#chronically ill main character | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

checkoutmybookshelf · 3 months

Text

Regency Romantasy

So...it has been brought to my attention that I perhaps have a type, and this book ticked a lot of really good boxes for me. It's regency-inspired. It's fantasy. It's a romance. It has a chronically ill main character. It has sewing and fashion. Literally 90% of the characters are LGBTQIA. It has a BALCONY SCENE for crying out loud. It even has a gossip columnist who might be better than Lady Whistledown (do NOT come for me, Bridgerton Fandom, I said what I said). I could go on, but at that point I think we would have completely dissolved from actual review to screamed list of things I enjoyed, so let's rein it in for a minute and talk A Fragile Enchantment.

I'm going to start with setting, because while this book is regency-inspired, it also plays a little fast and loose with other historical inspirations. The reality of the blight and famine in historical Ireland (and frankly also the troubles and every time that Ireland revolted against England) was that it came after the regency, but here Niamh is the first generation after a similar event and subsequent revolt in her home country of fantasy Irel--I mean Machland. She has grown up surrounded by survivors of the blight and revolt, and like everyone who reads Maus learns, generational trauma is a BITCH. So when our dressmaker protagonist is invited to make the wedding clothes for the son of the king who murdered her people, it's politically and emotionally charged. Add to that the fact that Niamh's magic is hereditary and weirdly murdery, and yeah, things are emotional as heck.

Possibly I shouldn't relate quite so hard to a protagonist who is literally hurting herself for people who ultimately couldn't give a damn about her, but that IS my villain origin story, so all I had for Niamh was compassion at how hard a position that is to be in.

Niamh herself is beautifully written, and Saft balances all the threads tied around and pulling at Niamh's heart just beautifully. Every choice is complex and fraught, and so-deeply-ingrained-she-doesnt-even-notice-it impulse to shape herself around other people's pain and grief and comfort them instead of sitting with her own feelings is just stunningly well executed without feeling dramatic or indulgent.

Niamh is so desperate for friends, and the little ring she constructs around herself couldn't be stranger or more wonderful. From the enraged, grumpy Kit to Sinclair to Rosa and Miriam, this found family is wildly unlikely and prickly, but they fit between each other's thorns just perfectly.

And speaking of people having thorns...we need to address Kit Carmine. Younger son of a mad (and abusive before he went mad) king with an alcohol problem and green magic, our boy is GRUMPY. And BLUNT. And honestly I love him for that, because those thorns are hiding a very stressed out, distinctly squishy center. And also one that is deathly afraid of hurting people, because that's also a thing.

Kit is so tangled up between rage and duty and the few people he cares about that he and Niamh really have to work to develop a compassionate understanding based on wildly different personalities. And then you add all the imperialist and decolonizing stress between them plus the fact that KIT IS LITERALLY ABOUT TO MARRY SOMEONE ELSE and it's a whole deal.

There are so many wonderful moments in this book, it was a delight from start to finish. I objectively have more to say about this book, but I want to avoid spoilers here to inspire y'all to go read this book. I promise, it's worth it. Now, go get it and read. *shoos you toward the bookstore/library/tablet/place you get your books from*

#a fragile enchantment #allison saft #niamh o conchobhair #kit carmine #regency romance #fantasy romance #regency fantasy #green magic #thread magic #gossip columnist #chronically ill main character #chronic illness #lgbtq representation #bi representation #books and reading #books and novels #books #books & libraries #book recommendations

8 notes · View notes

morethanwonderful · 7 months

Text

Genuinely Zhou Ying from Tai Sui is one of the most insanity-inducing characters ever written, like

He's a prince. He's chronically ill. He eats almost nothing that isn't bland and medicinal. He hates his dad so much he wants to start a revolution to destroy him. He's born vaguely psychic and eventually becomes the closest thing his world has to omniscient. He starts his revolution by having two local politicians chopped into mincemeat, blended together, and poured out in the street. His favorite person in the world is his annoying little cousin that hides out at his house with him when he gets in trouble with his parents. He's probably a sociopath. He's murderous enough that all his servants and subordinates are scared of him. He has the same clothes made for himself every year. He founds and runs his universe's version of the CIA. He had his bones magically removed as a baby. He's a commentary on the way that psychotic and neurodivergent children are often villainized and mistreated by their caretakers. He has his bones un-removed over 20 years later. He's faking his chronic illness to cover up other, weirder chronic illness related to the bone removal and psychic thing. He loves his grandma. He purposely engineered his mother's miscarriage as a young child. He can turn himself into mist and break off chunks of his body while in mist form. He grew up with his consciousness halfway bound to a hell bubble full of demons. He has a personal assassin/assistant/general-purpose henchman that can turn into paper and ride around in his sleeve. He sometimes calls the henchman a cutesy nickname. He was partially raised by the living embodiment of emotional manipulation. He sometimes calls his annoying little cousin an even cutesier nickname. He tries to destroy the whole world in a fit of grief when he thinks his cousin's dead. He basically kills himself in order to plonk his soul into a magic mirror and see beyond the bounds of reality. He treats his own life and body as expendable assets because he was bred and raised to be a human sacrifice. He didn't speak for years as a child because the way he spoke scared his mother. His experience of the world is so alien and incomprehensible to others that a man with the power to play souls as music cannot understand his tune. He's a case study of the fact that sometimes you simply cannot save someone who doesn't want saving. He's thin and sickly from his illness but canonically beautiful. He has his father's eyes. He spoils his pet cat.

#like he's not even my favorite tai sui character #that honor goes to the main character himself mr. annoying cousin #but genuinely I have never encountered another character in fiction like zhou ying #I've written essay length posts about zy and all the ways he's similar to different characters written by the same author #but still I would say there is no character like zhou ying #he's chronically ill he's neurodivergent he's basically psychic he's kinda evil and has no empathy but is filled with love for his family #his desire to destroy the world is met by nothing but love and accepance from the protagonist. even as he stops him #he destroys himself successfully as the main character tries desperately and fails to stop him #literally no other character like him #tai sui #zhou ying #tai sui priest #priest #taisuiposting #tai sui spoilers #this post wasn't meant to be this long but I really got carried away talking about him #I love this novel #zhou ying my beloved

80 notes · View notes

apotelesmaa · 3 months

Text

> looking for a tenma siblings relationship study

> ask the op if the study is actually about the tenmas or just treating saki like an accessory to tsukasa

> they don’t understand

> pull out an illustrated diagram explaining the difference

> they laugh and say “it’s a good relationship study sir”

> click the post

> it’s treating saki like an accessory to tsukasa

#project sekai #listen I love tsukasa as I love all the wxs members but i also love saki and cannot stand u people #don’t even get me started on when people fridge saki for contrived tsukasa angst. I’ll kill you.#i could also go on a rant abt how saki is so disrespected in general by pjsk fans #& as sm1 with a (less severe) chronic illness I do not appreciate how her illness is only explored in relation to how tsukasa feels abt it #but I think I would get too frustrated #gripping ur shoulders. read the doll story again.#also if ur talking abt tsukasa’s character & don’t mention saki u have automatically failed #before any of his relationships saki is the most important like it’s not subtext it’s literally just text #did we forget the dazzling event where he finally has a breakthrough in his role bc he talked to saki.#or the main story where he’s like yea saki is literally the reason I pursued acting #or the doll event where he’s despondent bc he thinks saki is mad at him & then when honami comes to his school #his first reaction is to sprint over like WHAT HAPPENED 2 SAKI IS SHE OK (sprints home)#or saki canonically being his no.1 fan. smh. u cannot separate them. and why would u want to. they’re so funny.#+ saki saying he made her hospitalizations more bearable. picking up on his mannerisms. crying during the doll festival bc they had a fight.#the dolls being her favorite things bc of how it symbolized their bond.#the complex tenma sibling mental illness web in general makes me crazy.#saki is like I love u but I wish u wouldn’t worry abt me so much and rely on me more & then tries to hide issues to make him not worry #tsukasa is like I’m always worried abt u and I don’t want to burden u because I feel like I need to always be a rock for u #ough. love them.

30 notes · View notes

windowswithoutdoors · 6 months

Text

New fanfic just dropped 🤞🤞🤞

Summary

"A few days after pomni appears, Jax finds a centipede. And what does he do with it?

Taunt Ragatha of course!

However, while teasing (bullying) Ragatha with the centipede, it bites him! It stings a little at first, but it should go away after a few days.

...right?"

Tags

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

Gen

Fandom:

The Amazing Digital Circus (Web Series)

Relationships:

Pomni & Ragatha (The Amazing Digital Circus)Jax & Ragatha (The Amazing Digital Circus)Jax & Zooble (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Characters:

Jax (The Amazing Digital Circus)Zooble (The Amazing Digital Circus)Ragatha (The Amazing Digital Circus)Kinger (The Amazing Digital Circus)Pomni (The Amazing Digital Circus)Caine (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Additional Tags:

FUCK I SPELLED CAINES NAME WRONGAnywaysChronic IllnessesChronic Illnessnot technically chronic illnesses but also very chronic illness codedJax is A COMPLETE ASSHOLE and we love him <333Also censoring curse words ONLY because it's in cannon :(Also I'm sorry for removing the pomni x Ragatha tag the characters took control over the story :(

#tadc pomni #pomni #tadc jax #the amazing digital circus jax #jax #tadc ragatha #the amazing digital circus ragatha #jax x ragatha #<- MAYBE. maybe....#its been lurking around in my mind....#main story is low-key just me projecting my #chronic illness #on jax hehe #IM SORRY I DI THIS WITH EVERY CHARACTER IM SORRRYYYY

40 notes · View notes

speakergame · 2 years

Note

Can we choose a disability for the mc? If so, then how? (I'm wondering because of the Interact IF Database Disability section!)

there isn't currently an option to choose a disability, as such, but if you look at the details in the disability section of the database, it lists the Speaker as having "Internal" disabilities, and these are canon to all Speakers

in this case, Speaker suffers from insomnia and has dissociative episodes in the aftermath of visions (as seen in the end of chapter 2, and most of the first half of chapter 3). there are some scenes in upcoming chapters as well that will make these more apparent

there are also a couple points in chapter 3 where the Speaker can have panic attacks. if this option is chosen in either place (and especially if chosen in both), this is flagged as something that might trigger in other situations in the future too

there may be other options later on, but for the time being I'm more comfortable keeping other disabilities and such as headcanon. to be honest, I simply don't have the ability right now to do them the justice they deserve

#speaker game #interact if database is fantastic btw and I highly recommend it #but yeah all the disabilities and chronic illnesses that speaker has are ones that I have personal experience with #so they're things that I understand well enough to be comfortable writing them for the main pov character

104 notes · View notes

red-revival · 1 year

Text

The fact that principal bump’s pallaisman is basically a service animal <3

TOH rlly said ‘fuck you were making our fantasy world have disability and chronic illness and have its own form of disability aids’ and was so correct for it

#the owl house #re-watching toh rn and i love <3 the didabled/chronically ill rep in it #main mentor figure is cursed in a way that functions very similarly to chronic illness secondary mentor is partially blind #MAIN CHARACTER IS ADHD? like iirc luz is confurmed adhd!!!#i love when fantasy shows have disability and disability aids and depict it as just a thing ppl are sometimes <3 #little service animal imp!!! we love freewin or however u spell his name <3 #ALSO. BUMP HAVING LONG HAIR THANK UUUUUU. I love seeing dude with long hair we r awesome

25 notes · View notes

autistic-katara · 5 months

Text

i’m exhausted 24/7 no matter what i do this is so unfair

#hey medicwl side of tumblr can u at the very least work on figuring out what causes cfs (if not yk trying to find treatment)#cause i’m actually genuinely suffering sm rn #i have done nothing for well over a week nd i feel like ive just been the main character in an emotionally-driven action show #but w/o any power or energy boosts #u have no idea how fucking tired i am rn #disability #chronic illness #chronic fatigue #cfs #ryan shut the fuck up

5 notes · View notes

sinkat-arts · 1 year

Text

Watch The Stars

Daisuga, Daichi Sawamura x Sugawara Koushi

Angsty angst. MCD. Hospitals. Unnamed Chronic Illness.

On AO3 >

Summary: Daichi is plunged into the events of his life in fragments. He isn't sure what's happening, but he happily traverses the stories that make up his life.

Daichi closes his eyes.

When he opens them again, he’s surrounded by boxes in an empty house. It’s their house, but this isn’t right. It shouldn’t be empty - the last of the boxes had been unpacked, finally, six months ago. He wonders if this is a dream, but it feels so real. He walks to what will become his bedroom window. Moving is slow, like he’s wading the wrong way through rapids. But he makes it and looks out. Sure enough, the moving truck is outside, right where he knew it would be. And there is Kou, directing the movers and laughing with them in that easy way of his. Daichi could hear it, even from behind walls and glass, and to his ears there was no finer music in the world.

Daichi closes his eyes.

They open on the little apartment he and Kou shared, before they bought the house. It was full to bursting with any and everyone who’d ever been important to them. Old classmates, friends from college, friends from work, the full team from that one miraculous year they’d all lived out their high school sports dreams. They are family, to him, all of them. He watches as everyone laughs, everyone smiles. Kou had made a banner, ridiculous and overly long, and hung it up on a wall in the living room. It read “Congrats on your continued existence!” Daichi chuckles despite the feeling that he’s being yanked through space and time by his nose, and tries to remember what they’re celebrating. He reasons that it could be a birthday - Kou’s sense of humor was always a little special. A simple “Happy Birthday!” wasn’t his style. Still, Daichi can’t pull the exact reason for this celebration from his memory banks, and strangely enough, he doesn’t care. He’s happy there, amongst all this love, and watches Kou. He catches his eye and Kou winks at him. His cheeks are flushed from alcohol and the temperature in the room. He leans his head back and smiles, unguarded and free, a picture of happiness. Daichi thinks he’s never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

Daichi closes his eyes.

He opens them to see the ocean, stretching out before him, vast and wide. It’s night time in winter, but they find themselves standing on the shore all the same. This is Kou’s favorite place at his favorite time - when the vast depths of the ocean stretch out to meet the vast depths of space, where the salt sea wind can rush past him and he feels renewed. He is there next to Daichi now. There’s a warm hand in his, and the physical sensation tells him this is not a dream, even though it has to be. Kou turns to him, smiling though his eyes were sad.

Thank you for bringing me here, Dai, he says, and Daichi knows what he will say next. This was before the house, before the party - this was four years ago. Daichi remembers the winter trip to the ocean, he remembers what Kou will say next. He does not remember the reason why.

It’ll be ok. We’re going to fight, he says. His face is set, determined, showing off the extent of his stubborn, steely will. When have we ever not?, he continues. He squeezes Daichi’s hand, eyes fixed on the sky. Starlight shines off the tear that rolls down his cheek, and Daichi feels heartbreak so heavy he can’t breathe.

Daichi closes his eyes.

It’s his wedding day now. Heartache fades, the last dream turning to dust in his memory as he looks at himself in the mirror. This is not his face - not as it should be, anyway. This is a younger man, by a decade. He turns his head, one way and then the other, checking the angles and amazed at how the years have changed him. The young man staring back at him has a slimmer face and slimmer build - Daichi had been, he supposed, handsome in a conventional way. He remembers that he didn’t think so at the time, just as he remembers how much he worried over everything. Each and every detail about this day had been pored over, double and triple checked, and checked again for good measure. Were the flowers going to make it? Was the cake stored properly? Did we remember to include the photographers in the dinner count? Does he look stupid in this suit?

Was he good enough? Was he really enough to make Kou happy? For forever?

Daichi smiles at himself, wanting to soothe the man looking back at him. That man had looked into this mirror and had seen someone who didn’t measure up, but now… given this extraordinary opportunity to see himself as he was, he knows he is enough. He wishes he could truly go back and tell this man that it would be ok. He’d tell him that he’ll love more than he can imagine and that he’ll receive every bit of that love back in kind. He’d tell himself that life is hard, but it is so, so good, too. And he’d tell himself that he is worthy, not because he does helpful things for people or keeps everything and everyone together, but for the simple fact that, out of everyone in the world, Kou chose him.

And that was all he needed. It was all he ever needed, it just took him a while to realize it.

Daichi closes his eyes.

He’s in college when they open again, huddled over a laptop and watching as Kou is busy destroying his room mate’s kitchen with his dubious culinary skills. Daichi laughs at the explosion of flour that rises like a cloud and settles… everywhere. The picture on Daichi’s monitor goes hazy as Kou grins at him and walks over to wipe off his webcam. Guess I’m a better setter than I am a baker, he says, but goes back to it, anyway. Kou had always been stubborn, and there is no way a loaf of homemade bread is going to defeat him. Daichi knows he’ll have bread. It won’t be good bread, but it will happen. Kou just had that way about him. He could do anything.

Daichi closes his eyes.

He’s taken to a hill in Miyagi. Suga - not Kou, not yet - is beside him, and Daichi is so sick with nerves that he can hardly enjoy the night sky above them. He’d chosen this night, he remembers, to be the night he finally says something. The promise of a meteor shower had lured Suga out of his house, so they sat, watching stars and waiting… but for different things. Suga waits for falling stars, and Daichi waits for courage. He waits for the courage to say what he’s wanted to say every minute of every day for so long now he can’t even remember when it started. He doesn’t know how to say it - the feeling is so big now that it fills him completely, so big that it hurts to not say anything, but it’s also so big that he doesn’t know where to start.

But he knows he says it. He knows that he will eventually take a deep breath. He will eventually unclench his jaw and turn to Suga. He’ll say that he needs to tell him something, and that it’s a something that might change everything. He knows that he admits that he’s scared, out loud, and he remembers how wide Suga’s eyes grow when he hears that. He knows all of this, and it gives him, this version of him in this dream, the courage to take a deep breath, unclench his jaw, and turn to Suga.

I have to tell you something, he says, and it… it might freak you out. It might change things. And I’m scared to say it.

Are you… are you ok? You’re not sick, are you?

No, nothing like that. I’m fine, I promise.

Relieved, Suga relaxes. In silence, he looks at Daichi, waiting patiently. Daichi knows now that Suga had always been able to read him like a book. He realized a long time ago that sometimes Daichi needed space to think before he could act on big things, and here is the proof, plain to see, if he’d known to look for it back then. In the dream, he smiles, wondering again at how lucky he was to have actually met his soulmate.

I just, he says, starting and then stopping. After a shaky breath, he continues. For a long time now, I’ve had this… I have these…

He hates that he’s flubbing it, but what is in the past remains ever so. Even in a dream, he apparently can’t make himself more eloquent.

Take your time, I can wait. I snuck out, anyway, might as well stay out all night. They can’t ground me twice.

Daichi laughs. But they can ground you for twice as long, dummy. You shouldn’t have done that.. I thought you had permission.

Suga sniffs, indignant. You’d have just called it off if you knew.

Maybe not…

I know who you are, you’re a rule follower. And I wanted to break some rules.

Why? Daichi asks. He knows what Suga will say, but he asked why in the past, and so he asks why now.

Because. Look at all this, he says, and gestures up towards the stars, It’s beautiful. Even if we don’t see a single falling star, it’s still beautiful. And it’s like.. It’s all for us right now. All these stars, the whole universe, it’s ours.

Daichi is so struck by beauty, and he knows it’s cliche, but the beauty he’s struck with isn’t of the universe or the cosmos. There is no star in his eye save for Suga, who is shining brighter than any celestial body. Suga stops talking, suddenly embarrassed, before he turns his head and fixes Daichi with a bashful look.

And I just kind of… wanted to have that. With you.

Daichi feels his throat closing, feels the sting of sudden tears in his eyes. He isn’t sad, he’s simply overwhelmed. It takes a moment before he can speak again, but when he does, he’s found his courage.

I’d have let you break any rule you wanted, he says, Because it has to be tonight. Because I have to tell you… I have to tell you that…

Slowly and with intent, Suga reaches over and takes his hand. Daichi flinches with shock, but relaxes almost immediately and lets their fingers intertwine, locking together between them. Suga’s eyes urge him to continue, and he does.

I love you, Daichi says, and it is so stupidly simple once it’s said. It sounds so right, so natural now - he almost can’t believe he was so scared before. I have for a long time now.

Suga nods, still quiet, but in the dim starlight, Daichi can see how bright his eyes are, how his lips had curled into a smile. His throat and jaw are working, like he’s fighting for the ability to speak, and Daichi knows this is because he’s felt the same way. He’s felt the same wonderful, painful weight of a love he never thought he’d be able to speak into existence.

When he finally speaks, his voice is halting and catches on every other syllable, but it’s soft and wonderful, as he says I love you, too. Ever since first year, probably.

Daichi reels. He remembers thinking that long? We’ve felt the same way for that long, and we haven’t said anything? He doesn’t say that, though. What he says is

We’re idiots.

Yes, we are, Suga agrees, sliding closer. He’s right next to Daichi now, hip to hip. But at least we have each other. And this, he finishes, gesturing again to the sky with his free hand.

Daichi turns his head, and Suga’s face is so close he could count eyelashes if he wanted to. He finds that he wants to, but that would have to wait for another time. Right now, Daichi is fully captivated by how close they are and how much he wanted to know, finally, what it would be like to kiss his best friend. He thinks Suga must be wondering the same thing, because they’re both being pulled in. Only centimeters separate them, and soon he’ll know how soft those lips really are. Soon he’ll know that he’s not a great kisser yet, and neither is Suga, but they’ll still pull away and gasp at how right it feels. They’ll be shocked into silence over how much they both feel like they weren’t just falling into love, they were falling into… into home, as strange as that sounds.

They move closer and closer; they’re only a hair’s breadth apart, now and Daichi wants so badly to feel all that again. One more time. Just once more, please, he thinks, and doesn’t understand why as

Daichi closes his eyes.

He’s falling now. Or maybe he’s flying, he can’t tell. It’s a sickening feeling, like the worst case of vertigo he’s ever had. There’s nothing around him, only the bright, cold nothing of white. He hears a voice that, thankfully, pulls him out of that awful place. It’s Kou, and he’s calling him, telling him to come back. It doesn’t make sense, but he tries. He will always try for Kou, so he struggles. He fights, and god it is so hard, but he fights with everything he has and

He’s awake, but not really. He’s aware, but he’s out of place and disconnected from himself. He knows he’s in a hospital bed. He can’t sense much beyond the boundaries of his bed, but the sounds and smells are horribly, horribly familiar - they’re unmistakable.

He knows Kou is there beside him, and Daichi tries to open his eyes or move a finger, but he can’t. This feels more like a dream than anything that had come before, but he knows for sure this isn’t a dream, not this time. He is too tired, too full of hurt, for it to be anything other than reality.

Kou is crying, and heartache adds itself to the pile of pain wracking his body. Daichi’s loved this man damn near all his life now, at least the part of it that matters. He’s sitting by him, holding his hand, and he’s weeping. Daichi wants to call to him, to stop that fountain of tears, to let him know that he’s here, damn it, he’s here… but he can’t. Tears stream from Kou’s eyes as he tells Daichi to fight. He tells him that he believes in him. And then he stops and takes a breath, wiping the tears away as he shakes his head.

“That’s selfish,” he says, “I’m sorry, Dai. You know me.” He laughs, a small, broken laugh and Daichi’s heart breaks at the sound. It’s still music to him, but right now, it’s the kind of music that grabs your heart and squeezes until it destroys you.

“We’re at the edge of the cliff again,” Kou says, “And I want to keep pushing. But…” A sob escapes his throat, but he coughs and, determined, continues, “You’ve been fighting so hard for so long, and I am so, so proud of you. So… baby, if you’re done… if you’re tired… it’s ok.” He stops again, fighting for control. Daichi feels Kou’s hand shaking.

“I love you so goddamn much,” he says, but it’s strangled, “I wish I’d said something the first year in high school. We could have had two more years. Remember how stupid we were? But, damn, that night was beautiful. The stars were ours. They will always be ours.” Kou’s jaw clenches and he swallows. When he continues, his voice is quiet and low. “So if you’re staying just for me… don’t. Go get some rest.”

He rises then and leans over the bed. Daichi feels tears fall on his cheek as Kou presses a gentle kiss to his lips, and it was just as soft, just as wondrous as that very first kiss that night on the hilltop, when they fell into an ocean of stars together. It still felt like home.

“Sit and watch the stars and wait for me, ok?” Kou whispers, and though the tears won’t stop, he smiles.

It really is the most beautiful thing in the world, he thinks and then

Daichi closes his eyes.

There is no pain here, no exhaustion. He’s not in that strange and cold white space from before, he’s in the void, but somehow this is comforting. There’s warmth and a sense of closeness. He can feel the stream of his life here as his whole self unravels, sending rivers and tributaries out into the universe. He is connected to all of it, his whole existence manifested itself whole. No more fragmentary dreams, it’s playing out all at once. Every single bit of joy, every ounce of peace, all the happiness, every dream held for a better future, it was here. And alongside that, the sadness, fights, insecurities, and anger. He accepts all of it, gratefully, the good and the bad. It was evidence that he lived, that he loved, and that it was real.

He feels his heart beat once, a massive thump that sends waves out from him like ripples into eternity, and in that moment, in an instant, stars explode into existence around him. Multitudes of multitudes, they shine all around him and they are glorious.

And so, smiling, he waits. This is his space, but it isn’t his alone, so he waits for the one who will truly complete this starry tapestry of his life to arrive.

No sneaking out this time, Kou, he thinks, It’s your turn to take your time.

He can be patient. It was, after all, such a short time to wait in the face of an eternity under these stars.

#daisuga #sawamura daichi #daichi #sugawara koushi #suga #haikyuu #fan fiction #tw: main character death #tw: hospital #tw: chronic illness

9 notes · View notes

kayzero · 9 months

Text

Hello tumblr I am here to give you your weekly ZWG Foretold update:

100 words of one new scene!!!!! (i had a bad pain week and also i took up some work from my mom editing college essays and also also my littlest sister just left the state for college—i didn’t go and help her set up or anything but that was a thing that did happen)

In other news, I started to hardcore hyperfixate on a new story idea: a Pokémon OC Trainer story set in Kalos. Due to this hyperfixation I have been looking around the internet for new Mega Evolution ideas.

Did you know that not a SINGLE Bug Mega is special oriented? Beedrill, Pinsir, Heracross, and Scizor are all fucking physical!

Viola is an elegant lady who uses refined Bug Pokémon who dance like leaves in the wind and absolutely obliterate her opponents with special attacks. She has a Vikavolt who has gained her infractions for Spectator Endangerment on three separate occasions because its Bug Buzz, while boosting its Special Attack (not even maximizing, just a couple enhancements) shatters Psychic barriers. (She is on a list which numbers about a dozen who has a complex ban in Official League Tournaments: her Vikavolt is not allowed to use the move Charge Beam. She is the only League Official, that is, Gym Leader or Elite Four or Champion, in Kalos that currently has a complex ban.)

I’m giving her a Mega Butterfree, which is just a Gigantamax Butterfree scaled down to normal size. How does she deal with Rock types and Stealth Rocks with three confirmed Bug/Flying types on her competitive team? Her lead Masquerain, whose opening repertoire is Rain Dance, Quiver Dance, Hydro Pump, Defog. (She always loses to Grant, whose Pokémon all know Stealth Rock, including the Armaldo, Kabutops, and Carracosta that all know Swift Swim. But Grant is the second strongest trainer in all of Kalos, right behind Diantha herself, so the loss isn’t too terrible.)

…As you can see, I’ve been very distracted this week.

#kay personal #kay rambles #zwg #pokemon #kalos pokemon #pokemon viola #pokemon grant #mega evolution #butterfree #vikavolt #masquerain #oc trainer #fanfiction #pokemon fanfiction #Human Limitations #<- that’s the title of the fic #i’ll talk more about the actual fic some other time but #the main character has a chronic illness and she has spent YEARS learning about Aura to fortify her body so she can become a trainer #and. as it turns out. aura training is an *elite-level technique*#and she’s been doing it for #(the legal age for someone to become a trainer in kalos is 15 and the hospitalization where she discovered her passion for Pokémon was at 6)#NINE YEARS #so she is not only unquestionably the strongest rookie trainer #she’s able to go toe to toe with some of the gym leaders on *Day One*#let alone when the yearly promotion tournament comes around

3 notes · View notes

obeythedemons · 2 years

Text

Immortality [Obey Me! Solomon & Lance, Barbatos/Lance]

Note: Mentions of possible death. Dealing with vascular type ehlers-danlos syndrome basically. I get to find out if I have that in June of next year. Yayyyyy.

References this fic:

Demon in the Rain

Obey Me! Masterlist

“Solomon,” Lance spoke in the doorway and drew the sorcerer’s attention from the runes he was studying. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Of course, have a seat,” Solomon responded immediately. He stood and turned his chair around so that he could face Lance before he sat back down. “What can I do for my little apprentice?”

Lance took a seat and eyed his teacher. “How does your immortality work?”

“What do you mean?” Solomon asked with a tilt of his head.

“Does it just stop you from aging? Or does it stop you from dying from illness or injuries?”

Solomon leaned back in his chair with a sigh. “Well, I haven’t exactly gone and tried to get myself decapitated or anything, but it does seem like what should be a life-ending injury wouldn’t actually kill me. The same goes for different diseases. It hurts, sure, but they heal with the help of magic and time. Why are you asking?”

Lance looked away and wrung his hands together. “So if I had an aortic dissection, I wouldn’t die?”

Solomon frowned. “No, not likely.” He leaned forward and ran a hand through his hair. “Lance, why are you asking?”

“Barbatos told me about the conditions of the pact that you two made.”

Solomon tensed. “So you’re the one he intended to make immortal.”

Lance nodded his head. “Before I actually go through with it, I wanted to make sure I wasn’t giving him false hope. It’s possible that I’d have an aortic dissection. I didn’t want to make him think that I’d be with him forever when I’d just die a little down the road.” Solomon was quiet. Lance’s bottom lip trembled. “I couldn’t do that to him.”

Solomon offered a small smile. “If you do become immortal, you wouldn’t have to worry about that.” His smile faded. “Still, you need to be absolutely certain that it’s what you want. Being immortal is…Painful. More painful than any illness or injury you could imagine.”

Lance gazed up with Solomon, lost in thought. Then, he grinned. “You were alone, Solomon. Is it painful now, that you have all of us?”

Solomon’s eyes widened at Lance’s words. He laughed lightly. “No, it’s not.”

Lance nodded his head. “Then, I think I’ll be okay. I know it’s going to be difficult and painful, but I have all of you to help me get through the hard parts. I know you warned me that demons aren’t my friends, but they’re some of the greatest friends I’ve ever had. And Barbatos,” Lance trailed off with a faint blush.

“He wouldn’t do anything to hurt you,” Solomon said firmly. “I know I warned you to not get close to them, but it’s clear that they do all care for you.”

“Thank you, Solomon.”

Solomon crossed his arms and stuck his nose in the air. “And I will enforce my pact with Barbatos to make sure he doesn’t hurt you.”

Lance rolled his eyes. “He wouldn’t. I trust him more than anyone.”

“Good. You want that when you become immortal.” Solomon stood up and walked towards Lance. He placed a hand on his fellow human’s shoulder. “I wish you all of the happiness in the world, Lance. I’m sure you’ll find it.”

#Obey Me #Obey Me!#Solomon #Obey Me Solomon #Barbatos #Obey Me Barbatos #Lance #MC!Lance #Main Character #Original Male character #chronic illness #death

27 notes · View notes