I don't have that much to say here other than i am open to asks and being messaged and I am open to suggestions of what i should draw or write.
Aka requests are open for both writing and art
For the following fandoms
Cookie run
Apothcarys diarys
Tranformers
Octonauts.
More to be added as I find more media I enjoy
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So i am doing this again. On my last acount before I deleted it I had a link to a discord sever so I could expand my social circle. Well I am doing this again. also feel free to direct message me i have the exact same name on discord as here
Check out the rainbowheart's server community on Discord - hang out with 3 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.
Feel free to join. It is very quite at the moment but If it starts to gain more active, I am likely to use it often.
putting this here for when i get my original story out. not going to really promote it that much but I though I should probably have one
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
When wakes up again for once he is alone. There isn't a healer hovering over him
He can hear a lot of things going on out side the private room however.
Thats fine he has sometime by him self to actually think about things. His mind starts drifting to the curse vs dream vs real life debate and he decides that he doesn't want to think about that and starts listing to what was going on outside the door.
There must have been a major attack or an outbreak of some kind. Something that would call for all hands on deck.
He hopes everyone was doing okay. He is fine taking advantage of being alone for a short bit but he hopes that they are not gone for to long.
He glances about theres not much he could do while he is waiting. To be honest there is not much he can do at the moment. He would need someone's help to read a book right about now.
maybe if there was a music box. He would struggle winding it up but he held a spoon for a bit he could likely get it done with some effort.
There is no music box here however so he has to think of some other what to entertain him self.
He is not tired so he can't go back to sleep. So what dose he-
His thoughts are cut off by the sound of the door opening. He is able to barely move his neck to see who it is.
Its the healer that is normally with him. He should really learn there name soon. He knows he heard it once but he wasn't paying very much attention at the time .
Still he had been calling her the healer in his head for so long. It would be rude to ask for her name now.
" good morning prince dark choco" well good to know that he woke up during the morning for once.
He was still feeling tired and didn't really wish to talk so he simply echoed her back.
" Good morning" It was polite enough and took little from his limited energy reserves.
" Before i bring your meal I just wanted to inform you that physical therapy will be limited to strechs only today" His wrists still ached something awful so that was welcome news.
It might set him back a little in his goal but he really wanted a break his wrist still feel inflamed from what happened yester day. pushing them further right now could lead to some long term damage.
He managed to make the tiniest of nods. To signal that he understood with out speaking.
His throat hurt for some reason.
since he had woken up it was like some malisa had fallen over him and he couldn't work up the energy to do anything other than the bare minimum.
The healer stepped out of the room most likely to go fetch food for him.
He wasn't feeling very hungry but maybe that would change when food was placed right in front of him.
But changed little because now he was alone and his thoughts kept wandering back to the feeling of wrongness.
He was left to wonder where this empty feeling had come from. He just felt some what numb and like he was just going though the motions.
He didn't even care that this could all be a dream and he is dying of fever in his tent. Okay maybe he cared a little about that but it was getting harder and harder to think about this as not real life.
He lets out a sigh, He though he had left this type of mood behind a while ago, Left it behind with the sword.
That awful sword that messed with his thoughts and played with his emotions and-
The healer comes back. He is given a chance to practice making his arm do eating motions along with using the right grip to hold the spoon while the healer lifts up his hand instead of the spoon directly.
It is a little less demeaning than being spoon fed directly but only a little.
At least he is able to control the pace of eating now. Going slower made his stomach hurt less.
After eating things follow as they mostly did yester day, He doesn't wish to endure the trial of going to the bath room right now and so they move on to passive strecths.
They are slowly becoming less painful. This is however counter acted by the fact that some light actual stretches.
Still this was not the highly tasking part of psychical therapy so he simply grit him self though the pain of all his joints screaming at him they don't bend that way.
Still things came to an end sooner than normal just as promised.
It was just after he was wiped down and helped in to a new set of cloths and he was about to ask to go to the bath that caramel arrow burst in to the room.
It had been a while since he had seen her. He was glad to view her again.
" My prince would you like to have some time out side of this room" He was even more glad to hear those words.
" first watcher i don't think" The healer started to interrupt and he felt his hopes being dashed before the watcher countered with the following
" I got clearance"
Lets see would he like to spend some time out of this room. Yes he would. All there is to do here is sleep ,eat and have medical treatments preformed. He was getting rather tired of it.
" Where are we going" That would be the final factor in his choice making. He would be okay going almost anywhere this room was boring and he wanted to get back to a normal sleep pattern.
" The cream wolves are socializing there puppy's to cookies today" he felt some joy well up inside him.
That indeed was a fun thing to do.
" Take me there" He spit it out as fast as could.
It is as he is being transferd in to the wheel chair that a certain thing that had slipped his mind comes back to bite him.
He feels some warm liquid around his nether area and while he is quick enough to hide any signs of it on his face. He still knows it's there.
That leaves him with a different problem. Admit to one of his closest friend and his trainee about having wet him self because he was to stubborn to have someone help him to the bath room.
Or just sit in a wet diaper for who knows how long.
He picks the second choice. Not that much made it out of him, He can handle it and pretend he went in his sleep by going back to sleep when he gets back.
No one would know this happened while he was awake. It would just be a normal event from his still weak bladder not being able to stay closed while he was sleeping.
" My Prince what is wrong" He has to think of an excuse. Um what could he use.
Well one thing about him is that with out blankets piled on to him he is a bit cold.
" I am just a tiny bit cold nothing to worry about" He was actually cold so if she decided to do something about it he wouldn't be that upset.
" If your sure my prince." She went back to pushing him along.
The rest of the journey to the cream wolf stables was with out any other event.
It was nice to be out of that room and move just a bit. Even if he has to be pushed around in a wheel chair.
Eventually they opened the door in to the kennels and were swarmed by a pack of puppies.
He couldn't do much with them. Due to being unable to move but just seeing them play about did bring a smile on to his face.
With that came some energy to actually interact instead of just being passively there.
" Thank you for bringing me here" He smiled for what felt like the first time in forever.
" Your more than welcome my prince. It must be boring siting in that room all day" She said while playing with a puppy
" None the less thank you" Some tension that was building in him was set free by this event.
They fall in to some awkward quite for a few moments before cameral arrow breaks it.
"Do you want a puppy on your lap?" There is a higher pitch to her voice than before.
" Yes please" He would love to be able to interact with them a bit more.
" How about that sleepy one in the corner" He looks over at it the best he can it seems like it would work great.
" Perfect" Caramel arrow soon picks up one of the napping puppy and he has a warm ball of fur deposited in to his lap.
This evening was fun but all good things have to come to an end eventually.
He was started to get rather tired. Also he was getting hungry as well. Spilling the first of those two truths to his friend lead to leaving the puppy room behind.
He had still managed something he though would be a while off in that room. He had managed to lift his arm slightly just high enough to let it drop on to the puppy in his lap and he was going to ride that joy full feeling for a while.
If he could move his limbs on his own that means he could slowly start to care for him self again and he would have something other than sleeping to fill his time with.
Maybe he could try to do his own psychical therapy session later. Something short and focusing on his arm.
He opened his mouth to voice his ideas to cameral arrow but before he could do so he realized they were all the way back to the infirmary room.
Was he really stuck in his head for so long .
She opened the door. The scent of smoke came out. despite only getting hit with the bare minium he started to chough rather hard,
His vision is starting to go burly and he can't feel his arms or legs. He feels the wheel chair be rapidly rolled back but it only get slightly easier to breath.
Made some cover art for my original work. Fun fact I have not only posted it on ao3 but also sufficient velocity I will likely be posting more art soon.
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i usually try and put them to bed before using my phone at night, but niikai couldn't seem to fall asleep at all. i couldn't close my eyes either, so we decided to spend this time together.
i have a lot of files on my phone. i have songs, stories, a folder for art people made for me, and a lot more. i like to keep what's dearest to me in my files, so it was nice showing them to and sharing them with niikai. she seemed to like the less stimulating animation memes.
i think we'll try to sleep again now. i'll leave one of niikai's favourite videos here. it's a korean nursery rhyme called 눈, meaning snow. it's ahout the first day of snow, which is very important in korea. i hadn't seen this in a long time, so it felt really special watching it with niikai.
He opens his eyes feeling horrible as he normally did. His muscles ached and burned and he was too cold but he fuzzily remembers feeling a lot worse before.
His thoughts are a little clearer now. He is able to question things.
He looks up at the ceiling again. This dream has been going on for far to long and he is starting to get worried about his actual body .
There was clearly something going on here and thusly he needed to take stock of what he actually knew.
One thing is that he can't force himself to wake up from this. He had gotten so use to nightmare he use to be able to rouse him self from them with just a few thoughts so why?
He knows it's a dream but even using every trick he had he still didn't awaken. There was also another big thing about this dream.
This dream is weird it has lasted far to long for it to be a normal one. So either it is some kind of magic cast on him for some reason or the explanation they gave to him was right and he was in a cursed coma that he just woke up from.
He isn't sure which one is the real world any more.
He would be absolutely sure this wasn't a cursed dream a few days ago but with what has been happening.
He can't remember much of what happen other than sickness and pain and the feeling of betrayal. There was one high light that stuck in his head however.
His mind can't stop thinking of how he nearly drowned due to them forcing the medicine down his throat.
That fit in with the type of things pomegranate would do. But things didn't line up a cursed dream should stay at that level of horror. He spends most of his time just existing in a mostly okay state.
But anyone who has reason to curse him would make this a far crueler dream. Maybe stick in a loop of his exile like pomegranate use to do all the time. When she didn't wish to mix things up.
She would make remixes of the event and..
He shudders. He doesn't want to think of that. Besides this must be something like a dream. How would all those years in the darkness feel so real if they weren't.
But this feel's so real as well. He lets out a grunt in frustration..
" Are you alright prince dark choco?" He hears from his side. His eyes move to see a healer holding a tray holding a cup and some soup.
His stomach starts churning again.
He really doesn't want to eat at the moment.
" Nothing that bad. I am just nauseous" He hopes she gets the hint that he doesn't want to eat anything.
" The medicine will help your stomach settle and allow you to get some food down" He spends a moment just staring at her.
He hates that witch forsaken medicine will they just stuff it down his throat again if he refused. Would they stuff the food down as well.
Then he remembers just how thin he is. He really can't afford to be skipping meals right now.
He is not eating enough to keep him self alive as is.
They absolutely would stuff it down his throat. Eating was not a choice.
" Fine lets get this over with" He grumbles out. It is going to end up happening one way or another. This way he at least has some control over it all.
This way he is not drowning.
She gently sets the tray down ans then props him in to a more upright position. It makes it a little easier to breath. He hadn't noticed how much it was taking out of him until it stopped doing so.
Siting up helped in more than that one way as well.
His back was hurting due to the angel he was at before. But with extra pillow supporting him he is nearly in a fully upright position.
The tray is then moved on to his lap. From there the healer takes the bitter smelling medicine and holds it up to his mouth.
It's smell makes his stomach twist and turn even more. He doesn't want to drown again so he takes a small sip.
He gags as he forces the small amount down. It worked pretty fast last time so maybe if he takes it slowly the medicine will help him take more of it.
It dose require him to endure slowly drinking it which coats his mouth in overly bitter and sour liquid but its a price he is willing to pay to make this a small bit easier.
He is well aquatinted with bitter after all.
He takes some deep breaths as it settles in to his stomach. Both to try and steady him self so he doesn't vomit and to stall slightly to give him some more time before he has to drink more of the hellish concoction.
Did it have to taste that bad. Why couldn't they have thrown in some ginger or something to try and make the taste a bit better. Or maybe that would just make it worst.
Eventually he can stall no more and he is forced to take another drink. This one goes down a littler easier than the first so it looks like his theory is working.
his stomach has stopped cramping at the very least. So pain is not mixed in to the flavor. He can't tell if that makes it worse or better.
The cup is nearly half empty now throwing caution to the wind he downs the rest of it next time it is taken to his lips.
It hits his stomach like a punch to the gut. His body did not like the influx at all and made it's displeasure known.
" My prince would you like to eat your food now" can't she see he is about to vomit up everything with in him!.
He gasps for air before forcing himself to reply." Not just yet. Lets wait for my stomach to settle."
Why did he do this to him self.
" As you wish prince dark choco." She thankfully goes silent and he is allowed to center him self.
He finally gets a few minutes to let the medice work and for him to think. He needs something to make eating that bowl of soup easier.
His stomach is already mostly full and he is not sure much more will fit in there.
He kind of needs to go to the bath room as well. Maybe he can ask once he is done with the food.
If he gives the reasoning he wants to go wash his hands as well and maybe they will take him to an actual bath room instead of just having him use the bed pan again.
He sends a glare at the soup his stomach doesn't turn due to him looking at it. It seems the medicine is at full effect this will be the best he gets.
" I am ready to eat the soup now. Afterwards i have to use the bath room" He has a headache and the healers voice is only making it worse,
" Of course prince choco. would you also like to do psychical therapy today." He thinks about it for a moment.
Last time was awful but he is less stiff and he knows if he wants to make any real progress he is going to have to keep chipping away at it every day.
He is also not all that sure they will take no as an answer.
He sighs there really was no choice was there. " fine" He is sore and doesn't really want to but what choice dose he really have.
" Thank you is there anything special you would like to focus on." He would like to be able to move at all really.
" It would be nice to be able to feed myself." He knows he is just in a awful mood there is no reason to take it out on the healer.
" Alright we will focus on things that help you with that then" There is a few moments of quite and his headache fades a small bit.
A spoon was placed at his mouth. This was humiliating.
Eventually the soup was finished. He only ate half of it today. His stomach was just not working with him.
Thankfully as well he wasn't forced to use a bed pan to use the bathroom either. Instead he was transferred to a wheel chair and brought to a proper bath room.
it was there another humiliation would occur, He would need help with each step along the way to actually use to toilet.
He needed help transferring to the toilet. He needed help getting his pants and the cloth diaper off( which he had seemed to have leaked in to while he slept).
He had even needed help wiping.
By the end he realized that this would be a nearly daily thing and he would need help for a long while.
He refused to speak during the whole course of events. He would try to hold everything in for as long as he could to try and lessen the amount of time he went though this.
He was rather off put as they returned to his private room after wards as well. When he asked he got nothing but being told that he was to stay out of high traffic areas to lessen the risk of illness.
He was forced to consed to that due to what a small cold had done to him in this state. He didn't wish to be put in a simualr state again even if he had to give up leaving his room.
None the lest physical therapy started with him laying in his bed doing passive strecths. The healer working him over while he tried his best to forget how much this hurt.
His limbs being tugged every which way. In a painful matter. This passive stretch hurt a little less than last time but only just.
It was only after that passive stretching was done anything changed. Instead of moving on to him tensing random muscles he was propped up and the healer placed a spoon in his hand before squeezing it shut.
" Try to keep the spoon in your grip when I let go" Where his instructions .
He followed them best he could but none the less his grip was too lose.
The exercise repeated and repeated and repeated and repeated. Until his wrist's tendon was visibly inflamed and he had to switch to his off hand to continue.
Not the worse pain he had ever put him self through but still up there in terms of training. He would normally back off at this point to avoid permanent damage but the healer kept pushing.
Still he was making progress only for all of it went away when he switched to his off hand but still by the end he could dangle the spoon in a full fisted grip and not have it fall out when his arm was moved up ward.
It was a tiny win but a win none the less. He would be holding on to the spoon when he was eating from now on.
He wasn't really able to lift it. Or even get a good grip but he was a warrior he knew teaching your body new skill or building up strength took time.
He would just have to keep working. Speaking of working they moved on to the next step of physical therapy.
He was once again flexing random muscles. or trying to move and hold limbs or digits or his core in any way he could.
It was tiring and painful just like last time. By the time the cool down came about he was just about ready to give up and stop going along with thing.
Still the cool down was okay. Even if it was kind of boring.What was not nice was just how dirty he and his bedding had gotten during that.
sticky sweat was slowly drying and gluing him to his bed sheets while freezing him to the core.
. The healer washed him off with a warm wash cloth before helping him change in to some new cloths.
They left as he enjoyed not being covered in sticky sweat any more.
He was told that she went to go get some soup for him. But he wasn't very hungry at the moment,
Maybe if he went to sleep they would leave him alone to rest and not make him eat it.
He closed his eyes and tried his best to drift off from a nearly siting position. It was hard to do but he was tired. Sleep came easier than expected.
Darkness slowly enveloped him.
He would be woken up soon after that.
He did not get out of eating that soup. At least he figured out how to make the right kind of grip to hold the spoon again.
