Just Fucking Tired Of Being Chronically Ill

Fantasy Au Eri & Overhaul

I was thinking, what would Eri be in the fantasy world, what would her story be. Well of course she'd be a unicorn and from there I realized she'd have a fairly similar story. Overhaul, a plague doctor, would collect Eri's blood as it's very valuable. Unicorn blood is used in many potions and used to heal people. Since Eri is a child and cannot consent, and also being severely harmed, she is later rescued like in the anime. I feel she may be able to harness healing powers through her horn when she grows older but that's a more advanced unicorn trick.

Classes Begin

TW: Christianity, Death, mentions of suicide

The next day Adora wakes up bright and early getting ready for class. She brushes her hair, fluffs her feathers out, and gets dressed before leaving and heading to building 100 where Humans Mental Health is kept. 

“Good morning class. I will be your teacher for this class. I am Professor Mary but you can just call me Mary if you'd prefer. In this class, we'll focus on what mental health is in humans and how as guardian angels you can help with mental health,” Mary introduces setting up the class. Adora smiles sitting down and taking in the class.

The first day of class was spent on introductions. Introducing the students to the concepts, terms, and things that Adora and her classmates will encounter in the syllabus.

 Afterwards, Adora heads off to her next class Dealing with Death. She knows this one will be a little heavier than the last class but it'll be alright. Adora has a ton of support: Xander, Ariel, and the other guardian angels. This class is to help her get through this as well.

“Welcome class. I am Professor Noah, and I will be helping you through death. We talk about why death happens, how it happens, what goes on within the living world, the afterlife, feelings, and the best ways to cope with any emotions that come up during death,” the Dealing with Death professor introduced. “How about we go around, if you want to share, raise your hand and tell us why you’re here. What’s your name? What happened?”

Adora’s eyes widened shocked. That feels so sensitive, why would anyone want to share that, is that normal?

A hand is raised quickly and a small girl stands. She’s short, looks like she died young, with bright blue eyes and blonde hair and a strong loud voice. “My name is Abigail. I work with children and recently had a child die from parental abuse. It was very hard and she was a very sweet girl,”

“Thank you Abigail for sharing, anyone else?”

There’s a silence in the room as everyone looks around. Another one stands up. A man, “My name is Addon. I’m a cupid but…My clients. They deal with partners dying and dying because of who they love and…I feel responsible sometimes,”

“Thank you, Addon, we understand, but know, it is not your fault,”

Adora takes a deep breath. It feels more normal to share her experience now. So she raises her hand before slowly standing. “H-hello. I am Adora, I was assigned this class because my patient committed suicide. And it’s been very conflicting to deal with,”

“That’s very hard to deal with Adora. Thank you for sharing,” Professor Noah responds. The rest of the class goes on with people going on about why they are in this class and it makes Adora feel a lot less alone. She smiles softly as she leaves the class.

It was the last class of the day. Human Angel Safety. So far, the classes and teachers have been nice. Adora enters the building and takes a seat looking around to her classmates. She sees the cupid from before and waves him over.

“Hi, I’m Adora, we share the Dealing with Death class,” she says smiling.

As he introduced in the last class, Addon the cupid, sat next to her. “Hey. I’m Addon. You’re a new angel, yeah?”

“Yeah, I’m still pretty new, only been dead a couple of centuries, guardian only a few years. What about you?”

“Oh me? I’m old. I died in Roman times, early Rome. I became a cupid in the Republican Rome era. It was a fun time to work,” he says.

“That's cool. Hm, Cupid, I've only run into you guys once. You seem a lot nicer than those guys were though. They were a bit,” Adora pauses. She doesn't want to insult Addon's coworkers 

“Uptight?”

“Yeah, a bit,” she agrees 

The professor for Human Angel Safety walks in stopping their conversation. She was a tall lady, with grey hair in a braid, glasses, and small wings.

“Welcome students to my class. I am Professor Adlay. My class will be the most important class you may ever have in your angelhood. I do not take jokes lightly. Our safety is of utmost importance as are humans. If you cannot handle that take the F now and get out,” the professor starts off. Her voice is sharp sounding like nails on a chalkboard.

It frightens Adora as she tenses in her seat. Addon smiles softly over to her. She tries to smile back ignoring the nerves wracking over her.

“We will start with the materials you will need for my class,” Professor Adlay started again. She began listing books along with how she expects everyone to have a fresh quill, ink, and paper every day.

Once class got out and Adora was out she took a deep breath. Addon held her hand softly looking into her eye.

“It'll be okay, we can help each other,” he assured her.

“Yeah, though I don't know how much help I can be to you,” she responds looking down.

“Tons Adora. You're a guardian angel, I don't know that stuff. Besides, sometimes us oldies forget stuff y'know,” Addon chuckles smiling. 

Adora smiles nodding, “Of course, we'll help each other”

Adora's Masterlist

-Story about my angel OC's dealing with and helping queers. -I don't know how long each chapter will be or how often I will update bc inspiration comes and goes

Trigger Warnings: Christianity, queer harrassment, abuse, self harm, suicide (I will probably add more this is a semi dark series)

Adora's backstory

Meeting Xander

Theo

Marlo

Mission Failed

Helpful Chat

Classes Begin

Who Am I

Xander's Ex

Retirement

Girls' Night

CG Kirishima x Y/n

Synopsis: Y/n ends up breaking down crying while trying to study because of built up stress. Fortunately for them, their partner Kirishima got home right in time to help them calm down and regress.

CW (?): SFW Age regression, mild break down, gender neutral reader

Y/n was sitting at their desk crying and double breathing. They were trying to study and take notes for the upcoming History final. All the dates and people and events were jumbling up in their mind.

"Pebble, I'm home." Y/n's partner, Kirishima, calls out to the home.

Due to the sobbing Y/n didn't hear their partner enter the house.

Walking to their bedroom Kirishima sees his partner crying and shaking over their computer.

"Pebble, what's wrong! Why are you crying!" he exclaims running over.

Y/n jumps in shock. Wiping their eyes y/n tries their best to give a reassuring smile. "I'm just really stressed Ei".

"It's okay. I know you've got a lot on your plate. I think you should take a break Baby Shark. How about we do that? Okay?" Kirishima says softly.

He makes sure the notes are saved before shutting y/n's computer and gently carries his partner to the bed.

"But the finals are so soon. I need to make sure I'm prepared," They argue.

"I know, but you're going to burn yourself out even more if you continue studying. Come on Baby Shark, let's calm down and relax a little. I can go make us some hot cocoa while you pick out a movie okay?" Kirishima convinces.

Slowly they nod. Kirishima kisses y/n's forehead grabbing the pacifier on the bedside table placing it gently in the littles' mouth.

Calming down y/n looks through the many animated movies they have while Kirishima makes them hot cocoa and snacks.

Y/n and Kirishima cuddle the rest of the night binging animated movies. Before falling asleep Kirishima makes sure to take y/n's pacifier out of their mouth and decided to read "The crayons' book of feelings" reminding the little one that it's okay to have feelings and take breaks to feel better.

Meeting Xander

Trigger warnings: Christianity, queer harassment

Xander Character sheet: Age at death - XX XXX-XXX

Xander used to be Alexander, but he’s a disgrace. He’s a fallen angel, a fallen cupid. But he’s not bad. He just didn’t agree. Xander spends his days roaming the human world, watching it evolve. He’s been here watching them evolve for centuries now, he hasn’t kept count. He watched them evolve before though too, when he worked for God. When he was a Cupid, an angel of love.

Xander kept up with the human trends, he kept a lustful outfit with reds and black. A shaggy wolf cut ending around his shoulder of black hair and pink strands framing his face. When he was hidden in his angel form his wings were out, large and white with rainbow hearts on the tip of the feathers. They were worn and rough from his fall. His eyes are a soft pink like aphrodisiacs, and a third eye is placed on top of his forehead, scarred, that sees relationships and futures. A special power only a few have when born, and it cannot be taken away. Xander often spends nights among humans in nightclubs with his wings hidden and his third eye closed in order to keep an eye on his community and to keep them safe.

All other powers were stripped from him when he fell. When he disgraced God. When he asked too many questions. But what else was he supposed to do when he continued to see the mistreatment of people they made? The people they made, the people who are harmed because of the people they love in the name of God. In the name of sin. Is it fair to let these people continue this abuse against queers because they believe it’s wrong? Because they believe they should pass the judgment of God?

Xander brought these concerns to God, wanting to help the people he truly feels his work is devoted to. God ignored his concerns though, he gave humans free will and they shall do as they please with it. They will have their judgement come soon enough. He couldn’t let it go though. Xander took all the queer jobs and worked hard, bending rules, to keep them safe and happy.

Word got around and Xander lost his bow. God offered retraining to keep his job but he broke. Xander broke and yelled.

 “How can you allow them to do this? It’s disgusting, and to sit back and allow people to harm someone else just because of free will makes you a lousy ruler. Their judgement day may come but someone needs to protect the queers, you made them how they are. What happened to love thy neighbour? Don’t you love all your children the same? How can you let them die, how can you let them be abused and assaulted and murdered because of how you made them!” Xander yelled shaking with rage.

God did not take that well and banished Xander taking his powers and throwing him to Earth. He didn’t mind though, he spent his time wandering and watching his people. Watching the lovers. Helping them when he could such as protests and keeping gay bars safe.

Xander was in his hidden form on a bench watching people walk by smiling softly. The fight is still going but in America, the place where he mostly resides, gay marriage is legalized. There’s much more to do still but it’s better than before. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Xander sees some wings. He hasn’t talked with another angel since he was banished. Xander looked over and recognized her as one of the new guardian angels, he couldn’t remember her name and never bothered to pay attention to God’s workers now. He has no respect for God anymore but many of their workers have no idea what they do and believe.

“Hello, uhm I don’t think I’ve met you before?” she says.

“Probably not, I don’t work for God. I’m fallen.” Xander says watching her curiously.

“Fallen? You used to be an angel?”

“Yes, I used to be a cupid. Not anymore. They didn’t like how I saw things. How I did things”

“You did things differently?”, Adora crinkles her brows. Of course, she had heard of fallen angels and how they were cursed because they did things differently. It was a lesson in her schooling. It was rare though, the main one being Satan whose name was not allowed to be spoken. It’s taboo to talk about any fallen angel.

“Of course, I want to protect people. They didn’t care about the effects their followers had on others. ‘Oh they’ll get their punishment when their time comes’ they said. I think it’s bullshit,” Xander rants.

“What effects I’ve been having some trouble with the other angels. They won’t explain some things to me. I’ve noticed how tensions here have been high, because of the gays. I was wondering if you knew what that was about. No one else will tell me,” Adora explains softly, hoping to finally understand all the hostility going around,

“Some Christians,” he responds drawing out the word as though it was poison in his mouth, “believe that people in the LGBT community are against God. And they decide to take it into their own hands by killing and torturing them,”

Adora’s wings puff in surprise at that statement. Her eyes well up with tears, only her left eye visible. A bright golden colour left her distressed as she silently cried thinking about all the people lost to hatred.

“Well, we have to do something, right? Surely-”

“They won’t do anything” he cuts her off. “You shouldn’t try, you’ll fall too,”

“But that’s not right! They’re being hurt, they’re being killed!”

“I know. But God won’t do anything and if you get in their way, and break their rules you’ll pay for it,” Xander responds sternly. He looks at the new angel and his gaze softens. She truly wants to help it seems, but he can’t trust her until she proves herself. 

Adora huffs wiping the dried tears off her face and flies back to her dorm. Her head hurts with conflict. Everything he has said matches up. And everything she has read and known shows that fallen angels are bad, and they say and do bad things against God, but is that the case?

Adora scrambles to the bookcase grabbing everything she can find that might give her answers. She spends hours reading them, looking for any clue on what to believe, what’s right or wrong in this situation. How to help. Anything!

Adora falls asleep in her pile of books leaving her roommates to find her, curious and concerned. They recognised one of the books on fallen angels and hoped she had not begun talking to him. When somebody asks too many questions only bad things can happen, that is the lesson many angels have learned. They hope Adora will learn it soon too.

Xanders' Ex

TW: christianity, Mentions of death

 the first class of the day. Hopefully, she will be able to focus on the class and change perspective. Maybe later today she can talk to Addon too. She’s not supposed to be talking to Xander though, and should she admit that she knows about her past now? After learning that most angels retire after learning about their past. Adora doesn’t know what to do. So many conflicting thoughts swarm her head as she tries to focus on the lecture.

It seems to last forever before the class ends and Adora is able to leave. Taking a deep sigh she holds her head going into the Dealing with Death class.

“Hey, oh are you okay?” Addon asks his smile quickly fading. His gold eyes scan over her frazzled hair, puffy eye, messy wings, and unkempt dress.

“I’m fine. I got up late and didn’t have my usual time to get ready,” Adora hums.

“Well, the classes only last for three months so don’t worry too much. If you ever need help with them I’m here for you,” he responds smiling.

Adora nods smiling back and goes to her seat. The Dealing with Death class was a lot easier. Maybe it was because they worked on getting to know eachother the day before, or Addon being there. Maybe it was the teachers attitude. He seemed to know how hard the subject was and took it slow and made the environment comfortable. 

But soon enough the class was over and it was time for Human Angel Safety. The strict class, the strict teacher.

Addon smiles at her as they walk together to the new building. “Y’know, Professor Adlay seems scary but she’s just passionate. She had to retire so she’s a teacher now. That’s what’s going through the grape vine,”

“She retired, how, why did she retire?” Adora asked in a hushed whisper. She was worried about saying something inappropriate or that would reveal she found out about her past.

Addon shrugs taking his seat as Adora sits next to him. Professor Adlay walks in and immediately starts the class. The second day was filled with a syllabus and basics which Adora was grateful for. Still, she was curious. Adlay, she had wings still. What could have happened that made Adlay retire? Retire and become such a passionate Human Angel Safety teacher? Maybe, one day Adora could ask, if she needs help with her past. 

After class Adora stayed still, in her head, for a while. 

“Would you like to go out for coffee?” offered the cupid beside her, “the dead has been setting up new cafes,” 

“Oh I uhm-”

“You look like you want to talk about something. I don’t have any missions until night.”

“You’re still working while in class?” Adora asked shocked.

“Yeah, mild offence, and once you’re as old as I am they kinda don’t mind. So, coffee? Talk?” He smiles and Adora nods. The two head to a small cafe.

Getting two cups of coffee and sitting by the window Addon waits for Adora to start. “Well, you said you’re an old cupid right?”

“Well, you don’t have to insult my age,” he laughs nodding.

“No not that, I mean, and in our death class you said the queer people get killed and it upsets you. And when I went to visit Cupids before they got mad when I mentioned queers and I connected that a Cupid fell because he was uh…” Adora pauses to think of the best way to ask about Xander.

“Ah, him. Yeah, he was the best cupid there was. Alexander. Y,know today you reminded me of him,” Addon chuckles. The gold in his eyes shining bright.

“Alexander? I’ve been told he was bad? Wait reminded you of him?” Adora asked her head swarming. Addon seemed so happy thinking of Xander, Alexander? He must have lost the A when he fell.

“He was always so messy when he was working. So disheveled. But he made it look perfect,” A blushe crept up on Addons cheeks as he looked away taking a sip of his coffee. “His motto was that everyone would be loved and happy and safe. He could use every weapon and was the top cupid of his time,”

Adora nods taking a sip of her coffee. Her nose scrunches softly at the bitter taste setting the cup down.

“It was going great until one night, we were…” Addon blushes covering his face with his hand, “Work partners and when I shot the couple, two girls, one of their dads came out. He was mad. Calling them sinners and unfaithful, and disgusting awful things. It made Alexander so angry but I tried to explain that humans have free will to do and believe what they want,”

Adora turns her head nodding. Xander had said that God had told him the same things. 

“I was able to calm him down, we were more cautious, using his foresight for couples but it didn’t stop. After years he went to God and flipped about everything. That’s when he fell,”

Adora observed Addon’s face. He was looking into the cup of his coffee his face filled with guilt, anger, longing? “Can you keep a secret” Adora whispers.

Addon looks up quickly eyes narrowing curiously and nods. “I won’t tell a soul,”

Adora glances around leaning in, “He’s still helping people if that makes you feel better,”

Addon laughs whole heartedly earning a few glances. Once the onlookers go back to their business Addon smiles. “I know that. He may hate me with his whole heart but I could never hate him. I still check in on him from time to time. But to know that, that means that you’ve met him,”

Adora nods softly, “He’s actually been a huge help. I’m not surprised he was the top cupid,”

“He’s always been one to try and help others,” he hums smiling back.

“I’m sorry that he hates you,” Adora mumbles watching Addon.

“It’s nothing to be sorry for. I deserve every bit of hate he has for me. I’m not as good of a cupid as he ever was,”

“You’re an amazing cupid though! What do you mean. I’m sure you guys could work it out somehow. Maybe-”

“It’s okay Adora. You don’t need to worry about it. It’s centuries old problems that can’t be fixed by an apology.” Addon says softly getting up. “Was that all that was on you mind?”

Adora sits silently thinking. How can he be so okay with being hated by someone he looks up to so much. She nods nonetheless standing.

“He’s probably told you this but, it’s not a smart idea to visit him too often. The security might notice and get ideas,” Addon says softly before leaving.

Adora nods heading back to her own dorms.

Should I start posting Adora's story on here?

Like father like daughter

TW: alcoholism, fighting, general vent post. Based on a prompt where the first and last lines are supposed to be the same but mean different things.

Yes, this is about me. shut up

Like father like daughter. That's what they always say when we're together. I love being around my dad for the month, running up to see him after the whole school year with my mom. We have a long long drive to head to his house but we listen to music and catch up and I usually fall asleep. they say I have his eyes and nose, and we have a ton of interests! I love my dad, I look up to him so much. He's strong, and smart, and does lots of cool mechanically stuff with cars. My dad and I play nerf guns together, and he learned how to braid for me. We play wrestle and read together or watch Gas Monkey or Magician shows! I really think I'd be amazing if I grow up to be like my dad.

My mom and dad are getting back together! Isn't that awesome! I can finally have a family again, and they have three rooms so I don't have to share with my brother. I'm so happy that we get to live all together. My dad helps with school when he can, and makes tons of yummy food, usually, sometimes he makes too much or something I don't like but I need to finish it or else I don't eat anything else. That's okay though, I'll suck it up eventually, I guess.

There have been more fights than usual recently. I really don't like yelling but I've been reading a lot more to help escape it. My dad has some weird and difficult punishments for when my brother and I don't get along. He doesn't get along with my mom, should he be punished too?

I'm going to my first wedding! isn't that awesome! I get to be all dressed up for my aunt's wedding. It's really fun, they had a really cool sand pouring thing to blend my cousins with their new stepdad! They also had a GIANT bonfire; I love bonfires, they're so pretty. My dad also likes bonfires. It's another thing e have in common, though I don't like alcohol like he does. I'm okay with that. Dad acts really weird when he drinks alcohol.

Dad acts really weird when he drinks alcohol.

....

Yeah, really weird.

We moved away from him. We had to move away fast so we are living with my cousins for a while. They have small dogs, different from the big dogs my dad has. I don't know how I feel about big dogs.

We still have a puppy from my dad's dogs. She's a bit stunted but I love her so much. She has to live with other people because we don't have room for her. We do have a kitty cat we met while living with my dad.

Why does nothing go right for me! I scream into my pillow before throwing it across the room. My brother just made another mistake! why does he have to make life so difficult!

I start crying heavily.

I see something in the back of my closet. Forgetting what I put back there I grab it.

...

My aunt gave me this picture.

A picture of my dad, in his uniform.

To protect us, yeah right.

I wish I could burn and break this photo till nothing ever remains.

Does that make me bad like him? This anger I feel. This yelling I do. Am I just like him?

I don't want to be like him. I can't be like him! But you know what they always say. Like father like daughter.

Happy birthday Mikan. I made a CMV for her!