#internal conflicts

[aventurineswife]

ASDGJDDKKDJSSJSH REQS ARE OPENNNN

anyways can i req aventurine, kinich, and sunday with a reader thats really proficient in medicine and stuff, like theyre a doctor or apothecary or something, but have reallyreallyreally bad health irl? like they cam diagnose and recognize illness easily, and then proceed to overwork, forget to eat, and probably faint (HELP REAL i have orthostatic hypotension). the irony is funny to me idk😭😭

The Healer’s Curse

Synopsis: In a universe where survival demands brilliance, a gifted yet chronically ill medic navigates a precarious balance between tending to others and neglecting their own well-being. Despite their exceptional knowledge of medicine, their body remains fragile—betraying them with faint spells, exhaustion, and unspoken pain.

Tags: Sunday x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Kinich x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Emotional Intimacy, Medical Themes, Mutual Care, Overwork, Found Family, Unspoken Affection, Tension & Trust, Internal Conflict, Protective Instincts, Soft Angst.

Warnings: Chronic Illness, Fainting, Overwork, Mention of Starvation/Dehydration, Emotional Distress, Medical Discussions, Mild Body Horror (In Passing), Survivor’s Guilt, Trauma References, Subtle Romantic Tension.

A/N: That sounds tough, I hope it gets better for you soon! 😭🙏

It was almost comedic, how you could recite symptoms and treatments in your sleep, how even IPC operatives sought you out for diagnoses and salves… and yet, here you were, eyes sunken, breath shallow, slumped over a half-written prescription.

Aventurine found you like that.

He paused in the doorway, his ever-present smirk twitching. “Now, that’s a twist. Doctor, heal thyself, hmm?”

No answer.

His boots clicked softly as he crossed the room, glancing over your cluttered desk—vials, handwritten notes, uncapped pens, untouched tea gone cold. He tapped a knuckle against the wood, not unkindly.

“Hey. Wake up, darling. You can’t win the gamble if you’re unconscious at the table.”

When you stirred, blinking sluggishly, he let out a slow breath. Relief, disguised as theatrical exasperation.

“You diagnose others like a miracle, but when it comes to yourself… What’s the phrase? Pot calling the cauldron black?”

He sat on the desk, balancing a gold chip on his knuckles. His voice lowered.

“You're burning out. Again. And I know a bad hand when I see it.”

You tried to protest, but Aventurine held up a finger.

“Nope. This isn’t negotiable. You owe me a favor anyway, remember? I’m cashing it in. Right now. You rest. I manage your workload. Try not to faint again while I’m doing your job.”

And for once, his ever-confident eyes glinted with something fragile—concern, almost too real to bear.

“You’re doing it again.”

His voice, low and flat, echoed from the cave mouth.

You didn’t look up—your hands were busy grinding root extracts, your nose stuffed with the acrid stench of curing herbs. There were potions to brew. People to treat. Problems to fix.

But Kinich walked in anyway, crossed the space between you in long strides, and yanked the pestle from your hands. You stumbled a bit. Dizzy. Oh.

“Did you eat?”

Silence.

“...I’ll take that as a no.”

He didn’t lecture. He never did. But his jaw set tight, and the amber-green of his split eyes gleamed sharply.

You hated how he looked at you then. Like a creature caught in its own trap.

Kinich turned, rummaged through your satchel, and produced the stale bread you’d forgotten days ago. Without a word, he broke it in half and pressed it into your hands. His fingers lingered—not soft, but grounding.

“I’ve seen too many Saurians collapse under their own weight. I’m not watching you go the same way.”

You chuckled weakly. “You care.”

He didn’t answer. But he sat down beside you, silent as snowfall, and didn’t leave until you finished eating.

You didn’t notice when he arrived. The dreamscape's remnants still clung to you—fragments of light, a headache blooming like ink beneath your skin.

Sunday stood at the doorway, wings gently tucked, halo dimmed. He didn’t speak immediately.

“You’ve missed four meals,” he finally murmured, eyes golden and heavy with unshed weariness. “And the last time you rested was…?”

You couldn’t remember.

He sighed—not in frustration, but sorrow. “You heal so many, and yet... I wonder who taught you that your suffering is worth so little?”

Your breath hitched. You couldn’t answer.

Sunday moved closer, gently brushing aside your hair. His gloved hands cradled your face, and the warmth of his touch felt unreal.

“I used to believe dreams were safer than reality. But watching you now—fading while awake—it feels no different.”

He wrapped his scarf around your shoulders, guiding you to sit. His wings fluttered once, then stilled. “Let me carry some of your burdens. Even just for a while.”

You tried to speak, to deflect with practiced logic—but he pressed a finger to your lips, eyes luminous.

“For once,” he whispered, “let the healer be healed.”

[stylistic-nightmare]

Coroner - Internal Conflicts

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[historyandmemes]

RAFAH, Gaza Strip (AP) — More than half a million people in Gaza — a quarter of the population — are starving, according to a report Thursday by the U.N. and other agencies that highlights the humanitarian crisis caused by Israel’s bombardment and siege on the territory in response to Hamas’ Oct. 7 attack. The extent of the population’s hunger eclipsed even the near-famines in Afghanistan and Yemen of recent years, according to figures in the report. The report warned that the risk of famine is “increasing each day,” blaming the hunger on insufficient aid entering Gaza. “It doesn’t get any worse,’’ said Arif Husain, chief economist for the U.N.’s World Food Program. “I have never seen something at the scale that is happening in Gaza. And at this speed.” ... At the start of the war, Israel stopped all deliveries of food, water, medicine and fuel into the territory. After U.S. pressure, it allowed a trickle of aid in through Egypt. But U.N. agencies say only 10% of Gaza’s food needs has been entering for weeks. (Dec. 21, 2023 | Source)

DON'T LOOK AWAY.

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The fall of Egypt

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STARVATION EATS AT GAZA'S CHILDREN AS ISRAELI OCCUPATION CONTINUES IT'S GENOCIDE

📹 The 9-year-old child, Muhammad Kloub, dies in Al-Aqsa Martyr's Hospital in Deir al-Balah, in the central Gaza Strip, as result of the Israeli occupation's ongoing starvation campaign by its closure of the Rafah and Karm Abu Salem border crossings.

The Zionist army has physically burned down the Palestinian side of the Rafah border crossing, rendering the structure and facilities useless to prevent food from entering the Gaza Strip.

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[cloudyydraws]

dormancy

upright version

[wistfulwatcher]

[bored-boring-and-tired]

me currently:

“i want people to have crushes on me so badly because i thrive on external validation and im super insecure so i really really want people to have crushes on me”

also me, being aroace and sex/romance-repulsed (if someone has a crush on me):

“pleasepleasepleaseplease nobody have a crush on me and ESPECIALLY DONT TELL ME because then i have to reject you and i hate rejecting people and then i’ll probably have to come out to avoid hurting anyone because i overthink everything ahahahha”

[bayetea]

son of neptune is also funny because the characters have no significant issue with each other. every other previous mainline book involves some kind of tense dynamic with the questing characters. in tlt it's percy and annabeth. in som annabeth hates tyson and percy is defensive of him whilst trying to swallow the fact that he's embarrassed to have a monster for a brother. in ttc percy and thalia and zoë are all fighting with each other constantly. in botl percy is back to childish quarreling with annabeth over the luke/rachel stuff + grover is scared of tyson + annabeth is intensely antagonistic towards rachel. and in tlo percy and annabeth are bickering again + percy strangles nico for lying to him. even jason and piper (though jason is still immediately jumping off a cliff to save her whilst unaware that he can fly) have instant tension in their dynamic that runs through the veins of tlh and beyond + leo struggles with feeling like a third wheel + piper is worried about betraying them for her father and that impacts the way she interacts with them

and then son of neptune rolls around and percy is immediately just like Wow you two are just awesome. I know we just met but we're besties now. and frank and hazel both already like + know each other and they immediately stick their necks out for percy and like him. like this has never happened in any other book before. they don't clash with each other At All. they have uncomplicated affection for each other in all directions of their trio and that kindness and affection is the soul of son of neptune. they are just so so friendly to one another and the only source of awkwardness among the main characters is frank's crush on hazel since the start of the book, a crush that barely even results in any real tension or conflict because they're still best friends from the jump and hazel likes him too, she's just a lot less willing to do anything about it because she hates herself and thinks gonna die by the end of the week

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[aventurineswife]

I enjoy seeing your writings pop-up in the character tags. I also especially like how much fun you have with some of the prompts.

I saw requests are open, so I have an interesting request for you. The HSR Universe is ripe for suggestions and weird things, so why not?

I couldn't decide on who to pick for this prompt. So for maybe like 3 HSR characters of your choice, can I ask for a reader that decides to take an experimental drink, thinking nothing of it, but it ends up leaving reader reader with a temporary heart mark on their skin that turns colors based on their emotions? (I.e. A mood ring type of situation?)

“Feelings Are Just Colors in Disguise”

Tags: Sunday x Reader, Mydei x Reader, Anaxa x Reader, Slow-Burn Hints, Emotional Connection, Magical Realism, Light Mystery/Speculative Magic, Emotion-Based Magic, Slight Introspection and Internal Conflict, Light Banter (Especially with Anaxa), Gentle Warmth and Comfort (Mydei and Sunday), Themes Of Identity And Vulnerability.

Warnings: Minor Injury Mentions (No Graphic Violence), Emotional Vulnerability And Exploration Of Complex Feelings, Mild Existential Themes and Philosophical Reflection (Anaxa, Sunday), Brief References To Past Trauma Or Loss (Handled Sensitively), Experimental Magic and Body Markings.

A/N: I'm glad you enjoy them! <33

The battlefield was quiet for once.

You sat near the campfire, a little tent away from the rest of Mydei’s soldiers. Your fingers curled around a strange flask handed to you earlier by one of the alchemists from Okhema. “Experimental drink,” they’d said. “For fortification.” You barely listened—tired, thirsty, and desperate for anything that didn't taste like boiled roots and despair.

The liquid was sweet and strange—like pomegranate but effervescent and tinged with cheese. Oddly comforting.

Within minutes, a sharp warmth bloomed across your collarbone. You looked down and gasped.

A glowing heart-shaped mark pulsed there, tinted gold-orange.

“What in the—?”

“...You’ve been marked,” came a voice behind you, low and steady.

You turned to see Mydei, the Guardian of Amphoreus himself, crouching beside you. His eyes narrowed at the glowing heart. “I’ve seen marks of magic, but not this.” His gaze was calculating but not unkind.

“It changes color,” you muttered, pressing your hand over the glowing skin. “Based on emotion, I think.”

“It’s orange now,” he murmured. “Hopeful. Curious.”

You swallowed. “Is that...good?”

Mydei’s fingers brushed yours away gently. His gauntleted hand hovered near the mark, not touching—but close enough that you felt the heat between you.

“You should rest,” he said. But he lingered. “I’ll stay. To make sure it doesn’t...spread.”

You caught a flicker of red in the heart.

He noticed too. A rare smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Red. You fear me?”

“I—No!” you stammered. “That was—surprise. Not fear.”

“Mm.” He tilted his head, hair catching the firelight. “We’ll see.”

The mark flickered again—a warm, soft pink.

He didn’t tease. He didn’t gloat. Just leaned in closer and whispered, “Then you have nothing to be afraid of.”

“Drink this,” Anaxa said, sliding a shimmering vial your way across the cluttered workshop bench.

You frowned. “Last time you said that, I couldn’t stop quoting dead philosophers in rhyme for three hours.”

“Consider that a success,” he grinned, wild-eyed and amused. “This one’s subtler. Stimulates emotional resonance. I hypothesize it’ll project your internal state to the surface.”

You rolled your eyes—but downed it anyway. It was teal and fizzled like starlight.

And then it happened. A searing sensation just over your heart. You yanked your shirt aside, revealing a vivid heart symbol on your skin—magenta.

“Fascinating!” Anaxa clapped. “Magenta—emotional intensity. Possibly love. Or embarrassment. Maybe a repressed desire to throttle me. Which would be fair.”

You stared, horrified. “It glows!”

He leaned forward, eyes gleaming. “So does truth. Most people just spend their lives hiding from it.”

The heart flickered bright red.

“Ah—anger now. Excellent emotional range. You're practically a living thesis.”

You stood up. “This is humiliating!”

He didn’t stop you—just followed you out into the moonlight, curious.

Silence stretched. You wrapped your arms around yourself, heart glowing violet now.

He studied the color. “Fear and mystery,” he said softly. “But not of me.”

“No,” you admitted, voice small. “Just...of what this means. Of being seen.”

Anaxa was quiet a moment. Then, to your surprise, he took off his glove, revealing a crimson sigil glowing faintly on his palm. “Then let me be seen too,” he said, placing his hand just inches from your heart.

The mark shifted to silver-blue.

Clarity. Vulnerability. A chance.

It happened during the layover at a celestial observatory.

You wandered through the festival bazaar, eyes catching on a Halovian vendor’s glittering elixirs. You asked for something new. Something unique.

They gave you a gentle drink, honey-smooth with lavender undertones. The moment it touched your lips, you felt warmth settle over your chest. Then—the mark appeared.

A faint heart, right above your sternum. At first, it shimmered pale blue.

You found Sunday sitting on the edge of a terrace, eyes watching the cosmos.

When he saw you, his wings fluttered gently. “You’ve changed,” he said, and your breath hitched.

You explained quickly, nervously—about the mark, about the drink.

He studied it silently. Then: “It’s...beautiful.”

You blinked. “It’s revealing.”

“Most beauty is.”

The heart glowed peach, soft and warm. Sunday’s eyes flicked to the color.

“I wonder,” he murmured. “What would I see if I bore such a mark? Guilt? Longing? Maybe...hope.”

You sat beside him. “Try,” you said, lifting his hand and placing it near your heart.

The heart turned a deep gold.

For a moment, Sunday said nothing. But his halo glowed softly, and a breeze stirred his scarf.

“That’s new,” he said. “It means you feel...safe. Around me.”

You looked at him, truly looked—and saw the flicker of conflict behind his serene mask.

“Maybe you could try,” you whispered. “Letting someone in.”

His fingers curled around yours.

And the heart turned white.

Peace. Maybe fleeting—but real.

[quantummindclassicalheart]

I think Brennan did something interesting with the Porter and Gorgug scene in the last episode. Porter is by all appearances a competent Barbarian teacher. He understands the role of Rage and its mechanical combat benefits, and he even recognizes how Gorgug uses Rage to protect those he cares about. But he doesn't understand how multiclassing into a caster fits into that framework.

And it's true! In 5e you can't cast or concentrate on spells in a Rage. But-- Artificers work a little different than other casters! Alchemist Elixirs and Arcane Cannons aren't technically spells. Arcane Armor just works. And so does the Steel Defender.

Of any caster I think the Artificer is probably the best-suited to multiclass Barbarian because their key subclass features are largely not spells. But it also runs into the problem of requiring multiple high stats. Barbarians already want high STR and CON, and Artificers need INT for their spells and spell saves.

And so there's this narrative tension here. Brennan the DM obviously wants to let his player have fun with the character build-- embracing the creative artificer side of himself is a great character moment for Gorgug, bearer of the tin flower. Someone who has always channeled Rage to protect those he cares about but who has also been called to create and preserve beauty.

And yet mechanically, it's a difficult build. We didn't see Gorgug cast anything in the Night Yorb battle, as far as I recall? And in-universe, classes are a formally recognized thing that require approval. But Gorgug can't be the kind of Barbarian that Porter wants him to be. So he has to show that he can be a different kind of Barbarian-- one whose magic integrates and synergizes with his Rage rather than opposing it.

We see Gorgug still insecure about his homunculus and about the solar lasso, even though these are objectively impressive feats. So it's not a skill issue but an internal conflict-- it's only once Gorgug reconciles and synthesizes his magic with his Barbarian side that the in-world powers that be will recognize him for all of who he is.

[alwaysbewoke]

[historyandmemes]

(Note: See updated post) The new DRAFT U.N. Resolution, set to be voted on today, calls for:

• ... “urgent and extended humanitarian pauses” in the fighting throughout Gaza and the opening of corridors inside the enclave “for a sufficient number of days to enable full, rapid, safe and unhindered humanitarian access.” • U.N. Secretary General António Guterres to appoint a senior coordinator “with responsibility for facilitating, coordinating, monitoring, and verifying in Gaza, as appropriate, the humanitarian nature” of all assistance, and demands that “the parties to the conflict cooperate with the coordinator to fulfill their mandate without delay or obstruction.” • ... “immediate and unconditional” release of the hostages. It also demands that “all parties to the conflict comply with their obligations under international law ... including with regard to the conduct of hostilities and the protection of civilians and civilian objects.” • It reiterates the council’s “unwavering commitment” to a two-state solution for Israelis and Palestinians and “stresses the importance of unifying the Gaza Strip with the West Bank under the Palestinian Authority.” (12/22/23 | Source: WaPo)

Although the resolution's language was toned down, this is a sign of progress. While such measures are long overdue and should have been honored from the start, we must do everything possible to meet the urgent humanitarian needs in Gaza and relieve unfathomable suffering.

DON'T STOP POSTING. KEEP UP THE PUBLIC PRESSURE. DEFEND HUMAN RIGHTS.

Stay tuned for today's vote.

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"WHAT WAS THE CHILD'S FAULT": 9 DEAD IN ISRAELI MASSACRE

📹 "What was the child's fault?"

A Palestinian woman asks while holding the dead body of a young child killed in Israeli airstrikes on the Bureij Refugee Camp, in the central Gaza Strip on Sunday, June 16th.

In another gruesome massacre in Gaza; according to local reporting, 9 civilians were killed, including 6 children, after Israeli warplanes bombed two residential homes in the Bureij Camp, in the central Gaza Strip on Sunday.

Local sources said the Israeli occupation forces bombed a residential home belonging to the Al-Khatib family, and another belonging to the Al-Najjar family, in the Bureij Refugee Camp, killing 7 and 2 civilians, respectively, and wounding several others.

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