#since I like a lot of his work that touches on chronic illness

[signedeclipse]

Hello, it's me again! 🫣 I loved your headcanons about the blind reader! Especially the ones with Hantengu. 😊

This time I would like to request headcanons for Hantengu, Gyokko and Douma with a reader who has a chronic disease. I know this is a serious subject but it's very close to my heart because I suffer from one. I wondered how the demons would react to a partner who has chronic pain and often feels sick. They feel frustrated with themselves and get angry when they can't do certain things because of their illness. I can imagine that they envy the demons for their strength and health and have thought about becoming a demon themselves. They sometimes push themselves too much because they want to keep up with their demonic partner. But when their illness isn't flaring up, they always want to be as active as possible and be close to their partner.

Thank you in advance! Hope you have a wonderful day! (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

Douma | Gyokko | Hantengu [X Reader]

In which their s/o is struggling with their chronic pain and tries to push it aside.

Douma

He was always glad that the cold climate you had living with him helped, since for many it was more harmful than helpful

He was familiar with the idea that coolness helped inflammation and helped your body regulate, but he also had to make sure you weren't overdoing it and getting yourself sick

Douma can almost feel your guilt whenever he steps in, so he does his best to remind you in ways that seem less like him telling you

'Can you warm my jacket for me?'

'Could you get the fire started and watch over it until I get back?'

While it may feel good, it makes you more prone to staying out too long and medicine can be hard to get his hands on during certain times

The worst part for him is being so high ranked, because he knows you know of his strength

Will hide it and down play it all the time in hopes you stop thinking about it so often

How impressive could it be if it hurts his favourite human?

Douma would like you to join him in being a demon someday, but he hopes its because you want to be with him as opposed to because you want to escape yourself

Gyokko

His poison art was actually inspired by the fact that he produces a lot of antidotes for some of your more physical ailments to help soothe the feeling

Think aloe vera but so much better

Might even say you can only get it if you hug him so he can produce it where you touch him, but he won't force it if it's really bad and you just want to rest

He has fought in front of you before, so you've seen his regenerative capabilities and the ways he bounces back in seconds, its honestly irritating at times

If only you could sprout a new immune system, or some new joints

Gyokko insists that it's painful and more excruciating than it seems, but he's kind of lying just because he doesn;t want you to feel so inclined to demonise

He makes mini pots for the medicines and salves he learns to make with cork lids so you can use them when you need

Your own personal pharmacist but so so so much better

Hentengu

He's always found himself to be extremely weak and unlucky

But you manage to be so much more unfortunate than him, so he worries for and cries for you more than he does himself

You were so kind to love him, and yet the world cursed you terribly? It's so unfair

Worries that you could die anytime from your ailments even if you tell him that isn't how it works, so he prefers to remain in a range of you to which he can hear your breathing or heart rate

The clones are more than happy to keep you in shape, but Sekido especially keeps you from trying to match them in any way shape or form

"It's ridiculous to expect results like this as a human, we have lived for centuries you haven't."

Whenever you feel light headed or need fresh air Urogi will take you for a little flight, usually by a body of water such as the ocean to enjoy the best air possible

Karaku just jokes that he has enough muscle for the both of you so you'd be greedy to get even more muscular, I mean, leave some for the rest of the clones!

Hates the idea of turning you into a demon but any day if its really bad and you are in enough agony he would do it just to see you smile again

Authors Note - Originally I wasn't planning to do this request because I don't suffer from any chronic pain, but a friend of mine who does decided to beta read so here we are! I hope these can help in some way, wishing you the best <3

#douma #douma x reader #gyokko #gyokko x reader #hantengu #hantengu x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny #kny x reader #kny headcanons #headcanons #x reader #reader insert

[darkbluekies]

Dr Kry asks #3

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Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3

Warnings: insomnia, medication, drugs, chronic illnesses, broken bones, mentions of overdosing,

☁️ ... this is my last ask for the day i SWEAR. how about dr kry with a sleep deprived darling / a darling who's always sleep deprived. if that doesnt work because of the setting (cause yknow in canon the darling's always napping lol), then how about a darling who has trouble sleeping. OR BOTH if you want to and can make it work. sorry i really wanna request this one cause the only time i can have a good sleep nowadays is when the weekend hits 🥲 i just want a bit of dr kry fluff 😭

He will sit with you for as long as you need, putting your needs before his. He can see that you're struggling to fall asleep. He can see the hollow half moons under your eyes and his heart will break.

"I can't watch this anymore. I'm going to go get you some sleeping pills, okay? And if they won't work I'll go get anaesthesia. Hopefully that'll be able to make you relax."

You'll get your sleeping pills and then rest back against the pillow. Dr Kry will sit with you until morning hours if needed. He'll hold your hand, play with your fingers, hug you if you want one and read for you.

"Are you feeling a little sleepy now, Y/N? Yeah? Are the pills working? Amazing. Just relax and let yourself fall asleep. I'll be here with you until you fall asleep and then I'll meet you in the morning, okay? We'll eat breakfast together, I promise."

Dr kry with s/o who suffers from migraine. Like bright lights aren’t good, eats a lot of pain killers and sleeps a lot bc of it

One of the main things with Dr Kry is that he always forces you to sleep (as seen in his headcanon), but that's because of the poisoned air he puts you in. If the lights we're bothering you as well, he'll turn them down and use small, warm nightlights to keep the room somewhat lit up. He'll try to control your intake of pain killers since he's afraid that you'll take too many, but he'll make sure that you won't be in pain one way or another.

"What? Too bright? Still? But, honey, all of the lights are already off. It's only this little light that's still on ... alright, I'll turn it off. If this continues I might have to develop nightray vision. Why don't you take a nap, Y/N? It'll make you feel better."

How would Dr Kry react to a darling who's very interested in his love life and like to tease him ? Always asking question about his possible partner, what he likes, ect ? Just to say " I don't understand why you're still single, you're so easy to love! Besides you're also very quiet, I know a lot of girls who liked the quiet bo- Wait !! Let me set you up, there's a very nice nurse I think her name is ... Charlotte? You know, the short brunette on the first floor ? She seems very kind or maybe you're gay ?? Well, there's that one dude at the cafeteria, I kinda had a crush on him at the beginning but I thinks he likes men...you could still give it a try if you want 🙂"

He'd let you have a go at it at first, hoping that it'd only be a one time thing ... but you continue to tease him every. single. day. He'll try his best to avoid the subject all together, but in the end would lose it. He'd grab your shoulders and pin you up against the wall in an attempt to make you silent.

"Shut up! Just shut up, alright?! I don't want to hear it!"

He'd noticed that he'd scared you and let your shoulders go. Backing away a step while running a hand through his hair, he'd think on how to save this situation. You'd apologize for making him mad which would only cause him to sigh heavily.

"You're so stupid, Y/N. Why can't you see that I want you? My fingers ache at the need of touching you sometimes and my heart breaks at the thought of you imagining me with someone else! I don't want anyone else. I think I'm going insane! I don't want to hear you talk about other people when you're with me. I just want you to focus on me and me only. Can you do that for me?"

He'd notice how wide your eyes were and how you started pulling your arms closer to your torso. With a hiss, he'd bring you into his arms before you had the chance to run away.

"I love you", he'd whisper.

im going to be sending in two asks bc i am mentally ill. heres the first one: how would dr kry deal with a patient who is chronically ill and frequently needs surgeries? this may or may not be self indulgent because i may or may not have just gotten surgery yesterday on my silly goofy eyeball (im fine)

He'll be right by your side. He'll take care of you and give you everything you need. When you're afraid, he'll kiss your hand and give you a reassuring smile.

"I know you're scared ... I wish I could do something to help you. I wish I could steal you away from here ... but you need these operations to survive. I'm so sorry, Y/N. What can I do to help you? Do you want something to eat? Do you want me to read for you? Yeah? Absolutely, anything for you."

second ask: i literally love dr kry so hear me out 💀 how about dr kry with a patient whos just being a total cranky BRAT to him. acting up, mouthing off, just being a little twerp. (its me. im also a little twerp)

Do you want to die? He controls your body. If you're being a little brat, he'll make sure your air is even more polluted and you 'accidentally' hurt yourself.

"Your arms are broken? Oh dear, how did that happen? Well ... i guess your silly behaviour came to bite you in the butt. Well, now you have to be a little nicer to me if you want me to care for you, okay? I don't want to help an ungrateful brat. Good, let's start over."

What would Dr. Kry do if darling tried to take a lot of pills to overdose and feel independent without him?

You'd be tied to the bed :) and have no privacy :) and never be in control again :)

I just discovered your blog and i'm in love with Dr Kry 😭what would happen if reader was sensitive to loud sounds??

He'd sound proof the room and give you ear plugs. When he's talking to you, he'll use a soft spoken voice and if he gets angry, he'll try his best to keep his composure so he won't yell at you. If there were loud bangings or sounds he can't control, he'll hide with you in the bathroom where the sounds aren't as loud. You'll have your ear plugs and his hands over your ears.

"It's alright, little one, just breathe. The noises will end soon. When they end, we'll go back out into the room and we'll read a little, okay? I'll try to find out who made these awful sounds and make sure they won't do it again."

what if we actually end up living with Dr Kry??

This man would honestly take such good care of you. You'll share a big bed, have many plants and he'd show a more humane side that he can't show in the hospital. He'll smile more, love more, talk more. The constant stress of being in the hospital and having people all around who could take you away from him takes a lot of energy that he wants to project on you.

"I've baked bread! I've wanted to try for a while. How about you come with me downstairs and get a slice with some marmalade? I know your legs are weak, I'll carry you down if you'd like."

i was wondering how would reader and dr krys relationship be if reader was nurse or doctor

He'd make sure you were scheduled together so he can spend his work shifts with you. People in the hospital would think that you're a couple. Exactly as he wants. He'll buy you lunch and stay close to you on break times. If anyone asks him if you're a couple, he'll answer with something that indicates that you are.

"Y/N, do you want to go take a bit of fresh air? You've been working so well these last hours, you're well deserved of a break. Come here, let's go take a few breaths and a bit of coffee before the night shift."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere fics #yandere oc x you #yandere doctor #yandere male #yandere headcanons

[vee-snz]

Here are my d/ick g/rayson snz hcs!

Hc prompt post

general q’s

🐶Default volume? Any reason why?

medium volume not extremely loud, but definitely would be enough to cause attention to be drawn to him. Because of stealth missions he’s learned to stifle them to to near no volume

🐱Triggers? (In order from most to least)

Cats, dust, pollen and certain perfumes, touching parts of his nose

🐭how do they cover? Actions during sneeze

Covers into his elbow, his sneezes hardly ever caught him off guard since he gets. So. Hitchy.

🐹Actions post snz?

Apologies for his sneeze if he’s with some one, and rubs his nose a lot. Someone him rubbing his nose triggers another sneeze

🐰Light vs severe head cold?

Ok so I feel like he is prone to sickness especially from overworking. I feel like most of his colds start off mild so he thinks he can work through them but they he gets so ill from that

🦊How many times is a lot for the character?

He usually sneezes in multiples of about 3ish. His allergy sneezes cause bigger fits of about 6 at once, and he’s also sneezing off and on a few hours after the exposure (especially if it’s cats)

But anyways a lot for him would be 8 sneezes at once

🦄what is their attitude on sneezing?

He gets slightly embarrassed about it, doesn’t like the pre sneeze feeling but likes the release of the sneeze

This is my first post so I hope it’s ok HDHDHD

#d/cu #d/ick grayson #d/ick g/rayson #n/ightwing #snzcanons #snzfucker #snz blog #snzblr

[velvets-stuff]

Uhhh… I promised to bring F.B!Martin's lore a while ago, didn't I?

Martin's original universe was quite similar to the canon show, if not almost the same, Martin was still an adventurer who traveled to help and care for animal life, he was accompanied by his team, although currently he no longer remembers much about them, use the creature power suits and dealt with the villains we already know, so what changes in their universe? Chris Chris is not part of the Kratt team due to an illness, Martin does not remember what it was, he does not remember if it was terminal, chronic or degenerative, but he remembers that it was not easy for him, yes, Chris still had a personality similar to the canon, stubborn but charismatic and kind, but that could never overshadow how sick he was, and that hurt Martin. It hurt him to see how Chris seemed sicker every time, like every time, how he felt like he was losing more and more, to see his health relapses, he simply couldn't stand seeing him like that, too sick, too tired.

One day he had left the Tortuga to walk and get some air, not for nothing, his mother had told him that Chris was hospitalized, they already knew the reason, but this had been the hardest relapse he had, and they didn't know if he was going to make it. This clearly distressed Martin, so he had gone out to clear his mind, but he walked a lot, too much, he was so lost in his thoughts that when he put his feet back on the ground he was already too far from Tortuga, or well , he didn't even know where he was. "Maybe I dissociated during the walk", was the first thing he thought, trying to justify how he got so far just walking, although he was still a little nervous, since he had never reached that area of the savannah. Everything looked so… empty, there were no animals in sight, there were no birds in the sky, he couldn't even hear the annoying mosquitoes, nothing, totally inhabited, there weren't even that many trees, it was like a meadow. But Martin was an adventurer, and he was not going to be intimidated by the place, so he continued walking, and each time everything became more empty and strange, the trees stopped appearing, the grass became lower, the clouds They cleared it, it was as if everything became a simple drawing, as if he were the only character in that drawing, in that scenario. When he reached the emptiest area, he hit rock bottom… literally. When Martin tried to continue walking, it seemed like he had reached the "end" of his universe, as if a large wall marked the limit of a virtual map for example, it was so strange, Martin felt like his head was going to explode from everything he did. was happening, he started touching the wall, trying to understand what it was, and at one point he would look for something in his backpack, he used to keep all kinds of nonsense there, so it wasn't difficult for him to find a rock, not big, maybe a little smaller. than his hand, so he was able to throw it at the wall, and when it began to fragment a little, Martin discovered something that would change his life… The codes

Martin's memories are vague and unspecific during this period, but he practically kept going to that site with the intention of learning more, and he ended up learning a little about how the codes work, especially their ability to modify universes, and perhaps Martin wanted that… Martin took Chris to that place using one of the vehicles they used on their adventures, because in addition to wanting to show him the codes, he wanted to use the possibility of modifying his universe and thus cure Chris. Clearly Chris was alarmed, all of this was crazy, everything could go perfectly wrong and who knows what else, Chris tried to stop Martin, tried to reason with him, but he said that he knew what he was doing, he was going to change all this, He was going to help Chris. He didn't know what he was doing. One bad move, just one misuse of the codes, and that cost him his entire world. The place began to empty, at first both brothers did not understand, but everything seemed to become clear when they noticed how Chris's hands began to glitch and disappear, the place also began to glitch and disappear… Martin messed up… There was panic, too much, Martin was trying to calm Chris down while at the same time looking for a solution, but he didn't know what to do, he was going to lose everything and it was going to be his fault. It didn't seem like there was any solution, his friends were going to disappear, his world was going to disappear, his brother was going to disappear, and there was nothing Martin could do, and in a desperate act, searching through the codes of his universe, he found something which seemed to be a search engine or a blank text bar, where he was given the option to type numbers, Martin had no idea what that was, but he subconsciously put in a random sequence of numbers, waiting for it to do something, and before he was blinded For a light, he hugged tightly what was left of his brother.

He was still alive, Martin didn't know how, but he was still alive, and he wasn't anywhere he knew, he didn't recognize the place, the people, anything, but when he saw his hands he realized that he had what looked like a piece of code, it was smaller than his hands and green.

It seemed like he took something from his original universe, a character code, the character code of his Chris. Martin began to study the codes more, hiding in what seemed to be an alternate universe, looking for a way to fix what he ruined, but guilt, the knowledge of other universes and versions of them and the fact that he had no results slowly drove him to madness, eventually taking questionable "solutions"…

His idea was: "If all the other versions have a character code, it would be enough to use another Chris, take away his character code and put this one on him, it should give him all the memories and information…"

And he had to make it work. He no longer cared what means he used or who he hurt along the way. He had to fix a part of what he broke, or at least try to, he had already learned more than enough, he already had a "solution", he just had to look for some physical replacement for his Chris.

And there are many versions of Chris.

#wild kratts #wild kratts au #fish in a birdcage au #Phew #this was long #If you're wondering why the story of F.B! Martin is longer than F.B!Chris #it is because Martin is the reason why almost all the events of the AU occur #jeje #This poor man started out trying to do a good deed #and ended up in madness.

[writingsofmax]

Disarm pt. 8

Words: 3, 247

Story Summary: Edward and Y/N spend more time together as couple, fluff ensues. Edward gets angry at Y/N's apartment issues and comes up with ideas to help.

Tags: slowburn, chronically ill reader, anti-social Edward, canon-typical violence, obsessive thinking, kissing, biting, smut, domestic fluff

warnings: there is some mild smut at the end of this chapter SO if you're not into it don't read past the last breaklineeeee, kissing, biting, marking?? heavy making out...... welcome to my shame corner lol

Chapter 8- Despite All My Rage I'm Still Just A Rat In A Cage

Edward had been a loner before. In the orphanage it was easier to not connect with people at all, so he hadn’t. Once he was out and in college, it's not that he wanted to be alone––it was just that other people didn’t click well with him. He had conversations with others occasionally, tried to pursue some friendships but it had never worked out. Everyone was too stupid. None of them had understood him or his sense of humor. Everything about making friends was agitating and difficult. My coworkers especially, Edward thought with a sneer. 

That didn’t stop Edward from feeling lonely though. It wasn’t until Y/N came into his life that he realized how lonely he had truly been. God, he had been so lonely. Edward thought while gently brushing his fingers up and down Y/N’s arm. 

“I’ve never heard of a gyroscopic stabilizer until now,” Y/N mentioned, watching the TV.  

“They’re used in ships so unless you’re involved in engineering large watercraft, it makes sense that you don’t know what it is,” Edward responded, adjusting the blankets over both of them on the couch. 

“Hmm. But you know what they are,” Y/N mused. “You’re so smart Eddie.” She snuggled in closer under Edward’s arm with a little yawn. 

Edward’s face felt hot, and he picked lint off the blanket with a shy smile. 

“How It’s Made” was one of Edward’s favorite TV shows. Seeing how things were put together and taken apart was always so interesting to him. He didn’t watch TV very often, but this show could always hold his attention for the full 30 minutes it was on. 

However, it didn’t seem that it was holding Y/N’s attention. During the commercial break, he picked up the remote and started flipping through the channels. 

“Hey, weren’t you watching that, Eddie?” Y/N questioned. 

“I’ve already seen this one before,” Edward responded, a small lie, before settling on Planet Earth. It was an episode about freshwater ecosystems so there was a good chance that it would feature otters.

Y/N gave a small gasp and squeezed his arm lightly. “I LOVE this show, it’s so cool!” she gushed. “They get such amazing footage of the animals too, it’s unbelievable.” 

Edward gazed upon her fondly and tried not to think too much about how good it felt to have her in his arms. This was how their nights had been going for a little while now. 

Either Y/N would come to his house or he would go to her house to watch TV or a movie together. She hadn’t been up for going on as many walks lately since the cold and damp of fall in Gotham made her illness flare. That was fine with Edward though, he was perfectly content to watch over her indoors and do more relaxing activities. Normally, Edward needed a lot of alone time, but lately it was like he couldn’t get enough of Y/N.

For the last two days, she had even been spending the night. It was all very new for Edward but it was so much better than how his life had been before. He had someone to protect, and someone that finally understood him. Those facts alone made it easier to get used to. It was a little unnerving having someone be so close to him after being alone for so long, and all of the physical touch after not having any for years was overwhelming sometimes. 

Another thing Edward had noticed fairly quickly was that having someone around him a lot of the time meant that he had to change his routines and his habits and that was… difficult. Hiding all of his Riddler things from her on a regular basis was tricky as well but it was worth it.  Over his life, he had learned to do everything alone and also liked to do everything a certain way. His way. The right way. But Y/N understood. They were a perfect match, Edward thought. 

“You look sleepy,” Edward murmured into Y/N’s hair after the episode was over, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. 

“Yeah...” Y/N stretched. “Will you come lay down with me?” 

“Of course,” Edward responded, immediately. 

“Carry meee,” Y/N whined, slowly getting up off the couch. 

Without a second thought Edward scooped her up, eliciting a yelp from Y/N. 

“E-Eddie I was joking, you don’t actually have to carry me!” She blushed and Edward smirked. 

“But I already have you, so there’s no point in putting you down. Besides, what’s the last thing you take off before bed anyway?” Edward giggled to himself while carrying her towards the bedroom. “You take your feet off the floor.”

Setting her down gently on the bed, Edward kissed the tip of her nose. “There.” 

“Thank you for that Eddie,” Y/N laughed. “But I need to take my meds,” she said as she got up off the bed. 

Edward watched her as she got up and took her overnight bag to the bathroom with her. She’s so beautiful. He was going to be with her no matter the growing pains. 

Coming back from the bathroom, Y/N turned off the lights and laid on the bed next to Edward. 

“Thanks for letting me stay here, Eddie. I’ve been too freaked out to sleep in my own apartment lately.” 

Edward tilted his head. “Freaked out?” 

His eyes narrowed. Is someone harassing her? Is her apartment too dangerous? It’s probably one of those thugs that hang out in Robinson Park, looking through her windows, following her…  If I went there at night, just out of the streetlights I could easily find them and––

“Oh! I can’t believe I forgot to tell you!” Y/N exclaimed. “Two days ago I saw a rat in my kitchen.” She shook her head with a shiver, making a disgusted face. 

“I thought that I had heard chewing a couple times before,” she continued, “but I wasn’t sure—but then I saw him.” 

“Did you try to trap it?” Edward asked, carefully hiding his trembling hands in the blankets. 

“I think there might be more than one so I called my landlord to hire an exterminator but he’s fighting me on it.” She gave an exasperated sigh. “I just haven’t been able to sleep as well there because I think about them crawling around.” 

“Your landlord is fighting you about it? That’s his job is to keep your apartment livable. He can’t just not do it. Rats carry disease. And they multiply like crazy if you don’t take care of it immediately,” Edward ranted. “Do you want me to go over there? I can try to trap them. Or poison them.” 

Rats had been a huge problem at the orphanage growing up. Disgusting. Always crawling on you at night, biting at your fingers. The unlucky kids had gotten terrible infections. Y/N reached out to Edward and took his hand, pulling him towards her on the bed. “It’s fine! We can get traps tomorrow, and I’m gonna keep on him about an exterminator. Don’t worry!” She flopped down on the bed. “Just being able to stay here with you for right now is enough.” “Yeah, we’ll go and get traps tomorrow,” Edward sighed while laying down next to her, thinking about how it wasn’t fine at all.  With a slight shake of his head, he scooted closer to Y/N, carefully pulling the blankets around her, trying to put the rage out of his mind.

“Do you think you’ll be up for much longer?” Y/N asked.

“Probably… I have a hard time getting to sleep.” Edward played with her hair idly. “I also don’t need as much sleep as you do.”

“Hmm... Well, will you stay here with me until I fall asleep?” Y/N sleepily asked.

Y/N, I would kill for you if you asked me to. “Yes, of course,” Edward replied. 

After about an hour, Edward quietly left the room, slowly closing the bedroom door behind him after Y/N had fallen asleep. Walking back out to the living room, he sat at his desk. Rats. He pulled a notebook from above his desk and flipped open to a blank page and began writing. Rats. Rats. Rats. Disgusting filthy creatures, crawling around Y/N’s apartment. Spreading their germs everywhere. Edward shuddered. And to hear from Y/N that her landlord wasn’t even taking care of it! Typical greedy scum… Collecting obscene amounts of rent for their apartments while doing nothing to maintain them. No better than rats themselves. An idea flitted across Edward’s mind. If her landlord was going to act like a rat, then he could be treated like one. Maybe have a little rat poison shoved down his throat. No. Edward shook his head. Y/N is too close to all of this already. Her landlord would be a direct link.  

He had started to regret having Y/N help him compile information on the Renewal Fund, or even telling her about it. When his plan went into action he didn’t want her to be implicated. Killing her landlord would cause her to be even more suspicious to the police for sure. It was a conflicting feeling, hiding so much of himself from Y/N. He wanted so badly to tell her, but he also wanted to keep her safe. And right now he couldn’t even keep her safe from her scummy landlord. Edward was furious. He… No––The Riddler wanted to kill her landlord. Y/N needed to be protected, but that meant keeping the focus off of her. He gritted his teeth, pushing his pen harder into the paper, almost ripping it while continuing to write.

They all had it coming, and maybe in the carnage that was to come in the next few weeks, he could have one of his followers target her landlord in the chaos. Rats. 

He could feel the ghosts of them crawling on him, chewing his fingers. He thought of all the nights he had spent in the orphanage after they had been forgotten about, listening to them scurry around in the dark. Y/N’s words echoed in his head, “You deserved better.” She was right––He had deserved better, they all had. The disgusting Gotham billionaires, the corrupt politicians, the liars and the sinners… They deserved to be chewed on by rats. Edward sat back in his chair. Chewed on… He pushed his glasses up, brow furrowed.  By rats… Edward giggled. Now there’s an idea. He flipped to a new page and began drawing. —-------------------------------

Y/N wearily opened her eyes, looking around in confusion before remembering she was at Edward’s. She rolled over, and stretched, getting comfortable to try to go back to sleep. Stretching her arms out, she realized with a sinking feeling that the opposite side of the bed was still empty. With a glance she checked the glowing red alarm clock above the bed. 3:27 A.M? Where is Eddie?

Slowly getting out of bed and rubbing the sleep from her eyes she tried to push away her anxious thoughts to no avail. Did he accidentally get locked out of the apartment somehow? Did he fall and hit his head? Did he... Did he leave me here? She shook her head, padding down the hallway and feeling foolish when she saw a light still on at the end of the hall. Eddie would never leave you. Calm down. Y/N squinted at the light and saw that Edward was seated at his desk, still awake, working intensely on something. “Eddie?” Edward sat up suddenly, closing the notebook he had been writing in, turning around. “Hm? Y/N? What…” He seemed out of it, his green eyes glazed over, “What are you… Um.”  He faltered, pushing  his chair out from the desk. “What are you doing up?” He had ink smeared on his hands and forearms, and his hair was messy and wild. Y/N had noticed that Edward got like this sometimes. She had first noticed it early on when they would talk about the corruption in Gotham. His tone would become so vicious and frantic, and when she looked into his eyes it seemed that he was somewhere far away. That he wasn’t quite there with her completely. 

It happened during other times too, when he would talk about the orphanage, or sometimes when he was writing in his work ledgers. It was like the real Edward retreated, and a more wild version of him would take his place. After these… episodes, it seemed like it usually took him awhile to come back. She had never felt the need to ask him about it or comment on it. She just tried to be there for him as best she could. After hearing about his childhood, she couldn’t imagine the horrors he had witnessed. It didn’t surprise her that he had some struggles with mental health. Y/N tenderly reached out to Edward, closing the distance between them in a hug. “I just woke up and realized that you weren’t in bed yet so I came to check on you.” 

She felt Edward shaking slightly under her touch. “It’s 3 in the morning Eddie, you should come to bed,” she suggested cautiously. Edward shivered and let out a sigh, relaxing slightly. “Didn’t realize it was so early.” He reached up and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, let’s go to bed.”

Y/N smiled, looking up at him. Even sleep deprived and messy, he was still so handsome, Y/N thought. 

She gently led him back to the bedroom, “What were you working on?” She asked curiously. “Just work stuff,” Edward responded, pulling back the covers for her to get in.  “They should pay you more for all the extra hours you put in Eddie,” Y/N commented, snuggling down back into the blankets. “They definitely should,” Edward responded sleepily, climbing into the bed after her. “Goodnight, Eddie,” Y/N sighed, kissing him on the cheek before turning away to sleep. Edward wrapped his arms around Y/N and with a strong tug, pulled her back over to him making Y/N giggle. “Good night, Y/N.”

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The sun was bright coming through the blinds of Edward’s room. He rubbed his eyes, slowly recognizing the sound of the traffic outside. The sunlight coming through the window and onto the bed was making him too warm under the covers. With a frustrated grunt, he kicked the covers off of him and––Oh. 

Edward was definitely awake now.

Pulling the covers back over… himself, he glanced nervously over at Y/N who was just starting to wake up. “Hey, Eddie,” Y/N mumbled with a tired smile, pulling herself to him. Edward stiffened and could feel his face getting hot. “G-Good morning, Y/N!” Edward replied a bit too loudly, scratching his neck. “Did you sleep well?”  “Mmmhmmm,” Y/N sighed, sitting up and kissing Edward softly. Edward internally groaned, feeling the heat rush to his cock. He started to pull away, planning to get up and hop in the shower before she could notice, but then Y/N pulled him back into the kiss, deepening it. Before Edward could fully react, Y/N straddled him, sitting on top of him as she kissed him. 

He groaned, feeling his cock pressed against Y/N, the friction setting him on fire. 

Oh no. Is this too far? He didn’t want to make Y/N uncomfortable and really wasn’t sure what to do, having never been in this situation before. 

He was contemplating pushing her off and profusely apologizing when he heard Y/N moan. Y/N was actually moaning from the feeling of him against her. Edward cautiously shifted his hips under her, pushing himself up between her legs, watching her reaction closely. This action elicited another moan from Y/N. 

Edward felt pride wash over him. He couldn’t help but relish in the feeling of power that Y/N’s moans gave him. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down on top of him, moving his attentions to her neck. Y/N is mine. Only I can make her feel like this. He bit down, gently at first, sucking and pulling at the skin with his teeth. He felt Y/N’s breath hitch before she let out a needy whine.

He smiled and in a quick movement, pulled her off him and then carefully adjusted his position so Y/N was underneath him now, her face hot and red. He loved the way she looked and loved even more that it was because of him. He grinded against her more roughly this time, the friction driving him insane.  She clutched at his back tightly, moaning softly with each thrust, Edward kissing her deeply on the lips. God, I  love her so much. He thought, before moving back to her neck, biting roughly this time, making sure to leave marks. Y/N is mine and only mine. Y/N moaned loudly, her hands gripping the back of his shirt tightly. “Ed-Eddie,” she gasped. Edward stopped, pushing himself up to look down at her properly, “Y-Yeah?” he asked, a little breathless himself. Oh no. I went too far, shit. Is she okay?

“Am––Am I being too loud?” Y/N blushed deeply, looking away from him. “I’m sorry if I’m being too loud.” Edward looked down at her for a beat, giving his brain a moment to catch up. “What? Too loud?” He giggled at the absurdity of her apologizing, “That’s ridiculous.” He loved her noises. “Are, um...” Edward started, suddenly feeling awkward. “Are you okay?” Y/N giggled. “Oh, I’m definitely okay,” she answered. Edward smirked. “You sounded okay,” he teased, leaning down and kissing her neck once more. This touching stuff was great. He desperately wanted to explore and investigate all of it more thoroughly, he thought, moving down her neck. He was interrupted by a loud growl from Y/N’s stomach. 

Y/N gave an embarrassed laugh and held her face in her hands. “I am kind of hungry though…” She peeked at Edward through her fingers. “I’m so sorry!” she gushed. Edward giggled and rolled off of her, sitting up on the side of the bed. “Well, I guess I should go get you some breakfast then!”  Yes, he had wanted to continue. Obviously. But Y/N came first––He was her protector after all.

“Is it okay if I shower quickly first?” Edward asked nonchalantly. “Before I head to the diner?”

Y/N slowly started getting up as well. “Of course!”

Okay, good. He could take care of… his needs before heading out. That was something he was used to doing.

“Okay, baby, think of what you want and I’ll get your order before I go.” Edward froze when he realized what he had said and winced internally. Baby? Where did that come from?

Y/N looked at him with wide eyes and then smiled warmly. “I will.”

Edward just nodded, his face warm, and then headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He stood there for a minute, just composing himself. Looking in the mirror he ruffled his hands through his hair, thinking about all that just transpired and had to bite back excited laughter.

He never knew that his life could be so perfect. Previous Next

#riddler smut #dano!riddler #the riddler fanfiction #the riddler #riddler x reader #danocel #danonation #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x you #riddler x you #riddler fluff #riddler fanfic #edward nashton fanfiction #edward nashton #edward nashton x y/n #edward nashton fluff #paul dano

[viperwhispered]

30 days of twst challenge - day 23: Who do you most relate to?

I mean, I have kinda touched on this earlier in the fave post… But Jamil. No question.

And since this got long (oops), I'm gonna put this behind a readmore.

Now, I feel like I should add the caveat that I’m kinda straitlaced and certainly not as much of a schemer as Jamil is. On the other hand, I did actually have a normal childhood, so… Who knows where I would’ve ended up in his shoes.

But even just seeing the constant worrying and planning and prepping in the Scalding Sands event, which was my first proper introduction to him, was very relatable. I am a planner, through and through, thinking of what’s coming next. Sure, I’d like to think I’m slightly less neurotic, but you’ll have to ask someone else than me about how true that actually is.

And then there was the overblot, and just… Yeah. Like, I totally got it why the constant holding back would get to him. Personally, I would absolutely hate something like that, not being recognized and not being allowed to compete fully and show my all. (I mean yeah there’s more to it, especially with the jp version, but this angle is what resonated with me.)

Also on a less conscious level, for a few years now my husband has been dealing with a chronic illness that limits him quite a bit. A lot of the running of the household is left to me by necessity, as well as managing husband’s things too, and just worrying about him. And like, I can’t help but see the parallels here (which, in hindsight sure are very obvious, even if it took me a while to see them). And I definitely sometimes also dream of just going away just by myself, not having to worry about anyone else but myself.

Also like, with the snarky post-overblot Jamil, it is very much possible he is sometimes saying things similar to what I might be thinking, but choosing to hold back. Because I too sometimes find myself exasperated with people who just don’t get it or who are more chaos than order.

Just, I do generally prefer trying to be nice about it instead.

Also like, the way Jamil tends to think he has to be the one doing things, and believes he’ll be the one who can get it done? Yeah I can definitely see echoes of that in myself too. Both in a healthy self-confidence way and in an unhealthy “gotta keep everything in my hands” / get involved with everything way (definitely something I’m working on). Because for some reason there’s a part of me that thinks I could fix basically everything - or that I have to be the one doing so. Totally a sensible mindset and all.

Which could also lead to talking about hyper-independence, which, uhh, again a bit of a mood. Tho honestly I’m not sure how many good examples of the characters actually relying on others we have in this game anyway so… (Alright Diasomnia and the Shrouds and Vil & Rook seem to be more or less decent about this, at least.)

It’s just, there’s a lot reflected here, some things more clearly than others, but with Jamil its just really feels easy for me to get the whys of what he does. Like I can’t pretend I can truly put myself in his shoes, considering his particular brand of traumatic upbringing and the way it’s warped his way of seeing the world (those with the power and those without, aka masters and servants), but there is just a lot that resonates.

#twisted wonderland #30 day twst challenge #ner talks #jamil viper #there might also be something to be said about being the elder sibling and all but honestly who knows how much that has to do with anything #not me just exposing my heart and soul for an ask game #(also yes I am also very aware of how much I feel the need to preface/excuse every potential bad trait don't come at me I know) #sometimes it really does feel like I tend to fall for characters who end up reflecting parts of myself #not that it's always the case #but there sure are a few prominent examples who certainly could be viewed from such a lens #also I'm sure there are relatable aspects to the other twst characters too #but since they haven't gripped me in the same way I've not spent that much time thinking about it

[traceofexistence]

I have some thoughts about Karlach

SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY

also TW: mentions of abuse, trauma, depression, death

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we good?

okay let's go

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so we all know she's a metaphor for a lot of things, like all the other companions, but the main two are "abuse victim" and "chronic/terminal illness"

we learn since the moment we meet her that she was sold and forced to fight for her slaver, and also was given an infernal engine for a heart, that can only work properly when she remains in her slaver's den. (the hells)

she was barely an adult when she was sold.

the person who did that to her was someone she trusted, protected with her own body, and maybe even loved in a familial way, as he gave her purpose when she was in a pickle.

her trust was not just broken, it was torn apart and broken to pieces and thrown in shit, and left there to rot.

the person who she had devoted her life to, sold her to the an arch-devil of the hells. he signed a contract for her, and she had no agency of her own body.

when she became his bodyguard she chose to do it, when she was made to be the axe of her slaver, every agency she ever had was stripped from her.

on top of that, she was mutilated, and was given an artificial heart that was a ticking bomb, if she ever set foot in the material world again (a.k.a leave her slaver). Also her slaver carved words of ownership on her horns, and tattooed her name on her body, to make it as clear as day that Karlach, had nothing.

she fought for 10 years against her will, she wanted to escape, and she never stopped trying. Out of sheer luck, she was part of the illithid grant plans.

she actually knows that, she says so that if it wasn't for the tadpoles, she would still be fighting in hells.

but that change of events, is enough for her to get a grip of her own life again.

she knows what trauma she carries with her, she knows that her engine is not going to hold so she can live the life that she wants. so she takes one step at a time. when she can touch again with the second fix, but also gets it confirmed that she cant live in the material plane, that she has to go back to hells, where her slaver is and still looking for her still sends goons after her. she first refuses to speak about it, and when you push her she says she prefers death.

and here's were things get a bit beyond terminal illness territory.

as someone with a chronic illness (not terminal) who would have preferred to not be born at all. and as someone who is pro-euthanasia, as suffering is something I do not personally like at all. my hypocrisy kicks in because I want Karlach to live😩.

and I would clear all 9 hells for her if it meant that she lives.

but besides that, I think Karlach and her choice, also walks the tight rope of depression and suicide. I think her trauma is so huge that even though she tries to maintain a hold on it, she fails more times than not.

and I think the choice that you and wyll, convince her to make, is a metaphor of a depressed suicidal person finally getting some help.

she goes back to hells, yes, but you are with her, and you promise to kill every devil that even tries to come near her.

and I'm sure that she believe you and wyll that you will indeed protect her with everything you have, but the moment you fail and she's captured again, and made to serve again, she will end herself. no questions asked.

because the promise you gave was to go there long enough to find a cure.

and I'm certain that a cure wouldn't be to get her heart back, and never mention of an illness again, but something in between, chronic, and in need of frequent maintenance but able to live in the material world. to live for years, time that will allow her to create the simple life that she craves, with a spouse, kids, friends. the one thing that was stripped from her.

Karlach is so many metaphors, and I love her so much

and it hurts a lot, because on one hand I want it to be her choice, so she feels like she finally has the agency of her own life, on the other I want her to live because the world is better with her in it.

and arrrgggggg

😩😩😩

#karlach #bg3 spoilers

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

Context for the Adira fragment?

Okay! So, I can't remember how much I've talked about her story on here. But the basic summary is - first book (of which I've written an assorted quantity across... three different drafts, I think), she discovers a copy of the Bible, and that book is really her ascertaining truth, along with a great many other things. I have part of the second book also written, although it's legit such a time since I really worked with it that I can't remember clearly where the books separate. In the second (?) book, the authorities take her away (there's potentially a timeskip but I may write something in between I'm not certain) and try and break her and destroy the Christianity (which has been their goal for a while). At this point she and Tom are engaged. But not just take her away, the authorities stage it in a way I'm not 100% sure about yet, so that her friends and family don't even know where she is or if she's alive or dead.

(During this time, Tom uhhhh develops something of an eating disorder, her friend Emily* goes through a crisis of faith and nearly dies of hypothermia, and Adira herself is tortured and reasonably close to death on a number of occasions.)

There's also fun stuff with betrayal as well, which is what really messes up Adira and her family the most, but anyway. She ends up with a lot of trauma and physical injury which results in scarring (none self-inflicted, though it may look like it). After a long while, she and Tom finally get married when they are unexpectedly made to adopt children (I still need to work out the specifics of how that works with the altered plot since Vaniah's story was removed from this universe, but they are twins and their names are Faith and Hope). They have at least one biological child (another girl, this one named Joy). There's a bunch of persecution, but for Reasons (some of which I still have to work out) they aren't simply wiped out by the authorities, and most of them are not too traumatised or having to hide their entire existence.

Anyway, at some point Tom and Adira buy a house which I can picture perfectly and I've even seen a smol canyon (idk that's the wrong word) that was precisely what I was picturing, except plus the house. In that snippet they're lying on the grass outside their home, a few (?) years after they got married. Incidentally, the whole trauma thing combined with problems of Tom's that showed up (he has significant anger issues, has been reunited with childhood friends who rejected him due to an illness in his teens but who were extremely misogynistic which occasionally shows up in him despite his working on it and drinking his respect women juice ever since) nearly broke their engagement/marriage early on, but they've learned to sort that out with various help.

But they get along SO well all through (they first met when she was fourteen and he was ? (I need to tweak the ages, I started writing this years ago and the age gap at that point is Not It) due to sharing a class 'cause she was precocious and he was struggling) and I love them sm. I love how they can still remain lighthearted to some extent even through all the things they endure. Ultimately, theirs is a lighter and gentler connection than, say, Vaniah and his Emily, which has a lot more heaviness to it.

One of the reasons I haven't written a great deal of this lately (read: have touched only twice since a year and a quarter ago) is because I've been finding romance just not what I want to go near for some reason in writing for the most part (Emily and Vaniah are different because that's not really romance ig). But I love them and I love their dynamic, both when it was purely platonic and when it grew to include romance as well. In the first book, Tom struggles significantly with an illness - I need to work out the specifics, but I drew to some extent from chronic fatigue syndrome, which my dad suffered from when I was young and still suffers from in a reduced quantity. One thing I like about that is that it shows how singlemindedly driven Tom is for any goal of his, which feeds into the anger issues he has later on, and problems related to his somewhat obsessive nature. Which he doesn't entirely fix and he still has to deal with to some extent, but it much improves (and it's not *all* bad, there are good points to it too).

Anyway, yeah, I think that's most of the context off the top of my head. Feel free to ask for clarification on anything! I love talking about my characters. :)

*The Emily of Vaniah's story and this Emily were originally one and the same, but I ended up choosing to separate the stories. I'll probably change the name of Vaniah's Emily at some point, but haven't yet. In Adira's story Vaniah still exists, showing up precisely three times, but his ending is entirely different - while in his story he leaves his job and becomes friends with them and marries Emily and heals from his problems, in Adira's, he leaves his job but rather more explosively and choosing to save all the people he can before he is found out. He then commits suicide to avoid a long and painful death at the hands of the authorities (it's possible he could have done things differently and simply fled to join some of Adira's family and believers overseas, but he also entirely does not mind dying at that point). In Adira's story he is never named specifically, and his actual ending may or may not be specified in those books.

#ask #adira #my writing #adira analysis #alexandra #tw suicide

[auroragothcs]

TWs and CWs: Mentions of violence, injury, cannibalism, human experimentation, disordered eating, recreational herbs and detachment to a sense of self.

| Il Dottore Headcanons (pt.4).

76. Really accepting of people, just in a "It's okay, I want to study people like you too" way which is not ideal, but could be worse considering everything.

77. Snaps his teeth at Pantalone when he calls him "Dottie" and tries to touch him affectionately.

78. He grinds his teeth when he's becoming overwhelmed by work and it led to a tiny piece of his tongue missing.

79. The closes are one of his most useful and welcomed creations in his life since they understand him and each other in ways no one else could and often push him to take a break while they take care of things.

80. Gets dragged out of his lab and office by his collar at least once a week, no one bats an eye at it anymore.

81. He probably doesn't even have a bed that he considers his anymore, throwing hinself over his desk and crashing when he's too tired to keep on working.

82. Got banned from a small teashop he enjoyed going to and eating baked goods at because he offered to buy the owner's recently deceased daughter, never harmed him since he genuinely kinda liked the place and workers but is still very grumpy about it.

83. Invests his free time into finding cures and better treatments to illnesses and sells the recipes, the chosen "volunteers" to these experiments are rude subordinates.

84. One of his clones has a broken tooth that he refused to fix because he bit into one of his delusions to "eat it back" after hearing that it consumed vitality.

85. People staring at him face makes him feel insecure and the old mask did very little to soothe that so he enjoyed the change quite a lot.

86. Rubs his hands red if he feels dirty or guilty.

87. Has a birthmark on his waist/belly, it looks like a wobbly little heart and he pokes at it every time he sees it.

88. Freckled king, they're very light and not many people see him from close enough to notice, but grow in number and intensity on his shoulder blades.

89. Jokingly asked the Tsaritsa for permission to boil and eat her gnosis once he got comfortable enough to talk more freely around her, she found it funny enough that she offered to let him do that to someone else's.

90. Asks questions at dizzying speed and gets mad when no one can keep up enough to answer them all.

91. He takes boiling hot showers/baths to soothe chronic pain and help him relax but needs to have a clone around beceuse he faints every damn time and they're the only ones he's comfortable being naked around.

92. Prime has night terrors when he actually sleeps instead of his usual crashing, not even the clones know what of.

93. Dottore enjoys the power his position brings and how it affects his dynamic in nearly any social situation, taking advantage of how no one would dare to say a single bad thing to/about someone who earned the Tsaritsa's approval, at least not in front of him, of course.

94. He carries a handkerchief embroidered with traditional designs from his homeland and is unwilling to leave it all in the past no matter how much he pretends not to be.

95. Cats like him a lot and he's confused but overjoyed.

96. Sways his hips a little while performing surgeries and experiments since humming repetitively helps him keep pace and track of time.

97. Fears that a clone could take over his identity and that no one would notice, they all have a similar fear.

98. Would not-so-secretly DROOL over Lady Gaga's music.

99. Knows Lisa and Baizhu in passing because they studied at the same library table sometimes but were all far too focused to talk, probably remembers them well enough to recognize with some prompting.

100. Pantalone refuses to give him more funds for his lab but will give him expensive gifts like bath oils and coats if he notices that Dottore looks stressed.

#V Dottore hcs #fatui harbingers #fatui headcanons #harbinger headcanons #genshin impact #genshin headcanons

[thatsneakymedic]

October Writing Challenge Day 11 Blood

Pouring the extra blood in a new bag, he looks behind the anemic person who was in a dire need of it, the blood bag despite Kabuto accidentally tearing the corner of the plastic an hour ago. It was still new since blood bags that have been unlocked are still fresh after 24 hours so Kabuto got to work quickly to get it ready for transfusion.

"Sorry about the little spill, but it's nothing to worry about. Your treatment will go as planned. And if you're uncomfortable with this, I can go use another bag. It'll still be the same." Kabuto said with a calm voice as the woman on the seat waits for him to get the blood ready.

"It's fine. Blood is blood, and even if it is bad. It's not like I have much longer to live anyways. I just don't want to be in so much pain when my time comes." The woman sighed as she stares at the ceiling with a bored tone. Having severe chronic anemia really sucked when even with all of the fluids and eating the foods that she hated. She constantly needs a blood transfusion almost every month before and after her menstrual cycle. She's embarrassed that it almost feels like as if she's some glass of water or blood that would always "leaks out" thanks to her gender and constantly needs blood to manage the day. She hated how tired she is, she hated how a lot of her peers avoid touching her since she's always "cold" and frail all of the time, and most of all. She hated the annoyance and the pity that her family members would give her when she would at least try to maintain whatever's left of her relationship with them. Even though it almost feels like they're looking forward to her dying so that they can be out of their way.

Thank goodness that the one person who actually valued her worth was Lord Orochimaru himself. Who always offered his reassuring touch, how he didn't alienate her for her condition, and he valued her skills as a shinobi despite her constant need for blood. Specifically AB blood both positive and negative since her body itself seems to somehow reject all other blood types. As and Bs blood only give her half of the iron she needs temporarily while O type blood makes her even more "sick" despite that it's a universal blood that can be given to anyone in the world. An unusual case that Kabuto is also currently looking into.

Kabuto turns to her as he decides that out of respect, he'll put away that certain kind of blood pack that spilled out and he takes out a fresh one just for her, "Don't be ridiculous. You're not going to die, you're just taking your medication, no shame in that. And if you're worried about the blood supply, don't. There's plenty of AB blood for you to use."

"That's not the point. I'm just saying that I'm just tired of being sick and feeling alone all of the time. My other family members are all healthy and fine and they should've also have the same illness as I do, but it seems that I'm the unlucky one out of them. And they love to remind me about how much of a failure to their eyes and yet they have no idea how much me and grandmother have sacrificed for their sake." She said while her hands clench into fists.

"They call you a failure, but they don't have your family's genetic kekki genkai as powerful as yours and your late grandmother. Lord Orochimaru did say that you didn't need to bring them along to take care of them when we recruited you, but you.-" Kabuto's voice was cut off when she gave him a rather annoyed sneer which stopped him from saying what she already knows.

"I know what I said, and I can't go back on my grandmother's promise. They're all ungrateful and spoiled brats, all of them. Only sticking to that false sense of pride of a forgotten clan when we're suffering from fertility issues, our land stolen, financial issues, and genetic blood disorders... like mine. And yet they're all relying on me "the diseased one" to stay afloat."

Kabuto listened to her frustrated rant as he prepares the IV staff next to her and he gets the IV needle ready to be put inside of her arm. "If that is what you're going to stick to, I can't say anymore. I have already told you before that family isn't about being related to someone. Sometimes friends can be trusted and appreciate you more than blood relatives ever could. Just know that Lord Orochimaru does not see any less of you, he sought you out himself after all and you can trust that I'm still working on finding a possible treatment for your blood disorder. I just need more time to find it."

He now injects the needle into her arm and she doesn't flinch or wince at the sudden pain and he allows the blood to flow through the pipe and into her veins, "I'm just saying that, even though we can't replace your family and the bonds that you had with them before your illness changed their views of you, but just know that we won't ever be like them". Sick or not, you're still valuable and precious to Lord Orochimaru. So don't even think about dying, since even selfishly wishing for death only serves as a betrayal of Lord Orochimaru's hopes and his caring feelings for you."

She could only breathe slowly in response to that as the blood was now inside of her veins, and strangely enough, the pale color on her cheeks fades as she starts to look slightly more healthier the more blood goes inside of her. Her thin lips also become plush as they always had been. For her to already recover this fast despite that she would need at least another bag of blood after this one, further shows how unusual her condition is compared to other anemic individuals.

"... You're right. I'm sorry for not thinking of it that way. It was indeed foolish of me to take all of these procedures for granted when Lord Orochimaru has generously has offered his hand to me and to my family and is putting the effort to keep me alive. I guess my family's harsh words and treatment had made me forget that for a moment." She clenches and unclenches her hand as she can feel her body now getting warmer and warmer by the second.

She's slowly feeling alive and her cranky attitude from earlier was also diminishing to that of a submissive docile woman who's family's abuse has taken it's toll on her personality but yet only bound to duty and familial love and devotion towards them.

"If you ask me, you should... "limit" your contact with them in the meantime while also sending them the money for food and other important stuff that they need to keep themselves alive while also forcing them to seek out jobs if they want more money for frivolous expensive crap." That is if that's the kind of relationship you have that is already happening. They don't see you as human, but more like an ATM and someone who brings them free food from the government. You deserve to surround yourself with people who would appreciate and love you." Kabuto replied as he watches the monitor of her health to make sure that everything is going well.

"It's easier said that done when you know that I just... can't do that. But... I'm just so tired of their abuse at this point. Umm... Lord Kabuto. May I ask for a favor from you?" She thinks for a moment while she turns to Kabuto now, "Is it alright if I can spend the night here? I like to get some proper sleep before I return to them."

Kabuto looks at her with his glasses reflecting her pleading yet tired expression and he kindly smiles at her, "Of course you can. You can stay as long as you want here and eat the recommended foods that will be provided to you here, the only thing that me and Lord Orochimaru will not allow is for your family to demand Lord Orochimaru's audience or to stay here with you either. We won't tolerate any of their disrespect or unnecessary fighting, if you get what I mean."

She could only nod despite that she's holding in some tears of joy as more of her condition improves as the blood bag is now half empty.

"Thank you Lord Kabuto."

@lunyraartistry

#october writing challenge #angst #comfort #;_; #when this is one of those stories when you wonder if it's genuine or if it's pure manipulation #either way #here's some angst #tw: blood

[darkbluekies]

Dr Kry asks #2

Previous one Next one Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too many loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3 Warnings: chronic illness, losing hair, quite a lot of angst

— Yandere Dr Kry with their darling slowly losing hair(short or long hair it works both ways) from stress or fear. Like when Dr Kry brushes his hands against his darling hair there is always a lot of hair on his hands. A plus is that darling can never be calm ever again. What would he do???

He'll be so worried. Everytime he touches your head, it feels like he's pulling a fistful of your hair with him. He'll look down at his hand and then at your intense stare and sigh. His heart'll break at the sight of you being so scared. You'll cry and shout and scream, refuse to rest because you're scared of not waking up again and cling onto him in fear.

"Don't be scared, little one. I won't let anything happen to you. I will figure out what's wrong and I will make sure you get better. I think you look pretty. Don't you agree? You don't need hair to be pretty. Your beauty shines through. Give me a hug, I'll hold you for as long as you need."

He'll hold your fragile body in his strong arms, blinking away a few tears when you can't see them. If he's honest, he's terrified.

— What is Dr. kry’s long term plan with the reader? To have her stay in the hospital forever or to eventually go home with him? What is his ideal long-term plan and what would it look like?

I have talked about it a little before here and here, but I can expand it a bit. He wants to leave the hospital with you. But for that to happen, you need to be dependent on him. If you don't love him, he'll keep you drugged and weak, but if you trust him and actually like him, he'll let you live normally. He wants to have a normal, cute family life with you, so he hopes that you will give in and let him have you.

— How will Dr. Kry manage a who darling is neurodivergent? Someone with adhd for example needs to take their mediation, need behavioral therapy and in general just suffers from the symptoms of adhd: being unable to sit still, especially in calm or quiet surroundings, constantly fidgeting, being unable to concentrate on tasks, excessive physical movement, excessive talking, being unable to wait their turn, acting without thinking, interrupting conversations, And many more...

[I don't know if I'm the best one to answer this, but I will do my best and imagine how i think he would react.]

Since Dr Kry is a very calm and introverted person, he will have a harder time dealing with your needs, but he will always do his best to understand you and give you what you need. He will figure out how to take care of you one way or another because he refuses to give up and let you down. He won't have anything against your talking and interrupting since he loves hearing your voice. He will take you down into the gym to let you release some energy, he'll keep you occupied in different ways. Dr Kry will always give you the upper hand and will never blame you for anything you do. He will take all the blame because he loves you so much.

— What if Y/N just gave up trying to live with Dr.Krys treatment? After all its so tiring when you try for so long to get better but it never works in the end. I'd be so tired trying and just give up.

He'll keep your hands cuffed to the sides of the bed to prevent you from leaving him and/or this world. He will be heart broken by your new broken shell, you're not yourself and it frightens him.

"I'm sorry that you're unhappy, Y/N. I wish you weren't ... I wish that you were happy. I know that I cant make you happy just like that ... but I hope that you'll find that I'm not very bad in the future. I hope that we'll be happy together one day. I will wait."

— I love your blog and all of your characters! I wanted to ask, what if Dr. Kry ended up falling for someone who was chronically ill?

[Thank you so much for liking my stuff!! Once again, I might not be the right person to answer this because I'm very uneducated, but I will try my best.]

Dr Kry will never leave your side. Never ever. He's secretly worried that he won't have enough time with you and fears for the day he might lose you, but he'll make the most of your days. He'll keep you happy and will make sure that the only tears you shed are happy tears. He'll be with you through operations, through good days and bad days, he'll be there every second. You'll never have to feel alone. He hates the world for making you ill, but there's no one to give revenge to ... so all he can do is to be there for you and hope for the best.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere oc x you #yandere doctor #yandere headcanons #yandere reactions

[toolazytodecide]

writer questions!

nobody tagged me but I love this crap and am technically a writer so lets do it.

1. what’s your favourite genre to write?

Oooooo romance obviously, but more specifically I like writing fics that focus a lot on character analysis? 

2. do you pull inspiration from real-life, or do you pull things from other books/fanfic?

I write a lot of AUs, but I do get a lot of inspiration from songs. I’ll also work in headcanons I see on tumblr and stuff 

3. do you tend to write one-shots, short stories, or longer things?

I always want to write multi-chapter fics, but struggle to finish them. It’s a goal of mine to write more one shots instead of dedicating myself to 20k+ fics.

4. do you prefer description or dialogue?

DIALOGUE!!! I used to be obsessed with writing texting fics which gave me a lot of experience with dialogue, while leaving my description skills to suffer.

5. favourite fanfic/book of all time?

Bro. Impossible question, but my current favourite book is The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt. My favourite series is Six of Crows or  The Raven Cycle. 

As for fics...I’m gonna forget so many BUT I’ll give you one for each of my top ships on AO3

1. Andrew and Neil (All for the Game):  Those That Broke Us by  WriteThroughTheNight  ( https://archiveofourown.org/works/9095254:)

 This is atypical for me since it’s not romance focused, but is rather focused on Neil’s trauma from his mother and him realizing that the way she treated him was not okay. 

Also shoutout to every “andreil fake rivalry fic” it is one of the few times I read established relationship and I eat it up every time.

2: Adam and Ronan (The Raven Cycle): while we're on the subject, could we change the subject now by  shinealightonme (https://archiveofourown.org/works/12643005)

A truly adorable neighbour AU. Honestly Pynch was one of the toughest to pick a favourite for. 

3. Mickey and Ian (Shameless): I couldn’t decide between Fucked for Life by  Awritersmind (https://archiveofourown.org/works/21800806/chapters/52022443) 

An interesting twist on the coffee shop AU where Mickey and Ian fall in love as adults rather than teens. 

I read this a while ago, but I was OBSESSED it made me fall in love with the idea of Artist! Mickey and I loved how they wrote his relationship with his sister Mandy.

 and None the wiser by Loftec

 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/4856489/chapters/11128907

Again I read this a while ago, but it is a diner AU and just utterly delightful. I love reading fics where Mickey had a good relationship with his son and this is is a really good one. 

4: Remus and Sirius (Harry Potter)- My actual favourite Wolfstar fic has disappeared and is a Greatest British Bake off AU where Remus has fibromyalgia so if you know where to find it please let me know. 

BUT a close second is Text Talk by  merlywhirls (https://archiveofourown.org/works/1651109/chapters/3501239)

If I’m having a shitty day I’m re-reading Text-talk. it’s that simple. It’s a wrong number AU where they muggles in the modern day and Remus is home schooled due to his health.

5: Boris and Theo (The Goldfinch)- They Fuck (it up) by  colish3

( https://archiveofourown.org/works/33547123/chapters/83356504) 

A gorgeous fic about Theo dealing with the aftermath of the book, and maybe accepting his feelings for Boris. 

6: Ben and Devi (Never Have I ever)- all the magic we gave off by  transfiguredtoad

Bevi trying their best to not still be into each other while in other relationships. Super addicting tbh. 

6. favorite trope?

Wrong number! Enemies to Lovers! Fake Dating! There was only one bed! I’m a simple girl tbh. when writing I especially like writing about chronic illness but idk if that counts as a trope.

7. are you the kind of person to work on more than one wip?

Not successfully. If I start another fic the first one won’t be touched again til I’ve finished my new fic if ever again. 

8. how long have you been writing for?

Since I was 14 so almost 9 years, but that has definitely not been continuous. I’ve gone years without writing anything.

9. do you tend to write more during the morning, afternoon, or evening?

I get an idea and write whenever I can until it’s either done or I’ve gotten distracted rather than having a set time of the day. 

10. do you prefer to post your wip chapter by chapter, or do you prefer to wait until your wip is 100% finished before posting?

I prefer to finish everything first because I’ve found I won’t finish otherwise. Besides I like being able to go back and change stuff. 

im tagging  @furoruisa and  @siriuslynotovermarauders   🙈  feel free to ignore this if it aint your thing. I also challenge anyone else who wants to give it a try.

#tag game

#Tag game #writer tag #ff #fanfiction #ao3 #did this instead of sleeping #the ff part took so long #i missed a few ships too #like destiel bc I couldnt think of a stand out fic #Andreil #Pynch #Gallavich #Wolfstar #Boreo #Bevi #FF recs #I havent read most of these fics in years but theyre the ones that stuck in my memory #whoops

[baladric]

i was just randomly scrolling through the tdt tag and i saw your post about the horrible treatment by supposed fans towards stiefvater and trc/tdt and i couldn’t agree more. things were always tricky and it was a sad sad day when she closed her tumblr and i remember a lot of it had to do with the treatment of kavinsky’s character. i’m not saying there weren’t problematic elements to her writing but she more often than not got criticised for all sorts of dumb shit but i truly hoped that the fandom had matured in the years following the release of the raven king but i suppose it was not to be. i remember when she did a reddit ama and got accused of being homophobic because declan and jordan got engaged but not ronan and adam. like ?!?!? did this person even pay attention to the story and their character arcs?? it would make very little sense for pynch to get engaged, not least because they are barely in the same place for most of tdt. anyway sorry for the rant but i just truly feel bad for maggie, for all the work and love she put into these characters and doing it all through a scary illness that nearly stopped her from writing and by all accounts would have killed her. i definitely think she wasn’t prepared for the level of fandom and attention she was going to receive for trc and it sucks that she’s had to reduce her presence from social media since. i can’t wait for her next books though especially because they seem to be more for adults. i think she has truly mastered young adult fiction so i’m curious to see what she does next, and it’s bound to be good if tdt is any indication

oh word, friend! honestly the vitriolic outlash re: kavinsky was sort of my personal first red flag about the rising of purity culture in fandom spaces (though there were, and are, valid criticisms of k obviously, like yikes re: the "face of a refugee" shit)—and now all this stuff about pynch in tdt is like... idk, people have lost touch with the concepts of nuance and also unhomogenized relationship arcs.

(THIS GOT SO LONG SORRY, I HAVE TOO MANY THOUGHTS)

idk how understood this is, but as a chronically ill person, i think about it a lot—ronan's entire arc in tdt, especially in cdth, is about chronic illness and the arduous, painful process of acceptance of one's disability and consequent limitations. like you said, stiefvater came into tdt after a terrifying illness during which she literally lost the ability to string sentences together, and very much had no idea if it was a skill she would ever regain. and she's still dealing with issues, i'm sure, because any serious illness leaves its marks.

being a dreamer has always had aspects of chronic illness, though one could argue that its original plot inclusions in trc aligned more with experiences of addiction and mental illness (with a soupçon of internalized homophobia, for Flavor™). but the way tdt starts off with ronan being very directly forced into conflict with his physical capabilities in regards to doing the things he needs to do for his own essential happiness (read: moving to be closer to adam, and his following inability to actually do that, as it took him too far off the ley line to be safe for him,or anyone around him) is a classic chronic illness narrative. and considering what stiefvater was coming out of, experientially, it's very clear that this is deliberate.

(i think she's actually talked about this somewhere, maybe in that reddit ama, but idr where! if anyone wants to follow-up with that, it would be lovely)

the thing is!!! navigating one's own disability is a grieving process—and grief is multifaceted, and comes paired with a lot of anger and railing at god/nature/reality/whatever. which, of course, can absolutely ruin relationships and push loved ones away. and even if it doesn't firebomb those relationships, it still complicates them intrinsically. a person can't help someone that's not helping themself, and it's hard to have space for helping yourself when all of your resources are going towards survival. and ronan is very much surviving. he is not helping himself—and he hasn't been for a long time at the start of tdt. we see that in the daily/weekly schedule declan had to force him to write so he wouldn't just waste away, and it continues apace into, you know. violent ecofascism. (which is a lot more destructive than your average joe can manage with their disability crisis, but you know, each to their own!)

meanwhile, adam's on his own self-worth/self-concept journey, spreading his wings at college and doing the very classic job of swinging oneself so far in the opposite direction of their old behaviors or the person they used to be, that it ends up being its own brand of personal disservice. he has put the adam parrish of henrietta in a box and shoved it to the back of his mind, and donned this very literal disguise (my boy! in a tweed fuckin vest and slacks! love that for him) of ivy league therapist friend!adam, and though we obvs lack adam pov to take the actual temperature of this, it's really clear that this shift isn't sustainable. you can't run from trauma, and you can't run from your past self, and he's making a valiant effort at doing both. it's gonna back up on him, if it's not already.

so ronan going off the rails? not something adam has the capacity to manage gracefully, even if ronan was letting him in—which he isn't, because he's grieving the simple fact of an inherent freedom he'll never be allowed. all of his friends have scattered on the wind like so many traumatized dandelion seeds, and he's stuck in the same place, unable to put the ghosts of their collective past behind him, because they live in his house. this is the driveway where he found his father, dead; this is the barn where he spent countless fruitless hours trying to dream a sweetmetal for his mother, only to have her die horribly before he could; this is the car in which he raced a dead boy, and these are the streets he drove with his best friend on long, sleepless nights when all they could do was try to keep each other from falling through the holes in their heads. the school he failed, the church in which he dreamed a crime worse than anything he'd dreamed before or since, the hummocks of disturbed earth, grown over with tall grass, in which he buried the things that wanted to kill him and who knows how many other corpses of his own physical self.

and he can't leave. he can never leave, so he's clutching at straws and alienating everyone who loves him and just McFreakin Losing It! which is fine, because he's nineteen and stranded and feels more alone than he ever has, in this void of anything like guidance, in the void of parental figures, in the void of any kind of traditional life path, and he has to work all of that out for himself.

so of course he and adam aren't getting fucking engaged. of course it's not a happily ever after—and it would be disinenguous for maggie goddamn stiefvater to give us that! because when has she ever been anything but a writer of complex, messy and wretchedly gorgeous characters? isn't that what drew us all to her in the first place? because fuck, y'all, the draw sure isn't her plots or her worldbuilding! (i love her worldbuilding, to be clear, it's just... aside from the dreaming, it's not super consistent)

stiefvater's appeal as an author is the very unique and complex way she understands her characters' minds, and refuses to ever play them as archetypes. gansey isn't just a nerd, or just a rich boy, or just a lonely person—he is all of them at once. he's a king of men, he's miserable, he's giddy with the thrill of being alive, he wants to get pizza with his friends and drive too fast and be allowed to go fuckin bonkers now and again and kiss the girl he loves.

gansey is a fucking problem. blue is a problem, henry is a problem—adam parrish and ronan lynch are PROBLEMS, and god fuckin bless stiefvater for not only allowing this in her characters, but for leaning into it. she lets them be messy, lets them be awful and fight and do the wrong thing, and—most importantly—she lets them find ways to come back together afterwards!

all this to say, it blows my fucking mind that people are surprised that this trilogy is doing anything other than absolutely wrecking shop. stiefvater wouldn't have written these books if there weren't things in her characters that needed to break in order to be patched back up, stronger than before. the entire raven cycle universe is built on the shifting nature of individual identity, and the ways we all have to create our own fulfillment, because the goals we set for ourselves are very rarely the point of existence that we want them to be. and if the first quartet was about gansey and adam, at their core, then this trilogy is about ronan and declan, building their fulfillment. finding their footing in the world as adults (which, you know, quick point, tdt is not young adult fiction, it's regular old speculative fiction, so uhhh yeah of course the material is gonna be even less fluffy homogenized shit than the first series) and that's fucking HARD and MESSY and just. jeez, y'all, have faith in stiefvater that it'll all come out the better, and find some peace that things are messy right now. (it's not HOMOPHOBIC for a queer person to struggle in fiction, and if you're thinking that, you need to sit down and examine that thought very deeply. i could say a lot about how declan falling in love and getting engaged is extremely meaningful for his personal development, where the same thing wouldn't be for adam and ronan, but uhhh idk)

we make a lot of jokes that stiefvater likes to hurt us, but does she? really? like, yes, her writing hurts, but as a person who was dragged kicking and screaming through his mid-20s by the nape of his neck and the slim hope of the brighter future shown in the raven cycle, i can say that her stories are actually, at their core, about healing and the awful paths we have to walk to reach it. and, with the advent of tdt, they're now also about the fact that healing is cyclical, not linear! there's no end point to growth. there's no happy ending—because there's no ending, short of death. life has ups and downs, and with every layer of ourselves we heal, another, deeper layer pulls back, demanding that same care and attention, those same tears and clawing for the light. it's hard. it sucks. but at the end of the day, we can get gelato with our friends. we can look at art. we can find our sweetmetals to carry us through our days, whether those be assistive devices, or people, or a favorite book.

;laskfjw idk TL;DR, these books would not only not be maggie stiefvater books if adam and ronan just... got engaged and were having a happy, fluffy time of it (and fwiw, declan and jordan are distinctly NOT having a happy fluffy time??)—they would also fucking suck. they would not be entries into this world. they would be doing these characters a fucking disservice. so just. everyone needs to calm down and realize they can just not read something if it makes them mad. what's that meme with the skeleton? you can just LEAVE!!! you can put the book down instead of harassing the fucking author, who is doing nothing but staying true to herself and her motivations in storytelling.

clearly i have a lot of feelings about this. if you read this far, blessings be on your funky little soul, you absolute legend.

#tdt #trc #the dreamer trilogy #the raven cycle #maggie stiefvater #this is so fucking long sorry #anonymous ask #ask

[master-of-fluff]

For the The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Tumblr Meme asks Kai 1, 6, 7, 14, & 20

What does their bedroom look like?

Kai's bedroom is very minimalistic he's got a dresser and clothes, a desk, a nightstand and a bed. At least that's what it looks like to and outside.

Kai's desk is literally stuffed with drawings and other things from his family that he hoards, he also has a bunch of boxes under his bed with more stuff from everyone/birthday presents.

top of his dresser has literally so much crap he didnt want lloyd and jay to reach falling off it that the little scavengers get the stuff anyways.

6. Eating habits and samples daily menu

Kai literally puts hot sauce on everything, eggs? Hotsauce. Skittles? Oh yeah that definitly needs hot sauce

Daily menu sorta depends on whos cooking but ingrediants are usually bought either on sale or in bulk to save money since theres so many people

So things like eggs, peanut butter, noodles and rice

Ergo things that are made a lot are: eggs of all kinds, curry, fried rice, PB pancakes, noodles with PB sauce, pb sandwiches and thibsg like that

7. Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time:

When Kai actually does decide to waste time he either plays video games or tries learning different dances, his favorite is breakdancing!

however its pretty rare for Kai to waste time on himself, usually only if none of his other siblings are doing anything because he got so used to doing everything for Nya and him that its hard to just, not need to do somethng productive or helpful.

14. Physical abnormaties?

I think aside from the scar above his eye he also has several burns on his hands and arms from both his power and the forge, has chronic pain in his hands, back and some other places.

Also has lots of cut scars everywhere from ninja work and also has phantom pains from some of the worse ones.

Definitely on the short side due to malnourishmente.

permanant eyebags.

I think that aside from Lloyd, Kai has the most stretchmarks, going from slightly starving half to getting more then enough food at the monestary, Kai always did his best to spare Nya from going hungry so she was still sorta malnourished but not as bad.

Once they both got a more steady diets they shot up to full quite a bit and then kai stayed at that height and nya grew a little bit afterwards.

20. Childhood illnesses?

Again kai was pretty malnurished and because of that he got sick a lot in winter, mostly colds and maybe the flu once or twice, one time he got pneumonia though and it was pretty bad, of course nya and kai didnt know that it was pneumonia just that kai almost died

that was the reason nya learned how to work the force actually as before kai didn't want her touching it but with him being really out of it and them needing money and such... Well yeah.

#ninjago headcannons #ninjago #:)

[jerirose]

how long have you been drawing? i used to be really into drawing when i was in high school but a chronic illness has made it really hard for me to hold things like pencils, pens, markers, and styluses so i had to give it up. you're just really good with your art and i'm super jealous.

Hi Anon!

Firstly, please don't be jealous 😔 though I very much understand where you are coming from and I'm so sorry that Chronic Illness has taken away something you love (I can very much relate).

Secondly, to answer your question I've been drawing literally since I could hold a pencil! I was ambidextrous as a child (left hand dominant) and my dad loves to tell me stories of how I'd work on two completely different drawings at once, sometimes at different stages of each drawing. That was until school forced me to use my right hand and I lost my left-handedness and my ambidextrousness.

I drew all the way up until High School as well, I was an A+ student in Art Class but my teachers weren't great and since I was a "gifted child" my parents really, really fed into it and milked it for all they could, which really tainted my love for art, so I dropped my pencil for a camera when I was 15 and pursued that as a career and went on to college to study photography. Chronic illness and disability took that from me so I understand how much it hurts and how sad it can be loosing a creative outlet you love.

I do traditional art now once in a blue moon, basically whenever the mood hits and I've done digital art on and off for the last 8 years, mostly painting one or two things a year and then not touching my tablet again (because I couldn't get my hand-eye coordinationnto work and it was annoying), until last June when I decided for some strange reason to get an XP-Pen, I've literally no idea why or what drove me to do so, but made it far easier for me to do digital art, even though it took me like 3 weeks after it arrived to touch it. (I'm literally so stubborn and I will continuly try to find ways to do what I want to pursue). And I've been doing art seriously, for the first time since I was 15, since July last year. (And by seriously I mean, I work on my art skills most days for at least 2 hours if my health/body permits it, sometimes (like yesterday 11 hours) please don't be me 😅 it's less than healthy but I do take a lot of breaks)

I have a neurological disorder that makes anything and everything I do painful and there are some days where holding my stylus is very painful, but again, I'm stubborn as hell and if I can push past the pain I will - I also take breaks frequently throughout my art sessions and do lots and lots of hand exercises too! But it can be difficult and on some days I can't even hold my phone or type because the pain is too bad and it's very disheartening, so I completely get how you feel and I know that me pushing through the pain is something that not everyone can do in my situation either.

#Jeri can't answer things simply part ???? #answered #anon #sending you a lot of love anon 🫶🏻

[thrilling-oneway]

Thoughts about pjsekai second season (if any of this is slightly inaccurate I wrote this in July and haven't really touched it since. Also I never read past Stella. So there's probably a few inconsistencies)

- L/n: Their first arc focuses a lot on them trying to make a name for themselves and trying to go pro. I think a good continuation of that would be to have them actually go like semi-pro or get scouted or smth, and now they have to deal with all the stuff that entails. Such as, that's a lot of work, Saki has her chronic illness to deal with already, they all have jobs, and in a general sense it's a lot to ask of 16 year olds. Going pro is definitely what Shiho wants, and I reckon Saki would be pretty into the idea, if you consider her experiences in hospitali causing her to miss out on so much. And even though it is a main goal for Ichika and Honami I wonder how they would approach it.

- MMJ: Maybe a similar thing to L/n. Haruka, Airi and Shizuku already got fucked over by the industry hence why MMJ freelances. And although they are pretty successful as freelancers, as their popularity grows there would probably be more pressure to actually join with an agency. Tbh I couldn't really think of much for them. Another thing to note is that Shizuku and Airi would now be in their last year of high school, so you have Love Live angst potential. Haruka still has unaddressed issues such as her eating disorder which could be covered.

- VBS: Well we already have whatever drama's going on with Ken's old group. Like with Nagi being MIA and the fact there seems to be some strain between Ken and Taiga bc of this. And this hasn't been developed since Vivid Old Tale. Also just still aiming to surpass Rad Weekend ig. Kohane is currently being trained by Taiga so like there's that. A lot of An's conflict comes from the fact she thinks Kohane will leave to go pro so what happens if that is something that starts being considered? Even though An supports her I still feel there's room for mild angst there. Toya still has some issues with his dad of course. There's also his brothers who I don't think have ever actually shown up, so there's room for those two to show up out of the blue.

- WxS: By far the easiest to try and gauge my predictions for bc it has been foreshadowed. In Mermaids Nene realises that to get where she wants to go she will have to leave WxS. Again in Nene fes 1 we see how she wants to go to broadway. Island Panic again mentions how both Tsukasa and Nene both plan on joining the industry, and (implied) move away. The catch? Rui already struggles with lonliness, and in Mermaids we learn he doesn't want to lose WxS, because he has already achieved his dreams with them (so has Emu). This is particularly relevant as all characters are going to move up a school year, as that would land Rui/Tsukasa in final year, in which Tsukasa would start genuinely considering what he wants to do. Cue Love Live style angst (again). Emu still has her family to deal with as well, although they seem to be getting slightly better.

- Niigo: also has a decent amount of foreshadowing (see Guiding a Lost Child). All of Niigo (cept Mizuki) would now be in 3rd year, so you've already got the conflict with Mafuyu's mum wanting her to apply to med school. Mafuyu bunked off the mock and now her mum thinks she's prioritising music so that's a whole thing. Still no updates on Kanade's dad either, so you could maybe have a plot in which he starts making more progress with his recovery. Ena still has unresolved conflict with her dad, which would probably get worse under the assumption she applies to art school. Oh and Mizuki's arc isn't over either after Footprints.

#mine #project sekai