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wowa-bublord · 2 months

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Mentally lying on my bed and kicking my feet like a schoolgirl while joyously waiting for more Zack and Cloud sketchies ❤️ In your AU is Cloud completely conscious and aware when he first breaks out of his coma? Or is there a sort of in-between zone for awhile? If there is, is Zack overjoyed or worried out of his mind (or both)? Does Cloud struggle with allowing somebody to take care of him?

Sending you virtual hugs should you want them or a crisp and respectful nod of the head if not!

IM SORRY this ask only just showed up in my inbox but it says it's from march 24th?? tumblr killing me with daggers,,,, This is going to be a long one sorry!! I'll explain the stages of his coma first, and then the stages of waking up from it.

In the beginning, while they are on the run, Cloud is in.. something close to a catatonic state. He can perform basic instincts, such as blinking, swallowing, the small stumble-steps he's shown doing in gameplay, and making small noises. In my au/headcanon, this is because of the Mako keeping his body up and functioning in spite of his intense poisoning. Because of the Mako, his muscles also don't atrophy during this period. He has no memories from this era at all.

After this, a little before the battalion but mostly after, his body begins to heal from his Mako poisoning. Which is good. but the lack of the access Mako leaves his body with far less functions. He begins to lose the ability to eat, becomes unable to even stumble, his eyes shut and don't open again. He falls into a full comatose state. Which, although it is very scary for Zack, and takes a lot more work and medical equipment, is actually a good sign for his healing. Fighting off mako poisoning this far is already rare.

(In this segment, he is kept fed and hydrated through his IV, but he switches to an NG tube after he wakes up, due to the inconvenience of the IV and continued difficulty swallowing.)

His first signs of waking up were a few weeks before he opened his eyes. He began responding to stimuli, ears flicking at noises, hands tensing, eyes occasionally opening but not for long. It's at this stage that he also starts having nightmares, and becomes more aware of his environment. He has blurry memories from this era, but in the moment he was mostly just confused and distressed, and didn't process it. this took up most of the few weeks.

After some time, he began to have more moments of consciousness and rational thought. He could start to respond to simple questions or requests such as blinking or closing his hands. He only vaguely remembers this. It lasts a few days

when he actually began to wake up, initially he was incredibly upset and confused, not being recovered enough to actually process the situation. This resulted in him lashing out, not knowing where he was and initially not recognizing zack, he struggled and tried to pull his tubes out. This was the final stage to his waking up, only lasts an hour? possibly a few hours? and he was finally fully awake after this!!

When Cloud woke up from his coma, his body was incredibly weak from being bedridden so much. His muscles had atrophied severely over the few months, which put him in a wheelchair as they worked on him recovering.

In this stage, he is mostly determined to improve again. He feels a lot of gratitude towards Zack for taking care of him so much, and a lot of frustration towards himself for not recovering faster.

his next stage was crutches, he recovered his arm strength faster than his legs. He begins to pick up on zack overworking himself, but he's unsure how to approach it, and often ends up saying the wrong thing. (He still uses an NG tube in this era, but he begins to be able to eat on his own, so he doesn't have it in for much longer)

His next stage is using a cane, which he ends up using for a long while. Even after his muscles have recovered, he maintains knee/hip pain for the rest of his life. He also has migraines and memory issues like in canon. At this stage, he begins to get frustrated with Zack more and more. He appreciates Zacks help, but feels frustrated with feeling like Zack doesn't trust him to take care of himself, and upset with how Zack prioritizes Cloud so much over himself. Due to these frustrations, he grows more confrontational. (<- comic linked is not 100% canon to this au, just an example.) Zack is overjoyed that Cloud is awake. He thought Clouds return to consciousness would help his fears and guilt ease, but for some reason he finds himself more worried than ever. He always backs off when Cloud says he wants space, but he finds himself worrying about what Cloud is doing now that he isn't able to be monitoring him all the time, and then guilty for feeling so worried.

#zack lives au #zack fair #my art #cloud strife #zakkura #zack fair ffvii #cloud strife ffvii #zack fair ff7 #cloud strife ff7 #zack x cloud #clack #NOT ALL THE MEDICAL INFORMATION IN HERE IS 100% ACCURATE. i talked to someone who works with caretakers #but i am not a caretaker nor a nurse nor medically trained #plus I smudged some of the facts of comatose and catatonic states to fit with the symptoms cloud displays in canon #so its like.. a fantasy coma and doesn't fully reflect what someone would experience in real life #i hope it isn't too egregiously done if anyone has some critique or suggestions i want to hear them!!!!!#coma cw #medical struggles cw

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little-pondhead · 3 months

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The Folly of Men -

Chapter 1: #355E3B

AO3 - MASTERPOST

[GENERAL TW: Swearing, lukewarm violence, lots of POV changes, and mild body horror.]

[Fair warning, guys: Canon is a ball pit, and I’m throwing a baby into it. I have no clue what's happening. Feel free to point out mistakes!]

Danny was starting to hate the color green. It was the color of death.

Green reminded him of the portal that killed him, and the electricity that was constantly humming under his skin. It reminded him of being on the wrong end of an ecto-blaster and having to dodge for dear life. It reminded him of choking plants that swallowed him whole and tried to turn him into fertilizer. It reminded him of his glowing eyes and how they seemed to take up his entire face when he looked at himself in the mirror.

And right now, as he lay weakly on his side, grasping at fresh wounds with shaky fingers as he tried to ice them closed, the green blood that was splattered everywhere reminded him he wasn’t human.

Not anymore.

Green was a familiar color to Ra’s al Ghul. It was the color of life.

Green reminded him of the Lazarus Pits, mostly. When it was the reason he’d lived such a long life, how could it not be the first thing he thought of? Green also reminded him of his cloak and the warmth it wrapped him in during the cold desert nights when his wife was still alive. Of the beauty he saw in the natural world and why he wanted to protect it. It reminded him of his green eyes that have been passed down through his very few children and grandchildren. Green was the color of the al Ghuls and represented the power he’d amassed through centuries of hard work.

And right now, as he stood before the Well of Sins, Ra’s was reminded of a secret contract that was buried deep within his personal records, and the monster he’d made it with. The Gardener, the creature called itself, was a being who had crawled out of a Lazarus Pit years ago in search of Ra’s. Its flesh was made from thorny vines and grasses intertwined, and its eyes were tiny red blooms that glowed and made him feel sick just thinking about it. It had forced him into the contract, exchanging power and knowledge in return for a promise of help in the near future.

‘Near future,’ my ass. Timothy Drake's fleeting voice flickered in his mind, and he could only agree with his subconscious's crude words. It seemed like the only appropriate term as it had already been several centuries since the contract was made, and the being had yet to claim its part of the deal.

He watched, mind racing, as the Well of Sins started swirling frantically. He was alone, with his attendants on standby. Should he call them in? No. Whatever was causing the strange reaction in the pool had something to do with that contract. He could feel it. A power was tugging at his heart, drawing him closer to the edge of the green waters. He loathed to admit it, but this was beyond his scientific understanding. He just knew that every time he tried to look away and leave, his whole body felt like it was alight with flame.

So he stood. And he stared. For hours, possibly, before the first sign of something new caught his attention. A screeching sound was echoing from the bottom of the pool. It slowly got louder and higher pitched as the stone floor started glowing so bright Ra's almost risked the pain of glancing away.

A large head was making its way through the bottom of the pool. It went slowly to accommodate large shoulders, followed by a wide chest and narrow waist. The figure paid no mind to the churning of the Well of Sins and broke the surface of the waters with the ease of a seasoned swimmer. The screeching sound echoed wildly, bouncing unnaturally throughout the chamber, sounding more like incomprehensible words. Ra's wanted to plug his ears with wax and banish the figure back where it came from. Instead, he didn't even twitch an eye.

The Gardener stood before him. And it was carrying a body.

"Master of Lazarusss," it hissed, inclining its head in acknowledgment, but making no move to exit the pool. "Too long has it been, has it not? I've come to collect on my part of the deal."

Ra's nodded in return. Higher being or not, he refused to bow to anyone. "I've expected this, Gardener." He said roughly. Despite learning their language years ago, the sharp chirps and clicks made by the dead were difficult to sound out. It was like he was trying to mimic a broken radio. "Although it's taken longer than I expected for your arrival."

The Gardener clicked its beak in annoyance. "Don't give me flowery words, Pretender. It was not my choice whether to appear before you or not. The Scepter of our realm visited me long ago and commanded me thus; I only now see her vision behind it."

"I...see." He did not see, thank you very much. That was more information in two sentences than he'd ever managed to get from the Gardener. Were there others at play in this little contract of theirs? He did not like the idea of that. "And I assume this whole thing has something to do with the boy in your arms?"

The Gardener let out a low humming sound that seemed to originate from its chest and echo in Ra’s bones. It glanced down, turning the body over gently to let Ra's see his face. The boy was just a child, no older than sixteen. He was deathly pale and seemed eerily stiff, just as if rigor mortis had set in. His white hair was plastered to his forehead from the water, and his clothes were nothing more than rags. Thick green blood was leaking from several wounds and pooling underneath his skin. It wasn't hard to guess what the Gardener was about to ask.

"This is our Guardian and one of the last of his kind. His haunt is not safe anymore, and I task you with his care for the foreseeable future."

Without waiting for a response, the Gardener sloshed forward to set the boy oh-so-gently upon the edge of the pool, taking care that his thorns did not pierce the child. A few vines cupped his face gently as if the Gardener was sad about the boy's state of being.

The assassin made no move to step forward and claim him. "What iske?" He asked. Ra’s voice caught on the last syllable, and he had to repeat the question again properly. Annoying.

The Gardener didn’t seem to mind and just stepped back, relinquishing its hold completely. "He is our Guardian." It repeated. "Care for him well. His fraid will be on the hunt for him and return any harm tenfold. But earn his loyalty, and the power of the Infinite Realms will be at your fingertips. Good luck, Master of Lazarus."

With that, the Gardener disappeared beneath the waves of the Well of Sins, and the waters calmed. The only proof that someone had been there was the sopping wet teen that lay at Ra's feet.

Ra's stared at the boy. The tugging in his heart was a bind, he realized. And it was tying him to the boy. Well, caring for a dead child shouldn't be that hard. Despite his disagreement with Talia over the matter, Jason Todd had turned out just fine, hasn’t he?

With the contract heavy on his mind, Ra's turned and left the boy lying there, clicking his jaw and calling for his attendants to collect him. The Lazarus Pits had gifted him with a new heir, it seemed.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?”

In another world, a redheaded girl was on the edge of a rampage. Her scream echoed down the suburban street her house was on, and the neighbors sighed quietly and locked their windows shut, not realizing the severity of the question. They were used to this family's antics, and the girl's screaming as a result.

But this could not be written off as 'family antics.'

Jasmine Fenton, nicknamed ‘Jazz,’ was positively furious. Red-faced, she stood before her parents with steam coming from her ears and a bat in hand.

“Jazzy-pants, we-” her father tried.

“Nope!” Jazz put up a hand to stop him. “Never mind, I don’t want to hear it. I already know.”

She whirled around, tuning out her parents' protests as she stormed through their house. Correction, her parent’s house. If she had her way, Jazz would never see these metal and unloving walls ever again. Neither would her brother, once she found him.

Her phone rang, and she flipped it open with a snap, leaving the bat at the end of the hallway. Only a few people had her number, and it sure as hell wasn’t her parents calling her. “What.” She barked, shoving the phone between her shoulder and ear as she dug through Danny’s closet. His bug-out bag hadn’t been moved.

“It’s Tucker.”

“We have a code green and a code yellow.” She ground out. Good, the ecto-dejecto shots were up to date. The less time she spends in that god-forsaken lab, the better.

“Fuck.” Tucker swore. Rustling was heard and she heard another voice in the background. “I’m putting you on speaker.”

Jazz re-packed the bag quickly, adding in some non-essentials that she knew Danny would appreciate. After it was settled on her shoulders, she switched the phone back to her hand for a better grip. “Is Sam there?”

“I’m here.” The girl responded.

Jazz tripped over her bedroom carpet in her rush to her room. She cursed but recovered and started ransacking her closet and drawers. “Good. One of you needs to contact Danielle. Our parents sold Danny out, and the GIW took him while I was gone yesterday. I’m going ghost and getting him back. Tell Danielle she’s in danger since they have her ecto-signature now.”

“We’re going with you.” Sam said firmly. There was more rustling, and Jazz guessed they were looking for their own emergency bags. “I don’t care how long it takes; we’ll get him back.”

“Are you going to shut down the portal?” Tucker asked.

Jazz paused, considering it. In the original plan, Danny was in charge of shutting down the portal while Jazz and the others took care of the Fentons, GIW, and everything else. It was personal for him; his final resting place. But now that Danny was missing, and they needed a reliable escape route.

“Not permanently.” She decided. “I’ll figure out how to turn it off temporarily, or put a shield up, but Danny will need to be the one to make that call.”

Tucker started typing furiously on his laptop, muttering under his breath until he got to the file he wanted. “Sam and I will take care of the town defenses, and Dani’s on her way from New Zealand. She’ll be here in a few hours. I’m sending you a bug; plug it into the Fenton’s security systems, and it’ll lock them out of the house for now. Only do it after you’re done in the labs. Sam’s gone off and is pulling some strings to get all the ghosts in town back to the Zone. I’ll start tracking Danny and shutting down all the Fenton and GIW equipment I can find.”

“Thanks, Tucker. I’ll meet you guys at Nasty Burger in two hours; pass that message to Danielle.”

“Sure thing. Oh, and Jazz?”

“Yeah, Tuck?” Jazz started counting her hidden wads of cash, making sure it was all there. They never wanted to believe the Fentons would go this far, but she was glad they’d made contingency plans just in case.

She could hear Tucker’s silent snarl as he said his parting remark. “Leave enough of them behind for the rest of us.”

Jazz laughed, a little hysterical. “I’ll try.” She said, bidding him farewell. Honestly, she wasn’t even sure she could look at her parents ever again. But she knew, deep in her bones, that if they tried to stop her, there wouldn’t even be ashes left from the hell she would raise.

Gotham was caught in a storm. It was one of those ugly, howling summer storms that threw water in your eyes and bit your skin with a vengeance. Damian squinted, trying to make out the sight of Spoiler and Signal through the rain, but even their bright uniforms were lost in the shadows.

He tightened his grip on his grappling hook as a particularly harsh wind tried to throw him around like a ragdoll. Water seeped into his collar, making him shiver. A beep echoed in his ear, and he risked taking one hand off the line to answer his comms.

"Robin," Oracle was practically shouting in his ear over the storm. "Signal made it to the Cave. Spoiler is rounding up Condiment King, and then she'll do the same. You can go back now."

Damian tsked. "Father is still out here," he replied. "I shall not return until he does."

"Robin-" Oracle sighed.

Another gust of wind made him grunt, and he cut the call to refocus on scaling the building. The only good thing that came from such a wild storm was that most of the villains were smart enough to stay inside. Splitting up in such conditions always left a sour taste in his mouth, but Damian understood it was necessary to cover as much ground as possible during times of emergency.

He wasn't sure this counted as an emergency, but Todd was certainly treating it as such. The citizens of Crime Alley were being hit hard. Enough to the point where Red Hood had openly invited the Bats onto his turf to help with the flooding and evacuation from some unstable buildings. Batman and Red Robin had gone, leaving Robin and Orphan to cover their patrol routes.

Finally, finding purchase on the rough brick, Damian quickly hauled himself up to safety. Some of his equipment was ruined, and his costume was soaked. Truly, this storm had come out of nowhere.

His comms clicked back to life. "Robin." Cain's clipped tone was somehow louder than Oracle's voice.

"I'm here," he replied, scowling at the oily mud on his shoes. Damned pollution.

"Home," Orphan said simply.

Damian scowled even harder. He could argue with Oracle without issue, but he barely won when it came to speaking with Orphan. "...Fine." He sniffed. "I shall return."

"Good." Damian could hear the smile in her voice. "Agent A has cocoa."

"I'll consider it." He said stiffly. He imagined his adoptive sister smiling slyly and glancing toward the sky before the comms switched off, leaving him to his thoughts again. After checking his grapple to ensure it still worked, he started picking his way through the building at a snail's pace, letting himself get distracted whenever he spotted someone in trouble. The Batcave would be warmer and dryer than the streets, but not everyone had a dry place to return to. Every little bit helped in the long run, and even Damian wouldn't pass by a lost child in the rain.

The only thing that bothered him more than the dark clouds overhead and fresh hail on the way home was the unnatural feeling on his spine. It felt like someone was watching him, judging him. But when he looked, nobody was there.

The stars were gone.

Danny felt weightless as he floated, staring at the space where the stars were supposed to be. He felt lighter than normal. Danny was surrounded by colors that flowed and ebbed like the tide, taking him deeper into this mysterious space. Golden fish and silver deer wove past him as fire and ice trailed behind, and yet he couldn’t seem to muster up the energy to get up. He just laid there silently. A bone deep exhaustion was settling into him, but sleep refused him.

“Ghost Child.”

Oh, Danny was dreaming. He was already asleep.

He didn’t turn his head, nor acknowledge when the stars returned to his line of sight. The stars wrapped around him like a curtain, cutting off the rest of the dreamscape. Two bright eyes, burning like red giants, peered down at him as thin hands cupped his body.

“Ghost Child.” The voice repeated again, speaking in his mind even as the words were swallowed by the silence of space.

Danny turned his head slowly. “Nocturn,” he murmured. These too, were snatched from his throat and lost. The cold seeped into his chest and he hiccuped. He couldn’t speak. Not that he really wanted to.

Luckily, Nocturn seemed to understand him just fine. He cradled Danny gently, bringing him closer to his chest. Something shifted in the fabric of space, and suddenly Danny was being laid to rest on the smooth stone of a crescent moon, as pearly white as his own hair. He sighed as the coolness of the moon seeped into his body, soothing aches and burns he didn’t remember getting.

“Where are we?” He wanted to ask.

Nocturn blinked slowly at him, his face twisted down towards Danny. His ram’s horns glinted as a glowing blue jay landed on them and started preening itself. Danny wanted to fly with the bird. His body didn't move.

“Sleep, Ghost Child.” Nocturn hummed. The moon vibrated beneath Danny, soothing the electric currents that kept him awake no matter what he did. Danny’s eyes started sliding shut as Nocturn’s song wrapped around him like a lullaby.

The others… Danny’s mind whispered.

Are safe. The song replied. Rest, young guardian. Your people are safe. You did well.

That was all he needed to hear. Danny let himself fall into slumber, relief flooding his mind. Yes, his people were safe. He did well. He deserved some rest.

As the young ghost fell into a dreamless sleep, a real sleep, Nocturn gently tucked the boy in with a blanket made from his own starry robes, shifting the fabric once more to hide away his core, and the boy who was resting on it. The bluejay on his head chirped indignantly from the movement and flew away, leaving a trail of smoke behind.

Nocturn paid it no mind. Warnings from Fate were never a good idea to ignore, but the bird was but a memory of a life that had long since passed. It only stuck around because of the dreams that kept feeding it. The ghost let his lullaby continue as he returned to his work, taking care to move slowly.

Undergrowth was taking care of his physical body, so he would care for the boy's mind. Vortex was off to round up the little ghostlings who had scattered like dandelion seeds, and the Master of Time was keeping an eye on the rest of Phantom's fraid while they rampaged in the mortal realms. After the stunt he pulled to protect the Realms, it was the least the elder ghosts could do.

"Is the boy awake?" Ra's asked sharply, entering the private rooms he had set aside for the boy.

The attending nurse, an older man born with no tongue, bowed his head and signed, 'No, sir. Vitals are off. He is a cold corpse.'

Ra's regarded the boy. It has been several weeks since the Gardener dropped the boy off in his care, and he hadn't awoken once throughout the entire time. He truly looked like a regular dead teenager, if you exclude the unnaturally white hair.

The Demon's Head bent over the boy's bed, tugging open an eyelid to see if he would react. Nothing. However, he noted the boy's eyes were green, which he was mildly pleased about. Green was such a lovely color, and this boy seemed surrounded in it.

A sharp knock echoed from the door, and Ra's granted the other party permission to enter. His best phlebotomist, a man named Paz, entered, holding a stack of papers as thick as his thumb. He bowed to Ra's as soon as he saw him.

"The results?" Ra's asked.

Paz immediately handed over his work, fully confident that Ra's understood everything he'd written. "For all purposes, the boy is dead." He said in a thick accent. He spoke in halted Arabic, as he'd only lived in 'Eth Alth'eban for a short time. "He has no circulation. No heart to move blood, or lungs to breathe. We must move him every hour to prevent postmortem lividity. He has undergone an extensive autopsy process, but it seems it was stopped before his brain was removed. No organs remain in his body otherwise.”

Ra's examined the papers. They were reports from different scientists and doctors, all of whom had been assigned to examine and work on the boy. Most of them said the same thing. The boy was dead and had been for a while. If the Well of Sins didn't do anything when he first exited the waters, what good would it do now?

He flicked his eyes up. "But you think otherwise," he stated.

Paz nodded enthusiastically. "The boy is dead, but his blood is alive!" He tapped a green folder that was poking out from the bottom of the pile. Ra's shuffled the papers off to the nurse and opened it. Printed off charts had been scribbled over with Paz’s frantic notes, documenting his thought process.

The phlebotomist rambled excitedly as his boss read his work, gesturing wildly. “It’s incredible! Most of his red blood cells have died off, and he has an abnormal amount of white blood cells, which indicate some kind of infection. But his plates-“

‘Platelets.’

“Platelets,” Paz nodded his thanks to the nurse for correcting his speech. “The boy’s platelets are still alive, and are actually trying to heal his injuries! We recorded a time-lapse last week to confirm it. The process is incredibly slow, even compared to human healing, but there’s a difference! Because of the absence of red blood cells, the plasma left in his body has practically doubled in volume, even though there’s no circulation to keep it moving. We’ve noticed a collection of stem cells at the base of his skull has started growing as well, and whatever it’s producing is being released into the body at regular intervals.”

“What kind of cells are they?”

“Unsure. At first, we thought it was cancerous in nature.” Paz tapped the corner of the folder again, prompting Ra’s to turn the page. “And while these cells are certainly growing as fast as unchecked cancer, rather than doing harm, we’ve taken samples and noted that they’re merging with whatever original matter has been left in the boy’s body. Bonding, like glue! The healing process is periodically speeding up with every release, the plasma has started circulating on its own, and the white blood cell count is diminishing. Honestly, I’ve never seen anything like it! It’s filling in for everything that’s missing, and keeping what is there, alive. Dr. Vanessa hypothesized that within the month, it may even start replacing the boy’s organs.”

Ra’s looked up from the research. “These photos look like plant cells, is this an example or actual recordings of the activity?”

Paz wrinkled his nose. “Those are evidence of the activity. For some reason, cellulose is present within his body, and the mysterious stem cells seem to be a mix of both plant and animal matter. It’s hard to track even with our technology, but it looks like the cellulose is forming a sort of…skeleton? Frame? I’m not sure what the right word is, but Dr. Vanessa says they might start regrowing in another month. If that’s true, this would be a huge breakthrough in the realm of organ transplants and other medical fields!”

The Demon’s Head hummed, flipping through the work again and considering the man’s words. “Very good,” he praised. Paz beamed like a child at his words. “Unfortunately, I shall be releasing you of your duty, and your tongue is too loose for your head.”

“What-“ Paz’s eyes widened as he gurgled, his words cut off. Ra’s twisted his wrist, driving home the dagger he’d planted in the man’s heart. He had no use for men who talked too much.

Paz fell to the floor, convulsing as he tried to weakly remove the weapon still sticking out of his chest. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he went pale as his blood seeped out onto the floor.

Ra’s barely spared the dying man a glance, taking back the extra stack of papers from the nurse and neatly stepped around him to exit the room. “Clean that up,” he said over his shoulder.

The old nurse bowed his head, waiting patiently for the foolish doctor to finish dying before he got out the mop.

This is why the nurse had survived so long; he knew how to stay silent.

[Nocturn tucking Danny in to rest. Ghost speech says, "Rest well, ghost child"]

#pondhead writes #the folly of men fic #dpxdc #long post #really long post #no beta we die like Danny #I rewrote this three times #this was gonna be longer but the plot got away from me so we're doing more than one part now #the whole point of this is to get me back into writing more so i guess it's working??#i literally did so much googling for this #even watched timeline videos but i'm pretty sure i'm still wrong #literally what is dc lore anymore #i'd rather learn about kingdom hearts lore at this point #literally I am summoning all of my brain snails to bring this together #not medically accurate!!!#I am not a doctor I just took biology twice

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 9 months

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Why has Barnaby made TWO hospital visits in one year??? What was the first one about??? [<-Talking about the Human AU]

no yeah the first one was Howdy's brief stint (a couple hours) for the whole smoke inhilation minor injuries from the fire thing.

the second one was for Wally's festive lil car crash where he comes very close to Fuckign Dying!!! and. well. technically there are many different visits for that one cause he's in the hospital for a hot sec, but yk. technically only two hospital-worthy events

#barnaby: oh man howdy being in the hospital was terrifying!#barnaby: i sure hope i never have to experience anything like this again!#and- whats that? WHY ITS WALLY DARLING WITH A STEEL CHAIR-#its a very distressing event for everyone!!!#a long night of a bunch of colorful Very Stressed friends in a waiting room followed by several weeks of equally stressed visits #its a Bad Accident #like a 'its a borderline miracle that wally survived' accident #the rest of the au is pretty feel-good and the angst is more mild & normal/expected #this is like. just the Big Dramatic Event that fucks everyone up ahaha #i needed to include at least one!!!#its very detailed in my mind...#from the call getting cut off to barnaby sobbing his heart out in the hospital parking garage to etc etc etc #rambles from the bog #wh modern human au #its fun! for me. and anyone who enjoys this flavor of Fictional Drama #ive been going through reddit threads & articles & sites all morning researching medical stuff #as i am wont to do when thinking about characters getting injured <3 #usually its for stuff like stab wounds and disembowelment and hypothermia and lung collapse and- you get the picture #car crashes Surprisingly are rarely in my wheelhouse of angst! for some reason! theyre very juicy!#anyway i like to get everything as accurate as possible in my head #and then take Creative Liberties bc this is fiction #but! they're purposeful (mild) inaccuracies! if im gonna do something wrong im gonna do it Correctly!#do the. do the something wrong correctly. do the wrong thing Right! on purpose!#so that if people go 'well uhm acktually' i can say with my entire chest I Know! I Did This On Purpose! Thank You!

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the-acid-pear · 8 months

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Another thing worth pointing out now that I'm speaking of my new fave scene evah (lie) is that there's some very sparse but noticeable Jesus symbolism with both Bill and Heiter. It's extremely little, not enough to make an statement on it, but enough to point out.

The scenes were with Bill, well, obviously, being stabbed on the side; and with Heiter the way he slept the first night after getting all the victims, with his arms spread like Jesus on the cross.

I do wonder if these are meant to be deeper than they are or are just there for aesthetics.

#luly talks #the human centipede #human centipede #bill boss #josef heiter #it'd be a matter of all edge no point but idk that's why im pointing it out here #maybe someone has some enlightening take on this #or whatever #btw i did actually look up Where had Jesus been stabbed and it just says under the rib w/o an specific organ so it checks out #i did think kidneys were on the uh. the. the back but how dare i question this 100% medically accurate film?!

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magic-is-something-we-create · 4 months

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cw: medical discussion (not personal, just interesting research)

i am once again researching real life horrific diseases/symptoms for writing reasons. last time it was TSEs (transmissible spongiform encephalopathy aka chronic wasting disease, mad cow disease, scrapie, etc.) for Whispers. now it's necrosis (gangrene) for Goddess-Touched

and like. ive researched necrosis before as one of the symptoms of the bubonic plague for a research project in middle school. and im starting to realize that willingly exposing myself to uncensored images of That at 13 may be why im completely unfazed writing and seeing things that make other people nauseous

#IF ZOMBIE-LIKE BODY HORROR BOTHERS YOU. DONT LOOK UP NECROSIS.#the wikipedia page for necrosis in general has one fairly tame photo of necrosis caused by a brown recluse bite #the page for GANGRENOUS necrosis has full on photos of real life necrotized feet all over the first few paragraphs #and their description for what it looks like is Extremely accurate. quote ''resembling mummified tissue''#braindumps.txt #medical #cw medical #tw medical

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divinekangaroo · 4 months

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it's interesting how characters do take on a certain position in headspace as you write. i've been trying since june last year to find a scenario where lizzie would legitimately wear tommy's clothes while they have sex, including having him very lightly imply this might be possible in passing at inappropriate intervals (the night of his daughter's death was a terrible time for him to do this really, even if i buy into the whole 'please be me because i can't cope with being past me or current me right now' that motivated [me to write] it), but...

lizzie is just so femme she doesn't even have a framework to acknowledge these suggestions are anything other than tommy putting random words one after the other. wear some boxy unfitted man's suit instead of her amazing, cutting edge fashionable dresses? not lizzie

#it will take place in one of those many post-death scenarios #when i really lean into the whole lizzie becomes him [unhealthily] in his absence; the haircut was one thing #the clothes will come and then a return to the midland hotel #in the meantime lizzie would without hesitation have sex with sleeping (drugged) tommy if he happened to have an erection #she wouldn't even tell him after.so idek really #the man is suspicious of why she keeps encouraging him to take more sleeping pills and chase them with booze #'if you can't get it up while you're awake.well.then....'#sleeping pills can.in a rare but known adverse reaction.cause unwanted erections or maybe priapism which would be painful if conscious #lizzie considers relieving it all a part of her duty of care #obs this is not medically accurate because actual priapism can't be relieved that way but you know...#she does get desperate there for a bit

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mortumslab · 1 month

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A Quick Procedure

CW: Medical procedures and medical information.

A Sidestepverse medical adventure!

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Date: 10/20/21

Facility: Heartbreak Medical Facility

Patient #: 0002

Patient Name: Valya Galdin

Sex: AFAB

Gender: Nonbinary (they/them)

Attending: Arya Skovsgaard

CC: GSW

HPI:

Valya Galdin is a 38 y.o. AFAB nonbinary person who presents following a GSW to the lower left abdomen. The patient arrives around an hour after the inciting incident. They present with a significant other who reports they were in an unknown altercation. Their partner states the patient has a previous history of bilateral lower leg complex fractures. She also notes the patient has a history of self-harm.

HPI and ROS are limited due to patient status.

ROS:

Head: Positive for trauma

ENT: Negative for dental trauma

MSK: GSW entry wound in the left lower abdomen

Integumentary: Positive for abrasions, lacerations, ecchymosis

Psych: Altered mental status

Neuro: Loss of consciousness

Physical Exam:

Head: Atraumatic, normocephalic.

Neck: No signs of trauma or misalignment.

Lymph: No acute findings of lymphadenopathy.

Musculoskeletal: 3mm wide entry wound in the left lower abdomen.

CV: No murmurs, rubs, gallops. Tachycardic. Blood pressure depressed.

Respiratory: Some wheezing.

GU: No abnormalities noted.

Integumentary: Lacerations and healed cuts to the patient’s wrists and torso.

Psych: Unable to assess.

Neuro: Unable to assess.

Assessment:

GSW to left lower abdomen.

Plan:

Immediate surgical attention is required.

Procedures:

Laceration Repair:

Location: Left lower abdomen

Size: 3 mm in diameter

Anesthesia: None used

Suture: Monofilament nylon, 4 used

Laceration Repair:

Location: Left lower abdomen

Size: 3 inches in length

Anesthesia: None used

Suture: Monofilament nylon, 7 used

Progress Notes:

0100: Patient arrived at Heartbreak base. Significant other reports history while triaging.

0110: Patient placed on IV fluids and given vasopressin 0.5 mu/kg/min to maintain blood pressure.

0130: Skovsgaard removed a foreign object from the patient’s lower abdomen and sutured it.

0135: Tdap vaccination given

0140: Significant other in the room with the patient.

Disposition:

Remain in the facility for recovery.

Electronic Signature:

Arya Skovsgaard

This report is to remain within Heartbreak Medical Center. If it is found outside of these servers, it should be destroyed, and the aforementioned party should be warned.

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Rest of the fic:

#fhr #fallen hero #fallen hero retribution #sidestep #sidestep arya skovsgaard #sidestep valya galdin #sidestep cynthia graves #its a regular grey's anatomy #actually its medically accurate #so it's not at all like that #medical au!

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not-rome · 8 months

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I am so tired of reading stories where the trans character has to hate themselves. They're not allowed to love their body in any way. They have to be saturated in self-hatred that eats away at them and only goes away once they've started transitioning. Where are the stories where they have such a complex relationship with their body and their identity. You don't have to hate yourself just because you're trans. You're allowed to love yourself and your body. Where are the stories that explore that? Why must I read a million "they only find self-love when they now fit the gender binary in presentation"? It's 2023, we have to have some better ideas, right?

#remus talks #being trans is so so hard #like i have a complex relationship with pronouns and have for years #i have a complex relationship with my body (not entirely because i'm trans but medical things as well)#i am medically transitioning and have been for the last 3 years and it's all still complex #transitioning helps but it's not a cure #stop feeding the world that narrative because it's not accurate #i have a lot i can say about this but i fear sounding incoherent or extremely annoying #just give trans people different representation instead of dysphoria being all who they are #ALSO make it where being trans is not the entirety of their identity because who they are as a person goes beyond their gender identity #people tend to forget that for some reason

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selvepnea · 6 months

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Thinking about. That one post about art. And how it's never good enough. Since you're the one that made it. And how. It might relate to how I view myself?

#Sel talks #Like. Do I like the idea of a masculine body because I think it will make me less me?#I keep thinking about a line from “in stars and time” talking about. How maybe they changed because it was easier than learning to love #Himself as he was.#Keep thinking about something my therapist said last session. About how he would hope there's more restriction around accessing trans #Health-care than there is about getting a medical Marijuana card #And even if it comes from a place of good intent; is still a harmful idea?#I keep forgetting how much importance cis people put on transitioning. And it's just. Not? For me?#My body is just another form of expression for me to form and play with. And I feel like it might be hard to try and get someone who's #Not thought a lot about gender to understand.#I don't really want to lable it as “transitioning” either. My isat brainrot is wanting me to call it “Changing”; bit I'm not sure if that's #Quite accurate either. Like. We don't have a word for playing with different styles of clothes? Why do I need one for messing w other types #Of presentation?#Sigh...#I'm soooo tempted to just go on t and not do anything else. No name change. No sex change. And not tell anyone.#Why do I need to take into consideration how much my decision weighs on other people?#I feel like I've gotten too many reminders that “tomorrow's not promised” or “How we spend our days is how we spend our lives”#“Don't live wondering” or whatever that old lesbian slogan was. “We're all going to die so who cares if it's a waste”? Some will wood song #I'm listening to. I just.#Why am I waiting for the perfect opertunity to transition? Or change or whatever.#I've always considered my want to masculinise as me taking “be the change you want to see” either too far or too literally #I want to see men in dresses!! And if no one else around here is going to do it I guess that falls on me!#Why must I follow everyone else's path to t?? I want to make my own!#Grrr barkbark #I feel so underequiped to change the world; why must I do it?? Can't it just change for me??

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vanidrabbles · 1 year

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When Columbina is sick & has to get an injection; but all the segments fade & they have to call another doctor until Omega Build returns...

Columbina: *sad in the floor* I’m not Dottore’s immaculate Test Tube anymore (✿◕^◕✿)

Sandrone: Bina it was just Dipyrone...

Columbina: I don't care about his name... he is not my Dottore...

Sandrone: No, Bina, I mean what you were injected with

Columbina: R e g r e t

#// I just thought on the fact that Columbina probably doesn't like Doctors at all; but Dottore ; so if it is Dottore; she will behave #but if not Dottore; you have a biblically accurate bunch of feathers and eyes being a gremlin with fever; and then fallen in the floor #Columbina #Dottore #dottobina #Sandrone #genshin impact #incorrect genshin quotes #fatui harbingers #fatui #snezhnaya #tw: medical #tw: injection #tw: needles #mentioned but in case i guess

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qilinkisser · 11 months

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You have to imagine that they're telling her a very silly pun

Reblogs appreciated! Gan.yu (right) uses she/her! S/I (left) uses they/them!

#here it is... more accurate s/i skin #please be nice about it ;w;#for those who don't know! (bc I'm gonna put this in selfship tags) I have a medical condition that makes me jaundice like. all the time #so I'm being very brave and changing my s/i's skin to reflect this #but also I think this came out really cute :) yuyu looks lovely as she always does #Art 🎨#yuyu 🍨#selfship #selfship art #genshin impact selfship #nblw selfship #lesbian selfship #romantic f/o #f/o x s/i #I like me better when I’m with you 🍨

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boowhumps · 2 months

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Whumpril 2024

Day 1 - Limp

⚠TW⚠

- Swearing

- Descriptive Body Horror

- Self-Harm

- Blood

Enjoy!

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Karyme could hear her heart beating intensely in her ears. Her breaths came out shallow, as if a invisible force was pressing against her chest.

She found herself stumbling, her vision blanking out the more she moved. Her ankle seemed to drag across the grass, holding her back.

She grabbed onto the closest thing she could find, and used it to push herself further up ahead. All around her, tall trees stood, preventing the sun from touching her.

She yearned for the warmth to reach her, her and her cold, frozen body. Even when she could see the sun rays, she still shivered.

She wanted to make it out, so the sun could grace upon her.

In reality, Karyme wasn't even sure where she was trying to go, but she felt the urge to go somewhere else, away from where she was now.

She steadied herself against a tree, stopping to rest. She looked around, until her gaze fell to the floor, where the green grass looked oddly dark.

She studied the patch of grass closely, watching as drops of red dripped from somewhere, staining the grass further.

Her eyes traveled further, landing on herself.

She could see her torso, the black fabric of her turtleneck appearing darker near the middle.

Karyme goes to touch it, only for a stinging pain to travel through her body quickly. She hunches forward, grabbing onto the tree to keep herself up right.

Disoriented, she looks at her hand. Her skin tone pales in contrast to the dark red blood that thickly coated her fingers.

Then it hit her.

The blood.. this forest..

She had been here earlier, hiding from.. someone..

She didn't succeed.

She was found.

She remembered being backed up against a tree, looking into the eyes of.. someone..

Then pain. Searing, hot pain.

Then blood.

A hole. A gaping hole that was in her. Blood seeping through it, like a waterfall.

Her limp ankle dragging behind her, broken beyond repair.

Little cuts running up and down her arms, both of them, some not deep enough to bleed, others deep gashes, causing pain.

A pounding in her head, blood escaping from somewhere, blinding her.

Karyme remembered.

“..Karyme..?”

A voice rang out.

A familiar voice.

She let go of the tree.

And she collapsed.

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Kaiden was panicking, plain and simple.

I mean, who wouldn’t be panicking in this kind of situation? Leony had freaked out, claiming that Karyme was in danger, and couldn’t give more than the name to the supposed place she was in.

La Immort. The biggest, and most dangerous forest in Eris.

Why would Karyme be there, well, Kaiden had no idea. He had no idea about anything that was happening. He could hardly remember the past few weeks, not to mention what caused Karyme to leave without a word.

Nonetheless, Leony’s persistence was enough for him to go searching for answers.

That’s where he was now, searching in La Immort.

Every sound made him jump, hoping to see Karyme, only to be met with nothing. It didn’t help that it was windy either. The cold air sunk into his bones, making an already unpleasant situation even more unpleasant.

He wasn’t even sure he should be here. Even when his heart pushed him forward, his mind screamed at him to turn around.

Kaiden was a mess, completely conflicted.

Until he heard it.

A sound clear as day, unlike everything else he heard in these woods.

A scream.

It was loud enough to make every hair on his body stand up rigidly. Alarms went off in his head, but yet, he didn’t move.

He should run, run and escape whatever the hell caused that kind of a scream from someone.

But something was stopping him.

Someone.

No, he had never heard Karyme scream.. or do anything for that matter.

But what if it was her? He couldn’t just leave her..

It was risky to keep going, but he had to.

So with a shaky breath, he trudges on.

His eyes are tightly shut, as if that will keep him safe.

He stops once again at the sound of something else.

It’s heavy.. wheezy even, like a whistle..

He takes a step forward.

He hears something else take a step.

It goes that way for a bit, step by step, each one approaching each other unknowingly. Invisible strings seems to tug at them, pulling them ever so close..

Finally, Kaiden takes the last step.

A scent is carried through the wind, a metallic one..

The smell is overwhelming, overpowering even..

His eyes scan the area.

Then he sees it.

Clear as day.

He wishes he couldn't see.

There's so much.. blood. Just, everywhere.. it.. this can't be happening, no, this has to be fake..

A pair, no, a single, red eyes looks back at him. There's nothing behind her gaze. Not pain, not.. anger, just, nothing.. numbness..

His voice is stolen away from him.

He can't say anything, fuck, why can't he speak!

Say something..

Say something!

His mouth opens slightly, a small breath of air coming out.

"..Karyme..?"

She blinks.

Then she falls.

It happens in a spilt second, Kaiden can't even react, but his body can. He's at her side in seconds, just as fast as she fell.

He grabs her, trying to help, his ears ringing.

She gasps, her hands pushing at his chest.

Even with a huge wound going across her torso, she has enough strength to try and push him away. She cries as she fights against him. Kaiden just grabs onto her wrists, holding her still as she thrashes and cries.

Kaiden doesn't know what to do, fuck, he doesn't know what to do! Think, for the love of Selyna please think..

911. An ambulance, he needs an ambulance.

He scrambles with his phone, somehow managing to dial the number despite the blood coating his fingers.

He talks to someone, a lady. He can't make out what she's saying, but he responds.

At some point, she tells him to try and stop the bleeding.

Kaiden is shaking, yet composes himself enough to coordinate his movements.

He has a jacket, a old one, he can use it, it won't matter, it's not important.

Kaiden holds the jacket up, and closes his eyes, mumbling a quick prayer before pushing it down onto the wound.

Karyme reacts, a short cry escaping her throat as she clutches onto Kaiden's shirt, letting the blood smudge onto it.

Kaiden's ears finally stop ringing, and he hears himself speaking quickly. He can feels tears in his eyes. They're blurring his vision, he blinks them away, they come back.

"-okay, your okay, dear Selyna please be okay.." He says quickly, feeling out of breath despite his limited movement.

Karyme lets out a choked sob, gripping onto him even harder, scrunching up his shirt in her grip.

The jacket made a sacrifice, but the bleeding won't stop. He can't make it stop, why don't it stop.

Kaiden keeps applying pressure, letting out a breath he didn't even know he was holding in. He takes her frail body into his lap, while still talking.

"Stay with me, stay with me, you gotta stay, okay, no leaving, you need to stay here, with me, yeah-?" He stammers, his breaths short and rigid.

Karyme's still conscious, by some miracle. Her breaths are just as short as his own, maybe even shorter. They end with a bit of a wheeze.

Kaiden's eyes wander over her, spotting so many different injuries, even her ankle which seems to be fractured, maybe even broken.

Kaiden just keeps listing the same things in his mind.

"Broken ankle, punctured lung, head injury, impaled.. broken ankle, punctured lung, head injury, impaled.."

He can't fathom how she's still breathing, nor how she got this way in the first place.

All he knows is that no average person did.. this.

It was something else.

Something bigger..

..someone more powerful..

Kaiden snaps out of his thoughts as he feels Karyme's grip loosen a bit.

He looks back down at her.

She's gone dangerously pale. Her eyes seem darker than they were just moments before..

"Hey, no, Karyme, stay here, stay with me, don't go anywhere, you need to be strong, help is almost here-" He begins to stammer again as the faint sound of sirens approach.

He only stops when Karyme's hand reaches up, slightly cupping his face. Her lips part slightly, a bit of air escaping through them.

"..baby..?" He mumbles, eyes widening a bit.

Her hand stops.

And it falls.

Kaiden grabs her hand in his, clutching it as to keep her here with him.

"..shit..! No no no no no.. Hey, stay with me, please just stay-!" He begs, tears finally falling.

Her other hand, still gripping his shirt, loosens before falling as well.

"Fuck, Karyme-!" Kaiden cries. "Don't do this to me-!"

Her eyes remain open, blinking slightly.

Then the curtain falls, and they close.

"Karyme, Karyme, baby, please wake up-! I-I need you, please don't die, oh Selyna don't let her die-!" Kaiden begs helplessly to no avail.

Even as the sirens finally are near, and the sound of many footsteps and voices are heard, something isn't around.

The beating of a heart, the sound of breathing.

Some of it is missing.

And it may never be found.

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