#tw disease

[onejellyfishplease]

Now, we're swerving directly into horror territory for this one!

the tags shall be filled with ✨trigger warnings✨

I couldnt find a way to draw SnapDonnie (plant edition) without making the design horrifying to look at. So I leaned into it!

Behold! SnapDonnie!

#and here comes the barrage of tws #if ive missed anything #please let me know #tw blood #tw body horror #cw blood #cw body horror #tw death #cw death #(hes actually alive for this it just looks like hes dead) #(hes feelin all if this) l #:) #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #tw disease #tw infection #snapdonnie

[dunmeshi-darlings]

Hi! May I please request some angst?

Marcille,Falin, and Laios (separate) with an isekai'd terminally ill s/o who needs to go back to their world in order to get treatment, since their disease is incredibly advanced, by their standards, and not easy for magic to handle.

However, the three want to save their s/o, but at the same time doesn't want them to go back to their world.

Aye a somber request but one i can do. After All, The whole worlds a stage. For some it is a comedy, Others an adventure, and yet still for others it is a tragedy. But all must play there part one way or another.

When you first arrived marcille was in awe, Not only did another entire reality exist, but you had apparently somehow been teleported from there?! She had questioned you for hours about the world, about what it was like. Fascinated that it was a world of technology in a vaguely similar fashion to the dwarves machinery, yet even more advanced. How it was a world without monsters and only had regular animals. How it was a world inhabited only by People like you, Nothing but tallmen (though in reality you and the rest of the people from your world werent tallmen, they just happened to be the most similar to your people). But strangest of all it had no magic (or so you thought), The idea seemed foreign to her and she couldnt even imagine what it could possibly be like.

You two had grown closer and fallen in love and marcille viewed you as a gift from the divine...but like all divinity they are cruel and can change there whims in a split second. It started off with a small cough, neither of you were particularly worried about it, sicknesses come and go after all. But the cough over time slowly progressed and got worse and worse, it eveolved into a tightness in the chest and struggle breathing. you became unable to do most physical things as your condition worsened, Then the dry coughing grew worse when one day you coughed into your hand and when you pulled it away it was soaked in blood.

Marcille tried everything she could, she had asked falin to do everything she could, but sadly to no avail as the healer couldnt seem to slow this disease. She asked laios for help who spent a small fortune of his newly aquired kingdoms gold to try and find you the best healers in the world to no avail. Marcille was at her wits end, she couldnt see you die. She had seen so many people she loved and cared about die already, she couldnt loose you too. However one day you brought up an idea, one that broke her heart almost as much as the idea of your death did. "i think...the only ones who could help....me..are doctors from...my world.."

Marcille begged and pleaded, she didnt want to loose you that way either...but she knew deep down that there was no magic here that could help. The both of you knew that with the magic of this world, your death was certain and you needed to go back to be treated...but...but what if...what if marcille used magic not of this world.

That dark beckoning call came to her once more, its powerful embrace called out to her, it whispered gilded words that dripped a hopeful venom. It asked of her how far would she be willing to go to save the one she loved? If her true desire was to save you, she would do anything right?....right?

She had already used its power once, what harm would using it once more do? Maybe it could save you? maybe it could fix this disease and you and her could live happily ever after. Marcille had already called upon these dark ruinous powers before, it would be so simple to do it again? Who cares about the law, of morality, of the dangers this magic poses...Would marcille truly wield that eldritch power once more to save you? consequences be damned...right?

Your arrival was incredibly to falin, the idea of a whole new world of wonder, of things to see and do, a whole new world of beauty she had never seen before made her giddy. You and her would sit up for hours as you told her stories of your world, of just how different it was than her world, how the people were, how life was. And though there were many sad stories, Falin always found it comforting to know that so many good things happened in this other world to, that no matter how grim the world seemed. There would always be people being happy and living there lives and trying to make the world a better place, it made her smile. The two of you grew closer and eventually you confessed your feelings for her, however she giggled saying how she had planned on doing the same as well. The two of you getting together as you two travelled together after laios's ascension to be the new golden kingdoms king. However, Death once more made its presence known in the door of falins home, but instead of seeing her once more it decided to come calling the one person she hoped most it would never see for years.

The coughing was the first sign something was wrong, Falin was a gifted healer and so she used her magic to try and get rid of it...but it didnt work, no matter what she did that cough wouldnt go away, at most only disapearing for a day or so then coming right back. Its progression only getting worse and worse as she frantically tried to out heal the symptoms, each time she would try to heal you she would be in tears. messy tear drops falling down her cheeks as she would use her healing magic over and over and over till she herself would throw up from magic sickness.

By the time you had started coughing up blood you had to force falin to stop trying to heal you, you both knew it wasnt going to work and that she was just hurting herself and that broke your heart. the two of you laying together as you both sobbed at all of this..it wasnt fair, it wasnt right. How could something so awful happen to such an amazing and loving person....falin couldnt believe it could happen. Eventually you told her one night you had an idea. "Falin...i think the only way ill survive is if i go back to my world...and get help there."

It broke falins heart, because she knew deep down you were right...that the only hope you had was to go back to your world and get help there. Falin was quiet for awhile, her mind racing before she softly takes a hold of your hands. "Ok...if thats the case...IM GOING WITH YOU!"

She shouts confusing you, asking her if she is serious!? would she just leave this world behind? her nodding saying that your her world and wherever you go she wants to be right there with you. And besides, she cant loose you..

When you first showed up laios was excited about the possibility to learn about all new monsters in a whole new reality....however when you told him that monsters werent a thing he couldnt help but admit how your world seemed boring.

Despite that he adored you as the two of you grew closer and closer and eventually got together. You ruling the golden kingdom alongside him. The two of you ruling the kingdom together happily, Despite laios endless hunger and curse towards monsters he was happy. you help him deal with the stress of ruling the kingdom, But perhaps fate had one last curse in store for laios...or perhaps this was some aspect of the winged lions curse on him itself.

You started off with coughing, Laios noting it was likely a cold or something and asking falin or marcille to use healing magic to help..but it didnt work. You only continued to grow worse and laios grew more and more worried. He looked through his books about monsters trying to find something in them that might heal you. He had you drink multiple brothes, eat mixtures of vegetables and herbs, bath in some monster blood but nothing was helping. None of the medicinal properties of the various monster parts he would hire people to go get would work.

By the time you had started coughing up blood, laios had all but given up hope. Nothing was working, no matter what he did, no monster remedies could help, neither marcille or falins magic could help..and his own healing magic wasnt great. He would just sit by your bedside and cry into the sheets as he held you. Eventually though you spoke to him. "Laios...i think the only way ill live..is if i go back...the doctors of my world are more advanced...its the best chance i have."

It tore laios to pieces to hear this, he hated the idea of loosing you. he had almost lost his sister, and he was so afraid to loose you too. But he knew you were right, it was the best chance you had. He would join you if he could...but he couldnt, he had to rule over the golden kingdom. There was nobody else that could rule it in his place, He had to stay behind..and it ate him alive. He told you that he would always be yours, and that he would always think of you no matter what. And as long as you lived, thats all that mattered to him.

#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi x reader #laios #laios touden #marcille #marcille dona #marcille donato #falin #falin touden #tw blood #tw death mention #tw disease

[lopposting]

I think carlo died shortly after his graduation, at the rose estate incident, when the disease was purposefully unleashed on a group of people.

The strange circumstances surrounding Carlo's death.

We're told through the loading screens that "Geppetto's son" died from the petrification disease, but there's also a couple of baffling details about his death.

The Stalker

The stalker makes a series of cryptic comments that don't seem to add up with what we are being told through-game.

My god... No... I'm sorry... I was too late... I wish I'd got here sooner... If I had known this would happen...

If Carlo was already infected by the time we see him talking to the stalker and before his collapse, then he would already have been for dead. "If I had known this would happen.." If she had known what would happen, then what could she have done if she got there sooner? If he died from a disease she could not have prevented, then why is she too late? Yes, it's not impossible for her to feel that way, or that she shouldn't prevent the earlier death of a dying boy, but it still strikes me as odd if Carlo ultimately died from disease related complications.

And if Carlo died from the disease, then why is the stalker involved at all?

The uniform

We see his death "first-hand", and he's lying on the floor, seemingly still dressed in his school uniform. [He's lying face up, almost as though to show us the easily identifiable tassel]

From what we see of the disease's victims (Antonia, Sophia, NPCS, and Romeo), and because of the nature of disease itself, it seems as though it's a slow and suffering end. If he died from disease, we would have expected some time to have passed between his meeting the stalker and his death. And yet, he seems to have died not long after his graduation. Why do we know this? Because he is still wearing his school uniform.

Who knows, maybe he just liked wearing it. But it's this little detail coupled with other factors that makes it seem strange.

The petrification disease

Carlo came from aristocracy, and we can see that the very wealthy and affluent people of Krat could afford medical care (namely, Antonia). Death by the petrification disease seems to be long, slow, and suffering, as Sophia seems to allude [as is the nature of disease in general]. But above all - the disease is by name and by nature, debilitating.

And yet, Carlo seems to be neither hospitalized nor quarantined, and seemingly died wearing the uniform. If some time had passed between his graduation and his death, would Carlo have snuck out somewhere, sick to the brink of death, dressed in his school uniform of all things, only to collapse and be found by the stalker? He would barely have been able to move.

[Is his graduation and the school outfit meant to tell us that it has been mere hours between him meeting the stalker and his death?]

Why are we being shown this memory?

All of the memories we see are what we can infer to be important or pivotal moments in Carlo's life. But what about this one? Why are WE the audience being shown this?

We see him as a distressed child over being left at a boarding school, and we see what is perhaps the very moment he lost all faith in his father, and we see his death. These are all pivotal moments. But it's the importance of the stalker that confused me. All of these moments seem emotionally charged, and sure, this was probably a bad memory for the deceased Carlo; But surely he had a plethora of them. What's so important about Carlo being rejected by the stalker?

It crumbles into dust, and several yards later we see the same person standing over his body, saying she was too late. The stalker memory is immediately followed by Carlo's death. I think the reason we're seeing this moment is because we're supposed to assume that this is what lead to his death. The graduation memory "ends" with her arrival ["Oh, She's here! Grab her!"], and she's later seen mourning over his body, so there's an almost immediate connection with his death, and between the last memory and the previous one.

Carlo's ergo

Maybe he was attacked, instead? But Carlo must've had the petrification disease, because we have his Ergo, and Ergo is the "natural" result of the disease. Non-withstanding the game's entire plot, Pino undeniably has his Ergo: his memories appear to us in the end section of the game, and we remember things we could not possibly have remembered ("Carlo").

And yet!!! [again].. Let's make some assumptions, that Carlo was perfectly healthy otherwise on the day of his graduation. He is rejected by the stalker, who then leaves, and not long after, she has returned to find him dead of the petrification disease. If it hasn't been much time, and he appeared otherwise completely healthy when meeting the stalker, he appears to have succumbed to the disease within hours.

The Rose estate incident

If Carlo died in the Rose estate incident - in which a great number of people were killed, why does the stalker stand over Carlo specifically, as if she’s personally “responsible”?

And If the attack at the Rose Estate was indeed a biological one (in which the disease was purposely unleashed on a group of people), and both Romeo and Carlo had not yet contracted it by the time they were graduating; there would have been some time in between his graduation, the stalker, and his actual death. Why would Carlo have succumbed so quickly to the disease - shortly after we see him meeting the stalker - when others, namely Romeo, seemed to have survived for longer [long enough at least to strike a "deal with the devil" to fight the epidemic]? I'm not sure. But if we can ignore the details of exactly how he died, I can make a couple of assumptions of what happened.

Putting it all together

What I think happened is that the Rose Estate attack happened on the last day of school, and that the attack was a biological one. If Carlo and Romeo grew up in a world without the petrification disease, then this would be the moment it was unleashed on their world. If he died in the Rose Estate attack, and he was at school, then it reasonably had to have been the final day he was there [because the school was closed after the attack].

Carlo asked her to teach him. What's she going to do, drop everything and train him right then and there? When we see Carlo asking to be trained by her, ostensibly he is asking her to take him with her ("I'm off"). The reason why she feels partially responsible for his death is because if she had taken him with her at that moment, then he would not have been there when the incident took place.

Also, we know that Gemini stayed behind with Carlo, who is said to have been a friend of Sophia's, and later became our little lamp guy. So if he were a stalker, this is where he would've also contracted the disease.

To reiterate, assuming that the stalker could have prevented his death entirely - shortly after meeting her is when Carlo got sick at the Monad house. If he had left, he would not have been there to contract any disease. I think Carlo being left behind was what "killed" him.

Why Graduation day?

As we can see, Carlo is lamenting that his father didn't show up for what is presumably his ceremony. This an event in which parents, caregivers, and community members would be expected to attend, meaning the school would have been open to outsiders.

Why the charity house?

Because of the Monad family, Sophia, and to overthrow Valentinus.

Some more loose assumptions and thoughts

The graduation ceremony is when (I’m assuming) the parents come to pick up their children. 

“He didn’t even come to your graduation?” 

So this ceremony has passed already. Would the parents show up to the ceremony, leave, and come back to pick up the kids on the next day at a boarding school? Probably not. They were probably there to pick up their children. Maybe the orphaned kids were staying at the charity house? [To be honest, I'm not sure how boarding schools work]

When Lampwick says, “It’s lucky you have any family at all”, perhaps it suggests that he had no background. Meaning both Carlo and Lampwick were left behind at the charity house on graduation, hence they both got sick. If Geppetto had shown up and taken Carlo home, he probably would’ve lived. So the graduating class of the charity house are leaving, and Carlo is asking to go with the legendary stalker?

It doesn’t sound like two boys grappling with the end of their lives. If they are infected at this point they don’t know it.

I'm guessing this is akin to high school, given that they were training to be stalkers, and specializing in your field would be like post-secondary.

#lies of p #lies of p spoilers #theory #speculation #lop #spoilers #spoiler #tw death #i have been reading so much detective fiction recently can you tell #rose estate #tw disease #DETECTIVE P IS ON THE CASE

[pinktrashgoblin]

Uhh I'm a little new here

How does corruption work?? Is It some kind of disease?

TW: Disease and body horror mentions

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Sabre: “So… yeah. Bad news. Some of the stages do get skipped on occasion, but if left untreated they’ll all end up in stage 5.” He sighs and looks out the window at the pink clouds in the distance. “Yeah… we’re pretty screwed.”

OOC: BM’s Corruption is HEAVILY inspired by my fear of rabies, lmao

#jsab #just shapes and beats #jsab art #jsab au #art #aaaaaaaaaaaaa #oh no #fan art #jsab bmau #jsab broken melodies #tw body horror #tw disease #character asks #hehehe #lore dump

[simplych4i]

@a-scary-lack-of-common-sense made this poem and I couldn't help myself. There's something so wonderful about it, I just kept rereading it. Had to make something of it.

#my art #chai art #fanart #<- technically #tw rotting #tw disease #tw animal injury #tw bones #man thats a lot #oh well better safe than sorry

[totheidiot]

why i would be the avatar of the following entities

post heavily inspired by the wonderful mutual who is @cult-of-the-eye ❤️ i missed the entities who i couldn't figure out what my connection to would be. the list is in alphabetical order for organisation. a few heavy topics ahead? but i try not to get too detailed with it. post is basically my connection to the fear entities and correlating my life experiences with them.

one. the corruption : i kid you not, if i was actually an avatar, this is who i would be. without a single doubt. let's see, not to going to get too in depth, but my best friend died of dengue a while back ya da ya da ya da after she died, i fell in love with her. disease. love. fucked up stuff. you get it.

two. the desolation : there was a fire they would burn outside my old school, to burn garbage and all of that. after a particularly difficult day at school, i would always walk over there and sit myself near the fire, just stare at it. sometimes i would burn little things like paper when i was feeling very angry. that pit of fire was a friend and i had liked to watch it burn. also self-destructive behaviour.

three. the end : refer to the corruption bits. my best friend's fate would tie into the end for me. also, my most major fear, ever since i knew about the concept of having a fear, was the fear of losing loved ones. so.

four. the extinction : okay, so last year, i believe, a thing happened in my city in bangladesh. for a night, the power of the entire city shut down. no electricity in any household, the generator was shut off, not even cellular data was working. so i am talking, no lights, no internet, not even a way to call by phone. load shedding, we had to use candles. it was a weekday night too, streetlights weren't working properly and there was no way for my father to contact us to tell us that he was safe. my mother thought that the prime minister had left the country for us to suffer. pure chaos. basic technology would not work, ovens and refrigerators needed an electrical connection obv and phones were useless. i was talking about this event and the post with my sister the other day and she suggested to add this to the dark, because no light but i feel like it fits the extinction way better for reasons i cannot formulate.

five. the eye : quiet, perceptive friend who just looks odd. you know the type, that was me. i was obsessed with gathering knowledge, i had a random fun fact for every subject. i prided myself with knowing a little about everything. furthermore, i have got this uncanny ability to just Know people's secrets?? okay suppose, my friend has a secret and she's hiding something from everyone. like it's a totally small thing, she likes someone but she doesn't want anyone to know. chances are, i will know. whether it's by observing their body language or thinking it over or just lucky guess, i will know. and the thing is, i will pretend not to know too. girl decided to tell us about that crush i will act shocked like everyone else, for no reason and then i'll go up to them in private and be like, "hey, i knew it. i guessed it last week."

i don't have anything for the meat related fears (fortunately?)

six. the lonely : *puts on a presentation on why i should be a lonely avatar and goes to the first slide* your boy has Social Anxiety. but in all seriousness, isolation, loneliness, it's all second nature to me. i get bothered when people are with me and even then, it feels like they are not? like people will be talking near me and it would feel like i am not even part of their world like. it's like watching a video of people talking like i am not involved in that, even though they are right next to me. they will try to include me in their conversation maybe, but that's not where i am? how can we exist in the same plane?

seven. the spiral : this is a fun one ! most mutuals probably already know this because i talk about it so so darn often but irl, most people actually call me the idiot ! all of my friends from bangladesh, almost every classmate calls me the idiot, to the point where i actually rarely used to hear me real (albeit dead) name spoken out loud. this kind of ties into the "there is no such thing as a real name" thing. also sometimes, late in the night, i will see and remember things and wake up the next day to find that it never happened ever. once, i was talking to my mother and i mentioned her like going to a hostel because she told me stories of how she attended a hostel in eighth grade and she starred at me. she told me that she had never attended a hostel and i was like, yes?? you did?? you always told me about jt?? and she was genuinely scared.

eight. the vast: talked about this once before but once, i was listening to the magnus archives three in the morning, it was one of the space episodes. got scared and suddenly, i had that urge to look out the window and i saw stars. in a light pollution world, where seeing the moon is uncommon, i see five or six stars. still to this day, do not know if i was imagining things.

that is it for all the spooky happenings that are happening.

#🍂 arian's shit #the magnus archives #rusty quill presents: this man has too many eyes. #the fear entities #tma podcast #tma spoilers #tw death #tw disease #tw self destructive behavior #also as i was making this post my lights started flickering #so that's fun

[thelunarsystemwrites]

So I has an idea for an undertale infection AU.

So this was specifically inspired by @shadowy-suitcase-herring-neck 's infection AU, but you can imagine it with others.

(TW talk of disease, death, bites, and apocalypse stuff!)

So, Lust Sans. We all know that monsters in Underlust weren't always, well, Lustful. That's due to the fallen humans soultraits, of Lust, right?

While I'm not entirely sure if this is fanon/canon, but we know about the vaccine, yeah? The one thar made monsters lustful.

Well, hear me out. Since there's INFINITE AUs, I think it's pretty obvious that atleast SOME of the Sanses would be immune to the infection, atleast until the virus mutates itself enough to be powerful enough to infect, said Sanses.

I think it's like a tier list. The first variation could infect a small portion of Sanses, with a few being immune. But that few could be infected by the second tier, which couldn't infect third tier immunity, do you get what I'm saying?

I think people like Reaper sans, would be 4th tier immune, only a VERY strong strained could infect a literal God. People like Six-Bones would have 3rd tier immunity, so still pretty strong.

And, I think people like Lust would have that lowest immunity, 2nd tier, where they're safe from the first variation of it. The reason why, is because his soul has that Lust vaccine in it. And I think the vaccine has more crap in it than just pure Lust, I think it'd be like a wall to the first variation of the Virus..

Woah, did I just accidentally create an AU? Cool.

ANYGAYS—I've depicted what I think that'd be like, here's a sketch of Lust, with two bite marks. Now clearly, he's not infected, but I think he's fully aware that he won't be immune for long. Especially if it's Lust from Shadowy's infection AU, they confirmed they think a medic role would fit him. So I think he'd have some medical knowledge.

Thus, I think he'd wear a muzzle with a mask underneath. But the muzzle was created SPECIFICALLY so he couldn't take it off himself, it requires tedious help from another person.

He knows, that he's not gonna survive this if they don't make a cure, NOW. He doesn't know why he hasn't turned yet for sure, but the idea I just presented you is his main theory. But he knows that if any of the other underlust survivors get it, (I'm saying the only survivors are him, mettaton, and frisk) than he'd be at risk too.

...For now though, the muzzle is a precaution, keeps him from being able to bite anyone.

#tw infection #Tw death #tw apocalypse #tw violence #Tw virus #tw bite marks #tw disease #Underlust #undertale #au undertale #Undertale au #deadly infections #Infection au #Au #rambling #infectious love tale

[mothbo-jumbo]

since minecraft story mode wont give us actual symptoms for the sickness petra/gabriel get from the wither storm, i will

tw: disease, body horror(?), mentions of throwing up n mentions of death

theres only two ways someone can contract wither sickness, either by getting sucked up into the wither storm (like we see with petra/gabriel) or by coming into direct contract with a wither storm tendril (ie: getting hit with a tendril like with my oc clem)

once one of those two things happen is when wither sickness can finally take effect, often effecting the immune and nervous systems the most

how severely and for how long it affects someone varies, someone with a weaker immune system might die from a severe case of wither sickness after a few months, while someone healthier might take a few years to die from a milder case of it, but the symptoms of wither sickness stay the same for each person, with the symptoms being:

(early stage wither sickness) headaches, dizziness, confusion, mild to moderate pain, patches of skin/place of contact turning varying levels of gray

(mid stage wither sickness) vomiting, moderate fever, constantly in and out of consciousness, black sclera and purple irises

(late stage wither sickness) full body turning a deep, nearly black, gray, places of contact turning purple, vomit coming out black and sludge like, skeletal growth/person becoming gradually taller, extreme lethargy, extreme dizziness/motion sickness, amnesia, a more 'enderman' like appearance and high likeliness of death

most people with wither sickness tend to not survive, and the ones that do end up not looking like their previous selves, most people who survive wither sickness tend to have a grayer or ashier skin, that is, if their skin hasnt kept the deep gray that they had when wither sickness was still affecting them

people who survive wither sickness also have more fucked up walks/legs, hands and arms due to how wither sickness affects the nervous system, most end up needing mobility aids such as wheelchairs and crutches to get around

wither sickness also weakens the immune system by alot, often making the victim more vulnerable to illnesses such as colds, flus, other autoimmunity diseases such as type 1 diabtes, etc wither sickness also makes people more vulnerable to neurological disorders such as epilepsy, dystonia, etc

most people tend to forget their previous selves once they recovered from wither sickness, this doesnt help that they tend to not look like their previous selves at all, though some do remember everything, or at least most things

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #tw disease #tw body horror #tw vomit #tw death #queuing shit

[socialprawn]

More asari diseases... hehehehehehehehehe

#mass effect #asari #different from LA's but adjacent #LA only has it on tentacles but theyre fully dying i think this asari will be ok #would be cool if there were conditions they have to look out for depending on their life stage #like this is a matriarch adjacent condition #idk #tw disease #?? idk #tell me what to tag this bbs if this bothers you #art tag!

[consult-sherlockholmes]

do you have any odd symptoms of covid?

Some could probably be considered odd.

My voice turned very deep and rough due to the coughing and mucus in my throat, and I sounded like the dragon from The Hobbit for a few days. Although @consultjohnwatson found that quite amusing and kept making voice recordings while I was spitting and threatening like a fire breathing reptile. My temperature for sure made me feel as if I could breathe fire.

On a less amusing note, I now got stomach issues and nausea, probably a gastritis, due to the medication and the stress of the disease and fast.

My nose was completely blocked and congested for a few days, and no matter how long I blew my nose it just wouldn't stop, with results of various shades of colours including bright neon yellow to orange (probably a popped blood vessel). I was very light sensitive as well and no don't mention the vampire thing again.

Also suffered from headaches and melalgia, which still sometimes occur now as well as exhaustion. I still don't operate at optimal capacity yet, but it's much better.

#roleplay #rp #sherlock roleplay #sherlock rp #tw covid #tw disease #tw medical discussion #Smauglock #Smaug sherlock

[hippolotamus]

A little Twylexis ficlet thingy I wrote today under the cut to deal with some stuff. I hope you enjoy ☺️ (fyi: if anything vaguely medical isn’t your jam maybe it’s not for you. There’s nothing explicitly discussed, more about med side effects) 💞

“Here, babe, I made you some chicken noodle soup.” Twyla carries a bowl and some crackers on a tray into their bedroom. “Do you think you can sit?”

“Yeah. Think so.” Alexis uses her hands to clutch at the sheets and push herself to a sitting position. It uses what little energy she has, but she’s hopeful that eating something will help.

“Thanks,” she adds when her wife rests the tray over her lap. There are few things Alexis looks forward to more than Twyla’s chicken noodle when she’s not feeling well.

She raises a spoonful to her lips, ready to savor every delicious bite. Instead she nearly chokes, trying not to spit it out on the duvet. The flavor is all wrong, sour and bitter rather than savory with just the right amount of saltiness.

“Nooooo,” Alexis whines, dropping her spoon on the tray. “Not the chicken noodle.”

“I’m so sorry.” Twyla takes her hand, tangling their fingers together. “I was hoping it wouldn’t start this soon. Or maybe not at all. What else can I get you?”

It feels petty and childish, but Alexis doesn’t want anything else. She wants what her wife made for her, for it to taste like it’s supposed to. The doctor told them to expect this. Still, she wants to pout and cry and demand that things go back the way they were.

“I want my soup,” she mumbles, then turns to look at Twyla, certain she looks as miserable as she feels. “This is just the beginning. What else is this stupid treatment going to take from me?”

She already knows some of the answers to that question, but pushes them from her mind.

“First of all, that stupid treatment is what’s going to get you better,” Twyla says. “I know that’s easy for me to say when you’re the one who has to go through this. But I’m going to be with you through everything, okay? If I have to make a thousand meals until we find something you like, well… that’s just what it takes.”

God, Alexis loves her.

“I know. And that means the world to me.” Alexis leans against Twyla, resting her head in the crook of her neck. “If you feel like it, can we try grilled cheese with tomato slices?”

Twyla hums and presses a kiss to the crown of her hair. “Anything for you, babe.”

Alexis lets her eyes drift closed and smiles to herself. At least nothing can take this from her.

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[writingquestionsanswered]

Anonymous asked: I'm writing a story where it makes sense for the protagonist to die at the end from some physical illness. However, I'm in doubt whether to create a fictional disease or research a lot About diseases that exist until I find one that meets my desires. What would be the pros and cons of creating a disease and/or doing a lot of research? Is a fictional disease ethical? Will creating a fictional disease make readers think I'm lazy?

(Ask edited for length... but thanks for the kind words, and your English is perfect!)

I'm not aware of any general ethical concerns with fictional diseases, and there are many, many stories that use them. However, they tend to be found pretty exclusively in speculative fiction, or in other words stories with speculative elements such as sci-fi, fantasy, urban fantasy, supernatural, alternate history, and experimental fiction. So, if that's the kind of story you're writing, it wouldn't be weird to create a fictional disease. However, you may still want to use a real disease or type of disease as a model, but you don't have to.

If you're writing set in "the real world"--contemporary fiction, historical fiction, literary fiction set in our world's past or present, or any story without speculative elements, it would be much trickier to get away with using a fictional disease. Readers of this type of fiction may be taken out of the story by a fictional disease, which is something to consider. Now, if you framed it as a disease that's so rare, no one has ever heard of it, it might be doable. But, I think it's something you have to do with intention--something that makes sense for the needs of your story, not because you want to avoid doing research or are nervous about portraying a real disease. I also probably wouldn't use a fictional disease in this case if it plays an ultimately small role in the story. Like, if the symptoms are there through the story, but the diagnosis and death don't come until the end, it would probably look weird to the reader for it to be a super rare disease no one has ever heard of. At that point, I think it would look lazy.

But, unless you're writing a story that's about someone's experience with a disease, you really don't have to go too deep into research. In the case of your story, for example, it would probably be enough to know the general symptoms, when they set in, and what typically leads to a diagnosis. You don't necessarily need to know everything there is to know about the disease or how it affects someone. If you come up against something specific you need to know as you're writing, you can research that specific thing.

I hope that helps!

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[promptful]

Heyo! I was wondering if you could do some cooking/baking prompts? I'd like a few in each category you have (action, scenario, dialogue) but if you can't/don't wanna do all, that's totally fine <3

Baking/Cooking Prompts

I was so inspired by this. I'm so sorry. And I'm on a roll lol.

WARNINGS: Mention of vomit/emetophobia. Diet. Disease mention. Food poisoning.

ACTIONS

FLOUR; One character throws flour at the other. 

TREAT; Baking for the sake of gifting. 

RECIPE; Struggling to follow a recipe. 

ASSISTANCE; One helping the other in the kitchen. 

APOLOGY; A character giving another one an apology treat. 

WORK; Two characters opening up a bakery. 

ORDER; One ordering a treat for the other. 

POISON; One character apologizing profusely for food poisoning the other. 

HELP; Cake baking and two characters trying to get along. 

EAT; A character swiping some of the ingredients. 

SMEAR; Smearing cake on the other’s face. 

KISS; Kissing the icing off the other’s cheek. 

CLEAN; Cleaning the kitchen after a cooking disaster. 

SURPRISE; Surprising the other with a cake on their birthday. 

FEED; One character shoving cake in the other’s mouth. 

WEDDING; Cutting the wedding cake. 

FIGHT; A food fight started by a slight disagreement leading to hours of work. 

SLIP; One character being caught by the other by slipping on stray butter. 

NOTE; Gifting chocolate with a love note. 

REVENGE; One character placing peppers in the other’s food after they keep stealing their lunch. 

SCENARIOS

1) After months of hard work, we finally opened up our bakery, aren’t you happy?

2) You come in for an order at my bakery, and I notice how good you look.

3) No, eating the ingredients is not baking. Stop! 

4) How can you look so attractive with flour in your hair? 

5) You baked me a cake for my birthday? Me? 

6) Don’t. Touch. My. Cake. Or I’ll make sure it’s in your face. Dammit. 

7) Sometimes, I think you just married me for my baking skills because that’s all you seem to want these days. Especially when you’re sick. Yes I’ll make you those cookies. 

8) You’re on a diet and I’m getting tired of fending you away from my cookies. Get. Out! 

9) IT SAID A CUP. A CUP. Are you trying to sabotage us? 

10) We’re competitive bakers, and I never realized how well we’d work together until we nearly made the same cake. 

11) You’re on my baking team, and we keep brushing our hands together. It’s as intoxicating as the sugar on this baking tray. 

12) You have a bit of icing on your lip, and I take it upon me to wipe it off. We’re really close now. 

13) You’re my favorite customer in the bakery, and I refuse to close even on the bad days, because your smile brightens my day. 

14) SPLATTERING OIL. SPLATTERING OIL. Please, be my meatshield? 

15) Am I baking, or am I educating toddlers on measurements? My God. You point to ⅓ cup and say a tablespoon and… nevermind. 

16) I may be running on four hours of sleep, a caffeine drink that made my hands shake, and sheer willpower, but I am determined to get you this cake. 

17) I’m going to make your favorite food for breakfast on your birthday. Even if you want to pretend that your day doesn’t exist. Not happening. 

18) Just, cut up the carrots without cutting up yourself. It’s not hard. Please. Okay, and you failed. Great. 

19) I fear the pan. You don’t fear the pan. You’re the cook. End of discussion. 

20) It’s only when I’m bent over the toilet that I realize I have food poisoning. Great. Thankfully, you’re here to make sure I’m hydrated and taken care of. 

DIALOGUE

21) “You poisoned me!” “I did not!” “You did!” 

22) “Am I sick? Am I dying? I think I see the light.” “You have food poisoning. Not a disease.” 

23) “I am NOT your meatshield.” “OIL.” 

24) “It’s not my birthday.” “It is your birthday, and I’m making you a cake.” 

25) “Did you hurt yourself?” 

26) “Hey, welcome back! What can I get for you?” 

27) “I am determined to not break my visiting streak, dammit. Let me in.” 

28) “One cookie?” “No.” 

29) “Are we cooking or are we crying?” “Both.” 

30) “How much did you put in this?” 

31) “You have flour in your hair.” “Do I look sexy?” “Only to a baker.” 

32) “I have cake in my eyes.” “Yeah, and I have cake down my shirt!” “Then just take off your shirt.”

33) “Do you even know how to use a knife?” 

34) “Are you going to order something?” “Uuh… you?” “Not on the menu, try again in a few weeks.” 

35) “Is it illegal to be married to cake?” “Well, no. But then you wouldn’t be married to me, and I make the cake.” 

36) “It’s three o’clock in the morning. What are you—” “Eeeugh, cupcakes.” 

37) “Nice cake!” “...” “NOT LIKE THAT!” 

38) “Hey, no touchy!” 

39) “Stop eating the mixture! Do you want salmonella?” 

40) “You taste sweet. Like sugar.” “Must be part of being a baker.” “Or just your personality.” “Hah.” 

41) “Sweetcheeks?” “No.” 

42) “We make a good team.” 

43) “I’m gonna—mmhm, this is good—tell all my friends. Marry a baker. It’ll turn out good in the end.” “Let me know if you’re still saying that when you don’t fit into your jeans.” 

44) “If I eat another piece of sugar, I am going to vomit.” “Away from the cake, please. I worked hard on that.” 

45) “Meh, these cakes aren’t as good as the ones you make.” 

46) “You made it just how Mom/Dad does.” 

47) “CAKE?” “Yes.” “WHOOOO!” 

48) “Why is there cake?” “It’s your birthday.” “...It is?” 

49) “Sugar crash incoming.” 

50) “I made you this to apologize. I hope it’s all right.” 

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[49-ibr]

(TW: Disease, Blood)

It oozed through her veins like blood: thick and sticky and red. It oozed through her veins like that was exactly where it belonged.

But whenever a foe slashed at her skin, opening her flesh like a flower, what came from the wound was not blood.

Though it truly looked like blood, it stank of poison and rot, rot, rot.

Even a single touch would infect you.

But wouldn't you love a taste?

(This is based on the magic of Disease in my upcoming series, 49!)

(Book 01 is out May 7th 2024)

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[chimeclan-tales]

Moon 2 - Newleaf

Muscle Memory

TW - mentions of disease (and its graphic symptoms), implied death, blood in the second image

Finally. I’m far enough.

The gray tom could no longer hold his excitement. It took too long to convince his clanmates he was asleep, and even longer to navigate the bramble walls of the camp. 

They’re waiting.

He quickened his pace and pushed through the undergrowth. It was a perfect night to spend with…

“Sunbloom?” He whispered. He recognized their scent, but they were nowhere to be seen. “Apologies, I’m late.”

“Oh, what a gentletom,” A teasing voice meowed from the treetops. He looked to a branch above, and there they were. The familiar ginger pelt and blue eyes. Almost violet, like iris flowers. “Come, the view up here is worth seeing.”

He sighed but obliged. The cats slowly climbed through the branches– until they were at the highest point.

Although the moon was as thin as a claw, it covered the forest in a soft, mellow glow. The stars twinkled above, and the cool Newleaf breeze brushed past them. A moment of peace, from all the bustling activity in the clans.

“How have you been?” Beetail meowed softly.

“You sound like we’re from different clans,” His partner let out a soft purr. “Like we haven’t seen each other in moons.”

“But you haven’t left the healers’ den all day.”

Sunbloom sighed, and rested their head against Beetail’s shoulder. He could feel their soft fur and steady breathing.

“Sunbloom?”

“...The sickness seems more complicated than we thought,” They meowed, no longer hiding the weariness in their voice. 

“What happened?”

“The remedies for aching joints have done nothing. Gravelpelt can barely move. Nectarkit might not make it tomorrow.” 

“I thought the kit visited you for bruises…” Beetail tried to suppress the dread building up in his throat.

“Ghostflood had shared prey with Gravelpelt,” They continued. “She hasn’t shown any symptoms, but maybe passed it through her milk. Even Rimethorn has told me to be careful around Fogstar’s reopened wounds. The blood could pass it.” 

Beetail curled his tail tighter around Sunbloom.

“But I’m being careful, don’t worry.”

“That doesn’t change how dangerous this all is.”

“I know, but we can’t stop and do nothing,” Their blue eyes met his yellow ones. “StarClan gave us a prophecy. There will be a cure...”

================================

“Beetail?”

Windstar’s voice snapped the senior warrior out of his thoughts. He was no longer in the forests of IrisClan. Here and now, these were the meadows of ChimeClan.

“Can you repeat that?” Beetail flicked his ear, annoyed at himself. All this talk about StarClan was getting to him. 

“Did you visit StarClan at the Moon Falls?” Windstar meowed as he padded along the border. 

“...Nightsplash did,” Beetail finally meowed. “I don’t intend to visit until I drop dead.”

“But things are different now. Don’t you even want to see your mate again?”

Windstar’s met them?

“No.”

Beetail could feel Windstar’s gaze on his pelt. Although they were once from different clans, the journey made the leader familiar with his mannerisms. Including his shifting paws and shortened responses when he lied.

“Beetail…”

“It was their fault they died!” He spat. “So righteous… Thinking they were some invincible prophecy cat, then left to slowly die from the Rotting. I would’ve preferred if a monster had taken them!”

“It was Sunbloom’s choice–”

“A mousebrained choice!”

He didn’t want to leave his clan to die, but he couldn’t keep watching Sunbloom’s slow death. No, he didn’t even get to watch it. 

After moons of toil, Sunbloom’s final moments were spent alone. Despite the pain from their bones, the blood dripping from their muzzle, they marched deep in the forest. A final desperate search for the strange herb StarClan had promised.

It was never found. 

“I don’t know what StarClan was thinking back then,” He hissed. “I don’t know what Sunbloom– what anyone was thinking! None of it made sense. I don’t–”

Both cats stopped the moment they heard barking in the distance.

“GULLPAW!”

Their fur prickled as a cat screamed in pain. The small body of an apprentice was thrown out of the jaws of a dog.

With a nod, Windstar jumped across the SpikeClan border. Beetail shook his pelt and all his thoughts out. It was time to focus.

“Paws off him, mutt!” A brawny she-cat slashed at the dog’s muzzle. 

Before it could retaliate, Windstar had landed and dug his claws into its back. It turned, trying to buck him off, but the she-cat swiped at its hind legs.  

Beetail ran past them to check on the poor apprentice. The brown tabby’s eyes were wide with fear, and his leg had been mangled.

StarClan, he looks like he just turned six moons. I need to stop the bleeding.

“W-who… Who—”

“Don’t worry,” Beetail meowed as he searched the nearby trees for cobwebs. The battle between the dog and the two cats continued, but Beetail knew what Windstar was capable of. “I’m here to help.”

A soft breeze tugged at his fur and guided his gaze. He jumped and dug his claws into the tree trunk. He wanted to relish the familiar feeling of his claws in the wood, but a cat needed help.

The cobwebs were now in his mouth, and from above, he could spot the forest floor below. He leapt to where the stalks of a plant laid.

“Eat these,” He ran back to the apprentice. “Thyme will help with the shock.”

“T-Time? Am I–” “The leaves.”

The apprentice obeyed as Beetail patched his leg with the cobwebs. The sounds of battle had died down, and two cats now approached them.

“Oi!” The brawny SpikeClan cat yelled. She, like Windstar, was lucky to avoid any injuries, and could run at full speed. “Is Gullpaw alright?”

“His condition is stable,” Beetail meowed. “But be careful bringing him back to camp.”

“You ChimeClan cats had no business bein’ here,” She meowed. “But. Uh. Thank you. As the deputy of SpikeClan, my clanmates will hear of this.”

She approached her apprentice who, with Windstar’s help, clambered onto her back. 

“T-Thank you…” Gullpaw meowed softly. “ChimeClan…”

As the SpikeClan cats disappeared into the forest, Beetail suddenly sat down. The adrenaline had dissipated, and his aged muscles started to complain.

“Beetail?”

“...I’m alright,” He sighed. “I think… I’ll need a break from patrolling.”

Previous Moon Event - An Annoying Kitten

Next Moon Event - COMING SOON

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[ohnoitsjetster]

I have a headache. Its probably just from the stress. My jaw hurts, probably just the stress. And my back, definitely the stress. All the broken ribs are just a stress thing. Im deathly ill but its just stress., I think im going blind from the stress. Bleeding out on the floor, it happens when i get stressed. The glowing red eyes? Oh i think thats the anxiety. Im floating and speaking in tongues but itll go away when i finish this assignment

#hoping people find this funny and relatable rather than concerning #im fine guys #it’s just the stress #saying stuff #stress #tw injury mention #tw disease #tw unreality