unedited ramble
I’m just going to be honest and say I was kinda disappointed. I feel like this story had so much more potential that kinda just went down the drain. I think it had a really good idea but didn’t see it through. Like the first part of the story made me hooked. I was interested in his childhood, how he met Bepo, Shachi and Penguin, and Wolf. I thought how they got a job and trained was neat. But, I felt like the whole stuff with Wolf and his son wasn’t necessary. It answered a lot of questions about like the submarine and how they got their name as the heart pirates and how Law got his tattoos (which was super random to me LOL). It’s nice seeing that despite it all, he’s still a kid.
Also idk if it was just me, but I felt like in the beginning he really tried to not rely on his powers unless he absolutely needed to.
I guess overall it really changed the way I see Law as a character. It made me feel good that I’m taking his character in the right direction, obviously with some tweaking for romance and fluff purposes, but it just made me feel good that I get his character.
He’s a lot like Batman I guess.
After doing some research last week, I think his character just makes sense for me full circle.
Below, are all just my thoughts for why he did these things LOL
His drastic change of character is most likely due to the fact that he’s finally realizing that he needs to go back to Dressrosa. The start of his long plan is in motion, and emotionally and mentally it’s very demanding. He has to be serious (or at least he tells himself that). He’s living in the “now” and he can’t slack off.
Also despite it all he did sort of go against his convictions by stealing those hundred hearts. He probably did not want to do it, but it was the best way. And he didn’t want to kill, so he only stole their hearts. It’s why he’s called “Dr. Heart Stealer” and not “Dr. Person Killer” LOL. Again he’s like Batman. He doesn’t wish death upon others, it’s a reminder for himself that death will always be near him. Just how important life is, and to give him courage, all so he can protect others. “Putting himself in the frontlines/harms way”.
He doesn’t like making mistakes.
He’s a really good guy. But things will catch up to him and change him. He’s still a child at heart who wasn’t able to properly grow up, even with Wolf. He was always made to be the leader, always felt the responsibility to take care of others and hide his emotions because they’re “silly”. He doesn’t want to be seen as weak.
He’s focused and he’s not wanting to waste time. He thinks about a plan and listens to others.
Still, he’s bratty, he’s traumatized, and he needs to remember that others are there for him.
He struggles asking for help. It takes a bit to build up trust with him, but once he sees the good in you, he’ll validate you. It’s okay to make mistakes.
And lastly is that he wants to live. He wants to protect people and he does see the good in people. He judges people on their character and focuses on their morals. He doesn’t like fighting, he’s a protector and a healer. That’s his role as a surgeon. He’s giving it his all.
I think for my fanfic, I want Reader to serve as a reminder that it’s okay to be emotional. It’s okay to step down and be on the same level as others. And when he finally starts to fall in love, he starts to experience these things.
Overall it’s definitely a nice read. I skimmed over a lot of the fight sequences, really only paying attention to like Law’s dialogue and inner thoughts. There’s still a lot to his character I have yet to nail down, so it’ll be a process of trial and error.
#one piece#op#one piece art#trafalgar law#trafalgar one piece#trafalgardwaterlaw#law x reader#trafalgar d law x reader#corazon#corazon op#trafalgar op#one piece law#law one piece
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One Piece, ATLA!AU
I was sick today, one brain cell left as I finished The Legend of Korra (Warrick best boi), here's where my poor mind went. No judgment. (very very mild spoilers for Korra)
One Piece x Avatar, the Last Airbender!
Air Nomads
Luffy (avatar)
Nami
Urouge (airbender)
Marco (airbender)
Dragon (airbender)
Koby
Sengoku (airbender)
Eneru (lightingbender)
Konis
Wiper (airbender)
Rayleigh
Pudding
Fire Nation
Sakazuki (firebender, firelord, blue fire)
Zoro
Drake (firebender)
Kaido (lightingbender)
Mihawk
Ace (firebender)
Sabo (firebender)
Kizaru (lightingbender)
Garp
Isuka
Perona (airbender, spiritual)
Moria
Heat (firebender)
Wire
Oven (firebender)
Ulti
Page One
Izou
Baby 5
King (firebender)
Earth Kingdom
Usopp
Chopper
Kid (metalbender)
Killer
Apoo (earthbender)
Blackbeard (bloodbender)
Big Mom
Whitebeard (earthbender)
Kuma
Bonney
Crocodile (sandbender)
Fujitora
Vivi
Katakuri (lavabender)
Queen
Sai
Bartolomeo (metalbender)
Water Tribes
Jinbe (waterbender)
Brook (waterbender)
Law (bloodbender, master healer)
Hawkins (bloodbender)
Shanks
Hancock
Doflamingo (bloodbender)
Rocinante
Koala
Ryokugyu (plantbender)
Tsuru
Shakky
Cavendish
Shirahoshi (waterbender)
Republic City
Sanji
Robin
Franky (metalbender)
Bege
Buggy
Reiju (waterbender)
Ichiji (firebender)
Niji (lightingbender)
Yonji (earthbender)
Vegapunk
Ivankov
Smoker (airbender)
Tashigi
Grus (earthbender)
Hibari
Caesar Clown (airbender)
Birdie
Lucci (lavabender)
Iceburg (mayor)
#I don't know why I did this#one piece x atla#one piece x avatar the last airbender#one piece atla au#I probably forgot some main character
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can we talk abt how the poem yuzhi recites (picking mulberries by lu benzhong) before yuelou gets shot at the dock, it isn't actually about grief and just more about yearning. the poet however has written poems of grief for his wife's death.
...then compare this info with how yuzhi himself dies which does not mirror the author's life at all. obv it's not like it's suppoooosed to or some shit but still. really
#killer and healer#killer and healer spoilers#why did HE get to die (or literally anyone at all) just stop
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OH MY GOD HES SAN YR I THOUGHT HE WAS A GOOD GUY
#zhan junbai what the fuck i was falling in love with you#hes playing chess while everyone else is playing darts oh man#i hope pretty boy opera singer gets to shoot him at least once#killer and healer#killer and healer spoilers#ODJFJDJDKSJS I CANT BELIEVE IT THO
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Assosiation Survaillance member ! CHI Drabbles.
(Probably what won't be shown in the second one-shot as a prevy to Yes I'm the killer(and what are you going to do about it?) lmao)
There will be spoilers to the plot that will happen when I finish the wip so fair warning if you don't want the story spoiled. If you do that's also fine.
Jinhae + Chulwoo + Platonic Chulhae
One year ago, Jinchul had dragged Haein to help her convince a certain B rank healer to participate in the gates.
She had a constant fear of even going inside one of them so Haein had to be there to help her, and that's how they slowly became acquaintances.
Song I and Juhee train alongside Haein in Song Chi-Yul's dojo.
Song I gets adopted halfway through the fic by Mr Song because of her economic issues.
A pop quiz of who Jinwoo's possible love interest is becomes the most popular betting pool in the entire world.
Jinah gets her own car and crashes it in the same day. It was not her fault really.
Jinwoo tries to name his child Kim Dokja because it he wants his child to be an independent kid. and Haein + Jinchul stare down at him like he just vaporized their entire families out of existence (they are orphans)
Haein Jinchul orphan solidarity.
Haein Jinchul fake marriage to own a house and have sleepovers. (Capitalism has killed them.)
Go Gunhee is biologically no ones father but emotionally Haein and Jinchul's father.
Cha Haein fighting Goto in a business suit.
Every business suit she owns was actually bought in the same place where Jinchul bought his own.
They are very warm.
Yes Cha wears crocks (Jinchul ain't gonna make her have another ankle injury with high heels, fuck everyone else.) Nobody can say anything about it.
Jinwoo almost cries when he sees they actually share matching night gowns. They are dinosaurs. That secret stays in the grave with them.
Cha Haein actually DID puke upon smelling Jinchul for the first time.
Gina levitate Jinah to make her feel happy.
Shimizu blogs the entire Japan Crisis arc.
Kanae and Haein baddass women solidarity.
Juhee throws a middle finger to the Architect.
Song I jumping with Jinah out of the five story building that is their school.
Song I gets to ride tank.
Kei gifts Haein a hello kitty gas mask.
Christopher Jonas and Siddharth get saved by Il Hwan.
Aw Cha almost committing her first murder (Hwang dongsoo for Jin-Ho's sake) but Jinwoo got there to stop her and do it for her.
Aw Jinchul stayed three days in the hospital waiting for Jinwoo to wake up and the moment he does he passes out (architect and reawakening shenanigans after the Double Dungeon)
Aw Haein and Jinchul dragged Jinwoo out of the Dragon dimension before he died.
Aw Jinchul killed The Frost Monarch to avenge Gunhee and Jinwoo's deaths despite the massive amount of damage he took in everything.
Aw Jinwoo literally crossed all dimensions to the world tree just so that Jinchul doesn't die for such tomfoolery.
Aw Haein and Jinchul hug after the raid of Jeju Island where Jinchul didn't know who lived or died due to the cameras being cut off.
Aw Haein and Jinchul making dinner for the first time post the Monarch war for Jinwoo.
Shit we cry at the epilogue.
No rewind shenanigans.
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the assassin's blade - sarah j mass
I started reading this book series back in 2020, I immersed myself in the universe and fell in love with it, but for some reasons, I had stopped at the book "the assassin's blade", I was discouraged from continuing with the series because this book was the #0.5, I always had the idea that I would have to go back and reread all of them if I started this one. now, three years later, I decided to go back and the feelings are the same, I felt inside the universe.
I want to start talking about celaena's personality, at first I thought she was boring, spoiled and arrogant, but soon I came to understand and love her. I identify with her a lot and one of the things I've always liked about her character is her ability to be an incredible killer and still enjoy luxuries, tidiness and clothing, all of which tend to be the opposite of all the book heroines. I loved her construction, I say that, about this book and the other 3 I've read, I'm looking forward to reading the next one.
it is hard to read a book in which you already know the future of the characters, there is always that feeling that the reading is moving towards the inevitable sadness, you struggle not to get attached to anyone, but it is impossible.
As for the short stories, I loved them too. I found it amazing how each one of them contributed to celaena's develpment. the pirate king was great to introduce her character, at first I found her so arrogant and full of herself, I ended the story wanting to be her, I thought it was amazing what she did for the slaves. the healer one was my favorite, I loved celaena's involvement with yrene, I think each one taught a lot to another in that encounter, I really hope to see more of yrene in the next books. for me, the tale of the desert was the finalization of celaena's journey of learning, there celaena learned so much... about assassin's skills, friendship, compassion, I thought it was a great tale to close her journey.
spoiler ahead
from there it's downhill, I was waiting for the moment when some shit was going to happen, and when it did I wasn't prepared.
I read three books in which Celaena spoke of Sam's death and even so I felt the shock at the time of his death, I found myself rooting for them to complete the mission and leave together (how? I don't know lol).
it hurt so much knowing how much he was tortured and how celaena was after that, and it hurt even more to understand the origin of “my name is celaena sardothien, and I will not be afraid.”
my rating was 4.5/5, I won't be rereading the first three books in the series, I've seen almost 3 hours of summaries of books 1, 2 and 3 and I feel ready to dive into queen of shadows.
#bookblr#books#quotes#livros#review#resenha#sarah j mass#romance#fantasy#throne of glass#heir of fire#crown of midnight
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Oh wow a new fic! So who are the new characters? I recognize Bella and Daisy from their art posts and the floral fic you write.
So Kage and Yume are from the verse we've listed as Ukiyoverse, which I've talked about more here. Their sibverse relationship is... Complicated, to put it mildly. In the new timeline (which I refer to as harem timeline in my own notes) their relationship is a lot better however they were the twin princes of Ukiyo, which was recently conquered by the "demon king" Darius. Several other Ukiyoverse characters will appear as well- Yuki, Kumo, Hokori (Dust), and Kira (Killer)
The "main verse" characters consist of Nox and Reve, who are twin emperors of the Apple Kingdom, their younger brothers Star and Glass, and both the adult and child versions of the bad Sanses and Star Sanses.
Then you have Coder, who is Shard's Ink. In sibverse Coder is a chaos gremlin Ink with the ability to access code, hence his nickname. In this timeline he is a spy with shadow abilities. Shard will be appearing as well. You also have Swad and Swan, who are VERY different from sibverse due to some biiiiig spoilers
Of the Floralverse characters we have Bella (Nightmare) and Daisy (Dream), who are assigned to look after Yume and Kage, and Cam (Camellia, Ink) who is assisting the castle doctors Cura (a healer Ink), Scifi, and Jūi (Scifi and Jūi are his spouses, which is a relationship you'll find in both timelines). Coder and Cam are twins as well in the harem timeline, due to certain spoilers in sibverse.
In addition to that there are quite a few that haven't been introduced yet, but can are mentioned here. And Momo, an unusual skeleton with the ability to see the future and pretty friggin incredible magic.
#sibverse#cycleverse#dreamtale dream#nightmare sans#dream sans#dreamtale nightmare#ink sans#floralverse
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Is There a Doctor on this Plane? (Yes, yes there is.) - P1 | Eddie Munson x Reader
Plot: Eddie runs right into danger like an idiot. Luckily, you just so happen to be a doctor- or a med student, at least. [Eddie Munson x Gender Neutral!Reader] Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
Word count: 4,103
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR STRANGER THINGS SEASON FOUR, VOLUME 2. blood and violence, mild gore, descriptions of medical procedures, brief, brief character death
Disclaimer: Uh, yeah, fuck netflix, and fuck whoever came up with having a "stranger things experience" in a former n*zi prison where jewish and romani people were exterminated. that's an incredibly fucked up thing to do, and i do not support or endorse it.
A/N: This is a fix it for the end of season four. It's also the first of three parts. i would've made it one part, but i get the sense that one big part exceeding like, 5k words would be a teensy bit too long, y'feel? anyway, PART 2 IS OUT NOW
Tags: @twistedhistory
Eddie Munson was a menace, but he was your menace, so you let that slide. Every single time you talked about getting into medical school, he would gently make fun of you. Of course, his jokes were rarely at your expense. Instead, he usually chose to make fun of the medical world- and honestly, most of the time he had a point. The medical system was (and is) fucked up and very easy to make fun of.
But that was why you wanted to become a doctor, as you had explained to him so many times. You wanted to change the world of medicine for the better. More than that, you wanted to do better; to protect and care for the people that the medical system failed. You wanted to do good for the world- you wanted to save some part of it. To save the people left behind.
Whenever you talked about it, Eddie would always crack a smile. Not a teasing grin, but a genuine smile. Of course, he would continue to tease you after, but he had to admit, your desperation to save others was one of the things he loved most about you. You were so optimistic and so borderline naive, and you wanted to do good so badly. You were nothing less than a hero to him, and in his eyes, you were worth so much more than he could ever be.
He couldn’t tell you that, though- not unless he was super fucking high, which he rarely was around you. Instead, he teased you lovingly, supported you silently, and always let you play healers in DnD.
And you loved it. You loved him. He genuinely believed in you, and he understood you in a way almost no one else did- and you believed in him. You encouraged him in all things. You took his side in almost every debate, almost every argument. And he was so loud and so weird, and you fucking loved it. Even when he made fun of you, he did it differently from everyone else. To you, he was perfect, and he was worth the world itself.
But you didn’t tell him that. You wouldn’t tell him that unless one of you was on death’s fucking door, banging on it, and trying to get in. Yes, that is foreshadowing, but you didn’t think it was at the time. Instead, you supported him loudly, loved him silently, and played DnD even though you despised how much of the game was left to chance.
You spent your years in high school like this, happy and quietly in love. And then, when you did graduate (and when he didn’t) he made one last joke about you going off to become a doctor- which, of course, you were. You can’t remember the joke, but you can remember that you laughed, and told him that he would regret teasing you one day.
You fucking hated being right.
Two years after you graduated, you went home for spring break. Things went to shit surprisingly fast. You thought the worst things waiting for you in Hawkins would be judgy conservative relatives and neighbours. Alas, things were a little worse than that.
Within hours, you learned about the existence of alternate dimensions, bloodthirsty monsters, and supernatural serial killers who were out for the blood of teens. That was already an awful situation, but of course, it had to get worse. Eddie, your beloved menace, had gotten himself accused of murder. What’s more, he had also become the target of a town-wide manhunt! Delightful! Just fucking delightful.
Not long after your worldview was flipped, bent, and broken, you found yourself in the Upside Down, distracting demobats with Eddie and the freshman he’d apparently adopted. For a med student, a metalhead, and a high schooler, you actually put up a pretty good fight. Or at least you were until the demobats broke into Eddie’s trailer.
He shoved you and Dustin behind him, slamming the door to his bedroom shut before hurrying the two of you through the gate and back into the normal world.
“Come on, Eddie,” your voice shook in several places, but you ignored it, “Get up, come on.”
His hands were on the makeshift rope. He was so close, so close- but he stopped. Why did he stop?
“You’re so close, Eddie, let’s go!!!” Dustin yelled, jumping up and down beside you.
With a last look to you and Dustin, Eddie let go of the rope. Then he cut it down.
“Eddie! What are you doing!? Eddie, no!”
“Eddie-? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, you fucking asshole!” your hands carded through your hair as you watched Eddie move the mattress on his side of the gate, effectively trapping you and Dustin.
“Eddie, stop! Eddie, stop! Stop, stop!” the kid was losing his mind at your side.
You genuinely couldn’t blame him- especially when Eddie turned to the both of you and said, “I’m buying more time.”
Trash can shield braced on his arm, he ran out of view as you and the kid screamed after him.
“Shit, that idiot!” you pulled yourself and the kid back, looking around frantically for something to help you get back into the Upside Down. Thinking quickly, the kid grabbed a nearby chair and got ready to jump through the gate.
Before he could, you grabbed the back of his shirt, “Hang on, kid, if anything happens to you, Eddie’ll kill me.”
“HE MIGHT NOT LIVE TO KILL YOU, LET ME GO!”
“Let me go first!” you yelled, “You can follow me after, just let me put the mattress back, okay?”
Dustin nodded, and just like that, you were making your way through the portal. You fell hard, probably spraining your ankle on the way down. You bit your lip to muffle your scream of shock and pain. Your lungs pulled in the foul air around you desperately as you tried to control your breathing and numb yourself to the pain. You had to get up- Eddie needed you.
With some difficulty, you pulled yourself up from the ground and manoeuvred the mattress into position. Once you gave Dustin the all-clear, he jumped, landing safely and with a dull thud. You gave him a hand up, and without another word, the two of you ran out the door after your dumbass metalhead.
He wasn’t hard to find. A hurricane of bats swirled before you. A sickening cacophony of screeches and shrieks filled the air. Above it all, you swore you could hear him screaming. He must’ve been in the eye of the storm, stranded behind a wall of monsters, separated entirely from you and Dustin. You and the kid ran for the swarm, screaming Eddie’s name as you went. The bats paid you no mind, choosing to focus on their current prey instead. With no other choice available to you, you shoved Dustin behind you.
“STAY THERE, I’LL BE RIGHT BACK!”
“(Y/N), NO!”
Taking a page out of Eddie’s book, you sprinted into danger, running through the demobats until you found what you were looking for.
Your voice cracked when his name left your lips. He was pinned down, all of his limbs held in the tails of those fucking bats. He struggled, but there wasn’t much he could do- he was trapped. Your screams joined his as more monsters descended on him, tearing into his skin. They were going to kill him if you kept standing there- they were going to kill your best friend.
You weren’t about to let that shit fly.
Picking up the weapon he dropped, you ripped into the bats, taking out as many as you could. You pulled them off of Eddie, stabbing, striking, and sending the bats into the endless abyss of death. One by one, the bats turned their attention to you. Scratching and tearing, they attacked without mercy- but you were no different. You were ruthless, a violent beast, slaughtering monsters left and right. You felt nothing as the creatures ripped into your flesh. You felt nothing as they bit down into your shoulders and arms. What you did feel, within every part of you, within every cell of your body, was pure blind rage.
You were almost inhuman- a monster to some, and a god to others, but at the end of the day, you could still be taken off balance. A lucky demobat got the best of you, knocking you to the ground and shredding your skin. You cried out in surprise, landing on your side in a weird way- if your ankle wasn’t sprained before, it definitely was now.
You put your arms up as the bat attacked your face. It pushed you further into the ground, and you screamed as you tried to fight it off. Another bat attacked your thigh, ripping another pained yelp from your throat. You could feel them breaking you, now- and thanks to your medical knowledge, you could tell exactly what they were doing to you.
As the bats swarmed, you started to wonder if this was the end for you. Honestly, dying here wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. You would go out on your own terms, and at Eddie’s side. You couldn’t complain about that.
Dustin and Eddie could, though! The former burst through the torrent of bats and tore the creatures off of you before helping you to your feet.
“KID? I TOLD YOU TO STAY PUT!” you yelled over the screeches of the swarm.
“THAT’S A WEIRD WAY OF SAYING THANK YOU!”
With a laugh, you and Dustin turned, standing back to back at Eddie’s side. Together, you fought off every single creature that even dared to try to attack your small group. It was rough, but it didn’t last forever. Eventually, the bats stopped mid-air, struck down by something none of you could see. They fell to the ground, creating a rainstorm of monster corpses. You pulled Dustin close to you, shielding both him and Eddie with a combination of your own body and one of the makeshift shields.
The moment the corpse rain ended, you dropped to your knees. A small cry escaped your lips, but your own pain was put out of your mind the second you saw Eddie’s face. You were slowly going into shock. Your hands shook. You felt sick.
“Eddie!” Dustin cried, kneeling at his friend’s side, “Eddie! Oh, god, Eddie-”
Red covered Eddie’s face, his neck, his stomach. He was losing blood fast, and from your place at his side, you couldn’t even take in all of his injuries. From the weak wet sounds he was making, you had to assume that there were worse wounds that you couldn’t even see. He struggled to move, to breathe, to live,
Dustin took Eddie into his arms, holding onto him as the older boy choked on his own blood. You felt helpless- of course you did, you were watching the person you loved most in the world die in the arms of a friend. Your heart was breaking in a million places, and you didn’t know what to do.
And then, you remembered. You were supposed to become a doctor.
“Bad, huh?” Eddie asked, his voice catching slightly.
“No! No, no, no, no, no, you’re gonna be fine, we just gotta get you to a hospital, okay?” Dustin tried to reassure both himself and his dying friend.
You, however, took a different tactic.
“Yeah, it’s fucking bad, Eds, you tried to take on a horde of monsters on your own,” your voice shook as you spoke, but you tried to ignore it. Turning yourself slightly, you gently took Eddie from Dustin’s arms, lying him flat on the ground so you could work.
“Dustin, I need you to go get my bag, I dropped it before we ran into the bats.”
“I- But- but I-” the kid stuttered, hesitant to leave Eddie when he was in this state. You understood completely, but right now, you needed him to act.
“It’ll be fine, kid, I’ll take care of him, just go get my bag,” your confidence was growing by the second, and Dustin could hear it in your voice.
With a final, “I’ll be right back, buddy, just hang on, okay?” Dustin ran off to get your bag for you.
And then, you and Eddie were alone.
You started peeling his jacket away from his bloodied skin, clearing space for you to examine and patch up his wounds. He was far from silent, groaning through gritted teeth as you worked over him.
When you looked at his face, though, he was smiling. Tears pooled in his eyes as he asked, “I didn’t run away this time, right?”
“No. No, no, no, baby, you didn’t run away. You ran straight into danger like a moron, but-” your voice cracked, “I’ll admit, it was brave. Real hero shit.”
With the blade of a nearby spear, you tore open his shirt. At another time, and in another place, you may have blushed at seeing his chest. Now, though, you had to hold in your gasp at the state of his body. He was torn up just about everywhere. Blood pooled in deep wounds, and for a second, you wondered if you could actually save him. You shook the doubt from your mind- it wouldn’t help anyone now. You needed to stay focused on one thing, and that one thing was saving Eddie.
“Well, here we are again,” he sighed, “The hero and the healer. Roll for initiative.”
You laughed, through your tears, frantically trying to blink them out of your eyes. Hearing Eddie, who was usually so loud and full of life, sound so quiet, so scared- it made you want to cling onto him and sob. You reminded yourself that you would have time for that later. For now, though, you had to-
“I love you, y’know? I want you to know that.”
That did it. You stifled a sob as you replied, “I know. I know, baby, I love you too-”
“And I love all your weird doctor shit. I-I know you’re gonna save so many people. And I know your handwriting’s gonna go to hell, so maybe take a class-”
“You’re gonna regret making fun of me, Munson,” you said through a mix of laughter and tears, “I swear to god. Now shut up and save your strength.”
“You always say that,” he whispered. His eyes closed for a moment, and although he was still breathing, it scared you out of your mind.
“DUSTIN!” you screamed, “HURRY IT UP, WILL YA?”
Just as you yelled for the kid, he ran into view, your bag slung over one of his shoulders.
“Hang on, baby, hang on,” you murmured to Eddie, clinging tightly to his hand, “I’m gonna help you, okay? I’m gonna help you.”
He simply hummed and continued to lie still until Dustin slid to a stop at his side, tossing your bag to you. You all but tore it open, extracting gauze, alcohol, sterile needles, and thread. As you got to work, Eddie turned to the kid.
“You’re gonna have to look after those little sheep for me, okay?”
“No, you’re gonna do that yourself,” Dustin was crying, now, and you would’ve joined him if you didn’t have a job to do.
“Nah, man-”
You cut Eddie off, handing a bit of gauze to the kid, “Dustin, take this and put pressure on his wounds, you need to put pressure on it, ok?”
The kid shakily took the bandages from you and held them to his friend’s side. A strangled noise came from Eddie’s throat. He thrashed slightly, trying to escape the pain, but that wasn’t really an option for him- especially not with you around.
“Stay put, Munson,” you pushed him back to the ground, continuing to clean and bandage his wounds at a rapid pace.
“They’re always so mean to me,” he joked, somehow finding the strength to smirk in Dustin’s direction. He continued, “Now, promise me you’re gonna look after them. After the sheep and after-”
“Shut up, and save your strength,” you hissed.
“Y-yeah,” Dustin stuttered, “Shut up, Eddie. Just stay with us, stay with us.”
Eddie sighed, finally shutting up for a second. His fingers tapped against your thigh gently. You could feel him staring up at you. He looked as if he were memorizing your face- as if he were taking you in for the last time.
“Don’t look at me like that,” you said as you prepared to stitch up the first of a few deeper wounds.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re never gonna see me again. You’re gonna make it through this, Eddie, I’m not going to let you die. Tell him, Dustin.”
“I- they aren’t gonna let you die. You’re gonna make it, you can do this.”
“You guys are too good to me,” Eddie blinked a little too slowly, scaring you once again.
“Yeah, you aren’t gonna think that in a minute,” you and Dustin shared a glance at the needle in your hand, “Hold onto him kid, make sure he doesn’t move.”
“Wait, what-?”
Dustin did as told, and before Eddie could ask any more questions, you took the needle to his skin. You didn’t think Eddie had enough energy in him to scream. He quickly proved you wrong.
The next few minutes were pure agony in a condensed form. Eddie’s fingers dug into your thigh as you stitched up his wounds. He screamed and thrashed at first, writhing in Dustin’s arms as the needle pierced his skin again and again. You honestly weren’t sure who you felt worse for; the wounded man, or the kid who had to restrain his friend or risk watching him die.
You almost didn’t notice when Eddie went quiet.
Almost.
“Eddie? Eddie, stay with me baby, I’m almost done-”
“Please,” he wasn’t talking to you. It was almost like he didn’t hear you at all. Instead, he turned to Dustin, “Say you’re gonna look after them. Just say it.”
“I’m-” Dustin started tearfully, trying desperately to keep his hands still, “I’m gonna look after them.”
“Good. ‘Cause I’m actually gonna graduate. I think it’s my year, Henderson,” he struggled to get the words out, “I think it’s finally my year.”
“Shit, shit, shit,” you murmured, feeling Eddie’s pulse slow beneath your fingertips, “Dustin-”
“I love you, man.”
Dustin hesitated for a moment, looking between you and Eddie. When he said, “I love you too,” it was through tears. He turned to you, next, tears streaming down his cheeks, “(Y/N), do something, please! Help him!”
“I will, I will-”
As you panicked, Eddie’s eyes unfocused. His pulse came to a stop. He was gone.
But you weren’t fucking having it.
“SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT- okay, okay, hang on-”
Without wasting a second, you positioned your hands at the centre of Eddie’s chest. You moved so your shoulders were over your arm, and you locked your elbows before you began chest compressions. You pressed down over and over again, pushing two inches down every time. Tears ran down your face, but you couldn’t stop to wipe them away. You could feel his ribs cracking beneath your palms. You had to keep going.
Thirty compressions later, you moved his head into position and brought your lips to his, giving him two breaths before you resumed with compressions. You repeated the cycle once, twice, a third time. Your heart sank deeper with every second that passed. You felt as though you were losing your mind- as though the world was slowly slipping away from you. In a way, it was.
“Come on, Eddie, come on, come on! Please, god, don’t leave me,” you paused to give two breaths, “You’ve gotta stay, man! You can’t leave me, or Dustin, or your Hellfire nerds, come on!”
Dustin joined in on your desperate pleas, “Wh-what about your uncle? Come on, Eddie, don’t do this, please don’t do this!”
Your begging didn’t bring him back. At least, it probably didn’t. Maybe, somewhere in his mind, he could hear you and Dustin, and maybe it got him to run away from the light. Scientifically, though, it was probably the CPR that brought him back to you.
Honestly, in your mind and in Dustin’s, the “how” part of how Eddie got resurrected didn’t really matter. All that mattered was that he was alive. Not necessarily okay, but alive. The second he took a breath, both you and Dustin burst into tears.
Dustin clung to Eddie’s body, his own body racked with sobs. You tried to quell your own sobbing- you had to keep your hands steady to finish the stitches.
By the time you were done, the three of you were covered in tears and blood. You held onto them, clinging tightly to your boys as they held tightly to you. You were all drained, exhausted by the day’s events and emotions that still burned through your veins.
You weren’t sure what to say next. You could’ve said, “All done,” or “Eddie should be fine, now,” or even, “How about we get out of here?”
Instead, through tears, you said, “I fucking told you you’d regret making fun of me.”
Eddie was a little too shocked from his brief death to respond at that point. You took full advantage of that.
“You’re so fucking stupid, y’know? You ran right into danger, right into danger- I mean, what were you even trying to do? Buy more time? Be a hero!? You- you- yOU GOT YOURSELF KILLED, YOU FUCKING BASTARD. God, you’re so stupid, so fucking stupid, you fucking dick.”
By the end of your triad, you were full-on sobbing into Eddie’s chest. Your composure was gone now that your job was done. You were a wreck- a complete and utter mess of tears and blood. Under your breath, you repeated the words, “So stupid,” over and over again until you couldn’t anymore.
Your boys really didn’t know how to respond to that.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Dustin said, patting your shoulder in a somewhat awkward fashion, “Things will be alright now, okay? You saved him- you saved Eddie. You did such a good job, it’ll be okay, now.”
Eddie was quiet, which was fair enough. He was tired and traumatized. His throat was horse from screaming, and his ribs were badly cracked if not broken. He didn’t say much, but he did take one of your hands in his, gently squeezing it as a silent form of comfort. When you finally caught your breath, you squeezed back.
After that, you and Dustin had to discuss how, exactly, you were going to get Eddie back through the portal. Fortunately, you didn’t have to do it yourselves- Steve, Nancy, and Robin appeared in the distance just in time to avoid the absolute angst fest that had transpired over the last few minutes.
You supposed it was an odd sight for them to see- Eddie cradled in Dustin’s arms, and you practically cradled in Eddie’s, the three of you surrounded by dead bats and medical supplies, tear-stained and looking like absolute garbage. True, they’d witnessed stranger things, but it was still a pretty strange thing to see.
“What the hell happened to you guys?” Steve asked as he helped Dustin pull Eddie off the ground.
“Eddie decided to be cute and went all heroic on us,” you replied as Robin helped you off the ground, slinging one of your arms over her shoulders, “Then he died.”
“He WHAT?” Robin yelled, making you wince just a bit. Of course, it wasn’t really her fault, she just happened to be next to your ear.
“Hey, man, I told you not to be heroic,” Steve sounded so hurt- you could practically hear his puppy dog eyes through his voice, “No being cute, remember?”
“Yeahhh, I can’t really help that,” Eddie joked weakly, wincing as Dustin brushed against his ribs, “It’s just part of my charm.”
Steve didn’t argue that point.
“Hang on, I’m still processing the fact that Eddie died, how is he-?” Robin cut herself off to make some vague gestures with her free hand.
“I did CPR on the idiot. I swear to god, the second he gets out of the hospital, I’m going to kill him again.”
“Oh… ok.”
“Shit,” Nancy hissed somewhere behind you, “Eddie’s still being hunted, how are we going to get him help?”
“Let’s just focus on getting him out of here first, okay?” Steve asked, eyeing the trailer door cautiously.
“Actually, I kind of have a plan,” you raised a hand, “But I’m gonna need to borrow someone’s car.”
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