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azaracyy · 3 months
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✦ gods of mischief ✦ digimon survive week 2024 day 3: other digi- er, kemonogami
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fooltofancy · 1 year
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i don't miss living near most of my family, tbh, but i DO miss terribly the recovered meth addict uncle.
#he and my aunt are the kindest just like#they have a house (my grandpa's old house) full of kids whose parents are in the system#they always have#my aunt has a cleaning business thay almost exclusively employs folk recovering from addiction or domestic violence or any number of other#things#for which montana just does not provide the resources to deal with#this woman has brittle bone disease and is never not broken in like four different places but you can NOT keep her stationary#she is doing things and she is doing them because she's too fucking full of love to stay still#my dad is also very full of compassion so like it does happen in that family but where for him religion has closed him off from the world#god just means love for my aunt and uncle.#unconditionally#i grew up in the church and ive NEVER seen christianity like that#like for the record i still think theyre wrong lmao and the system they work in is harmful#idk theyre the only people ive ever known who actually prioritize folks' needs over their salvation#and that's really important#it's real missing the members of my family ive more or less lost because i had to fuckin run from the rest of them hours#he's the first person i told abt the tattoo im gonna get for my grandma someday#i have almost no memories of her where she wasn't just wreathed in smoke#even when she said she stopped smoking she never did lmao she was just. an absolute chimney of a woman#anyway she collected v kitsch strawberry things so im gonna get a kinda kitschy botanical halfsleeve at some point thats just#strawberry plants woven through with stylized cigarette smoke#anyway i was like this is probably irreverent af and some family members will NOT like it and he like LAUGHED and grabbed my arm#just like losing his shit#NO YOU HAVE TO
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sunlitmcgee · 2 years
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wait hang on. haaaaaaaaaaaang the motherfukcing on.
ranboo was in minecraft in that last screenshot i reblogged. in his. in his little minecraft oc skin. not the rotten ghost one sure but. he was THERE. in the block GAME!
ranboo?
cc!ranboo?
mister live beloved? are you,,,,,,,,are u gonna be me my son back, sir? my son? my poorly written terribly paced “baby’s first oc incarnate” boyo baby dolly darling son child boy? back???? to me???? please???
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honeyglz · 1 year
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</3 Breaking up w/ mha characters + little snippets </3
A/N - Let me know if you guys want full length fics for any of these cause I may or may not do some. Im starting this off with the main three but hopefully Ill do more characters later. Also Shoto's is a lil shorter than the rest my bad. Yk the drill on rpoof reading.
Reader- GN for Bakugou and Deku, fem used for Todoroki (Though it could be veiwed as more of a Afab reader instead, just mind the pronouns) , She/Her, You/Your/ Yours
Disclaimer- I do not own any of the characters aside from my depiction of Y/N.
Pairings (separate) - Bakugou x (engaged)reader, Deku/Midoriya x (dating) reader , Todoroki x (engaged) reader
Warning- Mentions of violence/death/injury (No abusive relationship is written in this it is just part of their jobs as hero's). Arranged marriage for Shoto's
Category- Angst Check Master-list for follow up's for each character.
-♡- ✮Bakugou K.✮
Reason: He didn't care enough to make time
Plain and simple.
He's a busy guy, esp once he becomes a pro hero
It starts off small too
He misses the good morning kiss he usually gives you
Next its coming home late
At first you thought maybe he was just tired.
Until he starts blowing off dates. Here you were. Sitting in your chair uncomfortable with the amount of whispers that you could hear. 3 hours you had been waiting. Pity glanced brushed off your shoulders as you sighed flagging down a waiter. "ready to order?" the waiter said in a small voice as he watched you try to cover the sadness in your tone "Yea.. Ill take.."
Katsuki arrived home later that night. Covered in soot and ash as he lay on the couch.
You found him in the morning, still fast asleep.
You sighed as you let it slide, he was busy, surely it was a one time thing right?
Wrong
So so very wrong
He had missed a total of 20 dates
20 .
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It wasn't until you finally had enough of being second place to his job did you try and talk to him...
Bad idea. It was late. The glow from your alarm clock light your face, dried tears staining your checks. You looked down at the sliver ring on your finger. Unaware of the door to your shared apartment having been opened. Katsuki's footsteps were heavy, sluggish movements as he kicked off his boots. His gauntlets thrown carelessly onto the couch noticing the dim light from your shared bedroom. Tracking his way into the room he noticed you staring down at your ring, twisting it nervously as you spaced out. A low grumble snapped you from your thoughts as you stared up at him, eyes devoid of the warm glow he fell in love with. "Bakugou. We need to talk." His thoughts came to a halt at your words. Why the actual fuck were you using his last name? He rubbed his eyes tiredly as he sighed clearly annoyed at the shit you were trying to pull. "Can this wait, Im fucking tired and-" he huffed only to be cut off "It can't wait." There was a cold sadness to your voice, foreign to his ears. He had to be hearing things. He watched as you stood only now taking in the rest of the room. Your things were missing. "Did we get robbed or sumthin- where the fuck is all your stuff" He said making a vague gesture to what now felt like a very empty room. Katsuki's eyes landed on the packed suitcase. Everything clicking in place now. You were leaving. He felt a lump form in his throat as he looked you over. You looked almost as tired as him. You kept your eyes low fidgeting with the ring once more before speaking. Your words calm and thought out. "I think we should take a break" Now. Katsuki has grown alot in the past years. But something inside him snapped at hearing the dreaded words fall out of your mouth. To him you were giving up on him. Like everyone else. Emotions swirled through his scarlet eyes before an anger bubbled over them.
Yeaaaa.....
Safe to say you both didnt recover from that. -♡- ✮Midoriya I. (Deku !!)✮
Reason- He's too scared of leaving you that he kept you at arms length.
You heard me right folks
Poor bby is scared that one day he wont be around and he'll leave you all alone
Solution?
Leave you all alone while he's still alive :D
Being fr tho ever since he became the new symbol of peace he's had this unconscious state of "Any moment may be my last"
Thing is he didn't really develop this until one night.... There had been a villain attack, one far more catastrophic then anyone would have predicted. Izuku came home hours later battered and bruised beyond belief. Walking into the your shared house it wasn't until he heard muffled cries that he snapped out of his daze rushing to the source only to find you, clutching his shirt, tears streaming down your face as the sound of the news blasted through the room. You turned your head to see your boyfriend, leaning against the door frame, splattered with blood and dirt his clothes torn with wounds oozing the horrid crimson liquid. Your glossy eye's met forest green and you sprang to your feet tripping as you fell, hands gripping his. That night Izuku fought tears while he watched you try to scold him between sobs about how he should have called you. How scared you were and how much you needed him to come home after stuff like that. Something in him switched that night. He never wanted to see you cry like that again.
And so he distanced himself
AND I DONT WANT ANYONE BEING LIKE
"Oh why dont u just come home early when stuff like that happens or be more careful"
At the end of the day there is no guarantee he'll be able to call you.
Or that he'll always be safe
There's no guarantee He'll be alive at the end of the day.
Its the realistic statistic's of his life
And of course being the symbol of peace, he had to accept that
But the thought of leading you on with the rest of the world
Leading you to think that every night he'll be there to lay next to you.
Allowing you to feel so much pain if he ever did leave.
The thought alone had him uneasy.
So he did the only thing he could think of.
Letting you leave first. You sighed as you packed your things, Izuku watching out of the corner of his eye, trying his best to act indifferent to it all. "I think that's the last of it..." You said gripping the handle as you looked over to the man you had loved for years. The man that you thought you would marry. The man who now wouldn't even spare you a glance. A uninterested hum echoed through the house. Utter shock painting your face as you scoffed biting back tears that threatened to spill once again. You turned on your heel hand hovering over the cool steel of the door handle before you stopped. "You're not the man I fell in love with, not anymore." You turned the handle leaving the shattered man behind. The slam of the door making the hero flinch. He did it. He kept you save. So why was he still crying? -♡- ✮Todoroki S.✮
Reason - He never gave it a chance
You two had been young when your parents arranged for you both to be wed.
You were told since day one about it.
Shoto, not so much.
It wasn't until he turned 18 was he told of this.
His first thoughts?
He hated it.
He hated the whole idea.
He despised it so much that he fought tooth and nail to get out of it. "You're not listening to me- I don't want to marry someone I've never met!" Anger filled his body as he yelled at his stoic father. The man never once cracking a look of sympathy for his son. Instead he stood up, firm eyes trailing down to the duo coloured ones below. "She had no problem with it. I don't see why you're making such a fuss, its for the family's blood line and-" Shoto felt flames crawl up his skin as he listened to his fathers ramble. Tired of it all he left leaving the man talking to thin air. He paced his training room before sending the room into a pit of rage filled flames. Ice covered the windows as he let out all his pent up anger. Cursing aloud at how foolish anyone would be to marry someone they didn't know.
Safe to say he didnt even want to meet you.
But you did and eventually got engaged.
But it was all a lie.
He didn't love you. He made sure you both knew it -♡- A/N I ran out of room. :/ I can redo Shoto's if yall end up liking this idk
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bullet-prooflove · 4 months
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Gingerbread: Obispo 'Bishop' Losa x Reader
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Part of @storiesofsvu Holiday Bingo! The square was Baking!
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Following on from The Wall Series:
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When Bishop gets home that night it’s to the scent of freshly baked gingerbread. He toes off his boots, setting them down alongside your shoes before he follows his nose to the open plan kitchen.
Before you he’d forgotten what it was like to come home to someone else, to feel a welcoming presence instead of stepping into that crushing silence. One of the reasons he likes living with you is because your house feels like a home, not just a place to lay your head.
When he steps into the kitchen, it feels like he’s walked into Santa’s bakery. There’s gingerbread men on cooling on every single surface. You’re standing with your back to him, an apron tied over your clothes.
“Are these all for the kid’s hampers?” He asks you picking up one of the gingerbread folk and taking a bite of it’s leg. It’s the perfect blend of warm spiciness and dark sweetness, melting in his mouth as he chews the other leg. “These are phenomenal Mi Cielo.”
Every year you put together holiday hampers for families in the community who can’t afford to give their children the Christmas they deserve. You collect donations, wrap gifts, bake cookies, pack treats and then the week before Christmas deliver them to the families in Santo Padre who need them the most. You’re running late this year, you had told him a couple of days ago. You were still recovering from your injury a couple of months ago, trying to juggle the community centre and the underground network at the same time.
The club had stepped in to try and take some of the weight off. Riz was managing all of the programs at the community centre with support from Gilly, whilst Coco had taken over the underground network, working with Nestor and Rosa.
It was hard for you to relinquish that burden, to admit that right now you were stretching yourself too thin, but Stitches had helped to convince you, to take a breath and pause. You’d thrown yourself into the hampers with the same ferocity you did everything else. The lounge was full of donations to be wrapped, which was meant to be Bishop’s first task after dinner. However, looking at the state of the kitchen, he’s just decided the two of you are going to order in.
Bishop’s already devoured the majority of the gingerbread person by the time he realises you haven’t responded to his question. His eyebrows furrow into a frown as he approaches you, it’s then that he realises your shoulders are quivering. At first, he thinks you’re upset about the gingerbread.
“Carmen, I’m sorry.” He says, his hand coming to rest upon the curve of your shoulder, his thumb ghosting over the nape of your neck. “I’ll make more, I’ll…”
“It’s not the gingerbread.” You say turning to face, using the back of your right hand to wipe the tears from your cheeks. “It’s my fucking arm.”
His gaze strays to your left arm, it hangs by your side. He watches as you try to clench your fist, but you can only close your fingers down to the pads of your palm.
“I’ve got a million of these hampers to do and I can’t even ice the gingerbread people.” You tell him, frustrated tears rolling down your cheeks. “I’m never going to get them out on time.”
Bishop sees this for what it is. You’ve pushed yourself too hard today, you’re overwrought and exhausted.
“Come ‘ere.” He murmurs, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and drawing you close.  His lips brush over your hairline as you bury your face into the hollow of his throat. “I’ll take care of it, Mi Cielo, don’t you worry. I’ll make sure they get done in time.”
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Bishop phones in reinforcements. When he puts the call out, he doesn’t expect the majority of the MC to descend upon the house with their partners in tow. He should have done this initially he realises but he’d been too caught up with trying to sort out this thing with the pipeline. Next year he thinks, next year he’ll be better prepared.
EZ and Jo are stuck at the bar, Taza’s up in Yuma trying to persuade Canche to accept Bishop’s terms on the pipeline deal. He’s proposed a buyout, for a lump sum, he’ll give them fifty percent of the pipeline. It fills Santo Padre’s coffers, keeping them flush while their other legitimate enterprises grow. Lila’s decided to entirely legit in the wake of Valeria, which means she needs a security crew to move both her kush and her cash. Angel, Neron and Hank supervise her runs, which has proved increasingly lucrative for the club over the past few months.
Between themselves they establish a production line, it reminds Bishop of the days they used to transport heroin for the Galindos. He divides them into teams, he has Neron, Nina and Nestor working on the gingerbread folk. Bottles, Gilly and Ginny are putting the food hampers together while Angel, Lila and Coco are on wrapping, Stitches and Songbird put on the finishing touches. Coco and Riz put together the gift bags and baskets, marking each one off on the checklist. You’re on the couch cradling Valeria with your good arm, a cushion propped under it as you give the baby eskimo kisses.
He'd asked Angel to bring the infant with them, he knew if there was anyone that could get you out of your own head, it would be that baby. He wonders if that’s something you’d want in the future, a child of your own. The two of you have never talked about it but seeing you with Valeria makes him think about it. Noone can ever replace Aiden; his dark eyed little boy will always hold that place in his heart but maybe one day it’ll be something to consider.
He sits down on the couch beside you, planting a tender kiss on Valeria’s forehead before he picks up the green glitter pen and the Santa themed note paper.
“So…” He says as crosses one leg over the others. “What exactly is a letter from Santa supposed to say?”
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tyquu · 5 months
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Here's the Ben whump rant i talked abt in my last post,,,
Ofc heed the triggers and what not: Blood, injury, ect ect
Also take everything here with a serious handful of salt, im being dramatic as heck. So if you don't wanna see me get serious abt something that's not that deep, this probably isn't the rant for you <3
Anywho...
Do you ever think about just how often Ben gets the absolute crap beat out of him? Like in Grudge Match, I forgot how many times he gets flung about in his human form. He's ten years old, his bones are way too weak for all that. The amount of head injuries he must get is insane, and Max never once seems to take Ben's injuries seriously. 
Like that time Ben gets sick after sitting in the back of an ice cream van for like,, twenty minutes. He's ill to the point it's actively inhibiting his ability to play hero, blinding wildmutt with gunked up sensors and taking the heat out of heatblast. He's pale and sniffly and looks like shit, but Max still makes the executive decision to drag him out on errands instead of giving him time to rest. 
Also just cause he takes the majority of damage in his alien forms doesn’t mean those injuries suddenly have no impact at all. I think in alien force they were toying with idea of his injuries carrying over becoming more of a problem for him, with his busted knee in season one, and black eye in the episode where he gets grounded. Either way, it’s still implied that wounds translate over after he de-transforms, even if to a lesser extent. Not to mention all the scrapes and little injuries he must get from de-transforming mid battle (on the occasions he does).
FUCK, I mean Ben actually displays short term memory loss as a direct result of getting hit in the head in alien force, and Gwen isn't concerned about it probably because she grew up with Grandpa Max not being concerned about it. She doesn't realise just how dangerous this level of head injury is, what the brain inflammation and possible bleeding could do to him. She's probably looked him in the eyes, with his pupils blown wide, dazed and confused about his whereabouts, and then buried her concern because it's nothing new right? Ben's been dealing with stuff like this since he was 10, and Max, the ever responsible adult, never shows the appropriate amount of concern for it, so it makes sense that both Gwen and Ben don’t consider these things serious until its too late. 
Like not to get all dramatic about this and over think it (more so than I already am lol) but I’m positive this stuff would have long term consequences for Ben’s health as he enters adult hood, or even before then. Trouble recalling things, ringing in his ears, migraines and headaches as well a light sensitivity, all of these are symptoms of repeated and serious head trauma. Not to mention, paired with my personal headcanons about the burning chemical sensation of having the omnitrix fused to his flesh, leaking fluid into his bloodstream and scorching his skin. Or the chronic nosebleeds I think he would have as a result of all these other health complications. There's just a LOT that can be done with Ben whump, and I’m surprised it isn’t talked about/thought about more? 
Folks love the idea of Ben being functionally immortal (at least from injury related death), and the power fantasy that comes with being the weilder of the omnitrix, but what about the fact that he’s just some guy?? That the omnitrix failsafe doesn’t protect him from everything, and that if the injuries are bad enough to have triggered the failsafe in the first place, then where does that leave him in terms of recovering from them??? Sorry, sorry, crazy moment. 
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aviannauts · 2 years
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heres a bit of a doozy!
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False Gods
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False Gods (in short) is an ending au where Liam tries his best to comfort his friends who are stuck on the Plane, and because of it slowly looses touch with himself.
(In Long:)
Liam finds a way to spawn items through trial and error (because of it being vaguely similar to how the radio works) but doesn't know how to despawn them. He starts supplying his friends with small sticks, leaves, and miscellaneous items to build houses and items.
Charlotte's infection eventually begins to get worse and Liam notices. He hesitantly spawns some people and items from Earth who are medically trained to help Charlotte.
Charlotte recovers, but the new folk ask to see their loved ones and knowing he can't send them back, Liam spawns more people in.
A tree begins to grow on Liam, but he's too focused on taking care of the Plane and studying the computer to be bothered to take it out. Plus, it helps supply the Plane's people with wood/leaves for housing!
The Plane becomes more lively, the once barren land has become filled with buildings and life. The Plane's people are pretty happy and talk to Liam as their friend, but Liam becomes less and less responsive. He is glued to his seat most of the time and only gets up occasionally to walk to the Plane or grab supplies/food.
Liam is paranoid of following the path Airy took and he starts to hallucinate, seeing his own reflection as Airy because of the crack-like roots around his eye, and starts to see silhouettes of Airy outside. These hallucinations cause Liam to lash out suddenly, and one time almost breaking the monitor.
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The cabin Airy made has fallen into disrepair. Partially because of Liam, its the place he's most seen Airy's silhouettes. Although Airy's silhouette never engages, sometimes it gives Liam a thumbs up, Liam takes it harshly. He sees it as Airy haunting him after death.
Im still very much solidifying what happens to everybody. But don't worry! this AU is actually pretty neutral and everybody meets together in one way or another :)
(also note that i am not by any means a writer so im sorry if this sounds weird 😭)
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idyllic-affections · 11 months
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HELLO!! YOUR BAIZHU WITH CHRONICALLY ILL READER IS THE BEST THING THAT'S EVERY HAPPENED!!! I've never seen a blog that does only platonic things, and as an aroace person, IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY! I wasn't too sure if you requests were open or not, but I was wondering if you could make either some headcanons or a fic where the reader (from that series) has a flare up or gets sick and Baizhu takes care of them? I'm unfortunately sick right now (just in time for when my final school assignments are due, slay 😍) but found family and hurt/comfort are literally the best thing ever, and, if put together, I'm pretty sure will cure me /j. If you requests aren't open, then please disregard this message!
Anyway, I gotta go sleep before the fever messes up my brain (if it hasn't already); so good bye, and thank you again!!
a slip of the tongue.
summary. how does baizhu care for his junior herbalist when they fall ill?
trigger & content warnings. flu-like sickness, lighthearted mentions of death.
tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. hurt/comfort-ish. baizhu & reader. 1.1k words. they/them pronouns for reader. this post is an expansion of invisible disability? it's rather visible to me & contains vaguely implied spoilers for baizhu's story quest.
author's thoughts. hello lovely!!! thank youu <3 i am slowly collecting people that like this series like how i collect shiny rocks. its great to get a request related to it. i hold this series very dearly, so please (and this goes for everyone reading this!) never be shy to send thoughts about it or requests related to it. anyway, i love catering to aroace folk, you all are so special to me. im on the aro spectrum myself, so i get it. i know from experience that it can be super frustrating looking for fanfic content that's non-romantic. please remember to take care of yourself! i totally understand the feeling of needing to finish final assignments while being sick. me and you are in the exact same boat LMAO... my requests are always open btw! ive no intention of ever closing them. in the end, i went with our poor reader being sick rather than having flare ups, since i already briefly touched on that idea in employee benefits.
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how does baizhu care for his junior herbalist when they're sick and out of commission?
baizhu is most often the first to know when they're sick or otherwise unwell. he's so impossibly attentive to their bodily condition, simply because their health is partially his responsibility. he's their teacher. what kind of mentor would neglect to take care of their apprentice? a bad one, that's what kind.
(he also feels somewhat indebted to them—even though they're chronically ill, they're always doing anything they can to help him recover after his "secret art" treatments. even though he's the doctor, they've helped care for him on more than one occasion. he has to return the favor whenever he can. just because he's older doesn't mean he gets to freely take advantage of their kindness.)
if he's not the first to know, he's the second, because the only instance where he wouldn't know first is if they woke up ill at home.
he'll always end up being the second to know, at the very least. someone will inform him of their condition, whether that be a parent or a sibling or another family member. sometimes a friend of theirs may tell him, such as xingqiu, chongyun, hu tao, or xiangling.
in hu tao's case... she may be distrustful of him, but she does tell him when they aren't well. [name] is a childhood friend of hers. she cares about their health and, surprisingly, doesn't want to put them in the ground just yet!
even though she dreads the path they've chosen to walk down... she still cares for them, very much so.
(junior herbalist!reader's lore drop is finally here?!?!?)
regardless of how baizhu finds out, they'll end up being cared for at the pharmacy.
though he could prescribe them medication and let them be taken care of at home...
he often wants to care for them himself.
gui has asked why in the past, and baizhu really has never had a good answer for him.
he's really not sure why he wants to be the one to monitor them. perhaps it's because it gives him a sense of calmness and reassures him that they're recovering well.
after all, if their condition were to rapidly decline for any reason... he could fix it.
(to some others, his concern might seem overprotective. unnecessary. however, something as simple as the flu has been known to take lives. he worries that, because of their chronic illness, they may be more susceptible to a severe case than others are.)
he has the means to save them if something like that were to happen, and undoubtedly, the life of his sweet and kind apprentice is one that deserves to be saved and protected.
perhaps it's also because it seems to put qiqi at ease; baizhu's noticed that she gets fidgety in [name]'s absence during work hours, but when they're ill and being cared for at the pharmacy, she functions very well and often even remembers to check on them herself.
sometimes when they have a fever, qiqi may sit by their side for minutes at a time and just press her little cold hands on their forehead to cool them off. she also ensures that they stay hydrated.
both baizhu and gui find this behavior very endearing. qiqi cares deeply for her big sibling (despite the fact that she's technically older...). her bond with them is something very special and sweet to bear witness to.
bubu pharmacy's work environment is familial and tightly knit by nature, so it isn't too hard to imagine that something would feel wrong if one of the four herbalists were gone for whatever reason. even those who don't work there are affected by the absence of one or more of the pharmacists.
overall, baizhu takes very good care of them when they fall ill.
he monitors them closely, hand-crafts their medicine depending on what they need, makes sure that their fluid intake is maintained...
he dotes on them tbh.
"Ugh..." they groaned, blearily blinking up at their mentor. Baizhu's hand against the feverish skin of their forehead was cold; they couldn't help but lean into the gentle touch. "Bàba?"
He didn't point it out. He hardly even acknowledged their words, as if he were somehow used to it. He only smiled, hand stroking tenderly over their disheveled hair, taming the defiant strands no doubt caused by restless sleep. "So sorry to wake you, dear."
Even Changsheng was quiet—she only hummed thoughtfully from her place around Baizhu's neck. Normally, she'd find something to tease them about (usually because they started it!), but now... she seemed to know that it just wasn't right to tease them in their hazy state of mind.
Gui was quiet, too. He was surprised. He had never heard them address their mentor such an... informal way, let alone with familial terms. He did once briefly think that the dynamic they had with Baizhu was awfully family-like, but...
It was still unexpected.
"Come, now. It's time to take your medicine again, and then you can go back to sleep, okay?"
Gui watched, still silent, as they hummed in absentminded acknowledgement, rubbing their eyes ever so slightly. It didn't seem to help them come to at all; their gaze was still distant and unfocused and they didn't even realize how they addressed the doctor. If they did... they'd probably apologize, embarrassed, but they showed no such emotion. Baizhu gently guided them into a sitting position, rubbing small circles on their back.
Gui handed the cup filled about halfway with herbal medication off to the doctor. Baizhu gingerly guided it to their lips, knowing very well that the guidance was needed; they looked half-asleep sitting up. Archons know they were in no condition to successfully do it themselves. They took the medicine without so much as a whine about its bitterness—they only grimaced slightly after swallowing. Gui supposed that they never really were one to complain about it, even when fully coherent. 'I think it would set a bad example for others if I complained,' they once told him. 'Plus, it's not like Dr. Baizhu gets some kind of sadistic pleasure from giving medication to me, so there's no reason to complain. It's herbal. There's nothing to be done about the taste... I know he doesn't like taking it either. Hehe. It's kind of funny, actually, like we're hiding some kind of company secret. Herbalists who don't like the taste of herbal medicine.'
It was only after he left the room with the doctor that he pointed it out:
"They called you bàba."
"Hm?" Baizhu hummed, turning to Gui. "Oh. Yes... [Name] has done it quite a few times, actually, whether that be because of fever delirium or a slip of the tongue. I don't mind it. It only means that they feel safe enough to be vulnerable here. Qiqi has done it a few times, as well. Those two are only children, so... it is to be expected."
Gui then smiled, nodding. "It's cute."
Baizhu couldn't help but agree, his lips tilting upwards into a little smile himself. "It is."
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ask-ronndoll · 5 months
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A (SMALL) RETURN TO THIS BELOVED BLOG!!!
Heyy folks!!! Yes I, Nadi, am still alive!!! A lot to tell and actually too much to tell as to why, but TLDR; I have been sorting out a lot of (almost life threatening) problems irl. Now I’m somewhat stable im finances (when it comes to constant flow; still not enough but there), and mentally recovering from the dreadful and traumatic events of 2022; I am making a slow comeback to FNaF!!!
Will b updating a HELL OF A LOT of lore with the new FNaF movie out, and well, it’s been years and the FNaF Nadiverse has been collecting dust for a year and a half so yeahhh!! Stay tuned for some gradual changes!
Anyways for now, I’ll be open for 2-5 asks per week!! Just a way to jog up my skills in doodling here, and bc I missed yall sm (I’m very VERY honest here). So if yall want to ask anything abt the Nadiverse, or even for the mun in general, go on ahead!! ❤️✨
Might slightly answer some old asks too bc some of them can actually answer a lot of good lore abt my verse :>
HAPPY TO BE BACK ❤️❤️❤️
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definitelynotshouting · 8 months
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(scared) What... what happens if Grian explains right off the bat when he's found out? (shaking)
in reference to the tags of this ask
So like. A really huge part of what Scar's plan entails in canon-- and yes, it's Scar doing this partially on purpose-- is the inherent kindness of the hermits. You bring a starving, dying man back into the fold, and you can absolutely bet that the VAST majority of hermits will at LEAST let him stay until he's healthier again. This is a deliberate move on Scar's part!!! The urgency of the situation (plus the familiarity) creates more of an incentive to let Grian in and then let him linger, which gives him a chance to grow his roots again and make up with the hermits. Scar wants him home again, permanently, and in this game its basically ALL about buying time.
So what happens when you take away that sense of "he's gonna die if we dont keep him here" urgency?? Well...
Well, in an au where Grian fessed up instantly abt the starving and making games when confronted, there's a lot more room to think about it. In some ways, hunger!Grian's canonical reaction to shut down and just let them furiously throw them out was a lot kinder and ultimately worked to his advantage-- nobody got any answers, so they started looking. People are more willing to talk to him if only to understand why. There's a clear element of "i was just doing this to survive and i feel fucking horrible about it" that is,,, pretty undeniable when you've got the person in question self-harming pretty severely about it. And yes, there's pity. Not always a bad thing, and in this case thats the element Scar is deliberately tugging on to make Grian's stay a bit more palatable until he can reintegrate himself
But when you have time to think about it, without that immediate evidence, without that sense of raw urgency sorta blanketing everything so people dont question as much-- what you get is a more measured, and ultimately more negative outlook. The hermits OF COURSE take the time to help Grian figure out how to feed without using people's emotions. They're kind like that. They do care. But theres now more time to think about this, more time to decide yeah, thats valid, sure, but he still used us and hurt a lot of us and also we didnt consent.
Essentially, what im getting at here is that in a hunger au variant where Grian fesses up immediately, the hermits do help him figure out a way to feed without relying on others... and then when thats all sorted out, a vote is called, and Grian is politely but firmly requested to leave. So he loses them anyway, and without the benefit of a mystery to help bring him back.
Thats not to say the vote wasnt awfully divided, there were plenty of people who were at the very least okay with him staying. But with more time and less distance to think things out, a lot of the folks who fall into the "wary but willing to hear him out" category in canon (i have a whole chart fiejfjdj) ended up moving to the "we dont want him here" side of things because they found themselves understandably uncomfortable with the situation and the harm caused by it to others. To their friends.
Basically, its enough of a majority vote to get Grian kicked anyway and without an opening to return. And in this au, i dont think he would return. The au as i have it outlined is that Grian ends up spending years alone on a singleplayer world, falling into his grief and into the rote cycle of surviving but not thriving, until Iskall (one of the people who wanted him to stay) meets him in a market hub and eagerly gets back in touch with him.
Its very much one of those aus that really SQUEEZES your heart, bc its about the loneliness, and the emptiness of losing your entire community, and knowing it is your fault. Its about what happens when you fully isolate because of guilt and forget what its like to be happy because you wont LET yourself be happy. And its about relearning what its like to be a person instead of personified misery. The recovery in that au is SO much harder, so much of a more difficult road (which is saying smth considering canon's is already super difficult), and takes a lot more time and effort on Grian's part. Its a good au, one im really sinking my teeth into and chattering about in dms, but my gods is it significantly worse in many ways to canon hunger au
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not-poignant · 6 months
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You are the only person I've EVER seen mention Sebastian in the Underdark as an option for a ship option for Asterion which BLOWS MY MIND because that moment in his story hit SO hard - that after 200 years he still remembers his name and what being with Sebastian was like and that it was special for them both despite being(for Asterion) and becoming(for Sebastian) this HORROR. Anyway all this is to say, YEAH. SOMEONE ELSE SEES IT! IM NOT CRAZY!
Honestly I'm shocked at how many folks just don't really see lateral pairings anymore? I really feel like part of being shown canonical queer pairings has been the inability of folks to go 'no that guy and that guy who literally have almost nothing to do with each other but still have something.'
(I mean hell, I wrote a Bull/Cullen fic and they literally don't have any recorded dialogue together in the game).
But yes!!! Honestly I think a future fic between Sebastian and Astarion could work so well? My dark angst-loving mind imagines a scenario where Sebastian recovers enough in the Underdark that he sets about looking to get revenge now that he can sustain himself, only to realise that Astarion's broken too (but not before getting at least some revenge). But I love the idea of a story in the Underdark, among the glow of fungus, myconids, and a strange land full of strange things and new wonders.
Both of them recovering together, Sebastian having to make up for what he's just done, and Astarion having to make up for what he ripped from Sebastian's life 200 years before, and Sebastian eventually realising that blaming Astarion for being locked away for 200 years is actually unfair, and finally kind of forgiving him for something that wasn't his fault in the first place. The sheer hurt/comfort potential of that pairing is huuuuuge.
There's so many scenarios between Sebastian and Astarion that would potentially work though. I don't think I'll ever write it myself, but it's effortless to think about, because it also makes so much sense for both characters!
That moment was so well acted in the game, Neil Newbon absolutely nailed each branch of that scene, and Sebastian was really compelling (and handsome), and it's wild to me that certain pairings are just...super rare, when they seem really self-evident? (That being said, I can also see the appeal in people shipping Astarion with a player character etc. But like, I don't really do that, so...I'm left just putting all the characters together like puzzle pieces and going 'oh that one fits, that one fits REALLY WELL, that one fits if I kill Raphael first and change his personality a little, that one's awesome!' etc. :D )
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rockybloo · 4 months
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Hi, feel free to ignore this ask, or point me wearily to the FAQ if i missed it, but can I asked what inspired the world of Lore? Specifically the holistic nature of it, where different tales live side by side. I am a…hopeful, one-day fairy and folk tale scholar, and in my studies I’ve seen this concept pop up in a lot of more modern retellings/reimaginings, and one of my projects has been to see if i could find a source. When i say inspiration/source, I don’t mean singular piece(s) of media that gave you the idea (if you have one id love to know it though!) i more mean sorta your own internal source, the emotional trigger that led you to grouping separate fairy tales into one larger world. I know theres a lot to be said for the simple concept of “because it fucks, thats why” (some of my favorite interpretations of tales spawn from similar concepts) but if you have the time or energy, id love it if you’d be willing to ponder deeper motivations.
Sorry for the long ask, im absolutely obsessed with your characters and the worlds you create by taking archetypical settings and twisting them into something new and intriguing. Thank you for sharing your art (in all senses of the word) with us!
Thank you! And I very much love overthinking fairy tales and their existence SO I SHALL DO EXACTLY THAT!
For me, the reason I just plopped down every fairy tale into the same world, aside from a simple "Because everyone else does it and it's my favorite type of fantasy world" is because it makes so much sense to me.
There's a ton of repeated themes and characters in fairy tales to the point they have a classification system to make folklorist's lives easier when categorizing them. There are so many different Cinderellas, and I don't mean just the European one, as it's a fable that has been found all around the world. There are very much big differences in each story but the literal age old tale is still noticeable.
I took a mythology and fairy tale class in high school where we talked about "The Hero's Journey" which is like a template nearly every story falls into regardless of where a story is from. And for me, it was wild seeing just how many shared tropes humanity has as a whole in our storytelling.
A character that pops multiple times, aside from Prince Charming, is the Big Bad Wolf. OF COURSE it's because wolves were (and still are somewhat) dangerous animals and so that is how they are characterized in fables such as Little Red Riding Hood and The Three Little Pigs. But it's still noticeable that these stories overlap with each other so fitting them into a single world just makes a lot of sense.
Another gigantic reason is that we all live in reality. There's a general understanding of what can and cannot occur on Earth. We know we can't fly without some machine to aid us or talk to animals and have them speak our language back to us. And many mythical beings can potentially be traced back to specific interactions early humans had with rare instances in nature and a need to have a reason "why?".
In fairy tales, reality is fantastical. Numerous tales have talking animals, super natural beings, shapeshifting, characters defying death and recovering from "should have been" fatal injuries, and being able to live happily ever after with never ending love.
We humans don't really get that. Especially that last part with happy endings and love. Sure, we can live a peaceful life or try to but there's this level of joy in some tales that only exists in fairy tales. And love so so much more complicated than the typical "love at first sight that lasts forever without problems".
With all these elements that land fairy tales in a different realm of reality than us, I thought it made sense to actually make a realm (or rather a planet) that explains why things in the world of fairy tales are so much more different than us and even somewhat explain why our reality doesn't have magic in it.
It basically traces back to that age old human urge to explain the unexplainable with some story.
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butterpony100 · 3 months
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I wanted to read your au but then i realized that there's lava
Can you explain what's the au about?
Hya there!
This ask made me realize I’ve never really advertised my au here on tumblr aside from posting the chapter links.
EverHearth is a fanfiction written by me about a post seabound/pre crystalized au where Kai is turned into an elemental (like how Nya ‘became the sea’ in seabound) and shenanigans insue.
First thing I wanna clarify, that while Lavashipping (Cole and Kai) is a main focus in this story, I intend to have all of the main 6 addressed and be the focal point of their own subplots.
So here we go!
The main plot of the au take place in a period between the ending of seabound and the start of crystalized. The big change is that we’ve already had the year long time skip from the end of seabound and gotten Nya back, but what’s different this time is that the ninja weren’t cause stealing the forbidden scroll. So while the police are looking for who did it, we have a point in the story now between getting Nya back and the ninja getting arrested, thus pushing back the official start of the crystalized plot (which may or may not change in this au 👀)
Ok that’s the technical shit dealt with, now to the lore.
It’s been a few months since the team got Nya back, and with this strange period of peace in comparison to their normally hectic ninja schedule, the team takes the time to spend it together and start taking all sorts of jobs around the continent (at least until the next big bad comes along).
During this time, all six of the ninja kinda start taking time to unpack some of their issues.
Jay almost drowned when Wojira was on her rampage and it had pretty devastating effects on his health, (not to mention uncovered some traumatic memories with a certain Jinn)
Nya is still recovering from her extended stay in the sea, with many of her memories still disorganized and blurry. She’s mostly been trying to keep an eye out on Jay out of anxiety (cause we all know what happened last time). Unfortunately, the whole mess also uncovered some memories of a nasty Jinn for her too
(NOTE: In this AU, Jay and Nya are the only ones who remember the alternate timeline)
Zane has been avoiding his issues with the never realm and the forbidden scroll for a little over a year now, still stuck with the anxiety of using his powers in fear of somehow ‘loosing control’. At least he’s finally taking the time to reflect on everything that happened with that now!
Lloyd through the course of time from all the way back to the end of MotO up to present day has been looking for any sign of his father. Less-so out of some kind of desperation to get his dad back and more-so in the ‘I’m gonna find you, beat the crap out of you, and then forcefully trauma dump everything you’ve done to me onto you so amnesia or not you know just how shit of a person you are’ kind of way. But after loosing Nya and finally getting her back, Lloyd realized he shouldn’t waste time on people no longer in his life, and focus on who he still has.
And then we get to the two ‘stars’ of the show (cough the ones I smack with the ouch stick a few hundred more times than the others)
Kai and Cole don’t directly have any pressing issues popping up as the team travels around the continent, aside from recovering from the team’s split up and getting the water ninja back.
Maybe it’s because of the combination of the absence of other concerns and the intense emotional toll of gaining back a loved one that had yet to fade, but the two slowly began to confide in eachother.
Until, of course, when shit hits the fan.
THATS ALL IM SHARING HERE FOLKS! If you want to learn more, check out the fic on AO3!
I’ll probably make a post in the future going into more detail about the OC content I’ve added into the story (mostly world building, some power system additions, and some unique background characters)
Until then, have fun!
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saskiasabri · 11 months
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p4 daud doodle! im still alive folks i just recovered lmao
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cinamun · 1 year
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So I’m about to go walk it off because...
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I find out from the good homie @spookycowboydragonpizza​ that the file in question is probably the custom crepe stall from FelixA’s Paris set.  I take the file and toss that bitch in the trash.  I don’t need it.  AND THEN... the other homie @linalinabina​ is like “yeah girl but its STILL gonna fuck up your save”.  So I’m like “aight, bet”.   I hadn’t played much since the last save... so I google and find out I need to do this:
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So I’m minding my business, recovering my save from this morning to go back and test the stalls.. but at that time, Hope was still at the wrekka sto.  So I say fuck it and send her to Copperdale.  Buts its after 10pm so the stalls are closed but I don’t realize that because I’m only thinking about boba...
We get to Copperdale and she
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And i’m like its okay sis, just get some boba and we’re going home, but its a thunderstorm so sis stood her ground like 
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whole time I’m feeling bad so I’m like okay boo, go home.  she starts running home and 
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SO IM SCREAMING AT THIS POINT LIKE “BABY DONT DIE IM SORRY I MADE YOU GET BOBA ON A SCHOOL NIGHT IN A THUNDERSTORM!
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She’s lookin up at me, I’m lookin down at her....
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But she survives and now I feel guilty because sis got fucked up
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So in conclusion... I see now why folks were having save issues.  Fuck Felix’s crepe stall, imma get this right and make it up to her and the cow jumped over the moon.
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achtm1zuta · 1 month
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Hey! Uhm, how’d you learn to cope with the sanitization? I’ve been recovering for- a while and Im still having issues pretty regularly. Anything you’ve found that helps?
- @averagedualies
"I've just been keeping myself busy, really. It's been rough, I'll admit, but- not to be cheesy- having some folks by your side can really help you ignore the confused glances from people who've never seen a green person before."
"Oh, and if anyone asks, just say you were born this way. It'll be easier than trying to explain the fact that you're an escaped refugee from a facility under that big statue in the ocean."
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