#my cancer child

[m4rs-ex3]

THE HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS

TO MY SON. MY BOY. THE APPLE OF MY EYE THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE.

PRINCE/HIGH MAGE/BABYGIRL/ONLY BF EVER~

💕💕🩵🌀♋️💘✨✨💫🌟💐💐💐🩵🎊🎊🎉🎉🎊🫶🎊🫶🎊🎊♋️🎉🎉💗💐💐🥖🥖🥖⚡️CALLUM✨💫🌈🌈🎊🎊💐💐✨✨✨🎊🎊♋️♋️💙💙💞💙🩵💙🩵💗💕💓⚡️✨✨🌟💫💫💐💖💝🫶🩵🌀

he's about to get absolutely fucked up but awww! he so cute !!!!!!!

[marzipanandminutiae]

As someone who works with social history for a living, I feel like I’m the aggressive opposite of an anti-vaxxer

I fucking LOVE vaccines, friends. Give me the science stab. I’m so ready. it’s a beautiful day to not die of a Bajillion and one diseases that carried off like half the population before they had even reached age 10, and a significant portion before they made it to old age, 150 years ago

I go to the old cemetery. I see the vast numbers of infant and child and young adult graves. And then I go to my doctor and get injected with Potion of Fuck That Noise. This is beautiful and miraculous and I do not remotely understand how some people can reject it – not just for themselves, but for their children

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Something something about Buck getting to be the big brother he never had to Ravi…

[skeletalheartattack]

honestly, the most devastating news you could hear about in 2007 while playing roblox was learning that Scatman John passed away in 1999. like, finding that out was the roblox child's equivalent to 9/11.

[stubz]

"Sunscreen time! Everybody go to me or Kim for sunscreen."

Younglings run to either teacher, all except for their newest Fore, a Fyreian youngling.

"...sun scream? What is sun scream?"

"Sun-screen, its a cream we put on to protect us from the sun." explained Max.

"But teacher, cream can't protect us from the sun! We'll still burn if we touch it."

"It's for the sunlight. To let us, especially the ones with more sensitive skin, stay outside longer."

"Oh, I don't need it then. Fryeian's don't burn from sunlight."

"Yes but the sun also puts out harmful stuff, at least this one does, and that can hurt your skin after a long time."

"...are you tricking me? So that I'll put on the cream?" the youngling asked, arms crossed, ears flickering in annoyance.

"No, see?" the human points to his fellow teacher who's putting sunscreen on other children and younglings.

"Kim is putting sunscreen on Malaika, who doesn't get sunburned like the other human kids. Her skin is hard to burn, like you." he points to Malaika, who's giggling as Kim puts sunscreen on her cheeks and neck. "But she still wears it because she and her parents know that the sun can still hurt her."

"...Does Kim put on sunscreen too?"

"...yes. In fact, thank you for reminding me to remind her. She forgets after having to apply it to all the others," Max grins before turning to Kim. "Kim, don't forget yourself!"

"What! ...put sunscreen on me?! ...but I don't-!"

"You don't have enough sunscreen?! Okay I'll give you some of mine!!" he shouts before sprinting over to Kim.

"Wait, I don't need it! I don't sunburn, my skin is-MAX WAIT!" she was restrained before she could run.

"WHO WANTS TO PUT SUNSCREEN ON THE TEACHERS?!"

A chorus of screaming 'yeses' fill the park, dozens of tiny hands, claws, paws, and pincers, reach out to the two with sunscreeny hands.

"MAX! WHY!!" Kim screams before they descend on her.

"TO KEEP THE BALANCE!!" he screams closing his eyes and mentally preparing himself for what is about to happen.

*5 minutes later*

"See Fore? Even teacher Kim wears sunscreen." smiles a very shiny and white Max.

"...yeah, and if I have to wear sunscreen so do you." frowns a very shiny and 2 shades lighter Kim.

"...Okay!" smiles a happy Fore.

"...I hate you...I have sunscreen in my ears..." grumbles Kim

"For the balance...also I've been telling you for years to wear sunscreen so you don't get skin cancer." Max whispers, now happy that now his friend must finally wear proper sun protection.

[warlenys]

it’s about wilson choosing to potentially ruin his life over just choosing house. he’d rather risk everything trying to be normal than just accept that he’s not. and through that he insults house, reiterating as he always does that house isn’t normal house isn’t good house isn’t what wilson should be striving for house isn’t even what wilson should be Settling for. he says it again with “i should’ve spent my life being more like you” “you’d still have cancer” “yeah but at least i’d feel like i deserved it!”. even when he admits an openness to being like house, even when he’s saying he wishes he were like him, he’s still judging him by that completely conditioned moral compass he has to live upon. and that hurts house because it makes him feel like wilson’s blind to his kindness, which is not only something house wants so desperately to be but is something he actually manages to be with wilson. but he’s still evil in wilson’s repressed mind. and the worst fucking thing about this scene is that wilson’s admitting that a child is exactly like house. a child is a needy truculent narcissist. traits he forgives a child for because they’re Supposed to have them. but house isn’t. so it’s not even that wilson hates house for being awful he just hates him for being. house. for not being a wife and not being a child. and there’s nothing house can do to break through that sense of normalcy that wilson’s crafted goals are all completely based upon. even when he’s exactly like the child wilson wants he still isn’t it. even when he’s exactly like the girlfriend wilson has, he still isn’t her. wilson would rather ruin his life And a child’s life trying to be normal than just accept that he loves house. he’d rather hate himself than love house. and then. when the cancer comes. and he needs to die clean and pretty. he’d rather kill himself than struggle to change for house. he’d rather die normal than live queer. and Then you have the whole. he wants to be tied to a child because it takes away from him that choice to leave that he would otherwise always take. he can’t divorce the boring normal life this time. it’s almost like how house wants to wait for the burning building to kill him instead of making the decision to live. because neither of them want to suffer and choosing each other will always be suffering. wilson will always hate that he’s not normal and house will always be in pain. wilson will always have to give up his ideal normal life for house and house will always have to give up his pills his job his friends his life for wilson. and being together doesn’t negate that suffering, they just have to accept that it’s the best option. because it’s what they truly deep down want. it’s the only thing that can make them even close to happy. they work together: wilson regrets the child, and house takes that pain away; but also they Don’t, because wilson still hates him for it. and even if it’s forgiven eventually, that reaction that he can’t change lingers in house i think. house will always have to deal with being hurt by wilson’s conservatism. wilson will always have to deal with being in love with an evil man. but also. they love each other. so it doesn’t matter. But. also. it Does.

[brainrotcharacters]

THEY'RE ALL ADORABLE

[thepersonperson]

With the revelation of Gruncle Sukuna (aka Grunckuna) via Wasuke being his twin, I would like to draw attention to Wasuke being divorced in canon.

This means that in spirit, Sukuna is also divorced.

[grox-empire]

Please don't take my sunshine away.

Some pre-daybreak Grox lore, Featuring two characters who haunt the narrative.

[fishfingersandscarves]

Not my dad telling me to "stop acting like a victim" bc I'm resting and about to take a nap on the couch 💀 and then when I commented back about it he says he wants to me to do my best and I said "what if this is my best now" and noooo answer

[jellyfilledeyes]

maybe this is just me but i felt like the most out of character thing percys done was encourage annabeth to forgive her dad and step mom because i know damm well if he knew the fact that annabeth was basically neglected to hell and back by her dad and stepmom and was treated like absolute shit by her stepmom he would not say this shit

[ifwebefriends]

Sometimes I look back at my younger self who was so scared and upset and dealing with so much more than they should have and couldn’t really control anything and I wish I could go back in time and give them a big hug and tell them that things are kinda gonna suck for a while but there will still be pockets of discolored joy and comfort in the suffering and that things will get better one day and it will all be worth it. It won’t be perfect or the same ever again but it’ll be alright. I wish I could tell them that I’m sorry.

[mintmatcha]

idk if i just made this up in my head but i swear u said that soggy reader ends up dating and marrying iwa and i just 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

she does! It's years after and iwa has had a divorce at that point, but they get married and have a kid together

[artemis-73]

Suptober Day 11: Myth

Dean's always hated hospitals. The smell, the sterile walls, the somber atmosphere, the twisting, scraping dread in his gut. But more than hospitals, he hates the pediatrics wing. He hates the tableaus painted in the hallways. He hates the cartoons playing on the TV. He hates the tiny beds and the blankets with stars and moons on them.

He's standing at the window, staring out at the parking garage when the the doctor comes in. Sam and Jess greet him quietly, but Dean can't bring himself to look. He can tell by the warble in Sam's voice that it's not going to be good news. He can imagine the doctor's face set grimly with a sympathetic twist.

There's a murmured explanation that Dean doesn't try to parse, but he gets snippets. Things like "experimental treatments" and "numbers are still low."

Dean remembers his dad, stark raving mad after their mom died, becoming obsessed with a magical way to fix it. The fix changed day-to-day, depending on how much he'd been drinking. Some days, he was looking for a way to bring her back to life. Others, he wanted revenge on any one of the laundry list of people he blamed for her death: the firefighters, the paramedics, the man who installed their smoke detectors, the electrician who wired the house years before they bought it.

When he turns around and sees little Mary curled up in a mountain of blankets, sounds asleep with dark circles like bruises under her eyes, and half a dozen machines hooked up to her, he understands his old man better than he ever did when he was alive. He'd tear the whole world apart for his niece.

Sam and Jess are looking over the information packets the doctor left, talking about their options and what they could even begin to afford, what their insurance will bother covering.

"I'm gonna go for a drive," he says to the room.

They barely look up when he leaves.

It's late enough in the day that the parking garage is only about half full. The Impala sits alone in one of the corners. In the trunk, there's a box of their dad's things. Stuff Dean can't bear to throw out but doesn't want in his own house, worthless knick knacks and sentimental shit, but most importantly: a journal.

It's the ramblings of a paranoid, possibly schizophrenic man. Dean tried reading it once, right after John died, hoping for some closure. All he found was that his father was sicker than they ever dreamed. He'd imagined a world of demons and monsters to cope with the death of his wife. He'd abandoned his kids over and over again to chase something that would make a deal with him: his life for his wife's.

Dean flips to the last entry. It's from the day John died. It's a rambling whiskey-riddled mess that amounts to blubbering apologies about how he should've been a better father. When Dean first read it, he'd barely skimmed it. Now, he trudges through the lines of slanting writing, looking for any clue.

On the third page, he finds it: a passing mention of a deal he made a two years before. Dean flips back through the pages, skipping over the years until he finds the entry:

It worked. The black eyed bastard couldn't bring her back. He said she was in heaven. I only got two years out of the deal, but he agreed to clean up whoever was responsible.

From there, he reads backwards carefully, looking for what exactly John did. Only a couple pages further, he finds honest-to-god instructions, including an ingredient list, to summon a fucking demon at a crossroads. It says he'll get ten years to live in exchange for whatever he wants. He stands in the parking garage for a long time, looking down at John's clear, blocky writing.

There's a little tin jar that used to sit in John's kitchen. Dean thinks he remembers it even further back, in the kitchen of their family home. It was one of the few things John had salvaged after the fire. When he'd cleared out John's apartment, Dean hadn't even looked in it before throwing it in the box. Now, he pops it open and stares at what's inside: a layer of dirt, a tiny bone, and a singed photo of John.

He feels insane for even considering it. John was sick. Whatever delusion he lived through can't possibly help Dean or Mary.

But if it's not real, then it can't hurt either.

It takes longer than he expected to find a dirt crossroads. He's in the middle of nowhere, and the sun has completely set. It'd be creepy on a good day. Knowing he's trying to summon a demon, though? He's downright spooked.

He replaces John's photo with his driver's license--he doesn't have the patience to go home for a different picture--and digs in the packed dirt with his bare hands. It cakes deep under his fingernails and turns his hands dark. Once he's patted it smooth again, he stands back and waits.

For thirty seconds then a minute then two minutes.

The disappointment is a sucker punch. "So stupid," he mutters to himself.

"Dean Winchester," a gravelly voice says from behind him.

He spins around, heart hammering, to find a man lounging on the hood of the Impala. He's in a suit that doesn't seem to fit quite right, and his tie's crooked and flipped the wrong way. His eyes are piercingly pale. Dean can't tell the color in the moonlight, but he'd guess they're blue, not at all what he expected from a "black-eyed bastard."

But most importantly: he's sprawled on the hood of the Impala.

"Dude, not on my car," he whines.

The man--demon?--laughs. Honest to god, throws his head back and laughs up at the sky. Obligingly, he slides off the car and onto his own two feet. "My apologies."

"Wait," Dean says, finally catching up to what the guy had actually said, "how do you know my name?"

"Your father was quite a character." There's a bite to his words that raises Dean's hackles. "Very demanding, very ungrateful."

"Yeah, well, from where I'm standing, it looks like you shorted him eight years."

"He asked for too much."

"And you were more than happy to deliver."

Any trace of amusement is gone from the demon. He cocks his head and grinds his jaw, and Dean wonders if crossroad demons can kill the people who summon them to make deals.

Finally, the demon asks, "Is this some kind of belated revenge mission? I thought you'd be thanking me, frankly."

"Thanking you for killing my dad?" Dean huffs. Something about the guy presses all his buttons.

"I didn't kill anyone-- Well, that's not true. I didn't kill him. Besides, he wasn't exactly father of the year, now was he?"

Dean doesn't have a response to that, and it's clear the demon knows he's won this round. He smiles faintly then holds out a hand. "I'm Castiel."

Dean's not sure on the protocol with crossroads deals. He doesn't want to accidentally make a deal before he gets to the main event.

Castiel rolls his eyes. "It's just a handshake. Then we can start talking about why you actually summoned me."

Against his better judgement, Dean shakes his hand. It feels like a normal, human hand, which might actually be weirder. He yanks his hand away.

"My niece is sick. Leukemia. And she's getting sicker. Last round of treatments didn't do shit, and I--" He shies away from Castiel's intense, unwavering gaze. "Fix her. That's all I want."

Castiel clicks his tongue. "Simple enough. Ten years for your niece's clean bill of health." He almost sounds disappointed. "Did John mention how we seal deals?"

Dean hesitates, racking his brain. "Uh, no?"

Castiel's eyes flash black, which should knock Dean on his ass. Instead, weirdly, he thinks the look suits him.

"A kiss."

Now that almost lays him out. "Like on the mouth?"

Castiel's eyes flash back to their pale, human version, and he laughs again, this time a low chuckle, like he's hearing an old, familiar joke. "Yes, on the mouth."

"Couldn't just be a handshake," Dean grumbles, but he steps closer anyway. He's had his fair share of awkward, passionless kisses, and none of those ended with Mary getting to have a normal childhood.

Castiel wraps a hand around the nape of Dean's neck and holds him in place. Even though the touch is light, power radiates from it. With barely a thought, Castiel could snap his neck. Hell, he could probably do it without even touching him. (Demon's have psychic powers, right?)

Oh. His eyes are blue. The thought has barely come to him before those eyes flash black again, and he's being kissed. He expected a perfunctory peck. Instead, fire licks against his lips, flares across his skin. His fingers are in Castiel's hair, and his back's pressed against the Impala, and he's not sure when either of those things happened.

Castiel is a firm, hot pressure searing against his front, and Dean wants to pull him even closer. He wants to wrap himself in his warmth and never come back out.

Castiel is the one to pull away first. His hand holds Dean's jaw in place so that he can't chase after him. Dean gets the feeling that it's not the first time Castiel has tried to pull away to speak. His eyes are still black, and Dean's close enough to see himself in the reflection.

"Interesting," Castiel practically pants. He steps back and smooths his suit like it wasn't already a rumpled mess. "I'll be seeing you, Dean."

Between one blink and the next, he's gone. Dean sags against the Impala. I'll be seeing you, Dean. It didn't sound like he meant he'd see him in a decade when he came to collect on his debt. No, Dean had a feeling he'd be visited by Castiel much, much sooner.

"I'm fucked."

[saturnniidae]

Yay!! Yaya!!! The beginning of Dr. Aditya Singh's downward spiral!!! Yay!!!

[cinderflower]

Hey! I love your works, thanks for sharing them! Your stuff is some of my favorites in the fandom!

I just wanted to ask your opinion on how Malenia and Miquella (from FoR and your characterization of them specifically) would view Millicent. How do you think they'd interact with her? Would they avoid her? What would that mean for their own relationship? Etc etc.

Just asking because I think your take on Malenia and Miquella is so interesting to play around with.

Thanks! Your stuff is awesome!!

Wah, anon this is such a sweet message, I'm always humbled to hear people like my works and my characterizations! Thank you so much 🥺💕

I'm so sorry this is so long but as I'm sure you can imagine, I have Many Thoughts about Malenia lol.

I've actually thought quite a lot about Millicent and her sisters and I think, first and foremost, that she doesn't know about them at all. I think after her bloom and being carried back to the roots of the Haligtree that she's basically been in a pseudo-coma as the rot progresses now that she's needle-less, so she might know about the kindred of rot but not Millicent or her sisters.

With Malenia, I really focus on her lack of autonomy as a character throughout the most formative years of her life and the trauma that undoubtedly came with it, where she is burdened with the rot which would have effectively ostracized her from most people except Miquella (because of his immunity to the rot). This is also in addition to her being named as an Empyrean and already having her fate decided for her. So the nature by which Millicent and her sisters came to be, after her bloom and presumably like offshoots or cuttings from plants, they'd be another blow against her autonomy because she didn't have a say in their creation (implied by Gowry raising them and her rejection of the kindred of rot).

Specifically with Millicent, I imagine Malenia would see a lot of herself in her, and I think she would harbor a deep resentment because of that - not because she'd dislike Millicent, but because Millicent would be a reflection of her younger self. Someone who is spawned from her, consequently cursed BY her, to suffer the same hardships. Millicent is the same as younger Malenia, which consequently forces Malenia into the role of the Outer Rot God in their dynamic - unwittingly having taken on the role of the thing she hates. If Malenia had embraced the rot like Romina, I think it would be different, but every time she accepts it, it's when she's at the end of her rope with no choices left and she's essentially resigned herself to death.

This might sound harsh, but it's also why I love her as a character - I believe Malenia is ultimately deeply selfish in her actions where Miquella is concerned (and vice versa ignoring all the DLC). She's sworn herself to his cause, has proven herself willing to die for him, to go to war for him, to commit countless atrocities in his name and inflict the very thing she despises - the curse that has caused her so much misery - on countless others. For him. But! In a twisted way, it's also for herself! Because for once, this is HER choice. She decided to take on the title of his blade and devote herself to him. No matter the ask, no matter the cost.

Miquella, who knows Malenia better than anyone and has been by her side throughout the worst of it, knows all of this. I believe he would be sympathetic to Millicent and her sisters (also seeing a younger Malenia in them) but I suspect that while he would also try to help them in secret, he'd be (selfishly) keeping them away from Malenia so that she wouldn't have to deal with all the trauma I mentioned above. He might feel some guilt about it, but with how I write him in FoR, he's always willing to harbor some secrets if he believes it's in Malenia's best interest. He wants to save her, to give her back the life she's been denied - a life free of her rot and any burdens. And that would mean a life without five magically spawned new dependents whose existence would be inflicting constant psychic damage on Malenia and that she'd feel responsible for.

In a timeline where the twins are far less codependent, and where they're not both so focused on Miquella's ambitions to cure Malenia of her rot and revolutionize the world, maybe Malenia is able to take the time to heal and make peace with herself. In that timeline, maybe Millicent would serve to be a positive and healing influence on her.