#chronically ill mc

[selenodont]

Starting Obey Me just makes me realize how much of a little shit I’d be.

“K I don’t care if I’m in Hell and got chosen or whatever tf. I have MEDICATIONS and DOCTORS APPTS.” “Y’all chose the worst human out there. I am so regretfully high maintenance.” “Dude just send me back. It won’t be too long until I’m back down here anyway.” “Do you guys have doctors who can treat chronic illnesses and good healthcare?”

No one takes me away from my meds. Not even willingly but I would be a puddle of pain and heart rate spikes in like 8hrs.

[imsociallyanxiousgetoverit]

Trailblazer has full body chronic pain from the Stellaron (as did Cocolia in specifically her head from the influence) so when one day they’re injured enough to pass out and is healed using futuristic tech (or the more realistic route that they’re given pain medication) they freak out once awake because everything feels very different in an almost too good way (maybe they feel too light, floaty, like dissociation, since they aren’t used to that lack of constant grounding) so they struggle to understand they aren’t like in a bad situation; WHICH means we can have others realize they have chronic pain (including them btw they didnt know they were in pain constantly cuz they legit Woke Up Like That) and like ya know everyone together having to figure out how they feel about it and what can be done to help, if anything

[arsontastic-fandom-takes]

It was an average day in the Devildom. (at least this version of it)

MC had shown up to the HOL and did whatever the 7 brothers needed them to, with the compulsory antics ensuing, as was customary. They were having fun, and it was all going well.

Until it wasn't.

The signs that they should rest their eyes started at around 14:16, and, like a stubborn idiot, they ignored them. The brothers would be here to take care of them, after all.

They didn't realise that they weren't in their timeline until their eyes were burning and they were rushing to their room, looking for eye drops, only to realise that it wasn't their room yet and their eyedrops were in Cocytus Hall, with Solomon.

As much as they loved the dumbass, they wouldn't trust him with this. And, while he could deal with joint pains and fatigue episodes, he couldn't deal with them constantly rubbing their eyes to try and alleviate the searing pain. He was an extremely powerful sorcerer who had even the strongest demons in his league, but he couldn't deal with people massaging their eyes. Or putting in eye drops.

Another thing about this timeline: none of the brothers trusted them yet. They're a weird demon to them, newly fallen angels, and asking them to look after them while their head hurt too much to think was downright stupid at this point in time.

As they were lamenting about their unfortunate circumstances, the door to the room opened behind them, and as soon as they heard who it was, MC knew they were fucked.

Their back still to the door, MC took a deep breath in and closed their eyes.

"What are you doing in here?" Lucifer asked, his voice threatening. One wrong move, and they'd have to deal with his anger, which, even on a good day, was unpleasant.

Heaven's sake, how do they even reply to that question without getting into trouble? They didn't think they could.

They willed themself to turn around, towards the light that was making them want to claw their eyeballs out, and open their eyes. Might as well be facing him when he kills them.

He was far away and blurry. Fuck, they weren't wearing their glasses. That's probably why the world itself seemed to hate them.

"... Well?" Dangerous. That was how they would explain this situation before them, were they asked. Even though they struggled to make out his face, it didn't take a genius to figure out he was challenging them.

He flips the light switch on, and all they can do to defend the attack against their corneas is to fall to their knees and cover their eyes, crying out. They suddenly felt very nauseous. Why does their eyes hurting always cause them to feel nauseous?

Nausea was one of the things they hated most. Naturally, behind burning pain and feeling useless. They were experiencing all three of those, but who truly cared? They'd dealt with this bullshit before and they'll probably survive, so they just have to wait it out and hope it feels better.

.....

Are their eyes getting worse, or are they just overexaggerating the problem? Either way, the backs of their eyes were feeling as if they had been dipped into molten lava and they had to keep an arm over their mouth to feel like they wouldn't puke. When was the last time they ate? Most of the food they had been able to eat didn't exist yet or weren't available in the Devildom yet, so they'd just been ignoring the growing pain in their stomach.

Oh shit. What if they starve to death?

That was unlikely, they knew, but it was still horrifying. Starving was one of the worst ways to die, other than dehydration, drowning, suffocation, and being burned alive. The thought of their stomach acid slowly eating through it's container, days worth of lacking nutrition and sustenance making their body turn against them, was causing them to hold their arm closer to their mouth, mostly in raw fear.

They was so caught up in their thoughts that they didn't notice Lucifer crouching down next to them until the feeling of a gloved hand on their head brought them out of their spiral.

They startled, opening their eyes despite the pain. He was close enough that they didn't need to be wearing their glasses to see him properly, and had concern etched onto his face, the earlier danger nowhere to be seen.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his hand returning to his side now that he'd caught their attention.

"Honestly? Not at all." They gave a humorless laugh.

"May I inquire about what's wrong?"

"Oh, just being plagued by visions. Y'know, the usual." They spoke the term they were used to. Back in their time, they had started referring to their eye problems like this to lighten their mood, and it just stuck.

Lucifer raised his eyebrow. It took them a second to realise that he hadn't encountered this yet.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry. You probably don't know what I'm talking about. My eyes sometimes start burning, and I started calling it being 'plagued by visions' a few years ago."

"Ah. Burning, you say?"

"Yeah, it's usually, like, this searing pain at the backs of my eyes. Light usually makes it worse."

"Okay. Why were you in this room, though?"

Shit. They couldn't say this used to be their room. What excuse could they make to explain this? Maybe they could say half-truths?

"I thought my eye drops were in here. They weren't, though."

He eyed them suspiciously.

"Why would they be here? Last I remember, this room was off limits."

Lying to a very powerful demon wasn't that bad, right? Oh well, in for a penny, in for a dime.

"I honestly don't know."

He squinted at them. They squinted back.

After a while of staring at eachother, Lucifer spoke again.

"You said light makes it worse, correct?" A nod of confirmation. "Will you be able to walk home by yourself in this condition?"

They shrugged. "I don't know for sure, but I'll manage."

He scoffed. "If you are so willing to get away from here that you'd put your safety on the line, I don't know what to tell you. I will say that I won't permit our only attendant being run over on their way home, though."

"What do you suggest I do instead, then?"

"I suggest that you let me walk you home."

That caught them off guard. The Lucifer from their timeline never had to walk them home, but he only started walking them to their room after they became close. Maybe this was to do with Lucifer only recently having fallen. Maybe he's still used to his angel ways, as unlikely as that sounds.

Still, a part of their heart fluttered. Him showing signs of caring about what happens to them is currently akin to finding an oasis in a desert. They missed him being affectionate.

"All right. Thank you."

The walk home was nice, even if the street lights made them want to cry and it was quite silent. Lucifer was surprisingly helpful on the way, and now they were both standing at the front door of Cocytus Hall.

Mc turned around, gave a final salute to Lucifer, and then rang the doorbell before screaming. "Solomon, I know you're home already! Get your ass out of here and help your poor apprentice get into their home!"

After what seemed like a second of thought, they added; "And I swear to Diavolo that if you're anywhere near my stove, I will kick your ass."

After a minute, the door opened to reveal Solomon wearing a stain-covered apron. It was, indeed, the case that he had been cooking. "Oh, hello, dear! I thought I'd make you some dinner after your long day of work." At a murmer of "You little- I thought we agreed on you not using the kitchen?", he laughed. Then, he noticed Lucifer and raised an eyebrow.

Before he could question, Lucifer spoke up. "I was walking your, ahem, apprentice, home. I'll take my leave now."

Although the walk home for MC was pleasant, Lucifer's was full of doubts. Why had he offered to take them home? They probably could have made it themself. Also, why did he feeling so.. negative when Solomon called them 'dear'? He knew the two of them were in a relationship, it had been made apparent to him as soon as they could, but why did it irk him so?

He had paperwork to worry about, this was moronic to focus on.

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[bllshtbel]

i need xaden riorson biblically

[cherry-pop-elf]

Since I am trapped in the hospital, until the doctors say otherwise, I’ll have plenty of free time to answer any questions you have for me. Given, well, not like I have much else to do. Doesn’t seem like I have any visitors either. I’m doubtful anyone from Durmstrang is going to pay me a visit. At least I have Mr. Weasley. When he isn’t swamped at the shop, he comes to spend time with me. Gives me sweets. Says a old friend of his had this little gimmick where he would hand out chocolate after Demnator attacks. “Hard to stay sad with a mouth full of chocolate-“ The sentiment means the most, but no amount of candy can make me feel better. Not this time. So, ask away. It’s better than staring at the ceiling all day, while your body fights you tooth and nail to keep you grounded. Left to the sounds of the staff, and books i refuse to read. Never thought I would hate to read about dragons right now. So, tell me what’s on your mind, Мой друг.

[anxietytwist]

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Fashion:

Cozy/comfortable

Notes:

Height-> 5'9"

Body type-> ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ they're flat

Orientation-> Demiromantic Greysexual

❤️‍🩹Nicolás

▪︎ Billie is touch-averse. . .but also touch-starved :'( ▪︎ They tend to smoke when stressed ▪︎ When working Billie prefers to wear a glamor, they REALLY don't enjoy people looking™ at them; appearing like a "plain" human helps (though they do miss the comradery from other monsters) ▪︎ Their current body is sexless (in the future they'd like to invest in adjusting this model into 1 with a "female sexed" lower portion) ▪︎ Their scars are kintsugi (they have a lot, most are just from them being clumsy though) ▪︎ The only "memorabilia" they have displayed in their room is a sewing kit ▪︎ Billie has 0 relationship experience (mainly cuz they're pretty withdrawn & anxious AF)

☆ Before their 2nd stint at The Yard, Billie was kind & optimistic; often overcompensating when treated poorly. . .Nowadays that "light" is dim; their kindness, however, remains unchanged. ☆

Picrew used:

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

thinking about. redesigning the dads

[curatoroffiction]

A Pain In The-

Crewel decides to teach the class about a type of potion that allows two people to be physically linked to each other. They'll experience everything the other person feels. He uses you and your lab partner as the example subjects. What he doesn't know, is that you have immense and debilitating chronic pain. This is a College/University AU where all the characters are adults. ---

I started this series a while back, so the first two chapters are an older style of my writing. It started as a way to vent through my chronic pain, and then became a way to explore different chronic illness problems I experience through the lens of some comforting characters. Because of this, the experiences are very personal, so it might not be relatable for everyone! Some chapters in this series might be more relatable for readers than others. This piece is absolutely not meant to encompass the entire chronically ill experience. It’s designed to be a series of snapshots of how people can experience and face these kinds of problems. The first chapter is very short because it sets the stage for all of the other chapters that come after it. ---

Warnings:

- Characters from the series are subjected to experiencing chronic illness symptoms (If you don’t like watching characters suffer, this definitely ain’t the series for you. Hahaha) - Reader is chronically ill and experiences chronic pain/fatigue/other chronic symptoms

- This series is written from personal experience, and may have an unrelatable expression of these symptoms of chronic illness as a result.

Chapter 1: A Problem Set In Motion

"I'm going to need two volunteers- Ah, you! And you." Crewel leads you and your lab partner to the front of the classroom. He holds two potions in his hands. "Today, we're going to learn about Tethered Potions. Potions whose effects are tied to each other. Sometimes, these potions can cause two individuals to share an experience." He hands each of you one of the potions. "Please drink."

Your lab partner and you are hesitant at first, but there's no getting around it. You both drink your potions and Professor Crewel smiles, turning to the class, about to speak- That is, until your lab partner clutches themselves and falls off of their stool.

The entire room stares at Professor Crewel, who looks baffled. The potion shouldn't have done that. But when he looks to you, you're absolutely fine. Crewel's eyes are calculating as your lab partner writhes on the floor. "... What are you experiencing, ___?"

"Uh, nothing?" You question, raising your eyebrow. Although, now that he mentions it, the more your lab partner rolls around, the more you begin to feel sensations. He can see you internally processing this. "Actually, wait. I can feel... I can feel the floor? On my shoulder and back?"

"And you don't feel any pain?"

"Not any more than usual."

There's the ticket. "Any more than.. usual..?" Crewel asks, beginning to help your lab partner off the ground.

"Ah.. I experience chronic pain. So if I'm supposed to be experiencing pain, it probably just isn't hitting my usual threshold."

"This set of potions isn't meant to cause pain - It's meant to cause the two who consume it to be physically linked. They experience everything the other is experiencing. It appears I've accidentally subjected one of the other students to your chronic pain.”

You shoot a sympathetic glance to your lab partner. Though, you'd be lying if you said you felt bad right now. It's almost a little validating to know that your pain is that disruptive to someone who never experiences it.

"You two may take the remainder of class off. The potion's effects will last until the end of the day. I'll fill you in on what you've missed. I can't very well have a writhing student in my class. Please do take care of your partner."

You help your partner hobble out into the hall. Every move of your body causing them more pain as they experience the agony that it is just for you to walk.

----- End Chapter ----- You can read the rest of this series, and other works, here!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38190991/chapters/95414188

[vroomian]

sometimes writing just feels like yelling 'who are you?' while shaking my mc upside down until the answers fall out

[undonerhapsodize]

so im not so big into the dsmp as i use to be, but im soooo tempted to write a c!dream fic for like.... no reason. nothing big, just a little blurb after this i plan on posting the part 2 to my kunigami fic. mans will never leave my workbench

[selenodont]

If a person with POTS or circulation issues was to be in Obey Me, I would be teleported and fully pass out in front of the Student Council.

Like the change in gravity and also I can’t imagine what teleportation into hell would be like when standing up and sitting down makes the world spin and my vision blur for me.

[obeythedemons]

Immortality [Obey Me! Solomon & Lance, Barbatos/Lance]

Note: Mentions of possible death. Dealing with vascular type ehlers-danlos syndrome basically. I get to find out if I have that in June of next year. Yayyyyy.

References this fic:

Demon in the Rain

Obey Me! Masterlist

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“Solomon,” Lance spoke in the doorway and drew the sorcerer’s attention from the runes he was studying. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Of course, have a seat,” Solomon responded immediately. He stood and turned his chair around so that he could face Lance before he sat back down. “What can I do for my little apprentice?”

Lance took a seat and eyed his teacher. “How does your immortality work?”

 “What do you mean?” Solomon asked with a tilt of his head.

“Does it just stop you from aging? Or does it stop you from dying from illness or injuries?”

Solomon leaned back in his chair with a sigh. “Well, I haven’t exactly gone and tried to get myself decapitated or anything, but it does seem like what should be a life-ending injury wouldn’t actually kill me. The same goes for different diseases. It hurts, sure, but they heal with the help of magic and time. Why are you asking?”

Lance looked away and wrung his hands together. “So if I had an aortic dissection, I wouldn’t die?”

Solomon frowned. “No, not likely.” He leaned forward and ran a hand through his hair. “Lance, why are you asking?”

“Barbatos told me about the conditions of the pact that you two made.”

Solomon tensed. “So you’re the one he intended to make immortal.”

Lance nodded his head. “Before I actually go through with it, I wanted to make sure I wasn’t giving him false hope. It’s possible that I’d have an aortic dissection. I didn’t want to make him think that I’d be with him forever when I’d just die a little down the road.” Solomon was quiet. Lance’s bottom lip trembled. “I couldn’t do that to him.”

Solomon offered a small smile. “If you do become immortal, you wouldn’t have to worry about that.” His smile faded. “Still, you need to be absolutely certain that it’s what you want. Being immortal is…Painful. More painful than any illness or injury you could imagine.”

Lance gazed up with Solomon, lost in thought. Then, he grinned. “You were alone, Solomon. Is it painful now, that you have all of us?”

Solomon’s eyes widened at Lance’s words. He laughed lightly. “No, it’s not.”

Lance nodded his head. “Then, I think I’ll be okay. I know it’s going to be difficult and painful, but I have all of you to help me get through the hard parts. I know you warned me that demons aren’t my friends, but they’re some of the greatest friends I’ve ever had. And Barbatos,” Lance trailed off with a faint blush.

“He wouldn’t do anything to hurt you,” Solomon said firmly. “I know I warned you to not get close to them, but it’s clear that they do all care for you.”

“Thank you, Solomon.”

Solomon crossed his arms and stuck his nose in the air. “And I will enforce my pact with Barbatos to make sure he doesn’t hurt you.”

Lance rolled his eyes. “He wouldn’t. I trust him more than anyone.”

“Good. You want that when you become immortal.” Solomon stood up and walked towards Lance. He placed a hand on his fellow human’s shoulder. “I wish you all of the happiness in the world, Lance. I’m sure you’ll find it.”

[mechawolfie]

i want to sit in vergilius’s lap like a cat

[unabridged-adventures]

This novel means so much to me as a disabled/chronically ill woman with POTS. I have never seen my experience represented like this in any other book except for maybe Get a Life, Chloe Brown. I will forever be thankful for Lillie Lainoff and her bravery in sharing her own experiences so openly.

[cherry-pop-elf]

I had someone come and visit me today! If I recall correctly, their name was Felice? My memory is a bit foggy at the moment, from all the tests I’m under. It was so sweet for someone to come and visit me. They even brought me a dragon plush! First Mr. Weasley with a Ruby plush, now this beautiful DragonFruit inspired one! It certainly helps having some color in this dreary hospital. The doctors keep saying nothing is coming up in the tests, and they are pondering if the pain I’m feeling is even real. If I’m just faking it all for some kind of attention. I promise I’m not. Do you think I want Durmstrang to expel me for this? I would put such risk into such a thing? The nerve! But…..Seems like they will discharge me sooner than expected, anyway. First I’m here to be tested on, told there is something wrong, realized I DO have things that are abnormal, and be turned away? At least my new dragon friends would never do such a thing. Little Ruby, and little Fruktov. Thank you Felica! Hope to see you again soon! It was nice meeting you! : D ((art By @carmello-matcha and OC by Matcha as well. Credit your artist’s or I’ll run you over with my wheelchair 🔪

[chemicalarospec]

can I just go back three years and never stop caring about dan and phil and get into DSMP and MCYT and then Death Note (I don't regret Jack Manifold tho)... never leave my old mutuals behind... never grow up....