#tw; terminal illness

[ladyimaginarium]

So I'm& supposed to return to classes today bc I& promised myself I& would after taking a few days off for Halloween & Samhain but the subject for my& class as a native student is residential schools & specific how the children were treated & I'm& just sitting here like "oh g-d why" bc I've& actually talked to a survivor before ( I& hope she's doing well /srs ) & knowing that two of my& native family members are in critical condition & one out of two of them will Definitely die & another family member died just recently due to addictions & vital organ failure so its like. do i& Really wanna go into this class rn knowing that I'm& already sensitive as it is ( obviously, it's not the same thing, but still, it's traumatic asf ). idk maybe I'll& take my& time.

[bisexualseraphim]

Anyway regardless of how you feel about the Royals, even if you’re like me and think they’re all parasites, here are some things to remember:

The UK taxpayer is funding Kate’s high-end treatments whilst millions of citizens are on years-long NHS waiting lists for their own treatments and waiting hours upon hours to be seen in A&E when they’ve had a severe incident; so much money that could be going towards funding the NHS properly is instead going to the Royals. Kate is very likely going to be perfectly fine. Millions of regular tax-paying UK citizens will not.

HOWEVER. Kate isn’t going to see your memes making fun of her on tumblr dot com — but other people whom have suffered because of cancer will. If common decency won’t stop you from posting crab rave GIFs celebrating the illness of a mother to three young children, hopefully the chance of someone else with cancer or with a friend or relative with cancer seeing it will.

Seriously does no one else think Kensington’s PR nightmare is kind of fucked up like the fact they were so Weird about all this and let a sick woman in their “family” take all the blame for their shitty Photoshop skills. Royalist stan blogs I’ve seen you on here and I ask you: is THAT not some kind of indication as to how fucking evil they are if absolutely nothing else is. Please tell me you’ve seen the light by now I can’t cope anymore

[templetv]

I feel like I have a terminal illness; I'm rotted to the core and every single part of me is infected. everyone around me who claims to be so so ill too are beating the odds, getting better, and even thriving. and I'm here. dying. watching from my death bed (my gross bed in my gross room). it's such a lonely experience watching everyone outgrow you. I'm going to die alone, wretched and rotted

[eiraeths]

thinking about ghost and soap retired and finally happy. away from all the bloodshed and constant vigilance and for once in their lives they can rest their battered bodies. and then ghost gets sick. none of the doctors he sees can figure out what it is until its too late. the universe always plays the best jokes on him. the one time in his life he wants to live is the one time he doesn’t have a choice anymore.

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐌𝐚𝐲: 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐬 (𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓)

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: The terminal for the horny plane is here.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets(I test it), @bispecsual(I must think of it now), @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

TW // SMUT, Biting/Marking, Breeding/Ovi (what do you expect from a fish man?), Cervix, Yandere Themes.

“𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝘽𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙄𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙘” will be used as translation language for high gothic and others.

To be transformed into a creature of the sea was… quite the experience. Not painful, it’s on the more… pleasurable side. Talon-like hands clawing at each other’s scales, new and old. One desperate, the other shocked at the amount of things that just happened within the span of 6 hours.

To be truthful, it did hurt at the beginning. Waking up to an ache in your spine is not the best way to wake up. Nor was seeing that your legs have been turned into a fish tail and have become much smaller than Amadeus who “helped” the entire process. His own snow white tail wrapping around my own. His fangs skimming the skin of my neck, kissing there and atop of my breast that partially grew scales on them like a form of protection.

If I wasn’t so frozen at so many things happening at once. I would have probably panicked in this new body of mine. This… transformation should be impossible! To have never happened! What happened to me that made me this way? To make me a creature like him?

Amadeus purrs into my neck when he exposes it by gently pulling my hair back in his talons. His tongue lathering my skin in his saliva where he wants to bite, occasionally nibbling it.

“Such a pretty thing you have become.” He mumbles, his other hand carefully tracing my scales down my tail. Sometimes teasingly rubbing underneath one, sending jolts of overstimulation through my new body. My hands immediately grasping at his shoulders, a tiny whimper leaving me as he inhales deeply at my neck, a curse of his language leaving him.

“Let me ease your troubles, vita mea(my life.)” He rumbles, vibrating the waters around me. A cry escaping me when he suddenly pushes his fingers through a certain slit near my waist. My waist bucking onto them at the shock of it filling me, gaining a shocking discovery the transformation still allowed feminine parts.

“Amadeus…” I managed to whine at the creature who thought it was a good idea to initiate a mating session while I was trying to comprehend this new change. My nerves hypersensitive at the moment to accommodate the change.

Amadeus simply chuckles into my neck, enjoying how my blood rushes through my veins while he slowly pumps his fingers into my fluttering walls. Dragging and curling them almost painfully against the more delicate spots. My “airway” choking on the water around me, burning my throat as I cum rather quickly on his fingers. My walls clamping around his fingers, threatening to pull him back in.

Despite the quick and embarrassing high, Amadeus was purring at the sight. His head lifted up from her neck to look at the climax the spread into the water. His blood red eyes admiring everything before him, not missing how she curled into him. Twitched when he slipped a finger underneath her small, fragile scales that were the most sensitive. Watching how they shift and gleam under the bioluminescence light of his nest making her glow with blue radiancy.

Throne, her over sensitivity will make this process easy, but very pleasurable. Her blood will hype up his nerves as well. Not as strong as what she was feeling, but it’s all the better to get her quickly nested than having to chase her down as soon as she figures out how to move like him. He will be able to track her down more easily once their bodies connect more intimately.

Pulling her hair back more. His lips give a few wet kisses to her neck, just below and above her jugular. His tail wrapping more around hers like a snake, pressing his body flush against hers, enjoying how small she was against him, unable to fight him off. His scales rubbing up against her own sensitive ones, some locking together as he feels her cry out to him with his tongue in her mouth. Her pretty little eyes looking up at him, glazed with pleasured tears and some confusion.

“𝙎𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚.” He grins switching his kisses back to her neck, speaking in an entirely different language. One of not his usual Romanian. “𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙈𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙙.”

His eyes carefully watch of her face contorts into one of uncomfortable shock. Her eyebrows rising up, her eyes closed as her mouth opens in a ‘o’ shape. The feeling of his cock sliding out between his slit and into hers probably too much for her to bare.

He shivers when he feels himself sitting perfectly in place inside of her walls that hugs his tentacle-like cock, his tip gently prodding at her cervix. His nose coming back to nuzzle at her exposed neck, his mouth finally opening in the process to finalize his decision to drink her lifeline, to have a boosted pleasure. His fangs piercing her soft skin while he times his thrusts with each sip her takes from his little life.

He groans after each thrust and cry that rips from her throat. Her own hands clawing at him, digging into his scales with no regard of his tolerance. Not that he minds, no. He can feel how it affects him. How it makes him want to process his clutch through her womb right there, right now, but she wasn’t ready, her walls too tight for them to push through.

Oooooh, but it gets harder and harder not to with each high he rings out of her. Her walls continuously gripping at his cock, dragging him back into her needy core. Her climax ringing around his cock and running down and between his scales.

He doesn’t think he can stop himself to open her walls up for his clutch a bit more. His movement becoming more and more erratic with each bloody sip he gains from his little life. Her new transfusion of blood having a lot more effect to him than he had originally thought.

He eventually abandoned the act to feed as he pulls off his feeding spot on her neck, her blood flowing through the water as he makes a readjustment to latch onto her shoulder instead. His thrusts deep and quick as he yearns to fill her up with his clutch. Her cry’s of overstimulation not helping him nor her to stop his frantic thrusts into her fluttering walls.

He growls when she screeches at him, her claws digging into his scales, giving him a mark on his shoulder as he thrusted a bit harder than intended. Not liking the attitude she had given him in that split second of mating.

Her body freezes up on him. Her tail unconsciously wrapping around his own as he purrs in satisfaction. His eyes closing in content as his cock pluses with the intention of storing new life in another. His hand moving from her hair to hug her closer as he unlatches himself from her shoulder, licking at it to close the wound.

The first clutch pushes up against her cervix as she whines at him. Wrapping her arms around his torso the best should could, nuzzling into his chest while he rumbles praises and affirmations towards her. Vibrating the waters in a pleasing way as he gives a thrust to pop the clutch through her cervix and into her womb. A cry greeting his ears.

He gently pats her head and traces his talons through her hair in immediate response. The urge to comfort his mate strong. Yet he still has more eggs waiting, pushing to be deposited. He can’t back out now.

He try’s his best to fall back into the main part of his nest, gaining a snarl and a whine from his little life making him freeze up for a moment. Watching her as she nuzzles back into his chest, still trying to accommodate everything that has happed while taking his clutch.

He quietly coos, his talons coming forward to hesitantly message her scales. Another mix of purrs, growls and whine escaping her. His instincts telling him to stay right were he his, to not move a muscle.

So he doesn’t, obeying her primal command. Watching how her stomach grows with each egg deposited into her womb. Her nose nuzzling into him as she starts to purr herself.

[holisticblight]

dirkuu in the year 2024 lord help us all

[collabwithmyself]

I really need to design like. The plot dressing characters for gutg

[scarfacemarston]

Tuberculosis and the Wild West

Spoilers for RDR2 , but it’s been since 2018, y’all.  Trigger warnings for serious talk of severe terminal illness and severe stigma. As of 12/20 or 20/12, I have fixed some of the wording and added a few new things so please seriously head the warnings. Ok, first, some background: I've been studying TB since 2018; my father had a form of TB twice. I'm a historian, and one of my specialties is the history of medicine. Of course, you don't need to be a historian to write something like this. Also,  please "like" and reblog, this sort of content takes time. Tons of pics of buildings, and info below of the “lore” and IRL people.

Background info about TB that y’all need to know: TB is still horrifically deadly and still a leading cause of death. To give you all an idea about how recent genuine scientifically proven treatments were-  antibiotics targeting TB were not  discovered until the late 40s. However, sanatoriums (TB hospitals) and similar TB-related places didn't all close until 1970. My sister was born in 1977.  To give you all an idea of how treeified people were of this disease, think of the stigma with the AIDS/HIV crisis in the 1980s or the early fears surrounding Covid.

TB is one of the three oldest diseases dating back to Ancient Egypt with early evidence appearing through ancient mummies. Starting around the 18th century, western people believed TB was a disease of the elite granting someone ethereal beauty, writing prowess, and artistic talents. It was known as a "romantic disease" and a "beautiful death" - both of which we know aren’t true.  Some western beauty standards are influenced by TB including rouged lips, blush, pale skin and a thin figure accentuated with corsets. However, the appearance was due to the patient wasting away. Patients actually had bloodied lips, feverish cheeks, a pale complexion from the illness and losing a large amount of body weight. That's why TB was initially called consumption.(There have been many other names for TB including the White Plague and Captain of All These Men of Death and phthisis which is Greek in origin.) However, people eventually woke up and realized, "Oh wait, this isn't so sexy” The disease spread like wildfire, especially in the cities affecting whole families as was seen with Doc Holliday. Soon, society blamed anyone who wasn’t a white upperclass person AND those who were "immoral . They believed it was someone’s own fault if they had the disease. People held a very e*gen*c view of the disease believing their activities or who their families were caused this.  Immoral in this instance includes thieves, sex workers, bar workers, drunkards, violent people, women who had children out of wedlock, said child born out of wedlock, and homeless people. Obviously, this isn't true. It was overcrowded spaces, poor hygienic practices, but also animals, especially cows and deer. Ironically, the deer/stag plays a huge role in RDR 2. A few aspects from RDR 2 were inspired by Doc Holiday, one of the greatest gunslingers and outlaws in American history. His talents with the gun were considered by some as otherworldly. He and Wyatt Earp are most famous for the shoot-out at the OK Corral. Doc was dying of TB and headed west in order to potentially receive some medical attention, but found out that being an outlaw was great fun. Watch Tombstone for a fictionalized version of him. He had a very colorful life, but died of TB in Glenwood Springs, Colorado, at the age of 36. The same age as you know who.

This leads us to RDR 2 itself. The short answer about  survival is potentially yes, but with some major stipulations. I have traveled across the country studying TB and visiting TB sites and have seen these locations firsthand. Read further to read how survival was possible and for pictures of key locations.

IF Arthur had rested, maintained a proper fat rich diet, rested in especially clean air and partook in light exercise, he MIGHT have had a chance. I would estimate a 60-70 percent chance based on my readings of TB survivors. The chance of survival  could be more if he he headed West immediately after diagnosis. The wealthy traveled to newly built luxury resorts, but most people lived in tent colonies, so Arthur would be very familiar with the site. Hell, if the gang moved West, and followed the conditions I mentioned above, he MIGHT have been able to recover without heading to a TB colony. The the gang wasn't stable, and they were being hunted down, etc. However, people were pissed about the TB patients heading west to settle on "their land" (which is, of course, Native American land that was stolen). This pushed people to the outskirts of town and eventually, the establishment of sanatoriums which were tuberculosis treatment centers. 

Both the picture above and below would be an example of the tents used by TB patients to camp out. The top picture was probably taken around the 1890s which is Arthur’s lifetime while the picture blow is probably from a later era like the 20′s based on the clothing. City people in big cities sometimes camped out on the roofs of their flats and apartments hence the setting of the second picture. 

Due to the extreme fear, people were literally dropped off by families/friends or even government officials far outside of town. You did not want society to know that you had loved one with TB or else the stigma would affect you as well.  Later, TB patients were forcibly institutionalized. Many of these patients were ashamed of their affliction, but also felt further shame that their loved ones could be ostracized by society. I cannot stress enough how horrific this disease was and how tb psychologically affected the sufferer and its loved ones. Many tb sufferers never saw their loved ones again due to their families shunning them. I interviewed the elderly who remembered family members suffering from the disease and it still haunts their lives today. We see some of the shunning and stigma in the game, not just from the townspeople but from the gang. It's actually one of the reasons why I truly dislike a few unexpected gang members, for example.

At least Abigail, Charles, Tilly, John, and Sadie still treated him as a  human. Hell, Even Molly was kinder to him and she was really suffering in chapter 6.

I will tell you right now, realistically speaking, in no way could Arthur have done anything at all in chapter six. I’m not only talking missions, but any sort of work.  I won't go into graphic details, but one of the less graphic ones is that his hands would struggle to grasp objects, especially a gun. His joints would be too swollen. I know because I've seen it firsthand with my father and read plenty of accounts about it. Other than that, the game does a pretty great job of representing TB - however, Arthur could have been arrested or fined for spitting blood on the street which he did quite often in the game. Link goes to an academic article, but here is a more accessible link.

By 1899, people had been heading west for TB treatment for decades. People of all races headed west to Colorado, California, New Mexico, and Arizona being the prime locations. Dry air and or mountainous air were your best bets. Colorado was quite literally known as THE place for TB tourism as it was called. It was one of the first major waves of health tourism in the history of the USA. 

Another famous person and case study is Dr. Edward Livingston Trudeau. He himself suffered from tuberculosis who sent up tuberculosis huts in Saranac Lake, NY. For further study, other key locations include Asheville, North Carolina and in the mountainous regions of Pennsylvania. They huts looked like this:

These were also in Colorado Springs, Colorado Springs was full of them and they are still occasionally found in people’s yards today. 

I visited one in the Pioneer museum in Colorado Springs. I can post my pictures later, but this is one found in an outdoor museum.

The TB patients had a very strict regimen of never leaving the bed and used bed pans. Healthier patients had access to their own private toilet. Stronger patients could work on doctor approved exercises, while even healthier TB patients who weren't ready to leave facilities yet could spend the rest of their time working around the camp or sanatorium.  Below is how Arthur would have looked getting treatment if he wasn’t in a hut or tent:

Above: Women receiving treatment. Below: An 1899 TB facility. Most tuberculosis sanitoriums were built from 1905 onwards so John’s era was FULL of them. The peak of the sanitarium era though was 1920-1940ish.

The problem is TB patients had a very chance of suffering from pneumonia once TB went into remission. It's happened in tons of my case studies. If Arthur could have survived both TB AND pneumonia, then he would have been considered "Ok". Not good, but “Ok”. However, I can't predict how long he would have lived afterwards. Some TB patients had tuberculosis come in a second wave. This is, unfortunately, very common. Some people lived a few months, a few years and some lived decades after surviving the second wave.

 Fortunately, survival after two waves include people who lived hard, like Arthur. Trudeau lived till 68, and that is after 2 bouts of TB and pneumonia, with the third wave of TB being his cause of death.

This is very likely a reason why Arthur would have been in New Austin if they had kept him in the epilogue and continued the TB storyline. I personally do NOT think John was ever going to kill him. MISC NOTES: Related to RDR:  Important side note: Sex workers were especially blamed for spreading TB which makes sense because of the contact with multiple people, but it's not that different than someone who works at a factory every day, runs a shop or works at the docks, or in similar situations. Anyone could spread it. This is why it is actually technically very offensive to ask someone like Abigail if she had TB because it would be a way to imply she is unclean as a person. (Which people in the game already believe with some of the fandom similarly treating her poorly.) The history of sex work is my other specialty, so I am very familiar with their history. I will say, from what I gathered, sex workers did NOT seem to be that much more affected than others, but at the same time, we don't have a lot of records of people who weren't white upper-class Christian men. So we have these records if these people were arrested, but remember that all of the examples of people I mentioned were viewed as second-class citizens. Therefore, we have hardly any records of sex workers as actual people and historians have to be creative to find other ways to research them properly.  Modern day: TB is also becoming antibiotic-resistant at a frightening pace. This will become a massive problem. Treatment  requires at least two antibiotics - streptomycin being the main choice for the primary antibiotic. This treatment lasts months, and these antibiotics are insanely strong. They can really mess with the body's system. I've seen it. My father was one of the lucky ones only having to take the pills for 8 months. Many others take it from a year to even 18 months. Other people take the pills and undergo radiation therapy to treat TB. Modern science can't produce enough new antibiotics to outpace it, but alternative treatments do appear to be promising.  If you want me to write more about TB or for any other history questions, feel free to send me an anon/message.  Additional pics: Below: Sanitarium built around 1905.

Below: An example of a finished Sanatorium in 1911ish:

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My sister was going to die in three days from kidney failure, but it’s fine because she got cursed with immortality. Also Jiminy Cricket was there. 🦗

[ladyimaginarium]

so. my& mother confirmed to me& this morning that she has diabetes. I'm& honestly not quite sure how to feel, except I'm& worried. It led to the death of my& maternal grandfather when I& was only four due to many, many years of fighting off things like diabetes and c*ncer and a bunch of other horrible things so I& barely knew him & diabetes is so much more common in Native families, as we're more likely than our white counterparts to suffer from diabetes, obesity and high blood pressure, and Natives have the highest rate of diabetes, out of all ethnic groups in Turtle Island. So this feels like yet another manifestation of intergenerational trauma. Especially bc it could pass down to me& or my& sisters. & it genuinely makes me& upset.

[eaglyn]

When it rains in Fontaine

tw death, angst, major character death

(Not proofread, also English isn't my first language, beware of potential spelling or grammar mistakes. I might also upload this to AO3)

It was raining again. Granted, it's only been raining for a few minutes, but before that it was bright and sunny outside. The weather patterns of Fontaine are something you never fully got used to, even after almost a year of living here. You sometimes wished to see Inazuma again, but a new law, the Sakoku decree had been issued since you were gone. Going back would be very difficult.

'Has it really been a year already?' This question crosses your mind quite often. Time seems to just fly by these days, each day passes quicker than the one before. You can feel it too, you are running out of time.

It was almost a year ago when you came to this new nation all the way from Inazuma, all of the hope drained out of your body after miraculously surviving exposure to the Tatarigami, but battling its lasting effects. Healers in Inazuma could do nothing to save you, so they sent you to Sumeru, then to Fontaine, and it seemed that this place could at least ease your suffering even if they couldn't heal you.

One year, they said. In one year, it would be determined whether you will be completely healed, or your body will give up the fight and succumb to this accursed illness. It's still hard to breathe sometimes, although you've realized that it's not because of your illness, rather because of that Chief Justice, who had managed to completely steal your heart in the span of the last over eleven months.

It's still hard to breathe sometimes, but only when he's around.

That reminded you, where exactly is he? You are sitting on a bench in the Court of Fontaine as rain is pouring down upon you, washing away your makeup and your conscience alike, as you realize you'd probably been staring into the distance, just reminiscing for at least half an hour. The clock was ticking, you looked at the watch on your wrist. For you, every second meant getting closer to that critical moment, the fact of which was eating away at your thoughts every day, but now you couldn't help but think about something else.

The clock was ticking for Neuvillette too. After all, he promised to meet you today, and he was running late. It wasn't like him at all, especially not since he knew all too well that he'd be playing with a dying girl's time.

You looked up at the rainy sky, and it all seemed so bittersweet. The rain was somehow different today. On one hand it seemed fresh, youthful, but it also seemed to carry a deep sorrow within.

Nobody else was out on the streets at this time. It was just you in the rain, waiting for the man you love to arrive.

Soon he did. You wanted to question him for making you wait out in the rain for so long, but as soon as you heard his smooth voice greet you, you immediately forgot any grudge you might've harbored against him.

"Greetings, Y/n. I apologize for making you wait so long."

"It's alright. I was enjoying the peace and quiet out here." You smiled at him, not even caring that you probably look like a drenched cat.

"You should've gone inside while you waited. I don't want you to get sick." He said, looking deep into your eyes, and suddenly it was hard to breathe once again.

"But I am already sick. A little cold would make no difference if I'm destined to die." The rain started pouring down heavier after you said that, while the man in front of you took his jacket off and put it over your shoulders. He had a sour expression on his face.

"Don't say that. Your doctor said there is a fifty-fifty chance." His hand lingered on your shoulder as he said that.

"Heh, doesn't feel like it to me..." you looked down at your hand, which was covered in purple spots, some bigger, some smaller, with some of then having wounds in the middle. "These have been spreading increasingly fast in the last few months. My hands are always shaking, I'm loosing my strength, and it's becoming more and more common that I just randomly collapse. I've tried being optimistic, but I see no chance of living."

The rain was pouring down mercilessly at this point. It was as if the skies were crying as you spoke.

"Every day I wake up with less energy than what I had the day before. I know I'm dying, Neuvillette, there is no fifty-fifty." You looked into his eyes to see tears pouring out of them. But he wasn't looking at you, instead he was looking down at the ground, trying to blink them away.

"Sorry. I said I wouldn't elaborately rant about my condition." You muttered.

"You don't need to apologize, Y/n. I just asked you that because I couldn't bear thinking about the fact that I will lose you. There are so many things I wanted to tell you, so many things I wanted to do with you..." He said, and somehow the short distance between the two of you felt like a thousand miles.

"What do you mean?" You stepped closer to him.

"My heart burns for you, Y/n. I am in love with you." He said, and even though you've been waiting to hear this statement for the longest time, you were frozen in place.

"It's alright if you don't reciprocate my feelings, I just had to get that off my chest." He looked away from you, but you reached after his hands, taking them in your own.

"I'm in love with you too, Neuvillette. I have been for a long time." You brushed a strand of hair out of his face before the both of you leaned in. The whole world seemed to pause for a moment when your lips finally touched, and you melted against each other. For a few moments it felt like there were no problems in the world, it was just you and him alone, stranded in your own paradise with no Tatarigami, no sickness and no rain.

When you two eventually pulled apart, Neuvillette just felt the urge to embrace you. He held you close as he buried his face in your neck, whispering into your ear.

"Then for the little time you have left, will you please be mine?" He placed a small kiss on your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

"For you, always." You squeezed him to the best of your abilities in regards to your lack of strength.

***

One week later, everything felt like a dream. In fact, you weren't even sure if anything was real anymore. It all felt like you were out of your body, and the scene you chose to look at was your newly-wed husband standing among a small crowd of familiar faces, and they were all gathered around a casket decorated with flowers.

A few hours later, it was only Neuvillette kneeling at a fresh gravestone, and looking at it, the name written on it was unmistakably yours.

It had never rained so hard before.

[h0ped3lusion]

Affliction.

「 Hyper Light Drifter art 」

⚠️Warning for pink blood , depicted terminal illness

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[harlequinoccult]

okay so, I love the ask about how the ros would react to accidentally killing the Mc thanks for that other anon but what about this? Slsq Ro and deepromance!MC living there best murdery life only for one day to the both of them find out the MC has some incurable terminal illness, how do they react? Poorly, I imagine

now, there's two here that would react interestingly, but, as for the others

Cold would rather have mc die now than waste away.

The Host will do everything in their power to stop it, or at least prolong mcs time

Sweetheart will take care of mc. and keep taking care of mc. even when mc has already died. he will take care of you. he will keep you.

Overdose will want mc to go out with a bang, and if mc wants them to follow? well....

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Now, here's the interesting part. Elysium and Black Dahlia. they both have very skewed views on illness. for very different reasons. there's hurt there, yes,

in Ely's case, there's a sense of frustration, over compensation when it comes to your comfort. he's trying very very hard to make you forget that you're sick. you might start feeling like a caged bird in a gilded cage. there's a sense of....paranoia. Mc's death was accepted, but something else is wrong here.

and in Dahlia's case.....there's an odd....reverence. its hushed. its whispered. its an undercurrent of it in the day to day, its subtle, but that doesn't make it any less odd coming from her. it feels like shes already laid a burial shroud upon mc.

[whumpetywhump]

Till The End Of The Moon - Ep. 25

[nightmarekilljoy]

I don't understand why I need to put my health aside for everyone else to be comfortable.

I am uncomfortable every day of my life. You can deal with a few minutes of discomfort. No I don't care that you think my problems are disgusting.

-Amber (she/they/it/star/shine/rot)

[compassionatereminders]

there is a girl with terminal cancer (she is under palliative care) on Instagram who announced that she is having a baby with her husband. She is being harshly criticized. people really are very cruel. One person even commented "aren't you going to die in less than a year? What do you want to have a child for?"

People are calling her selfish. This makes me so fucking mad. she simply loses the right to simply exist and fulfill her desires. People want her to live a miserable life. The hypocrisy is so big that people used to comment that they were hoping for a miracle and that she would get well soon. when she is well and happy, they comment absurd things. this world is terrible.

Yeah no that sucks! I support full fucking bodily autonomy for any disabled person, and if she and her husband wish to have a child, I think they're in their full right to do that