#Road to recovery

[iamirhen]

Prev - Start Road to Recovery

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Thanks @moosemonstrous for proofreading.

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Honorary mention to @wazzappp for these tags from a previous update that made me cackle because they happened so spot on.

[justc2world]

I'm about to cry at work. I can't see him like this.

[infpisme]

[insummerigrieve]

I mistook my autonomy for cold blooded control, I thought the act of depriving stood for being whole.

painting by Shane Keisuke Berkery, poetry by me.

[jencsi]

Finlay Friday

[safe-haven-safe-place]

[thealvalorenz]

*gives a jar of Ajvar and a cup of coffee and walks out*

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓂𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝐻𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒽 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓉��� 𝒸𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝑒. 𝐻𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒷 𝒾𝓉 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓀 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉. 𝐻𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃𝑒𝒹, 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂.

𝐻𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝑜𝒻𝒻 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝓅 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝑒, 𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈. 𝐼𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝑒. 𝐻𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝒿𝓋𝒶𝓇. 𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝓎𝓅𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝑒𝒶𝓉, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝒾𝒸𝒶𝒹𝒶 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎𝑒𝒹 𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓁…

𝐻𝑒 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉𝓁𝓎, 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒾𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒶 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓈𝑜 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 𝒾𝓉. 𝐻𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶 𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒶. 𝐻𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒶 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉. 𝐻𝑒 𝑔𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝓁𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝓂. 𝐻𝑒 𝓉𝓊𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒶 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉.

𝐻𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝒿𝓋𝒶𝓇. 𝐻𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒷𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑜𝓃. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝑜𝓉𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓅𝓈 𝑒𝒸𝒽𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝒸𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈. 𝒜 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝒸𝓆𝓊𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽. 𝐻𝑒 𝓀𝑒𝓅𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝒸𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝑒𝓁𝓁. 𝐻𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓉, 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹. 𝐻𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝒶 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃. 𝐻𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝓃 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑒𝓁𝓁. 𝐻𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒.

𝐻𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃𝑒𝒹. 𝒮𝑒𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓁𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒹. 𝐻𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓈𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝓃 𝒶 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑒. "𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓮.. 𝓫𝓾𝓽… 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓱… 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝔂 𝓪 𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓸𝓻. 𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓸 𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭, 𝓼𝓸 𝓘 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽… 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓮𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂 𝓲𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓘. 𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮.. 𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰.. 𝓒𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓭𝓪…."

𝒩𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓃𝓈𝑒… 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹….

𝐻𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃. 𝐻𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝒞𝒾𝒸𝒶𝒹𝒶, 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝒶𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉 𝒶 𝒷𝒾𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉.

𝐻𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓅𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉. 𝐻𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑒𝓁𝓁. 𝐻𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒷 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓁𝒻. 𝒜 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃.

𝐻𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉, 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝓊𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈. 𝐼𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓃𝓈𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒… 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈…

[jenniesworldca]

Mind Is Blown

[yaskie]

Another surgery, more Chemo

Dear Friends, I got most of my results today. And I got bad days sometimes. It's been how many months eversince I went home after a year of being in and out of HP, and been into ICU. I am in need of another surgery again to remove water in my lungs as it re-occurs almost monthly because of pleural effusion, infection. Which requires medical attention. I have this occurring condition because of my Treatments,  and tumors are occurring all over my body and some of them are malignant which requires so much attention. My illness was earlier detected and in lower stages, and can be cured(I am praying always) to not advance, but it will take time as to how my body reacts. My lungs has a very bad history last 2018, and lately they have found something on my breast that needs further checking as well. My breasts hurts a lot. Unfortunately, the cost of the surgery and the mounting hospital bills that have piled up from my past hospitalization(2021-2022), have become an overwhelming burden for me, my friends and my family. We are also still grieving at the untimely passing of my niece 3 weeks ago. They have already exhausted their savings and are struggling to make ends meet. And also I've been a breadwinner of my Family for a very long time. They depend on me financially.  Weekly Treatments are costly for me too as well. As we have a very bad healthcare system where I live.  And despite having a job, it only pays me $250/monthly which is not enough, because I am renting an apartment. And have a caregiver to check on my welfare, as I have difficulties in movement and series of bad episodes. I am also taking care of my cats and dog,

I am also most of the time in an oxygen so that it will ease my breathing problems. I have bad days, but I am trying my best to ease the pain and smile everyday.💖💝 I am really ashamed to ask help once again, as you all know I made my Etsy store several months ago to help with my expenses, but Etsy permanently suspend it without any proper explanation, despite my appeal. The Laptop which I also use for designing is no longer working, and I need to redesign again to sell, to support my Treatment. I humbly ask for your support once again. As I need to have the procedure to be scheduled next week 24th of May. Update as of June: I am already home but unfortunately my bills have piled up again, and signed a promissory letter.

Please share this post, spread the word, this will help me a lot. Every contribution, no matter how small, will make a significant impact to me.

I am also starting to make an artwork to sell here on Ko-Fi once my procedure is finish. I might stay in HP for 4-5 days. Thank you so much for all the help! And I love you all!

For Donations $149 and above. If you wish to donate more than that please send them into parts(Ex.$300 = $100,$100,$50,$50), because Paypal will hold them usually for 10 working days. Thank you so much for understanding.

For Donors, you can send to me your screenshot of the amount that you have donated here: estiellearts@gmail.com and I will make a small gift for you, a digital art of dog or cat of your liking. Or if you have a tumblr please message me, and I will tag you of the art. It will take time for me to make them, and I ask for your patience about this matter. Thank you so much!

Sorry for tagging you all guys again, if you could tag any fundraising blogs and your friends here on Tumblr please do so. it will help boost my campaign. You can also share my link to your Social Media accounts, and if you can share this outside of tumblr. It will b a great help to me. @leonshin99 @shotce @thelovelywarriorsheart @sparkie96 @c1a1r3r3df1e1d @silvertonguelover @measurelessdreamer @fossil-finder @vietnoodle @irishspringyum @kevinbuiyin I am a Chreon and Geraskier fan as well. I have a small discord group and I appreciate for you to join if you can. It will be lovely to have more friends. DISCORD GROUP

[ao3feed-erasermic]

Road to Recovery

Use the related link post to read Road to Recovery on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/59642974 by annalope Midoriya Inko was found brutally murdered in her home. With the dangerous claws of the murderer out to snatch Izuku from him, Aizawa Shouta must protect the kid at all costs while trying to heal what's been shattered. Words: 4621, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Categories: M/M Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Additional Tags: Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Parental Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, erasermic, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Midoriya Izuku, Dead Midoriya Inko, Out of Character Midoriya Izuku, i think, Young Midoriya Izuku, izuku is twelve in this story, mentions of non con underage, but nothing happens, tiny Izuku Midoriya, lots of dadzawa Use the related link post to read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/59642974

[thegalaxysedge22]

Chapter 1: Road to Recovery

read on ao3

pairing: astarion x female!tav (named)

word count: 1922

warnings: none that i can think of (for this chapter at least)

summary (this chapter): really its just meeting most of the party (up to rescuing lae'zel). it'll be a little bit choppy, but i promise it gets better once we get more into it.

a/n: this is my first ever time publishing fanfic in like a decade so i apologize if i am a little bit rusty. please feel free to point out any mistakes or provide constructive criticism (just be nice pls, i sensitive)

i feel like the dynamics of the group when they first meet would be more strained and awkward bc it's a very stressful situation and they don't know each other, so i tried to reflect that a little.

Ouch. 

Pain was the first thing that Aria noticed once she awoke lying in the sands of some beach. Despite her training, her next thoughts were all strings of panic - she could not recognize where on Faerûn she was, nor did she recall how she could’ve possibly ended up there. Her memories were all fuzzy and the incessant ringing in her ears was not helping, but she seemed to recall something about a ship. In the midst of trying to piece together what in the hells had happened to her, Aria assessed her body for any signs of injury, and save the aching in her arms and the dull throbbing in her head she seemed to be relatively unharmed.

While gathering her wits, the ringing in her ears subsided, giving way to the sound of roaring flames coming from behind her. Instincts kicking in, she jumped to her feet, readying herself to run from harm before she turned back to find the source of the flames.

The sight of the massive alien ship lying in front of her, engulfed in a raging fire nearly sent her to the ground again. Except this isn’t just a ship, she thought to herself. This-this thing, it is alive, she realized in horror watching the massive tentacles of the creature pulsate and squirm. The reality of her situation - being lost in some unknown land with no knowledge of how she got there - forced her to move on from that deeply unsettling fact.

From the corner of her eye she spotted someone lying on the ground, twitching ever so slightly. Cautiously, Aria moved closer to the figure, finding another half-elf woman clutching something close to her chest. 

Upon reaching the woman Aria reached down to check on her vital signs, but the woman opened her eyes before Aria could even squat down.

“You’re alive. I’m alive. How is this possible?” The strange woman exclaimed while standing up. A vague sense of familiarity washed over Aria as she looked upon the woman’s face, but she could not place how she knew her - perhaps she had spent a night with her many moons ago.

“Do I know you,” Aria asked shamelessly.

“I remember the ship, I remember falling…then nothing,” the woman responded, not paying any mind to the question asked.

“You remember the ship? That ship?” Aria questions gesturing the blazing debris.

“Yes,” the woman said, nodding cautiously before questioning, “Aria, are you okay?”

“Kinda weird that you know my name, I don’t remember telling it to you. Did we perhaps sleep together once? Or maybe you know me from my performances,” the Aria, ever the bard, countered.

“It’s Shadowheart, you rescued me on the ship, along with that damn githyanki, do you not remember that?” Shadowheart said eyebrows furrowed with concern or confusion, Aria is not quite sure. Her silence appears to be enough of an answer for the woman as she continues.

“Huh, that is curious, you must’ve hit your head or something when we crashed. Although that is hardly our biggest issue with these tadpoles in our heads, you do remember the tadpoles right?” 

A haze shadowed her recent memory, the last thing she could recall for sure was her celebrating taking out yet another target. Her silence, yet again, was taken as confirmation.

Whispers of memories came to Aria as Shadowheart recounts the events that had taken place prior to their obvious crash. She nods along as some parts come back to her, recalling Lae’zel, the feisty githyanki who tried to take her head being one of them.

“You know we are probably going to need to find some supplies because I doubt we will be able to find an adept healer before nightfall,” Shadowheart concludes at the end of her explanation.

“We could probably loot the ship,” Aria starts before catching note of the casualties of the crash. “Or… we could always check to see what the locals had,” She continued whilst running over to the nearest body lying on a nearby dock. Immediately she rummaged through their pockets. She found a small pouch of gold and a rusty knife in the possession of the first and ale on the next.

Shadowheart stood still staring at her with a look that was more surprised than disturbed, but she shrugged and followed, aiding Aria in the search for supplies. 

The pair venture through the nautiloid after looting what they could from the beach shore. On the other side they found a curious pale elf who beckoned the duo his way with a plea for help. His leather armor matched that of the upper class, but the many signs of mending in the garment told a different story. The elf’s beady red eyes immediately caught Aria’s attention. His tense posture along with his shifty eyes were whispering for her not to trust him as they approached. It may have been the concussion but curiosity overpowered her instinct.

So, despite her better judgment screaming at her not to, she walked straight into the man’s trap. A lie about an intellect devourer was all it took to get her distracted enough to take her to the ground. 

He pulled a knife out, pressing it to her neck with enough pressure to be worrying but not quite the amount needed to draw blood. She was no stranger to a blade being held at her throat, the cold metal on her neck was almost a familiar feeling.

“Not a sound, not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours,” the stranger whispered to Aria before turning his attention to Shadowheart, “And you, keep your distance, there’s no need for things to get messy.”

“I don’t know about you but it seems like it’s getting messy already,” Aria mumbled, earning a glare with the slightest hint of humor from the strange elf while Shadowheart just snickered.

“I mean it,” the man said, pressing the knife a bit deeper while gazing between the two women. “Don’t try any– Ugh you wretched little–” the man exclaims after Aria slammed her head into his nose.

She uses this time to quickly get up and prepare her defenses before the pale elf could lunge at her again. It is at that moment that their parasites connect and Aria is bombarded with familiar views of the city’s streets, allies, and taverns at night.

The man introduces himself as Astarion after apologizing for trying to “decorate the ground with their innards.”

The trio had spent over an hour walking aimlessly just hoping to stumble into some sign of civilization. They turn a corner following the predetermined path and up ahead of them, on the face of a cliff, a purple sigil glows bright even in the daylight. Inexplicably drawn to the mark, Aria runs up to examine it.

“A hand? Anyone,” a disembodied voice pleads as an arm suddenly erupted from the cliffside waving about, nearly smacking Aria in the face with its erratic movements.

“Uh, what the hells happened here?” she questioned nearly dumbstruck at the situation.

“Just your average traveler, stuck between realms,” the voice responded as if this was a normal occurrence. “Pull me out and we’ll get properly introduced.”

“Come and help me get this- uh - hand out of the wall,” Aria said, turning to her party members, who had caught up with her by this point. Shadowheart rolls her eyes but comes to help. Astarion stood nearby picking at his nails, frustrating Aria, who let out a grumble before her and Shadowheart started pulling. The voice belonging to, well the hand, offered words of encouragement as the two women continued to pull. 

The pair stumbled backwards signaling their success and a man emerged from the ruin, falling face first.

“Apologies,” the man spoke, standing up and dusting off his robes, “I’m Gale of Waterdeep. I am usually better at this.”

“At introductions?” Aria quipped, cocking an eyebrow.

“At magic,” Gale clarifies. “Say I know you, in a manner of speaking. You were on the nautiloid as well.”

“Yes, yes, we were all on the nautiloid, we all got tiny little worms inserted into our minds,” Astarion said, and seemingly regretted opening his mouth immediately when it earned a pointed look from the two women. “I’m just saying that it seems like you only seem to find other survivors of the crash,” he said defensively, “I mean what we really want to know is how you got into the stone.”

“I don’t know what transpired exactly, but the ship broke into pieces and I suddenly found myself in freefall. As I was plummeting to certain death, I spied a glimmer quite near where I estimated my body to impact with less-than-savory propulsion. Recognizing this glimmer to be magical in nature, I reached out to it with a Weaving of words and found myself on the other side as it were.

“How about you? How did you survive the fall?” Gale inquires.

Aria laments that she hasn’t a clue as to how she survived, but she just wants to get back home. Gale said “That might be a bit difficult,” and proceeded to give a gruesome depiction of ceremorphosis, which is what lies in wait for them if they do not receive help from a skilled healer fast, as they continue walking. He only stops when Shadowheart snaps at him to be quiet. 

The group continued walking in silence, but not for long.

“It sounds like there is shouting up ahead. Oh gods is that a githyanki they have? We should approach with caution, according to what I’ve read….” Gale comments.

“Looks like we found Lae’zel,” Shadowheart snickers in Aria’s ear overpowering Gale’s lecture.

“Oh for heaven's sake Gale, how are we supposed to ‘approach with caution’ when you won't stop yapping,” Astarion said, finally cutting the wizard off. Gale, whose mouth is open, looks like he wants to respond and shuts his mouth dejected. Astarion continues, “Besides, they are in a gods damned cage nearly six meters (~20 ft) off the ground.”

Up ahead they spot a pair of tieflings arguing about what to do with Lae’zel, one mentioning bringing her to the grove which captures Aria’s attention – a sign of civilization, where we might find a healer. She quickly shushed the party to listen to their conversation closer. Their cover was quickly blown when Gale stepped on a twig, causing both Aria and Astarion to send the wizard a deadly glare.

The tieflings stop their argument to warn the newcomers of the dangers their captive holds but as they do a voice infiltrates Aria’s head. 

Get rid of them. 

The voice spoke definitively, the eyes of the githyanki meeting that of her own as it does. Aria wondered if the other’s could hear it too.

I know what grows inside of you. I know the cure.

Shadowheart tugged at Aria’s sleeve, reminding her how quickly Lae’zel was to abandon her at the ship, confirming her suspicions that the rest of them heard the voice too.

If what she promised was true, and she did know the cure, then they had to release her. Remembering Gale’s colorful depiction of their grisly fate from earlier was all she needed to convince the guards to go and “save themselves” or whatever. As a departing gift the tieflings bestowed the group with the location of the grove they spoke of as well as the name of a healer to seek out, Nettie.

The gith offered none so much as a thanks upon her release.

[iamirhen]

Chapter 2 intro: Eurydice.

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Heyy! I'm back with the intro to the second part ot this comic. I wanted to set the tone and themes with this one.

This is not my personal interpretation of the myth, but I think the boy has reasons to not be too optimisitic about this subject.

Thanks as always @moosemonstrous for proof-reading <3

[ruminate88]

Why You Grieve Someone So Hard Who Is Still Alive:

The thing about emotional abuse is, that person you were with was wearing an image with you disguised as “perfect”. I literally believed my ex was a “perfectionist” the way he talked about his school work, his work life and the way he presented himself on Facebook, was “too good to be true.” Even his LinkedIn profile portrays him as this successful and well respected person….

In reality, he’s got a lot of issues to work out. The way he would treat me when I would confront him just to share my feelings of concern for “our well being” See, I was on “our team”. Not my own alone, I included him into my feelings and daily routines. I set aside private and personal time for him to be able to unpack his stress, I wanted to know about his day and I wanted to take care of him BUT he could not do the same for me. He kept up this “image” even when he was inflicting pain on me and isolating me too.

Sadly I could not see right through his fascade because I was too close to him intimately, I was looking at the things I wanted to see. Everyone around me saw the red flags and kept trying to be brutally honest with me!! I would post every Monday a “photo of him for man crush Monday” on instagram but strangers would make comments to me, “That guy doesn’t love you!” I would get super defensive and upset because Andrew was telling me “I love you with all my heart and soul.” Andrew refused to break up with me any time I confronted his behavior and my feelings scared him!!

When I would send long paragraphs to Andrew’s phone, expressing my heart felt commitment and concerns for our relationship, he always replied with short replies that felt like he was uneasy with me. I tried to reassure him so many times and create a safe space for him to be in.

Often Andrew would cry to me how stressful school was, how hard he was studying and trying to please his parents but it was “too hard.” I would say whatever words of encouragement I could, I would try to support him but it was never enough. He would scream to me how busy he is and tired so I would offer to break up and give him space cuz I felt he didn’t want to be in a relationship with me but when I would say “let’s just be friends and you can focus on school it’s ok” he would get overly irritated with me and be so cold and tell me I was making it worse. So I felt like nothing I did or said made him happy. He would make me feel like he didn’t want me to text him and that I was bothering him but he kept responding every time and the way he would get so defensive over me offering to “breaking up” made me hope that a part of him did “love me”. I kept giving him an easy exit but he stayed. 3 times I asked if he wanted to break up to focus on “school” and he always promised me he didn’t want to break up with me… that confused me!!! 🥴

I realize now it was never about him loving me, it was he didn’t wanna lose his servant. He didn’t wanna lose his toy. I was always kissing his feet begging for him to use me up cuz I was obsessed in trauma bond with him and even though he probably had other girls thinking they were his main lover, I thought that too and he couldn’t lose any of his toys. He plays with hearts for sure. 😭

But he would randomly give me little crumbs of affection and make me feel like all the stress and drama was worth it. When he would act outrageously towards me with stress and frustration, I would lie to myself and say “he’s just gotta finish this book report and then he’ll calm down and we’ll be happy again.” Ugh 😞 I lied to myself so much!!

cuz even after we broke up and he finished his sophomore year, he’s home now for the summer and we’re “friends” but he’s still abusing me. He went back to his summer job and he still had the same stress with me just different excuses AND he still was dropping me crumbs of affection …

I physically broke these cycles but mentally I’m still strung out addicted to his face and name. I HATE IT but it’s a high every time I think I see him or hear his name, my heart races and I’m transported back to the moments when he dropped me crumbs of “love and happiness”. Because we had moments of “heaven”. He would pretend to be the greatest lover I had…. But it was pretend. I’m trying to not forget the bad times because there was way more bad times than good with him!!! HIGHS AND LOWS. There was never any in betweens with him. ❤️‍🩹

[infpisme]

[jencsi]

Finlay Friday