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So in amity park people that are dying or are terminally ill, realise while walking trails of flower petals in their wake. The more comes out the more they are in pain. So people in Amity park showed their respect to them and rather leaved them alone. And then their was the Fenton boy, who was leaving huge trails of rose petals in his wake around the whole City. He once let so many petals out that he could make a Snow Angel on the Ground. Danny just think he has a new power and as people don't say anything he doesn't really hide it. Even if the people around him are horrified and concerned about him.
Only the Trio has no idea what the Petals mean.
Street Sweepers are one of the most paid Jobs in Amity Park.
#outside pov#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp#Amity Park#Sad AU#Flowers#Ilness#Death#Drama#turned out being a Halfa your human body doesn't forget the pain it is#Danny doesn't feel the pain but people around him don't know it
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how do you deal with getting sick easy? (asking because i also get sick easy 😭)
Its honestly a mindset, sometimes if im going to a party i will decide if its worth being sick for a week after LOL and if it is then i go. I just mentally prepare after doing something that may get me sick (parties, big gatherings, seasons). and when I do get sick, even tho it may be a hassle because its frequent, I giver myself the rest I need, drink a shit ton, and wait it out because when I push through it only makes it longer.
also i cant take most over the counter meds because of my illnesses BUT if you can those will be your best friend
#ilness#chronic illness#autoimmine disease#sick girlies where ya at#everyday is a struggle#when will the suffering end
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Video's Last Patient
Video's reference sheet above. Her "short" story below.
(WARNING: suicide, death, murder)
Video was on a walk like she did any other night, when an addison fell flat on the ground in front of her. Green addison stared in shock at what happened just now but quickly realised she's not looking at a dead body yet. Building was tall, bot seemed not tall enough to kill the suicidal fool. He looked pretty... broken nonetheless. Video, knowing how will it end if she'll leave him, patched him up as fast and as good as she could and took him to her sheltered place (name it home but it's a really small apartment with covered windows).
Vid tried to force some healing food in him but he was unable to swallow. So she fed him some liquid to keep him alive and to let him at least start the healing process.
After two weeks or so, the addison started responding to being fed. Healing sped up from there.
Third week, the addison opens his eyes and tries to talk. Video was fine with him not speaking but once she heard a sound coming out of him she ducked behind a desk, nervously checking if he's moving or not. He got into sitting position while groaning from pain and looked around. Then she heard him speak full sentence for the first time since she brought him here.
"What the hell?". Silence . . . "Who the fuck are you??"
She shuddered, made a weird sound and tried to curl into a smallest ball possible.
"Stop pretending you're not here. Who are you??"
It took a long while and a lot of stuttering from the green addison to answer to any of his questions.
"I'm Video!" She shouted and ducked down again. Addison on the bed was silent for a second.
"I'm . . . I'm Copycat". He said, not sure how to continue the conversation.
But somehow they did.
It took days for Video to get at least a little comfortable around Copycat. But she had to, since Copy couldn't walk on his own yet.
The week passed and the question showed up. Video knew it would eventually come.
"Why did you save me?"
Video didn't know how to answer while not being honest.
"It felt like the right thing to do. You almost fell on me so I wasn't fine after seeing you on the ground, too"
Copy, for the first time since waking up, showed a real and honest expression. It looked like mix of quilt and fear.
"I... didn't know that could happen. I didn't think about it.. " He said silently, almost whispering.
"Why you wanted to end this like that? I don't know what happened in your life but-"
"Exactly. You don't know. So don't try to say you know anything" He cut her and went silent again. Vid was ready for that answer. It wasn't first time someone snapped at her like that.
Later that day she spoke to him again.
"I was a therapist, you know?" She said while giving him food. He looked at her with surprised smile.
"Pff, YOU? How when you look like needing one yourself??" He laughed a little. Vid just smiled politely.
"I did say I was, not that I still am" She looked away, kinda dozing off. Copy stopped laughing and got curious instead.
"What happened then?"
"It's too long of an answer. It doesn't matter anyway.. Not anymore" She answered. Her eyes looked empty while she cleaned the dishes.
It took a really long time to make Copy speak up. But Video wasn't pushy. She gave him time and was giving gentle treatment while sharing some information about herself to gain his trust. Eventually Copycat said what caused him to break.
He murdered someone. He admitted it wasn't a problem that he did it, it wasn't first time. But it was the first time killing someone possibly innocent. And he did it wrong. His victim died in pain and it took a long time before she stopped breathing. It was an order and he was starwing, he couldn't decline. But he couldn't take the last look she gave him. It was haunting, begging look of someone desperate to live.
After long days of insomnia and quilt he just wanted to rest. He broke down into a sobby mess, shaking and apologising over and over. Vid let him cry himself out.
After a few weeks Copycat started slowly getting better. But he still didn't know how to start anew.
"Why you want me to live so much?" He was asking from time to time. Vid couldn't answer how she wanted to and went with some therapy lines. It wasn't working well, but it was better than not saying anything. She couldn't tell him the truth just yet.
Copy eventually started leaving her place, going to store all by himself and resocializing. He looked and felt better and better every new day. But Video started feeling weaker and more dim.
One day, Video asked Copycat over. She asked if she can look into his memories. At first Copy didn't understand, She explained that it's how her ability works. She can take an USB wire from her wrist and plug herself to another Addison and learn about everythng what happened in it's life while her patient goes into a sleeping state.
"It's like watching a movie, but with feeling what you did at the moment" She said. After long thinking, Copy agreed but warned her she might hate him afterwards. She assured him that she would never. Copy lay down on the bed and let Vid do the thing.
When he woke up, he noticed Vid, sitting on the bed, facing away from him.
"How was it?" He asked, not sure what to expect
". . ."
"Video?"
"I... need to go outside" She stuttered and stormed out while covering her face. Copy felt fear, thinking she doesn't want to know him anymore.
He failed to see she was crying.
She came back in the morning, reassuring Copy that she wasn't abandoning him. But she admitted that he can't stay with her forever. So a few days later, he left.
He was coming over to her often. To talk, to share, to hang out. But she was becoming weaker and weaker each time. Even faster since he left. He noticed it and asked her what's wrong, but she didn;t want to tell him. So he just continued to visit her as often as he could.
One day, after being gone for a bit longer, he showed up with a bouquet in his hands and knocked on the door. He wanted to thank her yet again and share some news. But she didn't answer. He knocked again. Still nothing. Growing worried, he tried to open the lock on the door. Turns out the door was open, so he let himself in. She was sitting next to the bed, loosely. Almost falling over. She wasn't breathing. It was the first time he has seen her in a regular shirt. That's when Copycat realised why she was always covering her body with long sleeved hoodies, turtlenecks, gloves and scarves. At first he thought she was cutting herself. But that was worse.
On her fingertips and on her neck were dark, awful marks. They looked like a weird virus you would see only in a horror movies.
She was being eaten alive by a disease, like a human cancer. For possibly years. Knowing there was no cure. He now knew why she saved him. It was so selfish, but it got to him more than any of her other advises.
She wanted HIM to live because SHE was the one who didn't want to die. She wanted her last patient to live on, for her.
That day, Copycat cried more than he did ever before and after in his life. And never tried to take his own life again.
#murder#death#addisons#video#video addison#copycat#addison copycat#deltaruneoc#deltarune oc#disease#sickness#ilness#writing#story#idk how to use this app#idk#idk man#idk bruh#plushbunbun
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can you please write a story where narcissa and reader’s baby is sick? (ofc baby’s health will eventually improve) <333
hello, of course. i hope you’ll like it!
characters: Narcissa Black x fem!reader
run down: your and Narcissa’s baby is sick and you don’t know what else to do, Narcissa comes home from work and helps your little baby
warnings: mentions of fever and temperature, soft!reader, soft!narcissa, mom!reader, mom!narcissa, gxg!relationship, etc.
word count: 1,6k+
a/n: baby is called andromeda again<3
“Baby, shh, calm down,” you were hugging your daugter who was crying in your arms, probably because of the high temperature. Her little hot body was leaning on yours, when her hot skin met your, the spot on your skin turned hot immediately.
Starting to panick, you kissed your daughter onto the forehead and flicked your wrist. You had a deal with Narcissa about that you wouldn´t use magic around Andromeda until she didn´t get her letter to Hogwarts, but you couldn´t do anything else at the momet.
You wanted to measure her temperature, even if you were sure about that your baby was sick. You took the clinical thermometer and you adjusted your body in your king sized bed you had in the bedroom.
“Darling I need to take your pajamas top off okay? I will just put this under your armpit and we will wait a few minutes, alright?” You asked Andromeda genltly and she nodded her head to you really weakly, with all her strength leaving her body. You just smiled at her a bit sadly and with her help, you took off the top of her pajamas.
It was all wet. Swallowing, you let it fall onto the floor and then you gently took her left arm. Andromeda raised it in the air a little and you could place the thermometer under her armpit.
“We will wait until it beeps. Just hold it so it won´t fall out okay?” You asked her, but to make sure, you were holding on her shoulder and pressing it a little, because you knew she didn´t have the strenght. “Dobby!” You called for the house elf, ready to ask him to take Andromeda´s sweaty clothes away. He arrived as fast as he could, hearing that you were worried and you looked into his huge blue eyes.
“What does mistress need?” He asked in tiny voice and blinked a couple of times.
“I need you to take these away. And I need you to bring me few wet towels,” you informed the house elf and then the beeping cut you off from saying anything else. You looked at Andromeda and your face turned pale. “Now.”
As quick as the house elf left, the thermometer started beeping. You gently took Andromedas arm and you took out the thermometer, watching the three digital numbers. You took a shaky breath and realized that your daughter had a really high temperature, and if it was about to go higher at the evening, you had no other choice than go to the hospital.
“Alright baby, it is not that bad,” you told her, trying to not stress her even more than she was. As you placed the thermometer onto the bedside table, you turned it off and looked at the covers.
“Dobby here,” a tiny voice filled the room as the little creature walked in and he was bringing the wet towels and also a bucket of water.
“Thank you so much,” you said and immediately reached out your hands to take an already wet towel. You carefully squeezed it to get the water out from the towel and then you turned to Andromeda. Placing your hand onto her forehead, you realized it is even warmer and then you carefully placed the towel on her forehead.
You turned away to take another one and wanted to wrap it around her wrists, but some feeling told you to check the towel on her forehead. It was all hot.
“Darling I will put these onto your wrists and ankles and then we will change the towel on your forehead okay?” You asked, trying to keep your daugter awake and she nodded to you softly. You nodded to yourself as well and took another wet towel and wrapped it around her wrist.
At the same moment you heard the front doors shut and you knew that Narcissa was home. She still didn´t know that your daughter was sick and when you heard the keys land on the top of the shoebox, you breathed out.
“Mommy is already home. I will ask her to make you a warm cup of tea okay?” You asked from Andromeda and she shook her head a little.
“Too ho´ mommy,” she murmurred and you heard the approaching footsteps.
“Where are my darlings? I am home!” Narcissa sang into the corridor and you changed Andromeda´s towels.
“In the bedroom,” you said loudly without looking away from your daughter and then you turned away from her, conjuring a glass of fresh water. When you turned back, Andromeda didn´t even realize that something was in your hands and you brought the glass to her face carefully. “Drink it all okay darling? I need you to drink this,” you told her gently and helped her to support her head.
You had your hand on her upper neck and you held the glass to her lips. Andromeda leant to the glass and you helped her with drinking. When she pulled away, you let her and then you made her drink again.
“What is happening?” Narcissa stood in the doors and she placed her purse onto the little table.
“Andromeda is sick,” you told her honestly and Narcissa rushed to the bed where you were with your daughter.
“How sick?”
“She has a high temperature,” you explained to her and Narcissa immediately placed her hand onto her forehead. “I can´t get it lower and I used cold towels. I still didn´t try to give her the pills from the first aid kit, but-”
“I will go and get them for her. How are you feeling baby?” Narcissa asked from Andromeda gently and she placed her lips onto her forehead.
“I´m too ho´ mom,” she told Narcissa and Narcissa just nodded to her.
“I believe doll,” Narcissa kept talking, trying to disrtact your daughter and when you relalized that she was holding the pills for the high temperature, you knew that she used magic as well. “Now I need you to be brave and take two of these for mom and mommy,” she said and pushed out two pills into her palm.
“Why mom?”
“It will make you feel a lot better, I promise. Mom will take a free day from work tommorow and she will cuddle with you in the bed all day long, hm?” Narcissa asked from Andromeda and gave her the two pills. Andromeda scrunched her nose and moved a little away from Narcissa´s palm and you handed her the water.
“Please baby, I promise you will feel a lot better after taking them,” you promised to Andromeda and you watched her as she slowly leant to Narcissa´s palm. Narcissa adjusted the pills in her hand and she took one between her fingers, to be able to put it into Andromeda´s mouth. “Open doll,” she said softly and Andromeda opened her mouth really carefully.
Narcissa placed the pills into her mouth and as you saw the pills, you knew that those weren´t for high temperature. You looked at Narcissa and she just nodded to you, a prepared bucket was laying next to the bed. You breathed out pretty loudly and you gave Narcissa the glass of water, ready to take the bucket.
“Now you need to drink lot of water okay?” Narcissa asked Andromeda gently and she nodded, drinking and drinking from the glass, from which the water wasn´t disappearing. Narcissa had used some magic here once again. You looked at Andromeda, who´s eyes widened and then she was about to lean down and throw up, but Narcissa was fast enough. She took the bucket and placed it under Andromeda´s chin.
“Thank god,” Narcissa breathed out and you nodded to her. Andromeda was too busy with throwing up, you could see that. You were really feeling so bad for your baby, but you knew this was about to help her.
“She will feel better now, right?”
“Yes, but she needs to sleep a lot,” Narcissa agreed with you and you nodded once again.
“What was it?” You asked while Andromeda was still a little busy with throwing up and you scratched her back. With your other hand you took her hair and kissed her onto her shoulder.
“A throw up potion,” Narcissa said honestly and she sighed. You smiled at her and waited for Andromeda to finish her little work.
When she seemed like she was finished, Narcissa handed her a glass. Andromeda shook her head and pulled away.
“Darling just wash your mouth out,” Narcissa explained to her and Andromeda really carefully took a sip of the glass and washed her mouth out, spitting the water into the bucket. “Alright, we both with mom need you to rest okay? I will take this away and mom will cuddle with you,” Narcissa promised and you climbed upper on the bed, laying down next to Andromeda.
She really carefully placed her head onto your shoulder and her shoulder was under your armpit. She turned into your chest and you checked her forehead once again. Thank god, the temperature got lower.
Andromeda breathed out really heavily and you hugged her. Brushing her hair out of her face, you looked at your daughter and smiled.
“Do you feel better little one?”
“A little,” she mumbled and Narcissa was already back in the bedroom. She smiled at you as you looked at her and climbed up to Andromeda from the other side.
“Now sleep love. You will feel a lot better and tommorow when you will be all okay, we will go to play in the gardens with Dobby. Alright?” You asked her and Narcissa smiled.
“I love you mommy. And mom too,” Andromeda whispered and tiredness took over her little body. Her eyes closed and you breathed out. She was asleep.
“Thank you Cissy,” you looked up at Narcissa and she nodded.
“Of course,” smiling, she took your hand and you looked at them. She slid her fingers between yours and you smiled down, knowing that toghether you could deal with anything what the life served you.
#narcissa malfoy#sickness#y/n#shortstory#oneshot#narcissablack#ilness#ynandcissysbaby#sickbaby#babyandromeda#harrypotter#harrypotterfluff#harry potter fanfiction#harrypotterfandom#gxg
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concept art: borderline personality disorder
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Have you heard of the illness hysteria siberiana? Try to imagine this: You're a farmer, living all alone on the Siberian tundra. Day after day you plow your fields. As far as the eye can see, nothing. To the north, the horizon, to the east, the horizon, to the south, to the west, more of the same. Every morning, when the sun rises in the east, you go out to work in your fields. When it's directly overhead, you take a break for lunch. When it sinks in the west, you go home to sleep. And then one day, something inside you dies. Day after day you watch the sun rise in the east, pass across the sky, then sink in the west, and something breaks inside you and dies. You toss your plow aside and, your head completely empty of thought, begin walking toward the west. Heading toward a land that lies west of the sun. Like someone, possessed, you walk on, day after day, not eating or drinking, until you collapse on the ground and die. That's hysteria siberiana.
Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun, 1992
#haruki murakami#hysteria siberiana#south of the border#west of the sun#japanese literature#books and libraries#quotes#dark acadamia aesthetic#classic literature#world literature#japanese novels#literary text#ilness#landscape
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I got home at 9:00pm last night, ate some Taco Bell, and then puked on and off for TWELVE HOURS. I just now woke up…
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In 1995, most of the true Martians (called Spiders by the humans) were almost all killed off by the human illness Chicken Pox. (The Martian Death March, X-Minus One, Radio Play)
#nerds yearbook#1995#mars#martian#the martian death march#spiders#x minus one#radio#radio drama#sci fi#ernest kinoy#ilness#pandemic#chicken pox#aliens
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Local goth cryptid goes through a tough breakup 😔
#good omens#good omens 2#crowley#nina good omens#mrs sandwich#ineffable divorce#another day another breakup in Soho#crolwey drama queen <3#NINA DAGLI LA MORTEEEEE111!!!!1(ONE)111!!!#demone locale sbrocca in maniera teatrale#NINA DACCI IL KAFFEEEEE
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get it as a print here ;)
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I kind of want to write a book that is basically only irony and criticism on how media romantizes disabilities/ (chronic) illnesses but then I would be working on like 5 big projects…
NO BUT HEAR ME OUT I want a book with chapters as “rules” so for example “rule #23 always keep fighting” and most of the chapters will be sarcasm and the absolute opposite of what you should do, (But what media sees as normal.) except for a few chapters where you will see the “character” breaking down.
I think it would be a very nice contrast to see for example “I am so tired and I don’t know how to keep going” and directly after “rule #6 always keep smiling!”
And I will include a disclaimer that if you recognise these things in yourself that you should get help and that no one should follow these rules for the people who don’t understand the tone.
I’m so exited thinking about this because I have always wanted to write something about being sick and this idea just feels right while all the others felt fake.
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Bildad's battle cry in the italian dubbing always cracks me up...
In english he's like: "Woah woah woah there!" but in italian he's like "WOOOOOO OHOOH-WOWODBOLOBOWAWAWA".
#bildad the shuhite#good omens#david tennant#michael sheen#I have a lot of beefs with italian dubbing but this is so funny lol#people need to hear this even just once#bildad il suchita#edit: the voice actor is#Christian Iansante#perfect voice match for Crowley imho#mi sono completamente dimenticata di creditarlo nei tag😭
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// honkai star rail 1.2
"reunited" pt. 1
astral fam reunited with dan heng but make it a teensy bit dramatic 😋
(had fun doing this liddol comic i was so excited to post it here 🥹)
link for bonus part:
#honkai star rail#hsr fanart#hsr#dan heng#dan heng il#yinyue jun#march 7th#stelle#trailblazer#welt yang#jing yuan#fu xuan#astral express#astral family#my mimirs#i love them#i would die 4 them#DO NOT SEPARATE#ASTRAL FAM IS A PACKAGE DEAL#also pls come home dan heng il ueueueueuueueueue
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