#this is a terminal illness

[kavehater]

Hello dash 👋😓 did you 🫵 know I 🙋‍♀️👈 love 💖 kaveh 😓🤞

[sparrowlucero]

trying to figure out a character design for a comic I want to do at some point, a queer horror adaptation of the monster of lake lametrie

[wiisagi-maiingan]

I'm all for natural remedies and traditional medicine, but I think when your "natural remedy" is based on the idea that water can become medicinal by being in the presence of a teeny itty bit amount of something, then it's probably bullshit and you're getting scammed. Go buy some ibuprofen or see a doctor.

[violent138]

Bruce thinking about Clark is so cute.

*maybe two panels later*

Yo Bruce, take it down a notch.

[vitreouspositive]

alright guys fun quiz time!! is megatron insinuating he knows that optimus' true feelings for him! or is he stating how he knows optimus would never choose him over the autobots...

[l3irdl3rain]

save me senior cat on petfinder, save me

[littlequackerman]

GUYS I just finished the last archon quest and I'm having so many thoughts about capitano...

Imagine reader falling for capitano while hes staying in natlan, but they have a terminal illness (maybe even related to the abyss like atea's was). They don't want to be a burden to him, he has such important goals he has no choice but to reach and they dont want to waste his time, considering they're going to pass on soon anyways.

And capitano has feelings for the reader, but doesn't want to confess because he knows he's going to die in his deal with the Lord of the night, and even if that doesn't succeed, he's still dealing with too much from the souls he carries and his curse to properly have a relationship with them

So reader doesn't confess, and soon they end up dying from their illness, and they go down to the night kingdom for the afterlife, and guess who they find?

Fucking capitano.

And he's dead!! Well, not actually dead, but actually fused with the Lord of the night, which is somehow even more insane than if he was just dead.

And capitanos surprised cause he thought they'd get old with some random natlanese guy, and hed he stuck dead fused with the Lord but then he finds out they had a terminal illness all this time???

And so you two get to spend time you didn't think you'd have together in the afterlife, and it's really nice lol

[erinstired]

I fell head first into Transformers recently...

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

Resting against Astarions shoulder while he feeds on your neck from behind. One arm around your waist and the other holding you at the base of your neck. Gently rubbing his fingertips against your skin while he moans and you can feel his length getting harder against the small of your back and- *annoying fade to black*

[wheneverfeasible]

Because I’m terrible and the plots won’t leave me alone, I’ve now got an idea based on this post about a demon who feasts on pain and suffering being a medical practitioner for the chronically and terminally ill and the patients fully loving it. And then my brain rot had to say “make it Steddie” because I’ve lost all control of my life.

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cw: terminal illness, minor and major character death (with a happy ending tho)

But imagine it. Eddie is a demon, a low ranking one at that originally. He gets a job at a medical facility for the chronically/terminally ill. Over time at the happy and consensual feasting he really does become one of the strongest demons because he’s constantly fed to the brim and he even has human worshippers, not that they’re traditional worshippers.

No, his followers are little old senior citizens who slip him butterscotch candies and other sweets they’re not supposed to have, which technically count as offerings. They thank him for his work, because he does actually take care of their bodies as well and even listens to their life stories, which count as praise and worship. They love and are devoted to him and they bring in their friends and family who are suffering too and Eddie’s accidental cult grows.

One day, things change. A young man, an anomaly in his youth, is brought in by parents who no longer wish to be burdened by their disabled son. Steve just shrugs it off and moves in with a smile, seemingly fine with being abandoned by his parents because he dared to be anything other than perfectly healthy.

He puts around the facility in his terry cloth robe and slippers on some days, others he dresses up in polos and slacks or even jeans when he’s feeling more casual, and always with a smile on his face. He makes those around him smile and laugh too, and his cheeks get pinched and he’s slipped candies too and he listens to others’ stories and he seems happy and content.

But Eddie feeds on his pain and suffering all the same, knows that behind that smile is a young boy who was told he probably wouldn’t live to see 30, who listens to the older folks knowing he would never get to live a life like that. Eddie knows that sometimes Steve cries himself to sleep at night.

Over time, Eddie and Steve grow closer. Steve hadn’t believed that Eddie was a demon at first, had thought it all just a joke, until one night Mr. Wozniak was laying in his bed, and Steve hadn’t meant to overhear, but he was passing by and the door was cracked open.

“Will I go to Hell now?” Mr. Wozniak was asking, but he seems peaceful all the same, like the thought wasn’t the terrifying ordeal so many people thought it was.

“No, sweetheart,” Eddie was saying, but his voice sounds a little off, huskier, like…like brimstone sat in his throat. “I’ve never claimed your soul. It’s still your own. Go find Irena. She’s been waiting for you for too long.”

Irena, Steve knew from speaking with Mr. Wozniak, was his young wife who had died decades earlier.

“Will I get to see you again?”

Eddie’s long fingers reach out, his nails long and sharp, dark in a way that was not nail polish. He lightly and gently strokes the papery skin of Mr. Wozniak’s cheek. “You will be at peace. You will find the afterlife is so much more than this Good-vs-Evil rhetoric so popular in this plane of existence. Go in peace, my child, and should you wish it, perhaps one day we might meet again.”

Mr. Wozniak smiles at that, and he closes his eyes with a softly whispered, “Irena, I’m coming…”

A moment later, he was gone.

Steve watches as Eddie seems to grow smaller, appear more normal, and though he knows he should be terrified, he isn’t. Instead he continues on his way, letting the knowledge of more percolate in his brain, though by the next morning when news of Mr. Wozniak’s passing spreads and Eddie assures everyone that he passed away peacefully and in no pain, Steve knows Eddie speaks the truth and he realizes that nothing has changed. Eddie is still Eddie.

They continue to grow closer. He spends more time with Eddie, lets Eddie in fully on how much he hurts, and tells the demon that he wished things had been different and that they could have met under better circumstances.

Eddie tells him that he never enjoyed the taste of regret. It was far too bitter.

They fall in love, encouraged by their friends in the facility new and old, who don’t seem to care that he is a mortal with a short life expectancy and Eddie is an immortal demon lord. What is all that in the face of true love?

And then it happens, and Steve is the one lying in bed, knowing his time has come. He smiles up at Eddie and decides not to regret any of it, not wanting their final moments to be flavored with bitterness.

“Stevie,” Eddie whispers mournfully, and he’s beautiful. It’s not his full true form, but his eyes are a dark blood red, his teeth elongated into sharp fangs, and his pale skin veined with reds and blacks. Horns curl out from his curly hair.

“You said once that I get to be with my loved ones after this,” Steve says, still smiling, and he reaches up to cup Eddie’s jaw with a weakened hand. Eddie nods against him, and Steve wonders if all demons can cry, or if it’s just his. “Then take my soul, darling. It already belongs to you.”

Eddie flinches back, like Steve knew he would, because souls are not little things. Eddie had explained before, after everything, that he didn’t even actually deal in souls, that that wasn’t the sort of demon he was. Steve had asked if he could, on a technicality, and Eddie had paused because saying yes, any demon could, but souls were priceless. When you gave one up to a demon, you gave up everything. You would be theirs until the end of days. Eddie had said he wasn’t that sort of demon.

“Baby, no,” Eddie breathes now, shaking his head gently enough not to dislodge Steve’s hand. “You would be—”

“Yours,” Steve interrupts. “But I already am. You already own my heart. I now willingly give you my soul. All you have to do is accept it.”

And Eddie protests, at first, because Steve is giving him complete control over him for eternity. Steve gives it freely with open arms, and in the end, Eddie can do nothing but accept it. He tells Steve that he doesn’t know if demons have souls or not, but his belongs to Steve just as assuredly as his own heart does.

Steve’s final mortal breath is gifted into Eddie’s crimson mouth, full of peace and love and the understanding that this thing between them will always beat eternal.

It turns out that, whether it was still unknown if all demons had souls, Eddie was the sort that does.

And it also turns out that, when you’re gifted a demon lord’s soul, you become a demon too.

Eddie’s cult ends soon after, disbanded into non-existence. In its place, however, rises a new one that worships not just one demon caretaker, but two as Eddie is soon joined by another with floppy brown hair and sparkling brown eyes that for once smiles without hidden pain. They take care of their charges, gently coax them into eternal rest when it’s their time, and together prove that true love is forever.

[oscarwiide]

you don’t choose the sammy life. one day you just wake up and realize sammy consumes your every waking thought and there’s nothing you can do about it

[froody]

When it comes to medically assisted suicide and the right to die, I remember the story told to me by an elderly woman I once knew. Her father was a painter. His father had been a painter. It was all this man had ever known, he had painted since he was a boy, he was a world-renowned portrait artist, he painted the president, he painted poets, he met his wife when he painted her portrait. He was a WW2 veteran, he lived an extremely full and long life.

Her father was well into his 80s when he was diagnosed with Parkinson’s. He’d outlived his wife by 20+ years. He hung on for a while because he had a daughter and grandsons. Then the disease progressed to the point where he couldn’t paint anymore. He wrote a two page note to his daughter telling her it wasn’t her fault and outlining the reasons why he was done with this world. Parkinson’s was a war he couldn’t win and he knew it would just get worse. And he ended his life via a gunshot wound. Alone. In his studio. His daughter had to scrub his blood off the floor. He deserved mercy. He deserved to die peacefully, in his own bed, surrounded by loved ones. He deserved a better choice. His daughter deserved better too.

[koreandragon]

woo dohwan was like okay i'll do a romance but i'm not gonna be normal about it

[charismaticcollector]

fellow terminally ill people, i love you.

i hope your happy if you decided to spend the rest of your life filling out a bucket list.

i hope your happy if you decided to spend the rest of your life partying until you drop.

i hope your happy if you decided to spend the rest of your life continuing as normal, working a job and getting groceries and the like.

i hope your happy if you decided to spend the rest of your life resting and relaxing as much as you can.

i hope your happy if you decided to spend the rest of your life trying to find a cure of some sort.

i hope your happy if you decided to spend the rest of your life aware and okay with the fact you are going to die.

i hope your happy if you decided to spend the rest of your life working towards the future, even if you might not see it.

i hope your happy if you decided to spend the rest of your life with your loved ones, giving them memories to last their lifetime.

i hope your happy if you decided to spend the rest of your life focusing on yourself, not letting anyone else hurt you again.

i hope your happy if you decided to spend the rest of your life seeing the world.

i hope your happy if you decided to spend the rest of your life staying at home with your cat.

i hope your happy if you decided to spend the rest of your life doing anything, because you deserve it.

[asian-drama-whump-blog]

Mr. Plankton Ep 6

Hae Jo has a seizure because of his brain condition.

(Edited clip)

[disgracefulthings]

Shen Yuan and Shang Qinghua: Kinda sad, but pretty mundane backstories

Fanfic Writers: Yeah that's not going to cut it, we need to add WAY more trauma so you guys can keep up with the other PIDW characters