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IT WAS DIFFICULT not to be at least a little skeptical of the woman's enthusiasm, though as far as Minerva could tell, she did genuinely seem to want to help. She hesitated for a moment, then took the outstretched hand, allowing herself to be pulled to her feet.

Once standing, she glanced around, a small frown crossing her lips and her brow beginning to furrow. "Where exactly are we going?" she questioned, sounding more apprehensive than she had meant to let on.

The Doctor wasn't sure what kind of answer to expect from the woman, but she hoped she would accept help. Clearly, she was in need of some sort of help, at least. She waited, patiently as she good, and gave a bright smile when she finally got an answer.

"Oh, good, good!" she exclaimed, jumping to her feet and holding out a hand to help the other woman up. "In that case, come with me. We'll have you all patched up in no time!"

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MINERVA STUDIED THE WOMAN, curious, yet skeptical. She wasn't entirely certain what to make of her, but at least for the time being, she didn't seem to mean any harm. She seemed to genuinely want to help, and despite Minerva's reluctance to trust people, reluctance to accept help from anyone, she found herself slowly nodding in response.

"I suppose you can," she answered slowly, forcing herself not to shrug as she spoke. "If you must," she added a moment later, somehow managing to keep her voice even and devoid of emotion.

She didn't really buy the other woman's answer. "You don't look fine" the Doctor commented with a little frown. "That looks pretty bad." She studied the woman for a minute, then moved over to sit down next to her.

"Can I help?" she asked. "Or at least take a look?" She fully expected a firm rejection of her offer, but she had to at least try to help, didn't she?

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THE ROOM HAD BEEN CAGED ONCE, but not any longer. In place of what had once been a wall of bars was now a simple wall, a simple wooden door. Everything within the room had been discarded, leaving it empty save for a couch and a small table. Some days, she regretted that. Some days, Minerva thought it might be beneficial to have somewhere she could be locked away. The Gift gave her nothing but fear now, fear that it would cause her to hurt someone she cared for -- or worse.

Now it was simply the room she went to in order to be on her own. Gaius, at the very least, new not to bother her when she was there. It had become a hiding place of sorts, somewhere she would go to avoid everyone, usually when she felt particularly ill.

That was the case today -- to matter what she tried, the nausea wouldn't seem to subside, and so she had resorted to hiding away, doing her best to ignore it.

Minerva had been on her own in that room for several hours when she heard a tentative knock at the door, MK's voice following a moment later. She pulled the door open, a concerned expression settling across her features as she looked at the boy.

"You really should still be resting..." she commented, though arguing with him, even about something like that, was the last thing she wanted to do.

Pulling the door open a little more, she stepped to the side, motioning for him to come in. "Come, sit," she said with a slight nod toward the couch.

Healing Bullet Wounds: Closed Roleplay with @thcwidow

M.K. WAS HURTING. It had been a several days since he had been rescued and saved from the brink of death. He still couldn't bring himself to speak to Tilda or Bajie or anyone else who might have been his friend before he was brainwashed by Pilgrim.

But throughout all of the heartache, he had found a confidant in the most unlikely of people: Minerva.

Everyone called her the Widow. He himself had gotten used to calling her that, or sometimes just "Monster". That was what she had seemed like to him when she was abusing and torturing him.

When she stabbed him, leading to his near-death.

But she seemed so different now. Throughout the past few days, she had been waiting on him hand and foot, and dealing with his snapping, and validating all of the accusations and insults that he threw at her. She still hadn't said sorry, but the word didn't seem to be in her vocabulary at all for anyone. Actions spoke louder than words to her, it seemed.

Still, he found himself gritting his teeth and waiting for her to ask him to do something for her, and discovering that she had a new plot or that she needed him for something, or that this was all just some sort of revenge scheme for what he did to Tilda.

He was just waiting for all of her kindness to be used against him in some way.

Until he decided that two could play at that game.

He asked Tilda to help him bake a special treat for Minerva (he and Tilda had repaired their relationship and were growing back together), and decided to surprise Minerva with it at her door.

He was almost afraid to knock, but forced himself to do so, raising a shaky fist to tap it gently against her door.

"Minerva," he said, in an oddly strained voice with what was clearly forced happiness. "It's M.K.. I have something for you."

He hated being back there. The room where she had him tortured. It made him sick.

But he smiled through the pain.

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Lightheaded/Fainting Starters

❝Whoa, hey, you okay there?❞

❝Please don’t pass out on me–❞

❝Stay with me.❞

❝I think you need to lay down.❞  

❝I need to lay down. Like, now.❞

❝Can you help me sit down?❞

❝I think I’m gonna pass out.❞

❝I don’t feel so good…❞

❝I can’t move.❞

❝I can’t sit up.❞

❝Why is the room spinning?❞

❝When’s the last time you slept?❞

❝Do you need to eat something?❞

❝When’s the last time you ate?❞

❝I think I just need to eat something.❞

❝Let me get you some water.❞

❝Here, elevate your feet.❞

❝How much did you drink?❞

❝I think I drank too much.❞

❝Did you drink something? Did you take something?❞

❝You’re really pale.❞

❝Can you hear me?❞

❝Hey – you passed out.❞

❝Are you gonna pass out again?❞

❝I think I’m gonna pass out again.❞

❝Don’t sit up yet. Just relax.❞

❝This isn’t normal. You’re freaking me out.❞

❝Thank god you’re awake, I was about to call an ambulance.❞

❝You’re gonna be fine, I’m gonna call an ambulance.❞

❝What happened? Did I hit my head?❞

❝You hit your head pretty hard. Just stay down.❞

❝What happened? I just found you laying here.❞

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「   RP MEME :     WAYS TO REACT TO AN INJURY  .   」 @loyalxtotheend asked: ‘ oh my god! are you okay? ’ -from the doctor because more crossovers yes please

STARTLED, Minerva's eyes widened as she looked at the woman. She hadn't known anyone else was there -- in fact, that had been the entire point of coming here in the first place, to be away from everyone.

Her brow furrowed as she studied the stranger for a moment, a faint frown crossing her lips. She was most definitely not someone Minerva had seen before, so what she could be doing here, that was anyone's guess.

"I'm -- I'm fine," she finally replied with a small shrug. Perhaps that wasn't quite true, but as far as injuries went, her current ones were far from the worst she had ever had. "I've had worse."

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me: let's make a roleplay blog for minerva. that sounds fun. the blog, three years later: 90% pre-season-one minerva. no regrets.

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the-cursed-acolyte​:

MINERVA HAD NO REASON TO LIE. M.K. was smart enough to know that. “Okay,” he said softly.

He did not trust her. Not one bit, but she did seem to be one of the only people on his side. Perhaps he could ask her about the gift one day. She was one of the only people who had it besides Pilgrim and his followers, and besides Ava, and they were all gone.

He still didn’t know that Sunny had the gift, too, but that was a conversation for another time.

He really did want to rest a little bit. Then, he would be able to spend time with Henry and see Tilda and talk to Bajie.

Suddenly, he felt the pain return and groaned sharply.

The pain medication had worn off.

                IT WASN’T DIFFICULT TO TELL    when the pain medication began to wear off, and Minerva was quick to send for one of the healers.  He still had a long recovery ahead of him,  and for the time being,  the priority would have to be keeping him as comfortable as was possible,  allowing him to take it easy and give himself the time to heal.  

                She was quick to move out of the way with Henry when the healer arrived,  giving her some room to work.  “You should rest now,”  she told MK in a gentle voice,  noticing the healer give a small nod in agreement.  “I’ll bring Henry to see you again in the morning.  I promise.” 

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o hi, i'm still alive. and finally covid-free. still exhausted, still feel like death, but you know... less so than last week lol

[thcwidow]

1. Nickname/name: Siobhan

2. Height: 5′4″

3. Last Google Search: best pointe shoes for narrow feet

4. Song Stuck in My Head: Song of Freedom from Doctor Who

5. Number of Followers: 42 eyyyy my favourite number

6. Amount of Sleep: what is sleep

7. Dream Job: there are too many... writer, bioarchaeologist or forensic anthropologist, anything music-related...

8. Wearing: Pajama pants, t-shirt with a cat holding a bone that says “i found this humerus”, green way-too-big Dublin hoodie

9. Movie/Book That Summarizes You: Rose Plays Julie  (that is depressing, i know. but like. Orla’s character is just way too relatable...)

10. Aesthetic: it depends on the day tbh... victorian/steampunk-ish, dark academia, 40s/50s vintage-ish, idk... 

11. Favorite Authors: Brandon Sanderson, Tolkien, Robert Jordan, Philip Pullman

12. Favorite Song: Caged by Noctura (this will change in like two days, my favourite songs are always changing lol)

13. Random Fact: I’m a classically-trained singer, but I only really sing musical theatre stuff now 

Tagged by: @arabianflowers Tagging: @loyalxtotheend @enduringmagic @thewxnderer anyone else who wants to do the thing

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o hai i’m alive.

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eyyyyyy i caught the plague. replies probably won’t happen for a few days, i lack brain function. no brain only ouch. 

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the-cursed-acolyte​:

“WHY ARE YOU BEING SO NICE TO ME,” M.K. asked. He was looking at Minerva like a confused child, his dull eyes shining with genuine perplexity. “I thought that you hated me,” he said, but he held no malice in his tone.

His voice cracked. “Listen, if this is some kind of trick to get me to help you with your gift or something, then you can just quit it, okay,” he asked bitterly, but there was an unmistakable sadness in his tone. “Or if you’re trying to rid yourself of guilt so that you can make yourself feel better, then I don’t want to be any part of it.”

He wasn’t angry. Just sad.

He looked over at Henry.

“Tilda probably needs you,” he said to Minerva, his voice detached.

                ONE BROW REMAINED RAISED,    and a moment later she gave a small shrug.  “I thought you deserved a bit of kindness,”  she replied calmly.  “And I don’t hate you.  There are few people I would say I  hate -- and I’m fairly certain they’re all dead at this point.”

                “I’m not trying to trick you. I don’t want you to help with anything you don’t want to help with.”  She paused,  letting out a sigh.  “The last thing I want to do is trick you,  or manipulate you -- I’ve done enough of that for one lifetime.  I’m done with it,”  she added bitterly.  

                “You’re free to leave,  as soon as you’re strong enough.  Or you’re free to stay.  Whichever you prefer.  But Henry stays here.  I made a promise to Sunny,  and I won’t break it.”  She paused,  her voice softening.  “If you choose to leave,  you are always welcome to return.  You can see Henry whenever you wish.”  

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the-cursed-acolyte​:

M.K. SMILED. Henry staying overnight would be nice, but M.K. still wasn’t sure if he could control himself. He was also the furthest person fit to be a babysitter.

In fact, he needed a babysitter himself.

“That sounds wonderful,” he said softly.

It suddenly occured to him that he had been conversing with Minerva for several minutes (maybe longer), which was odd to him.

He hated the woman who tortured him. He hated the woman who used him. He hated the woman who manipulated him.

But this woman seemed like someone completely different.

He was confused and wasn’t sure if she was being manipulative or genuine anymore.

“Minerva,” he asked, his voice stern but not hateful.

This was the first time that he had addressed her by her real name.

                FOR A MOMENT    a smile crossed Minerva’s lips as well.  Perhaps it would do Henry some good to have the chance to grow up around people of all different backgrounds,  all different paths in life.  And she would certainly trust MK with him more than she did Bajie.  At least MK had some common sense.

                She was pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of her name.  She was fairly certain she hadn’t heard it from him before,  and it was enough to halt her thoughts for a moment.  

                Her brows raised slightly as her eyes fixed on him once more, curious. “Yes?”

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i just got the biggest “wtf” look from my neightbour  🤣 my kitchen window face their dining room window. they’re like 10 feet apart. and i was just carrying my 45-dog around on my hip like a toddler and she was sitting at the dining room table and just stared right at me like “girl what the hell”

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the-cursed-acolyte​:

PERHAPS MINERVA WAS RIGHT. M.K. wasn’t as out of control as he thought that he was. She had a point.

However, he thought it best to wait awhile just to be safe.

But it wouldn’t hurt to keep Henry nearby.

He looked over at the baby and his weak smile grew a little bright. All that innocence. All that purity.

And, in that moment, M.K. felt like he still had some innocence and purity left, too.

Perhaps.

“I’d like to wait,” he said softly. “But…can…can he stay here?”

                “I DON’T SEE WHY NOT,”    Minerva replied with a small smile.  She knew that MK meant no harm to Henry,  and although she knew how dangerous the Gift could be,  there was a part of her that truly believed MK had enough control to keep himself from hurting Henry.  Still,  she supposed it would be better to play it safe,  especially now while MK was still recovering.

                “Perhaps when you’re a bit stronger you can move to another room,  one closer to Gaius and I,  and if you like,  Henry could stay with you overnight,”  she offered,  not sure whether he would be too fond of the idea or not.  “I’m sure we can come up with another cradle,  and Gaius and I would be nearby if either of you needed anything.” 

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a whole bunch of info

some general timeline stuff

*some of it is headcanon-based because of lack of information *some things that were briefly mentioned i’ve changed because of contradictions in canon

- Minerva’s father disappeared when she was eight, and until she was taken to the monastery she was just kinda on her own… He trained her to fight some before he disappeared.  -  She trained with Bajie at the monastery from the time she was 8 until about 11 or 12 ish. - It was pretty much right after that that she became a Cog for the Chau family.  - She was thirteen when she escaped with Gaius’ help. - She was on her own again for about six months before she was captured again and sold as a Cog to the Baron she would later marry. - Her marriage was kind of a she-wasn’t-give-a-choice situation. She was sixteen at the time. They were married for about ten years before she killed him, which I’m thinking was around a year(ish) before the start of season one… idk, I just get the feeling she hadn’t been the Baron for an incredibly long time at the start of the season, but also i feel like it would kind of take some time for her to go from this mindset of “i can’t stand up for myself ever” to “don’t fuck with me” so… yeah… around a year.

on that note, as for why she put up with her husband’s shit, I kind of feel like she just… learned to not stand up for herself during all her years as a Cog. But then as soon as she found out he was abusing Tilda she just kind of snapped and, you know, got some of her old fire back, if you will. She kind of got to this point where she got used to being abused herself, but she couldn’t really deal with the thought of Tilda being treated the same way.

Regarding the Percival thing:

- since he was just mentioned in passing once and never brought up again, i’m kind of willing to go either way in threads with acknowledging his existence or just having it not be a thing… but for threads acknowledging his existence, here are just my general headcanons of what happened with that (of course it’s dark, how could it not be?)

- Percival was born in the short span of time between when Minerva escaped from the Chau family and when she was captured and sold as a Cog to the Baron she would later marry - His father was one of Chau’s clippers, she’s not really sure which one (as per Minerva, “torture and rape were a way of life” so… yeah…).  - When her new Baron decided to marry her, he wasn’t too happy about her having a son that wasn’t his, he saw it as a threat, and either:          a. had Percival killed        b. With the help of her husbands regent (Moon, yo), she gave him away to someone who could get him out of the Badlands in hope that he would have a better life. Moon lied and told the Baron that he had killed Percival himself.         (alternate version of b?) and then there’s that super AU verse where Percival is MK because that one fan theory still owns my entire heart even though canon later proved that to not be the case…

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i am (theoretically) done with all things book-related for the day.