#means i have a chronic illness with no cure but i looked it up and just. every single symptom was a check for me
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Alright, let's talk about some details from the TOH pitch bible;
A lot of the stuff is what we've already seen and/or in line with the show. What's interesting is that King WAS a former King of Demons at one point, and we would've had an episode where he runs into his old gang and chooses Luz and Eda over them. It makes me wonder if he even had a connection to the Titan in earlier drafts, if he wasn't recognized as one back in the day because he just wasn't big enough, etc. Eda makes a deal to help remove the collar, which IS the source of King's woes, placed by a 'mysterious wizard', I wouldn't be surprised if it was Obron AKA Proto-Belos.
What gets me is that Tibbles originally started off as a friend to the protagonists, while Bump was an antagonist! Coupled with Tibbles being re-elected as mayor after Bump is deposed for corruption. I like the detail of Bump being a parasite controlling a body from the head, because it carried over into his final design with Frewin, and before we got confirmation Frewin was a separate entity, I loved the joke theory that the imp on Bump's head was the REAL Bump!!! Seems that was always the implied story of the design, I love it. Tibbles being the demon fan of human stuff would eventually become Gus instead, so this is technically Proto-Gus too…?
Interesting how Bump and Tibbles' alignments switch completely with one another, and it makes sense that with Lilith no longer the principal in the final draft, it goes to Bump, who ends up being really chill and a subversion in his own right! Interesting, but I do prefer the final Bump we got, and that's fine by me, because when the concepts aren't as interesting as the final product, it means we got the best possible version.
I've already discussed Obron and William in a separate post, and Pupa is someone we've been told about in a previous livestream. Lilith would've been both head of all covens (and not just the Emperor's Coven) AND principal at the same time, and she seems much more of a jerk to Eda in general; She has no qualms with cursing Eda because of a direct order from Obron.
Apparently the curse would've been an AGING spell, which settles my questions on how it would've been portrayed in earlier drafts! This goes along with Eda's older look. Likewise, there would've been a subplot of Eda considering Luz's sacrifice as a way to restore her youth, which likely goes hand in hand with Obron's orders to bring Luz to her, etc. The 'Bloom of Eternal Youth' quest, which Eda and Lilith go through together as their sisterly relationship is explored, feels like a carryover from this past idea.
I think I prefer the final draft; I like that the curse isn't just aging Eda, but also takes away her magic, makes her turn into a beast, etc. I like Lilith being a lot more complicated in her relationship with Eda, instead of just hating her and cursing her without hesitation. The redefining of the curse makes it less about age, and more a chronic illness metaphor, and I like how Eda in the final draft is upfront about having to learn to live with it, deal with it, on her own terms. She isn't trying to find a cure (although Lilith being promised one by Obron feels like a carryover of Eda's moral dilemma with Luz), and that adds another nice dimension to her conflict with Lilith, as well as Gwen. It's pretty frank in its own right about normalizing disability, and those who play an antagonistic role (however brief) are the real weirdoes for making such a fuss about it.
The Bat Queen would've had more of a recurring role based on the description, which saddens me; I always got the vibe she was planned for more, but between all of the other stuff the show had to juggle, plus the shortening, she ended up getting shafted despite being one of the earlier characters. Sashley, Pasha, and Bruno are also interesting, with Pasha in particular giving me freaking Philip Wittebane vibes with his grossness, beard, and anti-demon attitude; He even starts off as a potential friend to Luz because fellow human, only for his true bigotry to show. Makes me wonder if Philip ended up incorporating Pasha, we also have bodily transformation because of consuming magical stuff... P-names.
(Also, I like how in the drawing of typical Demon Realm denizens, I can see an eye demon who resembles a past drawing of Dana's!!!)
Eda was actually a late bloomer, which creates a parallel with Luz in one way, and their relationship is referred to as sisterly (in the final draft it’s explicitly maternal). So Eda wouldn't have been the talented youth, in fact things may have switched between her and Lilith; Lilith's disdain may have partially come from Eda not being as innately talented as her.
Luz and Amity's dynamic seems like it would've had Amity retain a lot of her more stand-offish, pragmatic personality even as a friend with Luz, and this would've come up more; So basically, she'd remain more like S1 Amity. That, or this part of their relationship would've lasted longer, and then we would've seen character development as Amity unlearns a lot of the issues her parents passed on. I also wonder if the Willow who cameos in the pilot was originally supposed to just be an extra separate from ‘Paulina’, but then they combined the two together.
The themes are exactly as I expected, glad to see they're still there, nothing changed! Luz becoming a witch and defying all odds to do so, putting in real work and passion. Celebrating individuality amidst conformity, plus Luz trying to impose her own fictional tropes onto the world, only to have to put that aside... Just like Wing it like Witches. It seems Amity would've had more involvement with Luz's journey to become a witch, though we still do have a carryover of that disconnect with her rant near the end of Covention.
I love the Demon Realm being situated BELOW the Human Realm, way to be subtle about being Hell you guys lol... Apparently portals to the human world are a lot rarer to find and use, which makes me wonder if the pilot's 'dimension port' doesn't have access to the human world; Meaning Amity is Luz's only way back, so her improved relationship with her is linked to getting back home. There's a gag about the Knee having service with the human world, but I can see how that didn't make the cut, for dramatic purposes; It seems like the premise for a S1 episode or at least a B-plot. Would Luz have struggled to communicate with Camila through this, or would her search for wi-fi be for mundane reasons?
Apparently Luz's magic would've required a lot more steps to complete, and I see why the show simplified things down to just glyphs. I wonder if there was always going to be the connection of glyphs as a gift from the Titan, or if the Titan and her story was going to be less intertwined in the overall narrative. There also don't seem to be nine main covens, just the many, many covens, some of which are pretty ridiculous, and Covention's sub-covens seem a callback to that.
Luz's first spell would've been levitation, and THEN she would've infiltrated Hexside, with Amity being a lot subtler about exposing Luz, though in the final draft she does figure that out as the way to go in I was a Teenage Abomination. Yeah, I prefer Light being her original spell, feels so much more symbolic and personal, etc. I wonder if the Titan is even as much of a character in early drafts, and if there's still the whole connection/relationship with the land and learning to respect it aspect. Some of these hypothetical episodes push the idea of Amity as a more episodic, typical popular kid antagonist, though in the final draft, the show goes through her character development and explores Amity's romantic relationship with Luz and its complications.
It seems the idea of the Mirror Ghost was split into Adegast and Vee, with Adegast being the one who offers the easier narrative for Luz to believe in about becoming a witch (only to be a fraud who uses uncanny puppets), and Vee being a doppelganger whom Luz communicates through with mirrors. Interesting how Yesterday's Lie was born from this. We saw the test animation from Spencer Wan for TOH, so I guess we know what Luz's puppet-doppelganger is called! And we can safely call her Proto-Vee. I wonder if she also would've been a sympathetic character, I always thought she reminded me of Lake from Infinity Train (and speculated her to be as such since Enchanting Grom Fright), and now the similarities are even MORE apparent!
Alas, The Good Witch Azura, or 'The Unassuming Princess' seems like it'd have been a lot less dear to Luz's heart, as the pilot also reflects; In the end, it turns out the author is just Eda's ex using her adventures as basis, and including private information. I remember when I once speculated that Raine, before we saw their face, would've been just like this as the author of Azura... Again, I think I prefer Azura as being a lot less mean-spirited in the final draft, and instead a celebration of who Luz is as a person, her relationship with fantasy and fiction, etc. We also would've had a Luz birthday party, the Quincenera we've been hoping for since S1...! In the final draft (and episode) we still get that Human-Demon Realm disconnect, though by that point, Luz is much more attuned and chill with the isles.
There’s definitely more of an episodic, sitcom feel to this pitch bible, especially when you compare Proto-Yesterday’s Lie to its final version. Makes sense, Dana is pitching this to Disney executives, though her statement on Understanding Willow feeling truly like her show makes me wonder if she always intended to push TOH in that more serious, emotional route we got.
#the owl house#the owl house pilot#king clawthorne#principal bump#hieronymous bump#luz noceda#the owl house tibbles#lilith clawthorne#eda clawthorne#edalyn clawthorne#amity blight#lumity#boiling isles#analysis#the good witch azura#meta#speculation
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#nothing like being in varying states of pain for a few years - sometimes less#sometimes more but always there - and being too exhausted to go to a doctor about it bc everyone around you says you just need to do yoga &#the only way ur job will accommodate is by giving u the less staffed late shift so u can go in the morning and ur so exhausted youd rather#just deal eith the pain like u already have been doing for years#to moving to a job that actually allows u to leave early for medical reasons if you can get the essentials done#then phoning the gp with hope & motivation for the first time in a long time#and being told lol no appointments left until july#i had hope for once i really did 🥲 my friend is a pt & said i might have fibromyalgia and i really really dont want it to be that bc that#means i have a chronic illness with no cure but i looked it up and just. every single symptom was a check for me#and i started thinking if i do have it ill have it whether im diagnosed or not & if i dont then thats good to know too? & psyched myself up#for the phone call and. ugh it really hit me#she said to do their online service. tried and it said no appointments available. tried nhs online. it said make an appointment with ur gp#within the next few days 🥲 back to giving up and just bearing the pain and never mentioning it bc i'll just get told it's my own fault bc#i didnt go yoga ig#just needed to rant into the void for a bit sigh#time to go back into work i guess#*#UGH I JUST GOT MY PERIOD TOO#also like. this isn't to say i do have chronic pain it could be something easily solved#and id be delighted if it was#but i hate how the people around me trivialise it like. it's not normal to have intense pain and stiffness from sitting down/standing for#the duration of one train stop ok it's not. it's not normal to feel sharp jolts of pain through my body every time i cough or sneeze.#every part of my body aches! literally from my head to my toes! they dont do toe yoga!#okay enough back into the fray
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on "that sounds like me, do I have ADHD?"
So a thing about ADHD (and probably all mental illnesses, but especially ADHD) is that it doesn't really have any hyper-specific symptoms. Like, it's not like you get ADHD and your elbow turns green, which only happens with ADHD.
ADHD describes a bunch of symptoms, some with shared origins, some which might have different origins, but the important thing to remember is that you can have all those symptoms for reasons other than ADHD.
Time blindness? it can happen to anyone because you got caught up in something. being unable to sit still? it can be caused by any number of physical (and mental!) things, not just ADHD. unable to concentrate? that can happen because of chronic pain, depression, brain fogginess, etc.
So the important thing to remember is that if you see someone (like me) ranting about their ADHD experience, if you identify with that situation, it doesn't necessarily mean you have ADHD.
You might have depression (monopolar or bipolar). or be autistic. or some forms of OCD. or have chronic pain.
Now, by all means, go to a doctor, talk about these symptoms, get tested, get medicated, get therapy, whatever! I'm just saying that you shouldn't jump to ADHD as a definite diagnosis.
ADHD is definitely one of those diagnosis where we drew a circle around some symptoms and said "this is ADHD", if there's no other reason to have those symptoms. Like, if you take a person and keep them awake for 36 hours and feed them a ton of coffee they'll probably act very "ADHD", but it doesn't really mean you need to put them on adderal, even if they're showing a lot of the symptoms of ADHD. You should look for other solutions to their problem, like letting them get some sleep and cutting the caffeine.
And the same is true with ADHD. All the symptoms of ADHD are things that you can have for a bunch of other reasons, many of which can be treated (and treated better!) in other ways.
Depression is a good example: Depressed people can have executive dysfunction issues, trouble concentrating, poor planning, difficulty in finishing things. Would giving them stimulants (like Adderal and Ritalin) help? Maybe somewhat... but it wouldn't help the underlying depression problem! Getting therapy and antidepressants is likely going to be much more effective, since you're treating the condition that is causing the ADHD symptoms. (and if those symptoms don't go away when the depression is cured/managed, maybe they also need stimulants!).
ANYWAY to sum up: Don't worry too much if you see someone with ADHD complaining about something that they do because of ADHD and you go "that's just like me". ADHD isn't that kind of condition, just because you have one or several of the symptoms doesn't mean you have it, you could easily have something else that causes the same or similar symptoms.
And finally: This isn't meant as a thinly-veiled "don't self-diagnose" rant. You go ahead and self-diagnose all you want. I'm just saying that you should consider other possibilities before ADHD, because it may be more effective and easier to treat those conditions than to treat ADHD. (And I say that whether you're self-diagnosing or talking to a doctor: Hopefully your doctor is well-informed enough to know there is a lot of overlap between symptoms, and will ask about other possibilities )
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Remember the Pokémon trainer ask with having pokepastas in their team? Could I maybe request something angsty?~ basically can I get headcanons of Arven and Kieran’s reaction to finding out Trainer got in a accident and was suffering from VERY lethal injuries and in panic missingno..basically messed them up into a pokepasta trainer,kinda corpse looking and now in never ending pain because of the raw wounds that never fully Heal but ofc take medication to numb the pain down and look out now for they’re friends so they don’t suffer the same fate? :))
Oh btw have a nice day or night!!! Remember to drink water!
Arven
From the moment he, Penny, and Nemona discovered your team enjoying a picnic...he always wondered how you got something like Missingno on your side.
But since it nearly corrupted his damn pokedex trying to just get information on it AND you were reluctant to share your past, he figured you'd just say "don't ask questions you don't want answers to" and end the convo right there.
He definitely wouldn't let Mabosstiff near it.
Last time he went near a Pokémon nobody should've known about...he almost lost his companion.
From time to time, he catches glimpses of your wounds (not during picnics ofc), bandages, and the medication Nurse Miriam prescribed to you, and suggests you save some of the herbs for yourself.
And they do help with your pain management when incorporated into tea or sandwiches (especially the salty herba mystica, which relieves your aches for a little while).
They're not miracle cures, but it's something.
Eventually, there comes a point where you know Arven wants to understand how you acquired Missingno, why you have so many ghastly Pokémon by your side, and why you were determined to defend him and the others down in Area Zero.
So you sit down and explain how you found it by accident in Kanto, caught it, and realized it was simply a lonely creature who wanted a trainer it could love and protect. Like any other Pokémon.
Yet you didn't realize the extreme lengths it would go to achieve that goal....until you nearly suffered a lethal wild Pokémon attack (it was in the dead of night, and you were ambushed while chasing after what you thought was a shiny).
You were bleeding out, bones broken and gaping wounds all over your body, and unconsciously begged for help-
And Missingno somehow heeded your call, escaping its pokeball and reviving you.
But in doing so, you were brought back as a zombie..one who still remembers the pain of that night and often cursed the glitch for not letting you die.
In time though you've made peace with it, knowing you were stuck this way now and it wouldn't let you go...
To the point where it erased its own pokeball from existence and became a constant presence around you, invisible aside from a few occasional glitch particles.
Yet you knew Missingno didn't mean any ill intent--all it wanted to do was save you.
Now you vowed to save others so they didn't suffer the same fate as you, whether that be haunted Pokémon left abandoned in some town or atop a mountain or your human friends in Area Zero.
Your pains aren't as severe now thanks to the meds, and you're grateful for Arven introducing you to herba mystica.
You were afraid he was gonna be freaked out by your story (or not believe you), but..while he finds it horrific and sad at first, he understands you better and is simply glad you're here now.
He's also happy to help his buddy manage their pain better, even if the remedies are only temporary.
Kieran
You had to bandage and conceal a great deal of your wounds so nobody at BB Academy got concerned, with DISABLED giving you a consistent best Heal Pulse to ensure your chronic pain wasn't debilitating).
Even so, Kieran assumes you got better over the past year and is desperate to battle you and win Missingno..something he vowed to acquire after realizing he'll never get Ogerpon.
You try explaining that it's literally impossible for you to surrender it, and it's too dangerous to bring it into a battle anyway, but he thinks you're just lying to him again and bragging.
In the back of his mind, though...he kept wondering why you had so many injuries..
Ofc..he's too focused on being stronger than you to ask you.
But after seeing Missingno come out (in its Fossil Aerodactyl form) and literally glitch Terapagos' beam out of existence and use Cut on multiple falling rocks---he was amazed.
You finally invite him to your dorm to talk after the mochi mayhem events, knowing he deserved some answers.
He sees the pain meds littered all over your countertop, and you finally reveal to him why you need those, why you look the way you do, and why you keep Missingno around:
Basically, after catching and befriending it, you got attacked by some wild Pokémon, and they would've left you for dead had it not intervened.
You made it feel loved, cherished, never using it as a weapon or an infinite item dispenser...and it couldn't watch you bleed to death.
So it saved your life, but it came with a great cost: neverending physical pain with your wounds never fully healing.
You used to curse Missingno for not letting you go, trying to release it several times to no avail, and just being miserable in general.
Yet once you realized it attracted more misunderstood, tortured, and damaged Pokémon to your side..you came to forgive it, knowing it was just like them despite its uncanny appearance: a creature who just wanted to protect its trainer.
Now you take medication (and a few leaves of herba mystica) to numb the pain down, so it didn't hurt as much as it did before.
You wouldn't want anybody to have a brush with death like you did. Not even your worst enemy.
That's why you went so far to protect your friends in Area Zero, especially Kieran.
After hearing your story, he felt so torn up and guilty--and convinced he was being "overdramatic".
You were still suffering all along, for years..and he had no idea, only thinking about himself and his selfish ways and how his pain couldn't possibly compare to-
But you stop your friend from spiraling, holding him and letting him cry out all of his renewed guilt, telling him that his own suffering was valid, too.
He was starting to look like a corpse with the dark circles and paler complexion....and it scared you.
Seems like he took "I wanna be like you" a bit too literally.
But you're glad Missingno saved you--otherwise you never would've gotten the chance to meet him and help him become more confident in himself (ofc you wish things were different before and didn't require you shattering his confidence first).
Since that conversation, Kieran starts taking better care of himself and makes a promise to protect you.
Not from physical threats per se as you're basically immortal, but from rude stares and whispers of how "creepy" you are.
He tends to hug you a lot and lend you his jacket for warmth if you ever get cold in class or in the polar biome.
It does help with the chills you get so often, and makes you feel grateful that you two were still friends despite everything.
#we are baaaaack with pokepastas#clanask#anonymous#pokemon x reader#pokemon sv x reader#pokemon scarlet x reader#pokemon violet x reader#pokemon arven#pokemon kieran#pokepasta x reader#missingno#tw death#tw body horror#headcanons#platonic
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Wait actually can we talk about Leaflings real fast. Because. What the actual fuck.
Also sorry if I curse a lot more here than usual but like 90% of my genuine reactions to this topic is "what the FUCK" so uhh get used to it I guess.
Huge thanks to @saihahas for helping me with some image transcripts as well.
Major story spoilers below you have been warned. Ok let's go.
So you're able to just rise from the dead in pikmin 4. No, seriously. You can do that.
At the end of Olimar's side story we get this scene and associated line:
[Image transcript: White text on a black screen that says "But at that very moment, my life support system failed" END TRANSCRIPT]
Like. He died. His life support system failed. He DIED. And moments later, he was revived as a leafling. He died and came back from the dead. Like, what the fuck????
It even fixed up his injuries he got prior to becoming a leafling. Just a full on revival.
Image transcript (one leads into the other naturally)
Collin: By the by, Olimar, is there anything you remember from right before or after you became a leafling? Any additional details?
Olimar: Not particularly. It didn't feel bad or anything like that. In fact, it was quite revitalizing.
Olimar: My chronically stiff shoulders and all the injuries I'd sustained during my explorations healed immediately.
Yonny: Hmm... Perhaps leafification has highly restorative effects...
Yonny: This is definitely something worth looking into, eheheh. END OF TRANSCRIPT.
Now we don't know if everyone who was a leafling had to die before hand, though there is a common thread that they were at least unconscious... And had just escaped deadly situations... I think Olimar found them moments before they died and, not knowing any other way to save them, leafed them as well. Something they bear no ill will towards him for - in fact, they're thankful for him.
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Jin: When I was leafified, I could not stop thinking about the art of Dandori. It was like an endless meditation.
Jin: A leafling appeared in front of me after the ship crashed and I had used up all of my flagging energy.
Jin: My intuition told me they were not a bad person. I also felt as though they were determined to achieve something
Jin: I am afraid I do not recall much of what happened after that, as I lost consciousness. END TRANSCRIPT.
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Corgwin: I was attacked by a creature, and right before I lost consciousness, I saw something overhead. It was a leafling
Corgwin: They had such sad eyes, but there was more going on in there. Their eyes were full of determination.
Corgwin: I have to believe there is a reason why they do what they do. Turning castaways into leaflings, I mean.
Corgwin: Your time is limited, so think it through! END TRANSCRIPT.
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Bernard: You need anything else?
Bernard: Even when Olimar was leafed out, he was still trying to RESCUE folks!
Bernard: And there I was with my head focused on nothing but Dandori stuff. HOO, he's one tough cookie!
Bernard: You need anything else? END TRANSCRIPT.
Ok Bernard's conversation doesn't add to the "he found them in deadly situations" point but it DOES show that all of his "victims" think highly of him for the fact that he had saved them and others. (Also, side note, Olimar had sad eyes... Poor bastard thought he was never going home to his wife and kids, was visibly depressed over this, and STILL was trying to save people. Olimar is like, genuinely such a good fucking person God damn.)
Now being a leafling is undead and comes with its own slew of problems. Namely, the fact Dandori takes over your brain (probably the pikmin survival instinct) and the fact you can no longer leave PNF-404. It's not even an air thing, it's not being on the planet that causes sickness, so not even spacesuits can fix it.
But then you're able to cure yourself of being a leafling. And just. Go back? To your normal life?????? Like nothing ever happened. You died and came back. What the fuck.
And to make that point worse. One of the key ingredients is Glow Sap. Which is produced by the Luminknolls. The only other thing the Luminknolls make is uh. Glow pikmin. Which.
“Although they've been named Glow Pikmin, it's not entirely clear whether or not this species is actually a type of Pikmin. These creatures possess the same fundamental behaviors of Pikmin, like carrying things, propagating, and fighting. They also share special characteristics, such as the leaf atop their head. Yet they do not spawn from an Onion but a Lumiknoll, and they are only active at night or underground. During the day, they revert into seeds and enter a resting state. What's even more surprising is that they exhibit no signs of life. When a Glow Pikmin "dies," if that word can even be used, it does not expire in the typical sense. Instead, it just becomes a form of light-or perhaps a photon-and returns to the Lumiknoll. Putting aside my "scientist" hat for a moment...it seems to me that this creature or entity may not be a living organism at all but some manner of spiritual substance.”
[Image Transcript: a screenshot of the Piklopedia showing the very end of the above quote. END TRANSCRIPT]
And just as some icing on the cake:
[Image transcript: Louie's piklopedia notes on the glow pikmin. All it says is "Doesn't smell alive." END TRANSCRIPT]
Cool they're fucking ghosts. Sorry I can't be convinced otherwise, they're clearly some sort of supernatural entity at MINIMUM. I just think spirit is most likely. They don't have to be the spirits of dead pikmin... Although... You can convert a Glow Pikmin into normal pikmin via a candy pop bud. I've done it before, I have no video of it but you can go and try it yourself if you'd like. And if they are spirits of pikmin then that means that we can also bring pikmin back from the dead. What the FUCK.
Anyways. I got side tracked sorry. My point was the Luminkolls make two things: Glow Sap and Glow Pikmin, which have similar names and similar appearances and. Are we using ghost juice to cure leaflings???? Which is used to reverse all negatives of being leafed. Which can be used to bring the dead back to life.
I don't know how to end this. I really really don't know how to end this. I just need someone else to scream about this with because it's so. It's so fucking WEIRD like what the hell. It's not enough that they may be humans, noooo, there's also undead creatures (excluding the mushroom guys those freaks have an explanation at the very least). This game is weird as hell but tbh I love it.
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we don't talk enough abt akutagawa's cough / lung disease (chronic&terminal) yet it has so much angst potential?? anywayy
after the current arc, atsushi knows akutagawa is actively dying and he's the only one who does bc akutagawa didn't tell anyone else abt it. (altho, in all honesty, the amount this man coughs should at least hint at it. i'm honestly amazed not more ppl in the story are concerned abt it)
so, the next mission they have together, akutagawa coughs and atsushi is now aware what it really means, so he wonders out loud with nonchalance masking his concern: "hey, so like, do you think yosano's ability would help with your cough and all? would it go away then?"
akutagawa, wiping his mouth, slightly annoyed: "how would i now? i'm not well-acquainted with your coworkers, weretiger, therefore it's none of my concern. and even then, i wouldn't trust any ada members with my issues, nor my life."
atsushi finds his words a bit sus bc 'u do trust me tho', but doesn't say it out loud and they leave it at that.
somehow, it becomes a regular thing. every time they have a mission together and atsushi hears his partner cough, he presents more ideas of how they could cure a terminal lung disease, and they vary in absurdity as he runs out of inspiration.
his ideas range from mere "have you tried going to a doctor?" (<- at which akutagawa stares in disbelief: "you either think i'm an idiot, or you are the idiot. which one is it?" and atsushi pouts bc 'ok yeah, fair... but also, rude') to insanities like "maybe witchcraft would help! i could look up witches in the area and see if black magic or something has any luck." (<- at which akutagawa is so done he doesn't even entertain the idea and just keeps walking)
they never follow through with any idea tho, bc akutagawa stubbornly refuses to waste time on trying to find a cure when his time on earth already is very limited.
it should also be noted that each time the cough gets worse; louder, rougher, more persistent and even bloody, which only makes atsushi more and more worried.
so one time, akutagawa's particularly annoyed by atsushi's insane and stupid ideas. he turns to him and point-blank asks: "why do even care so much whether i succumb to my illness or not? surely, my death should only leave you overjoyed to see the world be rid of one more evil."
that makes atsushi think bc 'why? why does he care whether akutagawa lives or dies? he's right, a bad person like a mafioso dying should be a good thing.'
after lengthy contemplation he comes to the conclusion that he simply cannot have his sworn enemy/rival/partner die from something as pathetic as a disease. someone as strong as akutagawa has to die in a more memorable way - not alone, in a bed, coughing, with nothing more to be remembered by. if anything he'd have to die fighting atsushi or something. yeah that's it. that's why. (<- it's not, but they're not quite there yet)
so atsushi tells him as much. akutagawa accepts it bc 'yeah, makes sense. what else could the reason be?'
the whole routine of coughing and brainstorming a solution in vain continues as the ideas get even more insane, the cough even worse and atsushi more concerned than ever.
the next time akutagawa is annoyed enough to pose the question again, atsushi is close to tears from anxiety as he holds up akutagawa who collapsed and can't seem to subdue his cough properly.
atsushi struggles to get out the water bottle and cough drops he'd started carrying around on their missions together. he's so scared bc he's never seen akutagawa look so sick and frail before (but not weak. never weak. akutagawa could never be weak in atsushi's eyes. it's impossible, bc akutagawa being strong is a simple, unchangeable fact, constant in any possible universe).
what would he do if akutagawa actually died there? in his arms? on a mission? which would probably get cancelled. would the pm think atsushi killed him? does he bring back the body or just bury it somewhere? pretend he got killed on the mission and not by his own body that had turned on him years ago and was in reality a long time coming? he couldn't even bear to think abt it.
"why tf do u care so much??" akutagawa yells with a scratchy voice before his cough continue despite his best efforts to stop.
atsushi can barely breathe anymore. "because i don't want you to die, you idiot! we're a team! you're my partner. who will i be left with if you go?" tears stream down his face, mainly from how overwhelming his anxiety feels. or maybe bc he really doesn't want his partner to die? nah, it's the anxiety. definitely the anxiety. (<- #denial)
akutagawa, at first embarrassed how his collapse derailed their mission bc goddammit he's supposed to be a professional and not let his issues interfere with his job, pauses when he sees atsushi crying... for him? because of him? ???
he's very confused bc he's pretty sure his rival/enemy/partner should not be so concerned abt his health and impending death, but something abt atsushi's expression and that whole situation makes him rethink his outlook on life.
that's when akutagawa starts taking his health more seriously and actively looks for possible, feasible ways to cure his disease, even if there's only a small chance it'll actually work. bc seeing atsushi like that made him realize there are a handful of people who care abt him and would mourn him if he died; more than just his sister and higuchi.
it made him realize his life had a bigger impact on others than he'd previously thought, not all of it bad.
#i'm insane. i wrote this at 4am and it should not have gotten this long. i just wanted to note down the idea not write it out#fml#they're both very much idiots btw. they care but cannot come to the conclusion it could possibly be in a romantic way#only enemies bc 'grrr ure evil' and 'grr dazai likes u better'#they do eventually get over it and start dating dw trust me i can see the future😌👍#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bsd headcanon#headcanon#nakajima atsushi#akutagawa ryunosuke#shin soukoku#sskk#akutagawa x atsushi#i desperately need to see more chronic illness!akutagawa content bc it's such a good angst source#and best part abt it? IT'S CANON. CANON CHARACTER WITH CANON CHRONIC HEALTH ISSUES AND TERMINAL LUNG DISEASE#like cmon it's. right. there. we just gotta grab it and the magic will happen#just watched the new ep.#ngl kinda disappointed to see how akutagwa's confession abt his disease was portrayed as an off-hand comment. it needed more impact imo#then again. it's bones <- disappointed but not surprised
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haerysays hospital records
pt. 2 of eleazar hospital records
dottore x male reader
genre: angst, fluff
warnings: sumeru archon quest spoilers, chronic illness (eleazar), violence, implied human experimentation, various other dottore things :P
a/n: i was excited to write this, i love love love dottore so much
word count: 1,596
"your talents are too valuable to be wasted in a place like this," a strange voice echoed throughout the now empty hospital. zandik didn't hear him approach, but he could tell that the man was right behind him
zandik's head snapped up as he grabbed the nearest scalpel, pointing it at the man's throat. anyone who would've seen him would've thought he was insane. his messy hair, the bags under his eyes, his bloodied clothing...
not to mention the look in his eyes when the man got too close to you.
it was deranged.
"who the fuck are you?!" zandik spat, pressing the scalpel into the man's neck. a small drop of blood trickled down his neck.
his blood was black.
"...what the fuck are you?" zandik asked, a little more quietly this time, studying the man's clothes, his face, his eyes...
he had khaenri'ahn eyes.
"i am the solution to all of your problems."
the trip to snezhnaya was long and boring, most of it spent on a boat. the man, pierro, zandik now knew, was the director of the fatui harbingers. and, apparently, after finding out about zandik's...exploits, he sought him out to recruit him.
but zandik could care less.
all he cared about was you. you were the only thing that mattered to him right now. getting you back was his top priority.
so, when pierro mentioned to him that the fatui had the most advanced research centers and labs in all of teyvat...
well, who was he to decline such an offer?
"so you want me to become an agent for the fatui?" zandik asked, intrigued. he sat at a table by your bedside. "i can become one of your debt collectors if that means that my ___ will be safe."
"agent?" pierro laughed, coming to sit in a nearby chair. "no, no...why would i, the director, come all the way to sumeru from snezhnaya just to recruit a simple agent? no...what you are going to be is something much, much more important."
zandik grabbed your hand out of reflex, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"we have quite the large lab...and it's been vacant for a long, long time. we were hoping that, perhaps...we could put a doctor in there," pierro said with a smile.
zandik couldn't help but laugh at the irony. he, who was performing illegal surgeries, who was expelled from the akademiya and their medical department, a doctor.
it was truly laughable.
"we've seen your work. it's admirable. we could provide you with all of the equipment and specimens that you could ever wish for, not to mention all of the necessary licenses and permits...we can help you save him. all you have to do is say yes."
zandik paused for a moment, pretending to think it through. he grabbed your hand once more, before looking up at pierro with a sharp-toothed grin. he knew the answer as soon as he asked.
"it seems we have a deal, lord pierro," zandik said, extending his hand.
pierro took it, shaking his hand.
"welcome to the fatui, il dottore. i look forward to working with you."
it's astounding how quickly four hundred years pass when you've achieved immortality, zandik found. however, it's also astounding how slowly it passes when the one person you love is gone, stuck in time, comatose in a cryo chamber.
he would keep you here until he had found a definitive cure for your eleazar. he wasn't going to let you go. not ever.
his lab, haerysays, was full of teyvat's best and brightest. and yet, a cure for eleazar was never found, despite their efforts.
zandik didn't understand. he had mastered so much. he'd cheated death, developed the first successful human clones, created a god, but you? your disease? it remained an enigma.
so, he kept you in that cryo chamber, in a secluded room in haerysays. a place where nobody could hurt you while he worked on more...realistic goals. he sent his man-made god to sumeru.
it was destroyed.
in the midst of his frustration at the failure of his project, he almost failed to notice his eleazar patients. more specifically, their full recovery.
"lord dottore, lord dottore!!!" one of his assistants shouted as they ran into his office.
zandik glared at them, making them freeze in their tracks. they dropped to the ground to kneel, and zandik groaned.
"what is it?"
"th-the eleazar patients-- they've recovered!"
the pen that zandik was holding snapped in half, ink covering his table. without a word, he stood up and left his office, leaving the assistant all alone.
your scales were gone. all of your dark eleazar scales were gone.
zandik removed you from the cryo chamber and began checking on you. vitals, physical exam, blood tests...
...your eleazar was gone.
really, truly gone.
you were saved.
he woke you up as soon as he was sure you were safe. he sat by your side, holding your hand, watching carefully.
your eyes fluttered open, and you blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the dim lighting of the room.
"hello, darling," dottore said softly, his hands shaking as he brushed some of your hair out of your face.
"wh...who...are you..?" you asked weakly, a fearful expression on your face. he froze, before realizing that he was still wearing his mask. he took it off, and saw recognition fash in your eyes. "...zandik?"
"yes, yes, ___, it's me, it's zandik...you've been asleep for a long, long time, but it's okay now...it's okay, your eleazar is healed. you're okay..."
the two of you spent hours talking, with zandik catching you up on all you've missed...and how long you were out.
"...four...four hundred years?! zandik, that-- that's impossible!"
"no, no, love, it's not!" zandik's smile was crazed. "we have a cryo chamber here, powered by the excess energy from the tsaritsa herself!! isn't that just fascinating? come on, you're a fellow scholar, you should be amazed, not fearful! we've conquered death!"
"zandik, that's a cardinal sin of the akademiya--"
"the akademiya abandoned me, ___. they abandoned you. when you were sick and dying, they tossed you aside. why should we adhere to their rules if they decided we were subhuman garbage? we're better than them, ___. what they consider 'sins' should mean nothing to us."
"...they...they did throw us out, didn't they," you said quietly.
"when you came down with eleazar, they made you stop attending classes. they didn't call it expulsion, but that's what it was and you know it. but here...these people won't throw us out. they'll give us the respect we deserve."
you paused, thinking about it. zandik saw the apprehension in your eyes, and knew what he could say to push you over the edge.
"they'll treat us like gods."
your eyes lit up with excitement. the two of you had always been treated like outsiders. zandik for his... unusual experiments, and you for your eleazar. so being worshipped...it was a dream come true.
"this is my lab, haerysays. it's the largest, most advanced research center in all of teyvat. but we won't be spending much time here... we'll be headed to my estate, where you and i will be staying."
your eyes lit up.
"you mean you have a mansion?" you asked, amazed.
"of course, love," zandik chuckled. "i'm a harbinger."
zandik led you to a carriage, which carried the two of you across snezhnaya to his estate. the entire time, the two of you spoke. you would ask questions, and he would answer them. when you ran out of questions, you'd tell him stories from when you were a child (whether he'd already known them or not).
his home was a gothic, castle-like mansion. it was large, made of dark bricks that contrasted against the snowy landscape. the lights coming from inside were warm and yellow, though you could make out a few rooms with blue or even red light. one of the walls was covered in beautiful ivy, and he somehow managed to make the flowers in the garden grow even in the harshness of winter. you even saw a few bird-like gargoyles on the walls.
zandik noticed you admiring the flowers, and he chuckled.
"do you like the gardens? they're some of phi's best work," he said proudly.
"phi?"
"one of my segments," he said softly, grabbing your hand and holding it tightly. "i'm sure you'll get acquainted with him and the others soon enough."
"how many segments do you have?"
"twenty four, but only twelve of them have full personalities. the others are just husks. i'll develop them further later."
"twenty four," you said softly, a light blush blooming on your cheeks. you paused for a moment, deep in thought. "hm...seems that i'll have to make enough room in my heart for twenty five zandiks then, hm?"
you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, and saw his face turn bright red.
"oh, no, no, no...that won't do," he chuckled, pulling you into his lap. "there's only one zandik...don't forget that, okay?"
he kissed you softly, running his fingers through your hair. once he pulled away, he sighed quietly, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
"...i missed you," he mumbles. "and...i...i'm glad you're here."
you smile. and, though he can't see it, the feeling of it makes his heart flutter. you always knew what he meant, even if he didn't actually say it.
"i love you, too, zandik."
a/n: i don't know if this was good but i had fun so that's all that matters!!!!!
#dottore x male reader#dottore x reader#dottore#il dottore#genshin x male reader#genshin x reader#genshin#genshin impact
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im sorry shadow's backstory is What
oh i LOVE explaining this to people so let me clarify: everything i am about to tell you is one hundred percent canon. everything. you can look it up on the wiki or playthroughs of sonic adventure 2 and shadow the hedgehog if you dont believe me.
so
shadow the hedgehog was created in a test tube in space we'll start there
he was created on a space colony by eggman's grandfather, dr gerald robotnik.
gerald was working with the government to make an "ultimate lifeform" in order to achieve immortality. his main motivation is to find a cure for his granddaughter maria, who has a rare chronic illness called "NIDS" which is. AIDS. it's just AIDS. anyway she doesn't have long to live unless he can figure out this ultimate lifeform thing
gerald tries to make this thing but it just makes a really big lizard that wants to kill things so he stashes it in the space-basement and hopes that won't cause problems later
in order to actually make the ultimate life form this time he makes a deal with.... a fucking demon alien hivemind leader from a creepy comet that circles the planet
if you have seen the shadow snapcube fandub, this is the devil from the bible. canon name is black doom
so gerald takes some of black doom's dna and uses it to make shadow the ultimate lifeform
yes this means shadow has two dads
gerald does figure out the demon alien is probably gonna betray him tho so he builds a giant fuck-off canon on the space colony in case they need to kill him
shadow is raised on the ark alongside maria as his sister-figure if not like literal sister. the two of them have never been off the space station and dream about seeing earth
unfortunately the military finds out that there's like suuuper deadly weapons on this ship and they're like "wtf we're the us military nobody can make deadly weapons but us" so they do what any sane person would do
they go on the space colony and massacre everyone
seriously. some people managed to escape through escape pods but like they just kill everyone. one survivor in shth clarifies that his entire family died that day
the military also shoots and kills maria in front of shadow. while she doesn't have a canon age in the games, the anime lists her as twelve
maria manages to send shadow off in an escape pod before dying and asks him to take care of the earth for her and give the people on there a chance to be happy because she's a fucking angel
the military finds shadow's escape pod tho oops
anyway gerald was taken into police custody and when he finds out maria is dead he literally SNAPS and decides that blowing up the planet sounds like a good idea
he figures he wont be able to do anything in his prison so he finds shadow and MANIPULATES HIS MEMORIES to make him think maria made him promise revenge, then tells him to use the cannon he built for the demons and use it to blow up the whole planet
the military then puts shadow in cryo and EXECUTES GERALD BY FIRING SQUAD ONSCREEN
shadow is then woken up by eggman after a 50 year timeskip
schenanigans happen and he ends up deciding not to take revenge and then he dies. but wait he didn't die he just fell to earth and lost all his memories so the demon alien dad manipulates him into revenge again. then shadow gets his memories back and kicks his dad's ass
and now he's just kinda hanging out
and we are going to see ALL OF THIS in a CHILDREN'S MOVIE december 20 2024
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SMOOOOCHES!!! hello sweetheart!! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১
I hope you’ve been well since the last time I came on here!! (little update on my test results: everything came back clean except a few things came back indecisive but nothing to worry about! Chronic illness doesn’t seem to be getting any worse as of right now.) but asides from that here’s a little drabble as I was re-reading a few of my earlier drabbles from last year!
We know fragile!reader despises examinations and having to endure the painful injections every few weeks when Dottore batches up a new medicine. However, what if it backfires completely? Causing fragile!reader to be in an even weaker condition, barely able to move and clinging onto Dottore as tightly as they can. Perhaps running a fever, feeling miserable as they feel as if though their whole body is being pricked by thousands of needles as they shake from their fever. Dottore would try his best to not let his emotions show, but deep down he’s panicking and trying to figure out how he can cancel out the current “medicine” running through their body. To say Dottore feels guilt is an understatement, he knows that any medicine that they take can easily backfire quickly, but he never would’ve thought the symptoms would be so severe. :( once their condition stabilizes I like to think Dottore keeps them close for at least a few days, just to make sure everything is fine. Even if it means they’ll be all clingy to him, he’d rather they be safe and alive rather than induced in a coma once again.
A bit of fluff: I like to think Zandy definitely also tries to cheer you up after the whole ordeal. He’s not sure why you weren’t visiting or reading books to him anymore, other than that “you were busy with Dottore”, is what you had told him. But even the little baby knows you look more weaker (even if it’s been a few days, your condition had still worsened anyways). So perhaps he tries to draw you adorable silly drawings, and also show you his “safe” experiments. (Lest he get a scolding from Zandik or the clones again…)
‘m giving you so many chu chus n cuddles like always smooches hehe gonna make your cheeks all rosy pinky! <33 I hope you have a lovely day n spend it with a smile like always!
-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon! ౨ৎ
HELLO MY DEAR 🎐 ANON!! Ahh I'm so glad your results were okay! I'm so happy for you and for getting through all of this! *hugs you* And I LOVE this brainrot! ❤️ I've always brainrotted about this idea hehe because angst of Dottore failing... teehee.
Dottore, being the skilled scholar he is, never fails to concoct new medications and treatments for you in hopes of creating something that sticks, along with the actual cure. These meds always go through a few rounds of testing, on his experiments of course (as you said before) but sometimes there is only so little that can be done. After all, your body is very different from the average person's. So, there have been times when the things he's given you didn't agree with your body very well, but they were never anything drastic. However, that was until this instance.
Dottore is a confident man. He's smart, he plans ten steps ahead, and things always go exactly as he orchestrated or predicted them to. So that's why he expected nothing different to be with this batch, maybe you'd have a few minor side effects that he'd note and so on, but he expected you to be fine, to then whine about how all of this was so much work, and he'd only hum at your complains to which you'd pout at. In the beginning, you seemed fine. Looked fine, your vitals were fine. But in a matter of minutes, when you got off the operating table, all of that changed, as dizziness and blurriness.
You tried to wave off Dottore's concern, observing your worsened state immediately, but your resistance was futile as your knees buckled, though your husband caught you before you could fall. Your skin was on fire, sapping away your strength as you couldn't even bring your hand up to stop your hacking and coughing. You try to speak but everything hurts far too much for you to muster your words, and you can barely process the muffled voices, footsteps against the floor, and hands running over your body (he must have called a few segments in too.) You pass out soon after, unable to see the blank look on Dottore's face, how his hands don't shake, how he is unfaltering and flawless in his steady work to counteract what he put in his body. Unable to see what only you can see - what he's really feeling underneath everything.
You don't wake up until a few days later, to which Dottore spent trying to figure out where he went wrong constructing this medication. If only he had been more careful, if he had run more tests, perhaps this may not have happened. Perhaps he wouldn't be the cause of your even weaker state. But even when you wake up, you just smile at him, assuring him that you're okay. You'd never blame him. Even though this was all this fault. He despises it sometimes, how you're so kind and forgiving. It's a weakness.
Sure, Dottore has a lot of work to be done, and having you around so much serves as a distraction to his work... but he'll let it slide. Just for a bit. At least it is a reminder to him that you're not permanently sleeping again.
Zandy, despite being left out of the loop many times, mostly due to your insistence that he not be burdened with your own troubles, can still sense something is wrong after a while. Yes, he's a child, but he's a rather smart one. And a very attentive one when it comes to his favorite person, you. He can see how much time you spend for "check-ups" with the segments and Prime now, far more than what it used to be... how you always look exhausted but force yourself to perk up and smile around him, assuring him you'll play with him "next time", even though numerous "next times" have passed. Zandy doesn't know the exact details, but that's okay, he can see what you're going through. So obviously he's going to try and make you smile! In the time he's not with you, he spends it doing all the things you like to do too. Drawing you two together of course, in a happy little house in Sumeru where the two of you play outside together all day with no worries! Maybe he even tried baking by himself to surprise you with something yummy (quickly stopped by a segment before he hurt himself or perhaps blew up the lab.) Maybe the child should take up sewing... maybe he can sew a little Puffttore squish ball for you! Oh, but you always told him to stay away from needles... well, it's okay if you don't find out until after the fact, right?
#smooches talks#🎐 anon#fragile reader <3#dottore love notes <3#zandy bb <3#giving you a million more chu chus!! and cuddles!!#i always luv luv ur brainrots!#only one post for tonight bc im eepy
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Writing Resources: Chronic Pain and Illness
Sp's resources for Content Creators Materialist
Trigger warnings for discussion of chronic pain and illness. Other authors are more than welcome to add their own points and I will update the link in the masterlist as more is added. Alternatively, send me an anon ask or DM if you want to remain anonymous. I have more than one chronic issue myself, I will use the block unbutton if you're an ass about this.
Chronic pain and illness have little to no representation in fanfiction. If you wish to add these to your story and you don't experience the subject yourself, please do research using medically accurate sources.
Patient Care and Health Information - The Mayo Clinic. Look up the condition in the search bar.
The NHS website Look up the condition in the search bar.
Another good resource is forums and subreddits.
2. Even people with the same condition have different experiences, be careful not to make blanket statements.
3. Women, POC and members of the lgbtqia+ community are less likely to get treatment, more likely to be treated like drug seekers and are more likely to be misdiagnosed or have to wait much longer for an accurate diagnosis. Similarly, their issues are more likely to be blamed on mental health issues and hypochondria.
4. Someone living with a chronic condition may not have a 'normal', or what they consider normal may be disordered. Some people with chronic conditions may not know what not being in pain or being well-rested is like. When I was younger and before my current treatment, I was never hungry or out of pain, this shocked people when I told them, it was as normal as breathing to me.
5. Doctors can suck, some people are outright terrified to get treatment due to past experiences. I was treated like a drug seeker once and now get the shakes before seeing a new doctor for fear of being called an addict.
6. The things people experiences do not care what you have going on. They can steal happy moments in a flash and render someone unable to leave their home, it's common for someone with a chronic condition to need to plan everything down to the second (or feel like they need to), cancel at the last minute or worry that they won't be able to enjoy something they have looked forward to.
7. We are not looking to be babied, I know my own limits and will express them. There is a line between a character being caring and infantilising. Having said that, there are times when I haven't expressed my needs for fear they will be ignored. If you are writing a caretaker scene or character be careful to ensure the other person still maintains their autonomy.
8. Empathy, not sympathy. Sympathy is looking down at someone in a hole and telling them they can climb out, empathy is getting in there are helping them out. Sometimes the best thing someone can hear is "I have no idea what you're going through."
9. Chronic conditions are systematic, it's not just pain, it's also brain fog, being unable to sleep or stay awake, having problems controlling emotions, and changes in appetite and sex drive.
10. There is never a magic cure, chronic conditions are a part of someone. Making them disappear doesn't mean a happy ending because, in real life, they don't disappear. It doesn't make someone less than others if they don't get better.
Part Two: Chronic migraines
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HELLO!! YOUR BAIZHU WITH CHRONICALLY ILL READER IS THE BEST THING THAT'S EVERY HAPPENED!!! I've never seen a blog that does only platonic things, and as an aroace person, IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY! I wasn't too sure if you requests were open or not, but I was wondering if you could make either some headcanons or a fic where the reader (from that series) has a flare up or gets sick and Baizhu takes care of them? I'm unfortunately sick right now (just in time for when my final school assignments are due, slay 😍) but found family and hurt/comfort are literally the best thing ever, and, if put together, I'm pretty sure will cure me /j. If you requests aren't open, then please disregard this message!
Anyway, I gotta go sleep before the fever messes up my brain (if it hasn't already); so good bye, and thank you again!!
a slip of the tongue.
summary. how does baizhu care for his junior herbalist when they fall ill?
trigger & content warnings. flu-like sickness, lighthearted mentions of death.
tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. hurt/comfort-ish. baizhu & reader. 1.1k words. they/them pronouns for reader. this post is an expansion of invisible disability? it's rather visible to me & contains vaguely implied spoilers for baizhu's story quest.
author's thoughts. hello lovely!!! thank youu <3 i am slowly collecting people that like this series like how i collect shiny rocks. its great to get a request related to it. i hold this series very dearly, so please (and this goes for everyone reading this!) never be shy to send thoughts about it or requests related to it. anyway, i love catering to aroace folk, you all are so special to me. im on the aro spectrum myself, so i get it. i know from experience that it can be super frustrating looking for fanfic content that's non-romantic. please remember to take care of yourself! i totally understand the feeling of needing to finish final assignments while being sick. me and you are in the exact same boat LMAO... my requests are always open btw! ive no intention of ever closing them. in the end, i went with our poor reader being sick rather than having flare ups, since i already briefly touched on that idea in employee benefits.
how does baizhu care for his junior herbalist when they're sick and out of commission?
baizhu is most often the first to know when they're sick or otherwise unwell. he's so impossibly attentive to their bodily condition, simply because their health is partially his responsibility. he's their teacher. what kind of mentor would neglect to take care of their apprentice? a bad one, that's what kind.
(he also feels somewhat indebted to them—even though they're chronically ill, they're always doing anything they can to help him recover after his "secret art" treatments. even though he's the doctor, they've helped care for him on more than one occasion. he has to return the favor whenever he can. just because he's older doesn't mean he gets to freely take advantage of their kindness.)
if he's not the first to know, he's the second, because the only instance where he wouldn't know first is if they woke up ill at home.
he'll always end up being the second to know, at the very least. someone will inform him of their condition, whether that be a parent or a sibling or another family member. sometimes a friend of theirs may tell him, such as xingqiu, chongyun, hu tao, or xiangling.
in hu tao's case... she may be distrustful of him, but she does tell him when they aren't well. [name] is a childhood friend of hers. she cares about their health and, surprisingly, doesn't want to put them in the ground just yet!
even though she dreads the path they've chosen to walk down... she still cares for them, very much so.
(junior herbalist!reader's lore drop is finally here?!?!?)
regardless of how baizhu finds out, they'll end up being cared for at the pharmacy.
though he could prescribe them medication and let them be taken care of at home...
he often wants to care for them himself.
gui has asked why in the past, and baizhu really has never had a good answer for him.
he's really not sure why he wants to be the one to monitor them. perhaps it's because it gives him a sense of calmness and reassures him that they're recovering well.
after all, if their condition were to rapidly decline for any reason... he could fix it.
(to some others, his concern might seem overprotective. unnecessary. however, something as simple as the flu has been known to take lives. he worries that, because of their chronic illness, they may be more susceptible to a severe case than others are.)
he has the means to save them if something like that were to happen, and undoubtedly, the life of his sweet and kind apprentice is one that deserves to be saved and protected.
perhaps it's also because it seems to put qiqi at ease; baizhu's noticed that she gets fidgety in [name]'s absence during work hours, but when they're ill and being cared for at the pharmacy, she functions very well and often even remembers to check on them herself.
sometimes when they have a fever, qiqi may sit by their side for minutes at a time and just press her little cold hands on their forehead to cool them off. she also ensures that they stay hydrated.
both baizhu and gui find this behavior very endearing. qiqi cares deeply for her big sibling (despite the fact that she's technically older...). her bond with them is something very special and sweet to bear witness to.
bubu pharmacy's work environment is familial and tightly knit by nature, so it isn't too hard to imagine that something would feel wrong if one of the four herbalists were gone for whatever reason. even those who don't work there are affected by the absence of one or more of the pharmacists.
overall, baizhu takes very good care of them when they fall ill.
he monitors them closely, hand-crafts their medicine depending on what they need, makes sure that their fluid intake is maintained...
he dotes on them tbh.
"Ugh..." they groaned, blearily blinking up at their mentor. Baizhu's hand against the feverish skin of their forehead was cold; they couldn't help but lean into the gentle touch. "Bàba?"
He didn't point it out. He hardly even acknowledged their words, as if he were somehow used to it. He only smiled, hand stroking tenderly over their disheveled hair, taming the defiant strands no doubt caused by restless sleep. "So sorry to wake you, dear."
Even Changsheng was quiet—she only hummed thoughtfully from her place around Baizhu's neck. Normally, she'd find something to tease them about (usually because they started it!), but now... she seemed to know that it just wasn't right to tease them in their hazy state of mind.
Gui was quiet, too. He was surprised. He had never heard them address their mentor such an... informal way, let alone with familial terms. He did once briefly think that the dynamic they had with Baizhu was awfully family-like, but...
It was still unexpected.
"Come, now. It's time to take your medicine again, and then you can go back to sleep, okay?"
Gui watched, still silent, as they hummed in absentminded acknowledgement, rubbing their eyes ever so slightly. It didn't seem to help them come to at all; their gaze was still distant and unfocused and they didn't even realize how they addressed the doctor. If they did... they'd probably apologize, embarrassed, but they showed no such emotion. Baizhu gently guided them into a sitting position, rubbing small circles on their back.
Gui handed the cup filled about halfway with herbal medication off to the doctor. Baizhu gingerly guided it to their lips, knowing very well that the guidance was needed; they looked half-asleep sitting up. Archons know they were in no condition to successfully do it themselves. They took the medicine without so much as a whine about its bitterness—they only grimaced slightly after swallowing. Gui supposed that they never really were one to complain about it, even when fully coherent. 'I think it would set a bad example for others if I complained,' they once told him. 'Plus, it's not like Dr. Baizhu gets some kind of sadistic pleasure from giving medication to me, so there's no reason to complain. It's herbal. There's nothing to be done about the taste... I know he doesn't like taking it either. Hehe. It's kind of funny, actually, like we're hiding some kind of company secret. Herbalists who don't like the taste of herbal medicine.'
It was only after he left the room with the doctor that he pointed it out:
"They called you bàba."
"Hm?" Baizhu hummed, turning to Gui. "Oh. Yes... [Name] has done it quite a few times, actually, whether that be because of fever delirium or a slip of the tongue. I don't mind it. It only means that they feel safe enough to be vulnerable here. Qiqi has done it a few times, as well. Those two are only children, so... it is to be expected."
Gui then smiled, nodding. "It's cute."
Baizhu couldn't help but agree, his lips tilting upwards into a little smile himself. "It is."
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I'm desperately trying to remember an rpg that focused on living with chronic pain and migraines - do you know any that fit the bill?
THEME: Chronic Pain, Migraines, Disability
Hello friend, I was able to find a few! Some of these games focus on chronic pain or migraines specifically, while others are expanded to talk about a broader range of disability or illness. A few aren’t full games, but rather supplements that can be integrated into more generic rulesets.
Chronic Migraines for 5e, by Cat Elm.
Chronic Migraine Mechanics For 5e is a set of rules and guidance to enable player characters to experience chronic migraines, which additional feats related to migraine experience and rules on deciding migraine occurrence and suggested side effects.
Designed to allow players to explore real-world disability and experiences in a safe, controlled environment, Chronic Migraine Mechanics For 5E gives players and DMs to the tools to expand their in-game options and representation.
This is a supplement for D&D 5e, not a game in and of itself. If you are looking for ways to express disability in a game that you’ve already established, this supplement might be worth looking into.
You’re Sick (And it’s your fault), by David Moskowitz.
Were they a smoker? Not wear sunscreen? Eat a lot of red meat?
Did they have unprotected sex? Share needles?
Who were they with? How long have they had that cough? Who might have they infected?
This is a solo-journaling game that’s an exploration of guilt and internalized stigma related to illness, with cancer, AIDS, and tuberculosis as the foundational afflictions informing the game.
Designed after the Wretched & Alone engine, this is a solo-ttrpg that is designed to be realistic. Living with illness is heavily stigmatized, and this game guides you, the player, through the physical and emotional toll that this stigma places upon you. Victory in this game means not that you will be “cured”, but rather, that you have the tools you need to make life liveable.
This game doesn’t focus on chronic pain specifically, but much of the prompts in the oracle seem to experience some overlap, such as having better days and worse days, irritating conversations with folks who don’t understand, and the way your situation drains you of money and time. If you’re looking for a solo experience that explores different facets of living with an illness that might not kill you, but won’t let up either, this might be worth checking out.
I AM FUCKING TIRED, by Tia Let | Hydromer
I AM FUCKING TIRED is a one-page solo journaling game about having an undiagnosed fatigue condition and trying to manage your day-to-day.
Even when your day-to-day might not be as certain as you think.
You have a body that loses it’s energy quite quickly; you have a condition that constantly drains you, but has no official diagnosis. Doing your day-to-day at home is difficult, but you do your best. Today is another day.
A simple game with a few rules, I AM FUCKING TIRED is a solo journaling game so grab a pen and paper. You roll a d20 to see what memory comes to mind, and write about it. If you roll the same number as a previous roll, the Memory Twists - you remembered it falsely, had insufficient information, or someone lied to you. Finally, you also have an Energy tracker. During a Twist, you roll against that energy to see if you can continue.
This game is free, and emphasizes self care before and after play. While this is about undiagnosed fatigue, I would not be surprised if much of the experiences of folks with chronic pain overlap with some of the events that appear in this game.
We Are Still Here, by Ennis Rook Bashe.
use a cane or a walker or braces. stab people. take meds. exist. survive.
we are still here.
This is a way to incorporate disability into Apocalypse World, and might work as inspiration for other PbtA games about how to include disability or illness.
You can include a mobility aid that gives you both benefits and drawbacks - such as doubling as a weapon, or requiring frequent repairs. Alternatively or additionally, you can include medication, which provides benefits such as helping you concentrate or focus, while also threatening your well-being if you run out of stock, need a special storage environment, or have difficulties with your supplier.
This is a perfect add-on for players who desire more representation of disabled folks surviving (and thriving) in post-apocalyptic fiction.
Pieces of Me, by Mothworks.
You are young and newly disabled. Try your best to learn your limits, find new ways of doing things, and rest as you can as you tear and repair your character sheet.
Pieces of Me uses an index card, a pen, tape, and ten coins. Your character sheet (index card) will contain a number of boxes to indicate your ability to complete certain tasks. Whenever you push yourself to accomplish a task, you must flip your coins to see how many heads you get. Not enough heads? You have to rip off a piece of your sheet. Too few heads and you destroy a piece of your character sheet forever.
Torn pieces of the sheet can be taped back on or redrawn, and fresh scraps of paper represent new aids or methods of doing things. At the end of the game, you will have a memento of your game experience.
This game has a standard and a dyslexic-friendly font. If you’re looking for a personal game with a tactile experience, this might be a game for you.
Inkeeryn’s irritating insidious incurringible incessant illness, by cosmicbeagle.
Inkeeryn's Irritating Insidious Incorrigible Incessant Illness is a storytelling duet that uses a six-sided die and a deck of standard playing cards. One player plays someone who is afflicted or cursed or hexed, and the other plays the affliction itself. Over the course of four rounds -- representing stages of life -- you take turns narrating about the afflicted person and the curse that torments them.
The exact nature of the affliction -- its effects, symptoms, and expressions -- are determined by you. You describe how the curse affects the character, and how the character treats, copes with, and maybe even transcends it.
This game gives you the freedom to decide how exactly your illness manifests, as well as the power to decide how your character responds to that illness. As a duet game, this provides for an intimate, personal experience, good for exploring a topic that can weigh heavily on many folks.
Microservice, by Ponder Games.
You are a human going shopping with your service dog.
Microservice is a single-page tabletop roleplaying game.
It is intended for solo play, or for play with 1 player and 1 GM.
This is a salty, tongue-in-cheek commentary on what it is like to navigate North America with a service dog, complete with a roll table of unhelpful NPCs that almost certainly drain your energy. You have the ability to play this solo, or with one other person, so it’s best for a quick little game with one other person, most likely someone that you’re comfortable gaming with.
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Sick Days
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Summary: Luke has a chronic illness called PFAPA, which causes him to have periodic fevers and sore throats, but when he's with you, his flare ups are just a tiny bit better
Pairing: Luke x gender neutral reader
Warnings: Slight depression (?) over being chronically ill
Word Count: 1556
A/N: PFAPA is usually a childhood syndrome that people outgrow, but in rare cases like mine, it can last into or start in adulthood. You can read more about it here :)
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You woke up when you heard slight sniffles coming from the opposite side of the bed. Luke was sitting up, wrapped up in his favorite blanket, and desperately trying to massage his knees. That could only mean one thing: he was having a flare up.
“Oh honey,” You cooed, moving to rub his back. “Flare up?”
Luke nodded softly, sniffling and wiping his tears with the heels of his hands. “I’m cold.” he croaked.
“Let’s take that temperature, bub.” You sighed softly, pulling the thermometer Luke kept in his nightstand out.
Luke whimpered, but stuck his tongue out, allowing you to insert the metal device. You rubbed his back and aching joints as the thermometer ticked away, hoping to provide him with any sort of comfort. You knew how much pain these flare ups caused him.
“101.2 (38.4 ºC),” You said gently. “That’s getting up there, sweetie. Have you had something to drink yet? I don’t want you to get really sick…”
There had been far too many times where you’d had to take Luke to urgent care during a flare up because he’d gotten dehydrated from refusing to drink anything due to his sore throat. You’d really prefer to not have to do that today, especially as rainy and cold as it was outside.
Sure enough, your boyfriend shook his head, tears pricking his baby blue eyes. “Hurts to swallow.” he cried.
“Baby…” You pouted, running your fingers through his tangly curls.
Luke never, ever slept well the night before a flare up, meaning he always woke up with his curls extremely tangled from tossing and turning. In fact, the poor boy’s whole body looked exhausted and run down. He had large purple bags under his eyes and his face had been drained of color,
save for a few spots of acne dotting his chin and forehead. Not to mention how awfully he was shivering from the fever.
Tears started running down Luke’s face as he crawled under the comforter, burrowing next to you. “I hate this. Every fucking month I’m sick.” he sobbed, already losing his voice from those two sentences.
“Shhh, love. Don’t talk. That’s going to make your throat hurt worse.” You told him, kissing his warm forehead gently.
That sent Luke into another flurry of tears, snuggling into your side as his tears soaked your shirt. It broke your heart to see the guy you loved in so much pain, especially when there wasn’t much you could do about it. The fevers from his condition didn’t usually respond to pain relievers and there wasn’t really a cure, so the best you could do was at least try to help him get comfortable during his flare ups.
“Does a popsicle sound good?” You asked, hoping the sweet treat would take his mind off his pain.
Luke grabbed his phone from the nightstand and began to type. You waited until he showed you the screen and cooed.
‘can you look in my throat first?’ he had typed.
You smiled, taking his phone from him. “Of course, baby. Open wide.”
You shone the flashlight down his throat, wincing internally when you noticed how red and swollen his throat and tonsils were. The back of his throat was coated in white spots and sores, yet another symptom that came along with his flare ups. “Yeah, it’s red and swollen and you have the spots again. I’m sorry, darling.”
Luke pouted and sniffled, but took his phone back from you to type another note.
‘i want a grape popsicle please’ this one read.
Smiling, you tucked your boyfriend in gently and left the room to retrieve the items you would need to care for a sick Luke. These included a popsicle, his comfort water bottle, some liquid pain reliever, and his stuffed dog that turned into a heating pack. After being with him for three years, you were pretty well-versed in how to take care of Luke during his flare ups. It killed you to see him in pain, thus you tried your hardest to make sure he was semi-comfortable.
You tiptoed back upstairs softly, just in case Luke had fallen asleep. Much to your sadness, he was still awake when you entered the room, watching something on Netflix with bleary eyes. “I got your popsicle, baby.” You whispered, rubbing his blanket-covered belly.
Luke half-smiled, reaching one hand out of the blanket to take the treat from you. He tried to croak out a thank you, before realizing how much pain that was putting his throat in.
“Don’t talk, baby. Rest your throat,” You said gently, kissing his forehead. “I’ll make you some soup later.”
The blond nodded and shivered, cuddling under the blanket with his popsicle to watch TV. Much to your sadness, you didn’t miss the way he grimaced every time he moved, his joints clicking. You joined Luke in bed, sipping on your hot coffee. Most of Luke’s flare up days were spent in bed, watching movies and cuddling since the poor boy didn’t have the strength nor the energy to do much else.
“‘M done.” Luke whispered softly after a few minutes of silence, handing the empty popsicle stick to you.
As much as you wanted to chastise Luke for talking, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. It really wasn’t fair that he had to deal with this every month, between the coldness from the fevers, the joint pain, and the fact that he was unable to talk to you without being in immense pain.
You kissed his lips gently, frowning internally when you felt how warm his lips were. Luke moved to cuddle into you, laying his head in your lap.
“My joints hurt.” he sniffled, trying his hardest not to cry.
“I know, love, I know. Do you wanna try some liquid Tylenol? I know it doesn’t usually work, but it might make you more comfortable?” You asked, rubbing his back. “It’s only ten, baby. The day is still long and I don’t want you to be in more pain than you have to.”
Luke didn’t answer, instead opting to burrow his face into your side. As the seconds passed, you felt his large body scoot ever closer to yours, desperate for warmth. When he stilled, you honestly thought he had fallen asleep. That is until you heard a soft sniffle, followed by a wet
spot on your shirt.
“Lu?” You asked, softly rubbing his side.
“I’m sorry,” came the faint sob. “I’m sorry you have to take care of me. I’m a burden”
“Oh baby,” Your voice immediately softened. “Can you look at me?”
The blond looked up at you, his nose running and eyes teary. He looked beyond sick and miserable and it was honestly breaking your heart, especially since he thought he was burdening you by you taking care of him.
“Sweetie, you are not a burden, okay? I knew what I was signing up for when we started dating. If I didn’t want to take care of you, I would’ve left a long time ago. I love you, Luke.” You stroked his burning cheek gently.
Luke began to cry harder, making you worried you had said the wrong thing until he sobbed out a sniffly, croaky “love you too”. By this point, he was practically laying on top of you, his overheated body warming your own.
“I know we aren’t married yet, but in sickness and in health, right?” You asked him.
The blond nodded softly, resting against you. “Want Tunia to cuddle with me,” he whispered.
You smiled to yourself, running your hand along his back. The boy loved his dog so much and you knew cuddling with Petunia was always bound to make Luke feel just a tiny bit better. “Let me go find her.” You cooed, sliding him off your lap before kissing his forehead and tucking him in.
You had fed the bulldog earlier in the morning when you were grabbing Luke’s sick “essentials”, so you were pretty sure she was back on her bed now, snoozing the day away. Sure enough, Petunia was sprawled out on her bed when you reached the bottom of the stares, snoring heavily. “Wake up, sweet girl,” You chuckled, rubbing her side. “Your dad needs you.”
Now that she was up and awake, Petunia followed you back up the stairs in hopes of getting a treat. “Be quiet, girl.” You whispered as you opened the bedroom door.
You had been right in telling the dog to be quiet, for Luke had finally fallen back to sleep, curled up in a nest of blankets and pillows with his stuffed dog. You smiled softly to yourself, patting the bed so Petunia could hop up. With a bit of struggle–she was a chunky girl, after all–Petunia jumped onto the bed, immediately romping over to Luke’s side.
Smiling to yourself, you crawled into the bed with your two loves, watching as Petunia cuddled up against Luke’s side, resting her head on his hip. Your blond boyfriend snored softly, finally getting the rest he needed after a long, exhausting night. You made a mental note to give Luke some pain reliever and make him some soup when he woke up, but for now, you simply soaked in the moment of cuddling up with your lover and your dog.
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Tragic Reunions, Tearful Realizations.
Pairing: Viktor x Female! Reader, Machine Herald! Viktor x Female! Reader
Word Count: 6.4k words
Genre: fluff, angst, one shot
GUYS I'M STILL ALIVE AND DOING REQUEST DON'T WORRY!
A HUGE thank you to hypocritic-trash-baby for requesting this story and honestly full credits go to them. I had so much fun writing this and it's been an honor to write this masterpiece of a plot.
I hope all of you out there enjoy!
Content Warning: pregnancy, kidnapping, some blood, loss of life, minor depression, killing, Machine Herald Viktor
Sighing, he finally tears his eyes away from the papers in his hands. Allowing himself to process the information that had been revealed to him.
Setting the doctor’s report aside, he leans back onto the wooden bench located outside the hospital. His chronic illness was worsening and without a cure, there was little he could do as death loomed upon him. At least that had been what the physician told him.
Viktor stares forward blankly with a steely gaze, he was determined to overcome this sickness of his that was so hell bent on ending his life. Thinking hard, he begins to formulate different plans and ideas of how to do so.
His most recent research on Hextech had seemed promising so perhaps he should start there. And speaking of Hextech…
Progress day was closing in as well, he realized. Very soon, in fact.
There was already an infinite amount of things on his plate with more continuously piling on top of it as time passed. He still had much to accomplish, so many people to help and he wasn’t going to lay back and allow this illness to stop him.
As he was still deep in his thoughts, he failed to notice a nurse approaching him looking concerned for him.
Y/N had just been given a break from her duties and was on her way to lunch when she saw the man hunched over with his eyes staring blankly forward with a scrunch between his eyebrows.
And judging by the papers beside him on top of the building behind her, she knew that he probably wasn’t doing too well. With her experience as a nurse in training, it was something she saw more often that she liked.
Hesitating in her next action, she decides to speak up.
“Um sir? Are you alright?” A soft voice called out to him, snapping him back into reality.
Looking up, he sees a pretty woman in what he concluded was a nurse’s uniform talking to him. It was then he realized she was referring to him and he has yet to respond to her inquiry.
“Oh, um, yes. I’m fine.” He takes a quick glance at the papers lying next to him when saying this, the subtle action not escaping the nurse’s attention.
Not wanting to invade his privacy, she leaves it at that before moving onto a different topic. She didn’t understand what had come over her, but something inside of her told her that she couldn’t just leave him alone.
“You know…I’m on my break and was about to get hot cocoa by myself. Care to join me?”
Viktor raises an eyebrow at this, feeling slightly confused and apprehensive at the invitation but he finds himself agreeing unconsciously. Something about the woman intrigued him and plus, he didn’t really want to be alone with his thoughts at the moment.
Perhaps a distraction would do him some good. Especially in the form of sugar.
“Great! I’ve been meaning to go to this café for a while now to try this cake they have but it’s too big for one person. Maybe we can share it!” Her eyes lit up at his acceptance to her invite and Viktor could feel himself getting excited as well at her words.
The nurse eagerly waited for him to gather his belongings before making their way to the café together. The whole walk there was spent engaged in a lighthearted conversation as they got to know each other better.
Before he knew it, he had fallen completely head over heels for her.
Through their many conversations, he discovered that she had originated from a humble background and had clawed her way through nursing school. Her passion for the field earned her a scholarship in the academy which allowed her the opportunity to study, something she wouldn’t have been able to do without the financial aid.
Their similar background made him feel as if she could understand him to a certain degree. And he admits, it was nice to finally have someone to talk to that actually understood him.
Something that not many people were capable of in his life.
Not only that but she was this empathetic, stubborn and passionate woman who quickly became a source of comfort to him. It wasn’t difficult for him to have fallen for such a wonderful person that he found so much joy in spending time with.
Before he even knew it, he had begun formulating plans on how to woo her and started with making small gestures to suggest that he was trying to court her whenever he was graced with her presence.
He had complimented her appearance, made little trinkets for her and whenever his busy schedule allowed it, he would invite her out for little outings to cafes with the purpose of trying out new desserts.
If her shift made that impossible, he would deliver said treats to her workplace himself if he could.
Little did he know, she had felt the same all this time but because of her dense nature, all his attempts had gone unnoticed much to his frustration.
He loved the women but Janna she was oblivious.
Finally having enough, he gathered all his courage and bought a bouquet of her favorite flowers before meeting up with her for their weekly meeting.
Slowly approaching her figure with the flowers clenched tightly in his available hand, her back facing him as she stares at the notes in her hands.
And as he nears her, she must’ve heard the sound of his crutch clanking against the pavement which prompted her to face him. Her eyes immediately pointed towards the item in his hand.
Not allowing her a chance to speak, he forces the words out of his mouth.
“(Y/N), my dear. I must confess that I have been harboring feelings for you for the longest time.” He held out the flowers to her and he finally met her shell-shocked gaze. “If you wish, would you like to move our relationship forward and become romantically involved with each other?”
He didn’t need to wait very long for her response as he felt a force slam into him, making him stumble a few steps back whilst trying very hard not to fall over on his behind.
“Viktor of course!” Tackling him into a crushing hug, the woman happily accepts his confession which makes him breathe out a sigh of relief. He had somewhat concluded that the woman had felt something for him but he still had his doubts.
How could anyone blame him? (Y/N) was a stunning and brilliant woman who could have anyone of her choosing. And she picked him.
Looking down on his bad leg, he swears to himself that he would do anything to overcome the illness that was plaguing his body.
He finally has the woman of his dreams in his arms, one that loves him back nonetheless which was nothing less than a miracle itself. He hadn’t even entertained the thought of having a lover before her, long having banished the mere thought of it believing that that life would never be his.
Yet here he was with her wrapped around him, the two still feeling the high of the new advancement in their relationship.
Now with another person to live for, someone that he could envision spending the rest of his life with. He needed to find a cure and he will do so at any cost.
As he was thinking that, he wasn’t aware of the downward spiral that awaited him in the future. One that would bring him nothing but regrets and pain.
“VIKTOR! Where is he?!” A woman bursts into the front desk of the emergency department running up to the counter before frantically asking for the location of her lover.
A mere hour ago, she had just woken up that morning alone in bed. Feeling confused by the empty space, she heads out to search for him after she was sure she wasn’t going to collapse in public. She hadn’t been feeling well for the past few days which was why Viktor had confined her to bed with strict instructions not to overwork herself.
Remembering his weakened state, she shook her head in exasperation. How hypocritical of him. Always caring for those around him but never himself.
He had been working late into the night these past couple of days but had promised her he would be back today after resolving something concerning the negotiations regarding the rising tensions between the two cities.
After exiting her shared home with Viktor, she had only been walking for a couple of minutes before stumbling upon the news about the council tower being blown to pieces with the councilmen still inside.
Knowing exactly that had been where the inventor was, she immediately rushed to the hospital that she knew would be housing the victims of the incident. It had been the one she worked at after all.
Checking the chart located to the right of her, the nurse behind the counter scanned the list briefly before her eyes came to a stop. Her lips thinned at the words presumably written next to Viktor’s name.
“Ma’am, we have no idea where that patient is. But in amongst all this chaos, honestly, I wouldn’t be shocked if he died and someone had his room cleared out for another patient.” The nurse gave her a sympathetic nod before rushing off to complete another task that required her immediate attention.
Leaving a dazed (Y/N) standing there all by herself. The words that had been just uttered to her are still sinking into her head.
Dead? Viktor?
The two words put together in the same sentence was something she was able to process.
Sure he had been looking ill these past few days, but he had promised her that he was so very close to a breakthrough.
He had looked so sure of it as he lay on that hospital bed a couple of days ago. His skin pale as the sheets he lay on, his cheeks sunken as if he had been starved for weeks.
But his eyes when he said those words to her had looked as bright as the day she met him. Brimming with fiery determination as he grasped her hand with as much strength as he could muster at that moment.
Refusing to believe the nurses words, (Y/N) continues to search high and low for the love of her life but no matter how hard she tries. Her efforts had proven to be unsuccessful.
Not even Jayce, the man of progress himself, could locate the Zaunite. It was as if he had vanished into thin air, leaving a shell of a woman behind.
Sitting on the edge of their bed, the nurse could only stare at the broken remnants of a cane that once belonged to the man who had stolen her heart.
It was the only thing they could find at the site that solidified the fact that he had been at the tower when it was attacked.
But the question remains, where is he?
No one knew the answer to that question and had assumed the worst. (Y/N) had refused to believe it at first but as days passed, she allowed her rationality to sink in and it became clearer to her that the man had most likely perished from his injuries.
Tears began to well up in her reddened eyes as she clenched pieces of the cane tightly to her chest. It didn’t take long for the room’s silence to be filled up with the cries of a grieving woman.
Over the next few days, she became more and more ill as time passed. Initially, she had passed it off as some stomach flu or perhaps the lack of self-care.
With the lack of sleep, fearing the nightmares that plagued her the moment she gave into the darkness or the dread of waking up with the space beside her cold and empty on top of the lack of appetite to eat. She wasn’t expecting her body to be in the best shape.
But with the increasing amount of familiar symptoms paired with the absence of her monthly flow, such as the morning sickness, the fatigue and her tender breasts. It became obvious as to what sickness had plagued her body.
She had seen it in so many patients in her days as a nurse but never to her. Never had she expected that she would be experiencing the same things as they did, especially not now.
Clutching her stomach, she feels her knees buckle as she slowly descends onto the ground while realization sinks in.
She was…pregnant?
Viktor’s child was growing inside of her.
They will never be able to meet their father and she will never be able to share this experience with him. Of course she had envisioned this several times in the past but Viktor’s presence had been consistent in those visions.
Her heart clenched tightly at the thought of it but she resists the urge to break down at that very moment. She wouldn’t allow it.
She had been so luckily blessed with one final gift from her love who had departed this word. One final reminder of the love they shared together and she will do right by them at any costs.
She cannot fall apart now, not while she had their child growing inside of her.
They need a strong mother and that’s exactly what she will be. That’s the least she could do for her unborn child.
They had already lost a father, they couldn’t lose their mother as well.
Many months later, inside a lab hidden deep inside the city of Zaun looks away from their work while their back tenses up at the news that had just been revealed to him.
“She’s…pregnant?” Singed hums in confirmation, allowing the information to sink in for the man sitting across him.
“And it’s mine?” The older man nods his head. “…I see…” The room returns back to its former silence, the atmosphere tenser than before.
“This offspring of yours could be beneficial for you Viktor.” Frowning, the supposed dead man looks at his former mentor but does nothing to show any objection as to what he was suggesting.
Remaining silent, he allows the man to continue.
“I understand that you have been having trouble eh…experimenting on yourself as of lately. Perhaps your child could be a solution to that?”
Viktor allows the suggestion to ponder in his mind. Ever since escaping the hospital after that blast, he had been spending all his time working endlessly on overcoming his chronic illness.
After spending all this time with Singed and along with his close encounter with death itself, he had finally understood the man’s words completely. And he had ingrained those words into his head.
Love and legacy are the necessary sacrifices for the sake of progress.
He had allowed these words to carve itself into his mind and body. Completely forgetting about the love he had so desperately tried to live for in the first place as he slipped further and further away from the man he used to be.
Replacing flesh with metal, fortifying it with the energy he harvested from the Hexcore. He had been stronger than he ever was before.
However, as with the path that comes with progress, comes with challenges. And this time, it had taken the form of a wall in his research to immortality.
And with the new him, he finds himself agreeing with the plan to use his own flesh and blood for the sake of progress.
All he had to do now was wait.
The sounds of a baby crying pierced through the air. (Y/N) had chosen to give birth alone within the comforts of her own home without knowing that this would be a decision she’d come to regret very soon.
As soon as she had lifted her newborn into her arms, their sobs slowly faded as they settled into the warm embrace of their mother.
Then, the doors of her house were slammed open with a loud bang.
The sound immediately alarming the exhausted mother and scaring the infant who soon began to wail again, however this time, it was in fright.
Clutching her baby to her chest, she tries to get up from her bed only to stumble down onto the ground. Her legs were unable to support her weight as her body was still weak from the recent birth.
Before she could even attempt to stand back up, she hears loud heavy footsteps making its way to the doors of her bedroom. Oddly enough it sounded metallic, as if the intruder had adjourned a full body of metal armor.
Clink.
Clank.
Clink.
Clank.
It wasn’t long before the doors to the room burst open to reveal a familiar face attached to an unfamiliar metallic body.
His bony limbs now replaced with something thicker, stronger with glowing purple markings shining through the metal plates. The corners of his jaw were covered with the same material, making his face seem harsher than before.
And his eyes…
He was so different now and most importantly, he was standing before her.
That’s…not possible.
He was dead.
How?
“Viktor?” Happiness begins to fill her heart but it quickly turns to dread when his face remains emotionless while he stares down at her fallen figure. She couldn’t see an ounce of love in his dark eyes. If he still had any love left for her, it wasn’t visible to her at that very moment.
And that terrified her.
His eyes landed on the small bundle in her arms before he began to make his way over, his intent feeling malicious to her. A sinking feeling in her gut told her that this was no longer the man she loved all those months ago.
He’s changed, not just physically.
“Viktor? What are you doing?” Trying to hold her daughter away from the man she once knew so well, she questions him nervously but it was met with a cold silence.
She knew the answer to her own question but she had remained hopeful that her intuition was wrong. But a mother is never wrong when it comes down to her child, at least not this time.
She tried resisting him, she really did.
But her weakened body was no match for the new and improved physique of his forged from the most durable metal.
Pulling back her shoulders, he tears the baby away from her arms with a harsh tug much to her horror.
“NO-give her back! Give me my child!” She cries and begs but he pays no heed to her nor to the child now in his clutches crying for her mother.
(Y/N) attempts to scramble to her feet but she is unable to find the strength to get up at that very moment. Not noticing the blood pooling below her.
“VIKTOR PLEASE!” She desperately tries begging him but that only succeeded in him pausing at the door for a brief moment before he continued to walk away.
Leaving her screaming and crying for her newborn baby that was stolen from her, merely minutes after having her in her arms for the very first time.
And she may never get to hold her again.
The moment she was able to muster up the ability to stand, (Y/N) quickly pulled on a coat that covered the filthy gown she had worn for the birthing of her child. Wasting not a second longer, she limps as fast as she could all the way to the home of a man she knew that could help her.
Upon reaching her destination, she begins to pound her fists onto the front doors.
“JAYCE! JAYCE PLEASE! HELP!” The man had been resting on his living room couch when the yelling came. Jumping to his feet, he quickly rushed to the door and fling it open only to find the lover of his former best friend.
“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” Her coat unravels by itself to reveal the blood on her nightgown, the sight of it alarming the man. “What happened to you?! Are you oka-“
The frantic woman cuts him off before he could finish his sentence. “HE TOOK HER! OH GOD-HE TOOK MY CHILD!!”
Escorting the hysterical woman into his home, he tries to soothe her to the best of his abilities but his attempts prove to be futile.
It took several tries before the new mother was finally able to make out a few coherent sentences and Jayce was able to quickly piece the puzzles together.
Despite feeling overwhelmed by the news of his best friend being alive, he wasted no time to ease the woman into his living room coach before grabbing his hammer that lay almost forgotten in his closet.
He took a few seconds to take it in, remembering the incident that took place the last time he had wielded it in his hands, the blood it had shed under his guidance.
He shakes the sinking guilt off of his mind, he had other priorities at the moment. Lifting the weapon into his grasp, he rushes to the front door before pausing for a brief second to look back at (Y/N) who returned his gaze.
“Please, bring her back.”
Without any hesitation, he nods.
And with that he rushes into the night, time was of the essence and he’d be damned if he fails this woman again.
Now alone in the lab with no one but him and the whimpering infant, Singed’s words echoed in his head.
“I see you were successful in your endeavor.” The masked man pauses to take in the sight of the baby. “Well, I’ll leave you to it then. I believe with its help, I’m sure you will have no issues unlocking the secrets to your immortality.”
And with those encouraging words, he turned and left.
While laying the baby onto the cold metal table, he hesitated as he pondered on whether or not to strap her down to the surface. Looking over to the blood stained leather straps located to the right of him, he winces slightly at the history that came with it.
After all, he had been partially responsible for them.
Your tearful face flashed in his head for a brief moment. He could still hear your cries begging for him to return your daughter echoing through his mind. He remembers feeling a small clench in his chest when seeing you in that state, but then Singed’s words roared loudly in his head which once again reminded him of his ultimate goal.
Perhaps a small mercy for the child. He thinks to himself before opting that the straps were better left alone.
Picking up a needle filled with a familiar pink liquid, he turns back around to face the newborn who had already laid her big innocent eyes on his form which made him pause. The shade of amber perfectly matching the ones that used to color his own amber irises, now replaced by an unnatural glowing gold surrounded by a dark murky black.
She tilted her head to its side. Not knowing why, he had mimicked her action and reached out to poke her plush cheeks before his mind could comprehend it.
It was…soft.
All of a sudden, the infant bursts into fits of tiny giggles that fill the silence of the lab. With her tiny hands, she grabbed onto his finger that had touched her and began to wave it around as if it had been a toy of some sorts.
Slowly, Viktor begins to tremble as a feeling of guilt begins to creep up on him.
“…why are you smiling?” He asks her, despite knowing that he won’t receive an answer. Sensing the rising hesitation within him, he speaks up again. “Why can’t I…”
He had been working so hard to survive, and yet when the solution was right in front of him, he found himself struggling to continue.
“This is my natural right! This child is mine and mine alone! I can do with it what I please! Can I not?!” Frustrated, he yells to himself. “I endured this pain and suffering for so long! Didn’t I?!”
He shakes his head, trying to rid of the guilt that was beginning to overwhelm him. He was fighting a losing battle.
“I mustn’t waver!” He tries to hold on but his resolve quickly crumbles into nothing as he looks down, he sees his daughter still smiling at him. The infant had been completely oblivious as to what he was about to do to her just moments ago.
“Stop that…” Her smile resembles yours almost identically. He sees your face flashing next to hers, your features almost identical had it not been for her amber eyes, flashing him the same bright grin that would never fail to make his squeeze from a delightful ache.
The baby happily coos at him while tears begin to fall from his eyes. “Please stop smiling!” He begs.
Looking at the needle that was still clutched in his other hand, he quickly hurls it away from him as if the mere touch of it burnt him.
Quickly shoving all the equipment away from his baby and off of the table, they fall to the ground with a clang, some shattering into a million pieces. He lifts her tiny body and clutches her close to his chest as he begins to apologize profusely.
The weight of his actions finally hit him at full force, shattering the fog his mind had been under the last few months.
“I’m so sorry little one. I-I” Stuttering, he holds her tighter as he remembers the exact plans he had for the child, his child. The pain she would’ve gone through because of him.
Her own father.
He begins to sob silently while holding onto her, unable to comprehend what he was about to do to the life that he created with you.
The woman he had supposedly loved with all his being.
He was a monster.
Jayce runs through the quiet streets of the Undercity, in search of the whereabouts of the father daughter. With help of a few crude threats, he was able to get an idea of where Viktor could be located.
As he nears his destination, he encounters a badly scarred man whose coat covered the lower half of his face. He pays him no attention. Trying to run past the man, he finds himself stopping after hearing the words that came from him.
“You won’t be able to save him, you know?” Singed muses which angered the man.
“What are you talking about?” He spats, turning to face the scientist with his fist clenching tightly onto his weapon.
“Viktor, I assume that is who you’re looking for, yes?” Jayce’s eyes narrow at the question but says nothing. “I’m afraid there’s nothing to save your friend from.”
Singed continues to explain himself. “He finally truly understands that progress comes at the sacrifice of legacy and even love. I too had learnt that lesson, though it had been a hard pill to swallow. It was necessary.”
“Viktor was the kindest man I know, he would never-“ The man pauses mid-sentence, hesitating briefly as he wonders if his friend had truly changed for the worst, despite not wanting to believe it. He remembers the look on your face when he opened his door.
The terror and the sheer panic.
“Are you so sure about that?” It was at this Jayce had looked up to see Singed gesturing to an emotionless Viktor walking out of a broken down building while holding a small bundle to his chest.
He had barely been able to recognize the man with all of his bionic enhancements. If his face had been concealed, Jayce doubted he would be able to identify him.
“As you can see, Viktor isn’t a man that needs savi-“ Singed is quickly silenced by something unexpected from his apprentice’s part.
Feeling suffocated and a dull throbbing pain that came from his chest. He slowly looks down to see a metal claw piercing through his torso from the back and as Viktor removes the metal limb from his body, he falls to the ground limply. The life instantly fading from his eyes.
A quick death.
“I’m afraid there was an error in his observation that he failed to see. It’s a shame seeing as though he died because of it.” Viktor stated nonchalantly while looking down at the corpse. “No matter what the sacrifices I make, nothing can make me harm my own child.”
He looks back at the sleeping infant who nuzzled her little face deeper into his chest. “And I won’t let anyone attempt it, not as long as I’m breathing.”
Despite feeling shocked at the turn of events, Jayce couldn’t help but feel happy to have his friend back.
Nervously, (Y/N) slowly paces back and forth in the living room of her house. Her mind plays thousands of different scenarios in her head, each making her more anxious by the second.
Unable to stand the sight of the door, she returns to the nursery that she had spent months building and perfecting for the arrival of her baby.
Wanting to bask in the comfort it brought to her.
It had been the room she spent the most time in during the whole of her pregnancy. The presence of her child filled it and without her baby in her arms, this was the closest thing to it.
Then just when her nerves begin to settle, she hears her front door slowly open with a creak that she was familiar with.
Immediately snapping her head in its direction, her tiredness fading instantly as she becomes high on alert. Her mind replaying the traumatic incident that just hours ago.
Paralyzed by fear, she remained still as she stared at the door. Hearing slow heavy footsteps approaching closer and closer to the room she was in. The very ones that haunted her since the earlier events.
The door soon swings open to reveal Viktor with her baby girl safely wrapped up in a raggedy blanket and tucked in the crook of his arm.
A guilty expression was splattered on his face but she remained indifferent to it, still feeling wary and untrusting towards the man before her. His saddened face did nothing to melt the ice and fear that sat in her chest.
Where were these emotions when he left her on the floor, crying and begging for him to return the child she had so dearly loved? Practically soaked in her own blood.
Her motherly instincts were screaming for her to snatch her child back from him but her fear of hurting the baby in the process stopped her from doing so.
Observing him closely, she realizes that he was being so gentle with the life he helped create. He looked almost, nurturing.
A stark contrast to the man who stormed her house just hours before.
Despite the anger brewing inside of her, she allows him to place the baby into her cradle. Her anger almost boiling over when he reached over to take her hand in his and began to quietly beg for forgiveness.
“(Y/N) I- I have no words to describe how sorry I am for the way I treated you. The way I took our-your daughter away from you. I have no excuse-“
“Damn right you have no excuses.” She hisses while he is mid-sentence.
How dare he?
How dare he come in here with her child and act so…human. So remorseful.
Especially after what he had done.
“And that is a weight I will carry on my shoulders until the end of my days.” She wanted to yell at him so bad but something about the way his teary eyes looked at her made her pause. “But I want you to know that I am so terribly sorry about what I’ve done.”
He had almost looked like the Viktor she’d known. The one she’d loved.
“I don’t expect you to forgive me. Janna knows I don’t deserve it.” Taking a shaky breath, he continues with his apology. He owed her that, at the very least.
“I had been in a trance all these months, so lost in the desperation to escape death that I’ve forgotten the true reason why I had been so desperate to live in the first place.” With a small pained smile, he turns to look at their sleeping child who was still peacefully sleeping away in her cradle.
“But after looking at this little miracle that we made, it made me remember.” He looks back at the woman in front of him, who was visibly struggling to keep her tears at bay. “If you allow it and only if you allow it, I wish to have another chance. Another chance for us to be a family.”
Sensing the hesitation on her face, the conflict as she battles between two different voices screaming in her head. He leans back away from her but his eyes are still bored into hers. As if trying to show how genuine he was at that moment.
And she saw it.
“I-I expect nothing from you. I have been so-“ He struggles to speak through his shuddering breath that was holding back a sob “horrible to you.” Images of your bloodied state flashed through his head and the way he had responded made him sick to his stomach.
(Y/N) was now looking at the man before her. A man who was clearly different from the one that had severely traumatized her and finally seeing one who she was more familiar with. One she had been yearning after for so long.
“If you do not wish to see me again, I will respect your decision and leave.” He closes his eyes, allowing the tears to fall at the thought of never seeing the two again.
Desperately hoping that he hasn’t lost the both of them now after just finding his way back to them again after so long. But he knew that the decision wasn’t up to him. He didn’t deserve to make that choice.
Allowing the question to sink in, the woman remained quiet as her thoughts roared in her head.
She had been so desperate to have him back in her life all this time, aching to be a family that was complete. She had dreamt of this so many nights only to wake up cold and alone with no one next to her.
The bitterness and the countless heartaches she had experienced when seeing happy families out and about. The envy.
Was she expected to decline him? Did she even have the strength to do so?
Would it be wrong for her to say yes?
If being wrong feels so good, then (Y/N) doesn’t want to be right.
Finally allowing her true emotions to show, she sobs as she lowers herself to join Viktor on the ground and holds tightly onto him. Trying to ground herself to the newfound reality, hoping that this wasn’t a dream or a hallucination.
With one hand, she reaches up to cup the side of his face and tilts his head back up so he could face her. His eyes are just as teary as hers. However rather than the relief that filled hers, hesitance and remorse filled his.
She slowly leans and allows for her lips to gently connect with his. And Viktor’s body stills, momentarily feeling as though nothing of the moment was real. And yet after a few seconds had passed with her lips still lingering against his.
He realized that this wasn’t a cruel trick from his mind.
Quickly overcoming his shock, Viktor tearfully smiles into the kiss and pulls her close to him using both arms. Wanting to hold her close and never let go.
“I forgive you.”
And that was all the words the two needed.
Later that night, the couple laid on the carpeted floor together whilst leaning their backs against the wall, cuddling against one another. Together, they reminisce about the past before the incident and learnt more about what they had missed in each other’s absence.
Until something caught (Y/N)’s attention.
“Oh..” Viktor tenses at this. The tone of her voice made him uneasy.
“What it is? Is something wrong?” Laughing softly at his apprehension, she waves him off.
“Nothing, it’s just that all this time we have been referring to our child as ‘our child’, ‘our baby’, ‘she’ and so on. I just realized that I haven’t had the chance to name her yet.” She senses his slowly returning guilt. “I’ve gone through so many names these past few months but nothing ever seemed right.”
Hearing her explanation, he allows himself to relax slightly. But the guilt lingers.
“I wanted the name to mean something, to both of us.” Her words sent a flutter to his chest. Elated that she was so thoughtful of him, even in his absence.
After pondering for a while, Viktor picks out a name that stood out in his mind. “What do you think of the name, Nikola.”
(Y/N) repeated the name to herself, finding that she had liked the way it sounded.
“It means ‘people’s triumph’.” Looking at the sleeping bundle, he smiles. “Something about it feels right.”
“I love it.” She leans on his shoulder with a happy sigh. As if the missing piece in her heart had returned and everything was finally complete.
“Nikola it is then.” He leans his head to rest on hers, feeling eternally grateful to have his family by his side. Swearing that he’ll do whatever it takes to earn that right. He will make it up to them, he swears.
Finally, their bodies had finally allowed for events of the night to sink in as the two surrendered to their fatigue.
Tomorrow, a new day will arrive and they will begin their journey as a family. Once separated by tragedy and fear but now reunited with their love in the form of their daughter, Nikola.
Their little champion.
Author's note:
I hope you liked this and once again, a big thank you to hypocritic-trash-baby for allowing me to write their story.
Also for those who want someone to rant to about Viktor, don't hesitate to spam my inbox. I also desperately need someone to talk to about how amazing this man is.
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LGBTQ+ Disabled Characters Showdown Round 1, Wave 3, Poll 16
A character being totally canon LGBTQ+ and disabled was not required to be in this competition. Please check qualifications and propaganda before asking why a character is included.
Check out the other polls in this wave and prior here.
Eduoar Corabelli II-The Reader Trilogy / Sea of Ink and Gold
Qualifications:
He's canonically mlm and has depression, and both his relationship with the man he loves and his mental illness are very important to his character and story. Since it's high fantasy the term 'depression' isn't actually available to him, but it's explicitly canon anyway and he just calls it 'melancholia.'
Propaganda:
Ed is like a Disney princess with depression--gentle, kind, loves animals dearly, all that jazz. He's also, when we meet him, being crushed under the weight of responsibility and a familial curse that kills every family member and each person they love before their time, and he's in the most fascinating, sweet, twisted little unspoken relationship. He loves this guy, his childhood friend, but is too scared because of the curse to give voice to those feelings; this guy loves him, but is too reluctant to talk about it, because of the guilt of actively poisoning Ed in a drawn-out assassination attempt and having just killed Ed's last relative. Also, Ed knows he's being poisoned and is gladly going along with it, because he's suicidal. It's complicated; he does get better though. Just know that their love is profound, but not as good as Ed deserves, and when he breaks free of the mental prison of being cursed and leaves the shadow of a man who almost killed him despite that love, he finds he's not just a good person but a capable one
Mod note: apparently according to Mod A “I HAD TO SCROLL THROUGH GOODREADS FOR LIKE TEN MINUTES TO FIND OUT IF THIS GUY EVEN EXISTS”
Eda Clawthorne-The Owl House
Qualifications:
She has a magical chronic disorder which has flare-ups, is mitigated by taking medication (potions), and has similar side effects to many real disorders such as fatigue, greying hair, and physical impairment (drains magic, a natural ability of *most witches). Unlike in other stories however, her condition is NOT ever completely cured. It does evolve and become more manageable over the course of the story, but she still experiences symptoms from it. Eda also loses one of her arms later in the story. She does get a replacement hook, but it is never shown whether she has a functional prosthetic or not. Most likely, she only has one fully functioning arm after this. As for being queer, she is in a relationship with a nonbinary person and is all but confirmed bisexual (has a secret box with the bi flag on it seriously why else would she have this). Also the owl house has a Lot of queer characters in it and I mean. just look at her. I would be surprised if she wasn't queer somehow.
Bisexual, and has a curse that affects her day to day life
Bi & lost arm and has a chronic illness metaphorically
Propaganda:
Has canonically dated both men and a non-binary person. Her curse affects her ability to use magic (and at one point outright stops it), which is very important in witch life. Said curse also causes her body parts to fall off sometimes. Many have said her curse is like a metaphor for depression but really it's more like a magic version of a physical disability (although I wouldn't be surprised if she actually also had depression).
Uuuuh she’s great and stuff idk I can’t propaganda well sorry
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'Wicked Love Blooming In The Dark Night' Story Event: Chapter 2
Roger Route
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???: Thank you so much for waiting, Roger!
The person who approached Roger was a young man with brown hair.
Young Man: This is…?
Roger: Ah, she’s my lover. She insisted on sticking to me today, so… yeah.
Kate: Huh? I did n—
Young Man: Ah, I see! Nice to meet you. I’m Ben, and I’m a pharmacist!
Kate: I’m Kate. Did you and Roger arrange to meet here?
Young Pharmacist: Yes! Ever since I first met Roger at this tavern, we became great buddies.
Young Pharmacist: At first, I felt embarrassed because I was a mere pharmacist, compared to the Royal Physician.
Roger: Haha, you say that and yet you’re the one inviting me for daytime drinking these days.
Outsiders must never know about the existence of Crown.
Therefore, “royal physician” must’ve been the alias Roger used with outsiders.
Urged by Roger, the young pharmacist sat down and started talking happily.
(Fufu, they seem to be very close.)
Roger: This guy may be young, but he’s one talented chap. Rumour has it that the drug you buy from him is exceptionally effective.
Roger: Apparently, even long-term chronic illness can be cured instantly.
Kate: That’s like magic!
Young Pharmacist: Magic? Ahaha, right. If only I could really become a magician who magically heals the sick.
Roger: …
The three of us continued our lively conversation—.
…
(Leaving his wallet with someone to pay the bill for him. How convenient.)
I paid the bill and went outside to look for Roger.
(Ah, found him.)
Kate: Roge—
(Huh…?)
In the alleyway, Roger slipped “something” into Ben’s hand.
It was money.
Roger: Then, I’ll see you “again”.
When Ben left, Roger noticed my presence.
Kate: Roger, just now—
Roger: Ah, I purchased some of that miracle drug from him and gave him advanced payment.
Kate: Drug?
Roger: If the drug he made is truly that effective, we should have it in stock for the palace or Crown.
Kate: I understand that, but why did you have to do it in such a shady place?
Roger: Purchasing drug for the palace means that there will be less of it available for the people. Won’t that look bad if done openly?
(That's a reasonable explanation. There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with that.)
(But something feels off.)
Kate: … Roger, is that really all?
Roger’s eyes that rarely ever showed his emotions flickered.
Roger: You suspect that I betrayed someone. … Right?
(...)
Roger: It's up to you to decide whether I’ve betrayed anyone, and whether my actions were good or evil.
Roger: Haha, your thoughts are written all over your face.
Roger: Young lady. You want an answer from me, but it’s not going to be that easy.
Roger: Even if I do give you an answer, you can't be sure that it’s the truth, can you?
Roger’s eyes were fixed onto me — like a predator eyeing its prey.
(He’s warning me. I’ll get myself into trouble if I go any further.)
Crown’s purpose was to fight evil with evil, they existed in a dark world that no one should step into.
(I feel like I’m being skinned alive and having all my weaknesses exposed.)
Putting my safety at risk was not part of my job as a fairytale writer, I was sure that no one would hold me accountable for backing out.
(However, I agreed to become a fairytale writer to save my life.)
(... I want to be accountable for my own decision.)
If not, I might lose myself in this dark world.
(Therefore…)
Kate: … I’m not going to back out. I said it myself that I wanted to spend the entire day by your side.
Roger: … Huh?
Roger: I like it, this side of you. Courageous and earnest. … I’m almost moved to tears.
Roger ruffled my hair with his tough hand.
Kate: H-Hey
Roger: Haha, you’re so cute. Come on, let’s get going. You said you’re not chickening out, right?
Kate: Y-Yes!
…
(Where are we…)
We arrived at an abandoned warehouse after sunset.
And then—.
Young Pharmacist: Sorry to have kept you waiting, Roger. Here’s the drug I made.
The young pharmacist took the drugs out of his leather bag and held it out to Roger.
Roger: So this is the cure-all drug called— “blue pill”.
Young Pharmacist: Yes! Taking this drug can cure you of all your ailments instantly.
Young Pharmacist: That’s why the price is a little bit on the high end—
Roger: The price doesn't matter to me. But is this all the stock you’re selling?
Young Pharmacist: Huh?
Roger: I was thinking that it'd be good to stock up on this “superior quality” drug at the royal palace.
For a split second, I thought I saw the look in Roger’s eyes change.
His gaze was sharp, calm, and yet angry at the same time.
Young Pharmacist: Of course! I still have some of this drug in stock.
Roger: Where are you storing them?
Young Pharmacist: Where, huh. … Erm, it's a warehouse I rented nearby Euston Station.
Roger: Euston, A501XXX—
Young Pharmacist: Wha.
Jude: I already did my research on that place. The trading company has also been eyeing that area.
I turned in the direction that voice was coming from, and saw Jude and Ellis standing on the second floor.
(Why are the two of them here?)
(No way— that means this is…)
Roger: We’ve got the evidence. Go to that warehouse and seize all the “blue pill”.
Ellis: Understood.
Jude: Tch, that place is far from here. How troublesome.
Young Pharmacist: What’s all this about, Roger?
Ellis: … Roger.
Ellis tossed Roger’s hunting rifle down from the second floor.
Roger caught it and pointed it at the young pharmacist’s forehead.
Young Pharmacist: !?
Roger: Doctors and medicine exist precisely because illnesses aren't so easy to cure.
Roger: And yet, you had the cheek to take advantage of and trample on that.
Roger: — Save your apologies for the afterlife.
— BANG.
(Ah…)
(... Wh… wha…)
My field of vision was dyed bright red with blood.
My heart hammered hard against my chest, I stood there petrified as Roger put down his rifle and approached me.
Roger: I took the initiative to approach that pharmacist, built a trusted relationship with him, then I betrayed and killed him.
Kate: …
Roger: Here’s the question, young lady.
Roger: Was my betrayal evil or justified? What are your thoughts on it?
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