#poor unfortunate souls au

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Medicine

Prologue =-= Previous =-= Next

Author's note: Hura in Husbandry.

Warnings: descriptions of illness, let me know if I need to add more.

Summary: Hura takes care of his Bonded when they get sick.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams,

Tagged continued: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k

Hura has been tending to his beloved, darling Bonded human, who's got a wicked cough that has their lungs wheezing and having a crackling, popping noise that herald's illness and discomfort in base line humans. He tends to his beloved, monitoring them and how they progress. Lovingly tending to them and getting them whatever it is they need or want.

He'd insisted that they take time off work- and had encouraged their Supervisor into being more understanding. He soothed his darling human, letting them know that once they recover from this minor Blessing from Grandfather, that they will be able to go back to work if that is what they want to do.

He and his war band can help pull strings to ensure that the roof his human so proudly and carefully works to have is maintained and all that base line nonsense of "paying rent" and "making sure the utilities are paid for" and other such mortal concerns are taken care of. He's humming to himself as he continues to make them lunch, a hearty stew with a mild flavor so as to not upset their delicate stomach.

He tilts his helmet to the side as he hears his human's coughing get worse again and the sudden thundering of feet as they run to the bathroom and he hears the noises they make in it. Oh dear- he'll need to ensure that they get more fluids, as this sickness is not doing them any favors with keeping any kind of food or fluids down.

He's been very careful to make sure that they are taking the medicines that they are supposed to at regular intervals, even if they sometimes fuss at him for the unfortunate flavor of the medicines. It only takes him tilting his head just so and letting out a sad, warbling croon to have his human wilt and take the medicine.

The faces that they make are terribly entertaining at times, and he rewards them with cuddles and purrs. He does do work for his war band, but since he's on light duty since he informed the Captain in charge that his Human was ill, mostly he was tending to them and their apartment to make sure it was tidy. While he didn't mind filth, and indeed, grandfather's blessings took better if it was messier, his human liked things nice and tidy and clean.

Which, he'd honor, even if he struggled sometimes with his Nurglite sensibilities. While in his dear human's home, he does his best to follow the rules that they have for him. The stew is finished and he sets it to cooling, ladeling a bowl full and carefully heading up the stairs to where his human is.

They'd finished using the bathroom and was flopped on their bed, red faced, stuffy nosed and with a bottle of water beside them and a pile a used tissues in a bag beside their bed. He peers down at the towel laying on the ground that would soak up … stuff that comes up when they couldn't get to the restroom in time. He'll take the towel to be cleaned and, lay down a fresh one.

He croons lovingly at his human, "Time to eat love."

They groan and huff and try to take the bowl, he holds it in such a way that can't quite grab it, they huff at him again, and allow him to feed them spoonfuls of the food. He purrs in response as he occasionally gives them nuzzles for being such a good human and allowing him to feed and care for them.

Once they finish the bowl of soup he heads back downstairs and continues to do the house chores that need to be done. A few hours later he checks in on his human, and his hearts beat quicker with fondness, and he chuckles and gently heads into the restroom. His human had decided to take a bath, likely to soak in it for the warmth.

They had fallen asleep in the water and was half curled in a position he knows will cause them pain if they stay in it too long. So with a gentle, loving croon he unstoppers the tube and wraps a nice, warm, fluffy towel around them.

They wake up briefly before falling back asleep. Poor thing, is so tired from the sickness they have as he gently scoops them up and head back to their sleeping area and makes sure to use a second towel to carefully dry their hair with gentle, squeezing strokes as they are gently tucked into bed.

[demaparbat-hp]

The Argument (aka Watch as These Two Nerds Fight Over Whether Ghosts or Aliens Spirits or Yokai are Real).

It's Dandadan AU time! A bit of lore:

Spirits are supernatural creatures who govern over certain aspects of our world (like Agni is a Sun spirit while Hei Bai is a forest). Yokai are the corrupted souls of humans who suffered in terrible ways, and were unable to move on to the afterlife—thus becoming something else.

Most people can't tell the difference between a spirit and a yokai. These two dorks, though? They're painfully aware of it.

[tempo-takoyaki]

Transmigrator!Hua Cheng AU (aka SVSSS x TGCF AU) | I mean technically it's an AU but I wrote it in a way that would make it fit as HC's POV throughout TGCF, so AU or theory? Take that as you will | Warning: Canon Compliant Violence, Suicide ideation, Implied non-con (not between Hualian and never actually happens here)

"A Tale of Three Princes" was Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky’s latest novel. Unlike his previous success, Proud Immortal Demon's Way, ATTP (as it was called by the fans) was a renowned  masterpiece. Far from the stallion novels Airplane readers had been used to, ATTP was more akin to one of those classics that would be taught over and over again throughout  the centuries. What made it so peculiar though was the narrative device used to tell its story.

ATTP was not in fact a single story, but three, set in the same universe, centuries apart. The three stories were updated one after another daily, by chapters of ten thousand words (as Airplane readers were used to). Which meant that the readers had no idea how each story ended before being swept up into the next...

Which also explained why Zhu Qiang did not know any of the three endings when he got reincarnated into ATTP.

It had been just another terrible day for Zhu Qiang when he died. He had found a quiet spot in his school's stairwell to unwind and read the latest update of ATTP when his bullies had found their way back to him. He had put up a good fight, maybe too much, as he could still remember losing his footing and falling head first onto the stairs. When he had opened his eyes, it was not to the stairwell's ceiling, or even a hospital, but a busy street where people in ancient clothing looked at him strangely.

After a few minutes, he had put two and two together relatively quickly. He  had transmigrated in none other than the second story of ATTP, also called the Xianle Arc. As for which character he was supposed to be... He had no idea. When he had asked the system about it, it only flashed him a [System has encountered an error. System update…] which was not helpful in the least. Despite his more introverted personality, he had no other choice but to ask around… And the answers came relatively quickly: “It’s the monster child!” “Get away you fiend!” “Disappear!” With a sigh, he came to the realization that unlike many of those popular transmigration novels, this life wouldn’t be too much different from his previous one.

He hadn’t been the best looking guy back in his hometown, at least from what he knew, and people had always bullied him for it. This time around, he had no mirrors or phones to confirm what others said, but he supposed he wasn’t much different. (Though to be fair, even back in his previous life he had always carefully avoided mirrors and photos, he couldn’t even recall what his own face actually looked like). Once the system had finished its update, it tried to give him some helpful directions to survive, like where he could find food or shelter, but any questions about what character he was supposed to be were left unanswered. (All that he knew was that he was about ten years old). However, he finally got access to his stats (after days left to his own devices) and he almost choked on the spot.

“MINUS THIRTY-SIX ON LUCK?! WTF?!”

The reason for  these god-awful bad stats? A passive skill called Eye of Misfortune which reduced his own luck by a hundred points, and the one of surrounding people by fifteen percent. Completely unfair… But it explained people’s glares and insults. Again, with no mirror to look for, Zhu Qiang had no idea of what that Eye of Misfortune actually looked like. But at this point, he had understood that the best way to stay on the down low was to hide it. Usually, those types of novels would then introduce a special ability only the protagonist could have to solve his main issue and become a total badass… But asking the system about it, for the very first time, it seemed to express an actual tangible emotion.

[System apologizes. There has been an error. UV003 has no special ability attached to this vessel besides Eye of Misfortune and Demonic Heritage.]

Ah, yes Demonic Heritage. Another passive skill that actually was useful, unlike the other, as it made him less receptive to pain by fifty percent. He supposed it was linked to Eye of Misfortune in some way… But again how could he know when he’d apparently spawned out of nowhere with a backstory he wasn’t aware of? As time passed, the hope of bettering his life slimmed down until it seemed barely believable. 

He had no parents to take care of him. No home to find shelter in. No prospect of finding a job with his “deformity” as people called it… Only two months went by before he called it quits.

If he hadn’t died in that stairwell, he probably would have jumped from the rooftop of his school. He wasn’t afraid of death, he had hoped for that prospect for many years prior to reincarnating. But reincarnation hadn’t been kinder to him. It hadn’t offered him a life he could change, one he could better to prove he was worthy of something, anything. The system flashed him warning signs, but fuck it, he was tired. So tired of playing into God’s hand. 

[Major Event Activated: The Last Parade of Xianle.]

At the top of the castle’s wall, he could remember the first chapter of the second story of ATTP. “His beauty was beyond compare, his stance the one of a mighty warrior, and his gaze behind the mask: determined, fierce, and maybe even sly in his own childish way.” (Chapter 2 of A Tale Of Three Princes) He was too tired to go on, but if he had to go one last time, he wanted to see the prince, his favorite character, before doing so.

Once he saw him in his golden clothes, Zhu Qiang took a step beyond the edge and…

…

[Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations! Great things must be said three times! You have successfully changed the plot "The Star of Bad Omen" into "A Fateful meeting"! Character role changed from "Canon Fodder" to "Side Character". +100 B-points!]

… Uh?

He was cradled into a pair of strong arms, holding him tight against embroidered robes despite his dirty appearance. He heard the sound of a wooden object hitting the floor, and he looked up. There, with the most gentle eyes he had ever seen…

[New Character Unlocked: Xie Lian, Prince of Xianle. Second protagonist of A Tale of Three Princes.]

Zhu Qiang wanted to strangle the system with all his might. Finally, finally he knew which character he had been transmigrated into: THAT ONE STUPID KID WHO KILLED HIMSELF DURING THE PARADE OF XIANLE, CURSING THE ENTIRE COUNTRY IN THE PROCESS. WOW. That one child who had no name but haunted the entire second plotline of ATTP. Never named but always present, the curse of the city, the failure of its inhabitants, a character full of symbolism but no actual practical utility to speak of… No wonder his luck stat was so low and the system did nothing to make up for it!! He was born to die!!! 

That alone, pissed him off enough to reschedule his suicide at a later date. If he had to die he wanted it to be by his own hands and his own choice. If the system wanted him dead, then it was no better than his bullies back in his previous life! Besides, he was already laughing in its face, because he had been held by the Crown Prince of Xianle, a beauty amongst beauties, the most perfect and fascinating character ever written (in Zhu Qiang’s own biased opinion as a 16 year old).

What happened afterwards though was embarrassing to say the least. First he had been found out by Qi Rong (that bastard traitor, he had always hated him even when he was only a reader) who had beaten him to a pulp (he was so thankful for Demonic Heritage at that moment), then Xie Lian had saved him (yay!) and he had taken care of him (double yay!) and then he and his subordinates had asked him questions (fuck).

“What’s your name?” He doesn’t know. “What does your mother call you?” Uuuuh people said his cursed eye was red so maybe… “Hong…Hong-er?” “How cute!” Nailed it. “Where are your parents?” Damn, he wishes he knew! “I… ran away from home.” “Poor boy…” He would have felt awful if it weren’t for Xie Lian’s gentle hands and his soft smile. Any lie in the world was worth it if it allowed him to see him. He was however, feeling very uneasy in the presence of Feng Xin and Mu Qing, Xie Lian’s two closest servants and friends who were eyeing him as if he had a bomb hidden under his clothes. Especially Mu Qing, the last chapter of ATTP about Xianle he read implied that Mu Qing was about to betray the prince, and so Zhu Qiang (now renamed Hong-er) didn’t trust him one bit.

But even so… After that awful cultivator told him he didn’t deserve to live (and god did he already know that)... Xie Lian took him in his arms and said he wasn’t a monster. No matter how ugly his sobbing was, no matter the reason for his misfortune, Xie Lian, unafraid of him, held him and told him he was not a monster… that was more than anyone had ever done for him in two lifetimes. And for the first time in a long time, Zhu Qiang cried.

He already knew he was a curse on legs, and so no matter how thankful he was, he couldn’t extend his stay. He knew what sort of character he was, if he did, things would only get worse for Xie Lian from then on. And he didn’t want that for him… And then Xie Lian ascended.

It was a miracle that he stayed alive for so long. His saving grace? Not Xie Lian’s temple he had built himself and took care of. No. It was beating the other street kids like they had beaten him up before. Hey, no judgement, those weren’t modern times, the worst that would happen is some other kids coming back to get revenge and then he could whoop their ass over again. Uh? He was an adult beefing with kids? That’s a detail, system, buddy! Let him enjoy this miserable life of his that had not improved one bit in three years besides that!

[+32 exp point. User has obtained a new success: Child Beater. Congratulations… (-_-)]

Now it’s just making stuff up. Anyway, life was going, that was it. Every day was the same: go in the fields to get a flower for the crown prince’s statue (not only did it make him happy, it also raised his Faith stat!), pray, take care of the temple if need be, take leftovers from one of the big houses in the neighbourhood, beat other kids up when they came to provoke him (or steal his food), go back to the temple to pray (again), clean it up (again), steal food (again), beat kids (again) and sleep where no one will see him (...again). It was fine the first year. The second, it had become redundant, the third, he was wondering what the heck he was doing. Beating kids raised his stats slowly but surely, but becoming stronger wasn’t his goal. What he wanted… And that was it, he didn’t know what he wanted. And after three years, doubt made its way in the cracks of his broken heart: he lived so he could spite the system for attempting to kill him… But was it worth it? 

Xie Lian was a god now, and with his shitty luck, was he going to live long enough to even see him for the upcoming civil war? What was the point of it all in the end? He wasn’t supposed to live. He had never been meant to live at all… So why…?

“If you don’t know what to live for, then live for me.”

[Class upgrade: Beggar -> Soldier. Skill update: STR +15. DEF +13. CHAR +5...etc]

[New passive skills acquired: Blade of Xianle, doubles the amount of exp gained from killing humans. Demonic Heritage II, the might of your ancestors give you +20 to your Strength and Speed.]

[Major event coming soon: Land of Tender, Land of Loser.]

Reading about the Land of Tender had been excruciating. One of the main criticisms towards ATTP was how downright cruel some chapters were towards the main three princes. Each had one specific traumatic event that would shape them up for the rest of the story, their own fall from grace. In the case of Xie Lian… It had been the Land of Tender.

Unlike his previous novel Airplane hadn’t romanticized what happened at all. It was so raw and so awful many readers had considered dropping the story right here and there, Zhu Qiang had been one of them. It was the start of the fall of Xianle, marked by this cruel beyond humanly possible event.

Now, standing straight with his sword in hand, Hong-er faced the flowers. He couldn’t let them close, he knew what would happen if he did. It’s the exact reason for why he had followed Xie Lian in the forest to save Qi Rong even if he hated him. If he gave up, if he wavered for just one moment… Never could he forgive himself.

And then the flowers changed appearances, and laughing, they took the face of the Crown Prince.

Back when Xie Lian only used to be a character in Zhu Qiang eyes, he admitted he looked at some fanarts or some skimpy fics about him, sometimes even watched videos imagining it was him. Face with the real deal, he had vowed himself to never see him again as some sort of forbidden pleasure. And yet those flowers had seen right through him… Maybe they had all been right, his bullies, his parents, his teachers, the villagers, everyone… Maybe he was a monster.

“You’re not a monster,” he had clinged onto those words for years. But his palm against the white skin of his prince, he felt his devotion waver. He thought it was faith, he thought it was fate, now… he wondered, hadn’t it all been in the name of lust and obsession? When Xie Lian left, and he asked for him, he reminded himself of why he shouldn’t have gotten closer in the first place: he was a jinx.

Mu Qing kicked him out of the army after this event. There was no point in arguing with him. No matter how Hong-er told him he was the one at fault for abandoning the prince, the only acknowledgement he got from him was a slap to his face and his insignia snatched out of his hands. And back to the street he was. He wasn’t beating kids anymore, no point to that, he would destroy them at the first occasion. His stats were high thanks to how much he had killed (Paper men, he reminded himself after washing the blood off his hand, paper men). There was the epidemic too. Since he was immune, he got recruited to take care of the transport of the ill. The grotesque faces made him want to puke, but it hadn’t been the worst he’d seen at that point.

He saw Xie Lian one last time. And then another time, his eyes closed, holding the pagoda… And then Xianle fell. And he was back to beating kids up to protect the temples he rebuilt.

“I’ll never forget you!!” His one reason to hold on in two lifetimes.

He died in Xie Lian’s temple, stabbed by Qi Rong, not without smashing his head in retaliation. Heavens, he hated that guy. He laughed low and quiet, the system flashing his health bar lowering and lowering. And then… As he had expected it, everything faded to black.

[GAME OVER. 2/3 life left, start again?]

Wait… HE HAD SPARE LIVES???!!

[Class update: Soldier -> Malice. Base stats changed from Human to Ghost. Passive skills still active: Eye of Misfortune, Demonic Heritage I, Demonic Heritage II, Blade of Xianle...]

[To continue…?]

(I don't know if I'll do it in multiple parts or not, if you like it I'll continue. Other than that, here's the tweets that started it all:)

(I added one of the replies mentioning that it could explain why his writing is so bad because I hadn't thought about it when I made my first tweets, but looking at his writing in adaptations and comparing it to how modern chinese students write... You can see similarities.)

If you enjoy the concept you can add onto it in the replies, the reblogs or send me asks!

[fanby-fckry]

Alastor-Dr. Facilier comparisons this, Friends on the Other Side that. *slamming fists down on table* Where are the Ursula comparisons? Poor Unfortunate Souls is incredibly Alastor-coded!

[otsmosis]

more little mermaid au. known deal-maker and magic man alastor working over the princess of hell with her crush on a lowly human.

Part 1.

[scarapanna]

I STARTED PLOTTING/silly (aka """""storyboarding""""")

more bug horse songs with this possum thing/silly

I should stop starting WIPs after being certain I won't finish the prev hsndns

[gaysonlyocean]

fanart for @moonflwer-gutz's au!!

girl you can stop biting! girl i dont think its moving anymore!!

[au-yuukiemcee]

Vanessa Coral - Backstory Deciding not to leave Twisted Wonderland, Yuuki gives up her memories and former identity in order to become a mermaid. Without her memories, her personality becomes warped and twisted. She joins Octavinelle as Vanessa Coral and thanks to her mermaid genetics gains magical abilities including her Unique Magic (To be revealed later).

[afloofwithmultipleinterests]

.... So, I may or may not be doing a tiny freelance project on casting call for a song-

if anyone is interested in doing bob for the song i wanna create for shits and giggles... dm me here and i'll send you a message on discord or audition on casting call! :3

Essentially, bob is ursula with a little twist!

[samanthachandraws]

First attempt at mermaid au cyn

Cyn is Ursula in this au

[ponds-of-ink]

Quick...

Hm..

I don’t know what to call this exact Glitch-Trap yet, but it’s the same one from the Poor Unfortunate Souls animatic. It’s him encountering his future “Ariel” for the first time.

Not a good first impression...

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Where The Roses Grow

Author’s note: Su'cona in Husbandry goes with his bonded to the Astarte's run Clinic and his Bonded human is treated by Apothecary Hura. Who pulls him aside and gives him an offer.

Summary: The first one is free.

Warnings: Discussion of chronic pain and illness. Some smut. Let me know if I need to add anything.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @ms--lobotomy , @thevoidscreams, @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

Tagged: @felinisnoctis, @undeaddream

You had tried to mask it from Su'cona, not wanting your Bonded Space Marine to worry or fuss, but you realize as he has gently herded you to one of the Space Marine run medical clinics that he had noticed and planned accordingly when this latest Flare up of pain hadn't subsided despite your best efforts. You were used to pain, a constant feeling that ebbed and waned depending on what you did and how the weather was doing, among other things.

Winter time tended to be the worst with the way the cold bit through you and froze everything and made your joints more sore. You didn't have the money to move to somewhere that kept warmer during the cooler months. You are grateful that you have a remote job that only had people come into work for refresher courses or to do a meet and greet with new coworkers.

Your company had gotten bought put by another one recently, so all of your saved time off and been paid to you as a nice big check. Which meant that you had almost no time off, despite working at the same company, with the same people, only with new names and management has been grwt news for you and your health.

You check in at the clinic and fill out the paper work yawning a little and leans into Su'cona's warmth. Closing your eyes, you haven't been able to sleep great and you are glad that Su'cona brought you hear, because while you can drove while half asleep, it worries the him a lot when you do.

It's been nice, sometimes to let Su'cona take care of some things. You feel a little bad that your lack of spoons means that he has had to take care of your shared living areas and other housekeeping tasks. It's nice that he did take over those things with only some fussing over your health and increasing cuddling time with him.

The doctor type person that you are seen by is a Chaos Marine by the name of Hura. Who's quite patient and reminds you of a stinky grandfather type. He assessed you and talks to you and Su'cona a put somwle things and give you some recommendations for your treatment.

Although he switches to whatever language that is common among space marines and says something to Su'cona, who seems to bristle about whatever he had said, but had nodded and the Apothecary nodded and came back with something that almost seemed to glow a sickly green color with a touch of something purple-pinkish.

Some baser instinct within you suddenly had you jolt up out of the chair and try to bolt for the door. Whatever that glowing stuff was, you didn't want to be near your body. But Su'cona scoop ls you up and murmurs that the Apothecary has a treatment for your chronic pain that isn't widely available to the public and that it should help with your pain and other issues. Just to please trust him and not to struggle.

Your head goes a little fuzzy, and your body goes all limp, and you agree to the treatment with a dazed expression on your face.

Hura injects you with the glowing liquid, and you complain at the sting of the needle. You had never liked getting shots, not as a kid, and certainly not now.

Su'cona cooes to you in Gothic that you don't understand as your eyes close for some reason you feel so very tired. You wake up in your shared apartment with Su'cona feeling as if you had lost time. Su'cona rumbles underneath you and gently tugs you back onto his broad, muscular, scarred chest. You feel. Amazing. No pain, no soreness, no lingering tiredness. Your head feels clearer than it has ever been.

How? That's not. Even with medication and holistic management, your pain levels tend to start around four or five and get worse throughout the day. You glanced down at Su'cona who cooes and purrs at you, seemingly very pleased with himself as he presses a kiss to your face and you press a kiss back.

Like whoah. For some reason, now that you look at Su'cona again, you feel. It's really good. And embarrassingly enough, your libido is up.

You've only dated a few people, men, women, other identities it was the person. The personality that they have is most important, while yes, if a person looked attractive, it was a bonus.

If a very conventionally attractive person had an ugly personality, it killed whatever potential attraction you might have had. Also, you could swear up and down that they became ugly to you. Even when other people insisted that the person was still Hot and pretty to look at.

But Su'cona, as you got to know him, became more attractive and wonderful as you got to know him. Your older sibling had teased you that you had a massive crush on your Space Marine. To be honest, most of the time, you felt like you were his human.

Su'cona smiled and pressed another kiss to your face as he pulls you close in his arms as he gently brushed the hair out of your face with one hand, while the other one moved lower and he brushed your clit and lower lips with a cheeky grin on his face.

You squeak at him and turn bright red. But his large, calloused, so warm hands gelt good, and you couldn't stop the moan they came out of you. You unintentionally grind against against his fingers as he teases you open and presses an open-mouthed kisses which you reciprocate as he stretches your pussy open.

You moan in pleasure as his other hand starts to squeeze and play with one of your tit's and he lightly tweaked and tears your ripple that has you moaning in pleasure as he easily flips the both of you around so that you are on your belly as he gently pulls your thighs apart as he starts to eat you out.

"You taste so good, my Spark," Su'cona murmurs to you between almost drowning himself between your legs again.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

I'm an avid otome player and Kisaki's seiyuu (Showtaro Morikubo) is in a good handful of them (Hakuoki and Diabolik Lovers for example) and he's also a singer (he's on spotify!) so I consider that many wins. He's voiced a few popular characters too like Shikamaru Nara from Naruto! (Forgive me for filling your inbox with my love for Kisaki LOL I have so much knowledge and cannot contain it)

Ohhh I didn't know he voiced that many characters, that's cool! I remember finding put about the singing thing a while ago, it's a crime he doesn't have a character song yet!

[right-there-ride-on]

Poor Unfortunate Souls would be valentine’s disney villain songs

[jillyb2004]

MerMay

Day 16: Sea Witch

Based on this image

[crazycometspecular]

Those poor unfortunate souls [frankenstein au]