#dr. ilpier

[m4delin]

Healing Hands of a Mortal

Au: Descensus, God AU Characters: Dr. Iplier aka Doc, Wilford aka Life Warnings: Mentions of war, mentions of deaths. Nothing graphic Tagging: @lamiasluck

Yanois story that started all this, War’s origin story

Summary: This is Doc’s story on how he became a god

As a human, Doc showed great understanding for the human body. How it functioned, what supposedly made it better, what to do if something was wrong. And he always knew when there was nothing that could be done.

When asked, Doc would shrug and simply say "I just know." He taught as many as he could, women, men, people, but none seemed to understand the healing better than him. Or even be close in the same understanding, despite having him as a teacher.

One day a warrior arrived into the town Doc lived in, telling them what was happening in the bigger cities. Humans was making an uproar against the gods, especially towards Harvest. They have loved Harvest for a long time now, why did They deny them food? Doc took one look at the warrior and knew something was amiss. Sure, the gods could be just as selfish as any human, but there was more to this story than Harvest simply feeling greedy. Doc prayed that everything would calm down quickly.

But the gods were too busy to listen to a simple man.

War broke out between mortals and gods.

Doc served the humans for a long time, earning the title of Life, as he healed those he could. Rumors about him being a god spread but none pointed their weapon against him as he was the only one able to save those gravely injured by the gods.

One day a small troop of soldiers came into camp, proud of themselves despite being seriously injured

 "We met and took down one of Harvester's helpers," they bragged as Doc stitched them up. "It pleaded, struggled, but we took It down!”

With no words to answer, Doc only felt sadness. That wasn't a god who died in battle. That was an execution of someone innocent. As soon as he was done, he left camp with a claim that he needed to look for supplies. No one questioned him, they barely even noticed due to the celebration of the 'victory'.

Doc began his search. He looked everywhere he could and eventually he found what he was searching for. But it was only due to the fact of someone letting out their sorrow and grief. Carefully, he followed the cries and when he reached the clearing, there was a man with hair that shifted in color and in his arms was a child.

A child that was at the brink of death.

Doc knew that the man was a god. He knew that the child was the victim of the soldier's rage. He knew, if he stepped into the clearing and made himself known, his head would roll. Probably making humanity suffer with the loss of their greatest healer. But he was an old man by now.

With care, Doc stepped closer to the grieving god. "There is still time, your Highness," he said in a soft voice and it felt like his heart would stop when the god's tearful and rageful eyes were laid upon him. It wasn't just a god.

It was Life.

"There is no time, mortal," Life hissed as he clutched the child close to himself. "Leave, if your life is dear to you."

Fear gripped him, but Doc was determined to do what he could, so he simply walked closer. "I'm an old man now, Life, I do not have much longer. Grant me one final wish, and let me help the child."

Surprised by his words, Life let Doc walk close and kneel beside him. "Why do you wish to heal a god, a being your kind have declared war against?"

Doc stayed silent as he examined the wounds on the child and took out what he needed to at least try to save it. "A child, no matter human or god, is not meant to be a casualty of war. They are innocent despite the power they might or might not have. I'm here to correct a wrong made by my own kind."

Life watched as Doc worked. It took hours of careful work, but somehow the child's life never was drained. And He knew it was not from his own powers. "You have been touched by Healing," he said, words falling on empty ears as the human focused on his task. A smile tugged on his lips and he stayed silent for the rest of the time.

When Doc was done, the child was still alive but very weak. "I suggest you take it to your own healer. There's only so much I can do on a god."

Life gathered the child in his arms and tears of joy fell down his cheeks. "Thank you, mortal. We will be in your debt." With those words, Life disappeared into thin air.

Doc smiled and gathered his supplies, proud over what he had done. A child should never get harmed by an adult.

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Three days later, the humans retreated and sorrow rang through the towns. Doc, their healer and saviour, had died peacefully in his sleep.

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Doc sat in his bed, looking over the people grieving over his dead body. They were still waiting for priests to gather his body for a funeral.

"I remember you," a soothing voice said and Doc looked up to see a person, hair whiter than snow and clothes almost floating around Them.

"Healing," he greeted with a bow. "I was expecting no one to come, Death at best, to take me into oblivion."

"He will not come. Come with me Doc, you and I have a lot of work ahead of us."

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That was the day Doc became Healing's helper. He stayed by Their side until war ended as they worked to heal both sides.

As they worked together, Doc grew in power. Healing smiled proudly, treating him as Their son. And Doc knew, within time, Healing would retire and let Doc take over Their role. But for now, he enjoyed staying by Their side and doing what he does best.

Heal those in need.

[ask-the-jackseptic-markimoo-blog]

Dr.Iplier: If you keep ignoring your emotions like this, you will eventually break down.

Dark: How unfortunate.

[m4delin]

oh Host... xD

Dr. Iplier taking care of Host’s bandages. Host being a smartass.

[idekwtf-is-happening]

Chef Iplier and Dr. Iplier are twins

[ii-anti]

This is a bit of an odd (and very detailed) request but do you think you could do like an edit of anti vs dark with like dr schneeplestein and chase behind Anti and wilford, google, the host and dr ilpier behind dark? And like the background is a deserted carnival? (If you have the time of course! If you don't then that's okay! It's a lengthy request, I know. I apologize for that.)

Completed!

I don’t really know how long it took to edit this because I wasn’t really keeping track of time in any way but it’s finally done. No idea if it’s what you had in mind but it’s the best that I could do with the resources available to me.

You can find the completed request here.

[askthedazzlingwilford]

Which of the other egos(not yourself, obviously) is your favorite?

“But I love mE, why cAn’t I pick me?” Wilford turned his head and thought about who to pick.

“Welllllll, I like Host’s gold hair, and Dark’s suit, ooh and Dr. ilpier’s shiny head thing is perfect for when I need to check my hair and not listen to him talk!”

Wilford smiled completely ignoring what he was supposed to be doing. He decided to dance/run away.

[m4delin]

🤔 Hm, Prompts and a Pairing? Fluff? First Date with Doc and Host? Or Illinois and Yancy?

“Dr. Iplier needs to take a break.”

Edward didn’t flinch at the words from Host, instead he kept his hands steady as he cleaned away the last of the blood from Host’s cheek. “What I need is for you to stop pressuring yourself so I can stop changing your bandages two times a day,” he mutters and reaches for the clean bandages. “And for the other idiots to stay in place for one evening and stop getting hurt.” Edward closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I have too much work for a break.”

Host hummed and thought as Edward worked. “What if-” he began, falling silent just a moment as Edward secured the bandage. “What if Host ensured Dr. Iplier got a free evening?”

Edward held back a snort. “I told you to call me Edward. And besides, how would you be able to do that? They always find ways to disturb my free time.” He patted Host’s shoulder to let him know he was done without disturbing their conversation.

“Dr. Iplier should come by the library.” Host stood up and corrected his collar. “Take a shower and dress in comfortable clothes. Host promises that Dr. Iplier will have a comfortable evening.”

An evening where no one disturbed him? “Sure.” Edward couldn’t turn down the offer.

“Good. It’s a date then.”

Edward didn’t reflect on the words as Host left the small clinic. No, it wasn’t as he was standing in front of the library doors that he remembered what Host had said.

And just as he was about to turn around, Host opened the doors with a small smile. It looked nice on him.

“Welcome. Host is... very happy that Dr. Iplier decided to come.”

A smile tugged on Edward’s lips. “Edward. Now, you promised a relaxing evening?”

“Yes. Come inside, Dr. Ipl- Edward. Edward will have a pleasat evening.”

Edward followed Host who slowly walked forward and he couldn’t help but to take in his looks. Host’s trenchcoat was gone and a soft looking sweater took its place. He looked more vurnable than he’d ever done since coming to the Manor.

“Sit down,” Host said and motioned towards a couch before sitting down in an armchair. Edward did as he was told.

Soon Host’s voice filled the air as he told a story and Edward felt himself relax. And just before his heavy eyelids closed for the rest of the night, he found himself wanting to do this again. Just to be the two of them, outside the clinic.

Maybe he should ask Host about it tomorrow.

[m4delin]

Imagine Yancy, but posessed by the Manor Entity, but instead of depression he'd be also a 'Ready to kill anyone in sight'.

Ooooohhhhh

It starts with Yancy waking up, his body Heavy and feeling unmotivated to do anything. Dr. Iplier checks on him and at first he thinks it’s just a cold. As it continues he determines it’s depression and tries the best he can do to help Yancy. Including giving him medicin.

But nothing helps. The more time he spends with the others, the less he feels like he’s worth anything for them. His nightmares are filled with a void and he screams in it, and it whisper back that it will always take care of him. That Yancy just needs to relax and everything will turn out alright.

He gives in when Illinois have been gone for a long time and after a phonecall, mentioned that he met a few people that he will accompany for a bit so he won’t be home for another while.

The void purrs, despite that Yancy are not asleep yet. It purrs in the back of his mind and something new awakens inside of Yancy. An itch.

Edward knocks on the door, it’s the evening check on Yancy. He enters and Closes the door after him, looking in his notes as he talks to the other ego. When he finally looks up, Yancy are staring at him with wild eyes, and a hungry grin. Edward barely takes a step forward in concern before Yancy stands up and takes two steps and are up in his face.

.

When the other egos finally tackles up the door, Yancy are standing over Edward’s body, laughing maniacally, clawing and drawing blood from his own face. He stares at them with empty eyes and a crazy grin. Dark spreads out his arms to protect the others.

“Run.”

Yancy lunges at Dark.

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Again, probably not what you imagined. Hope it’s good enough anyway xD