Sep 24, 2024
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Illness Headcanons (ON HOLD)
this will not be an exhaustive list of my ideas for every silly sickness in the original but it'll include my ideas for side effects and causes and stuff like that
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Illness Headcanons (ON HOLD)
this will not be an exhaustive list of my ideas for every silly sickness in the original but it'll include my ideas for side effects and causes and stuff like that
The Uncommon Cold:
I already talked at length about this one so have this
Glows-a-lot
It’s still obtained from glowrbs. The illness mainly affects mucus glands like in the nose. The bioluminescence is caused by microscopic plankton/bacteria (like that glow in the dark beach) so getting it in your nose can introduce glowing bacteria cultures into it and basically makes your snot glow!
Goopy Guts
This’ll be hard lol
It’s basically a game of conversion. you ingest the unfiltered jlorb jelly and unfiltered stuff has germs in it. I think that there is a type of bacteria exclusive to only inside jlorbs, the jlorb excretes a vaguely fruity-tasting thin layer of slime that turns into a jelly-like substance due to exposure to the elements, which is then harvested. The bacteria on the inside basically has the task of “convert stuff into slime to be excreted,” so if they get into your bloodstream they start to convert your blood into something thicker. It’ll start showing in your eyes too since they’ll turn the color of whatever jelly is being pumped through your veins. The pH is no problem since its still your blood so its still a healthy pH level, the thickness is the problem.
I think this would cause frequent aches due to blood being stopped up in some areas where there’s a lot of veins.
Candy-coughs
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It isn’t actually orange juice. It’s just very bilious fluid.
Systemic Greenus Evergreena
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Flarecare Story
Your Final Resting Place
Even though Uni's eyes aren't completely gone in this au, things still don't go well for her.
TWs: suicidal ideation + following through, graphic descriptions of self-mutilation, vomiting, suicidal thoughts, permanent disfigurement
[I don't write this often but this has a HEAVY warning for all of it.]
As Uni lay in her bed, she thinks back to how she even got to this horrid place. As much as she hated recalling it, the reason for coming here had been a suicide attempt. She still remembers the night she went. She was in her room. Desperately scratching at her wrists until she could hook onto her artery and finally end the constant torment, the name-calling, the thoughts of being othered. She had to be held back by her dad in order to get her to stop trying to continue. Her wounds didn't heal instantly this time. After all, she herself was part unicorn, and only unicorns can do damage this bad to themselves. She still remembers the feeling of endless spurts of blood gushing from her gaping wounds, her body trying to keep itself alive and not die of blood loss. She didn't reach a main vein but she still destroyed many in the process. The feeling of how the very air of her room made her open gashes sting. The feeling of how lightheaded and clammy she felt when she finally passed out from pain.
When she woke up, she was in a hospital bed, with none of her family in sight. At first, she didn't recall what even landed her in the hospital, but the memories came flooding back as soon as she saw the new stitches in her wrist. As much as she cursed herself out for being so emotionally weak to even attempt to end her own life (and not even do it right), she quickly calmed herself down. This was just for the injuries. The blood loss has been taken care of because her own biology prevented her from dying. This would all be over when she healed. As soon as she healed, she would be back with her family.
That was 3 years ago.
It was 6 in the morning, almost 30 minutes before the hospital came to life. She couldn't sleep the entire night. Her mind kept her up, but not with the usual thoughts that eventually made her fall asleep, like listing all of the facts that she knew about her favorite video game series to herself. This time, it was a single thought that got louder and louder the more she focused on it.
This is it.
This is where you're going to die.
She wanted to pick any thought, but it was the only thing she could think of.
This is where you're going to die.
No.
"... No."
If you're going to die here, at least let it be by your own hands. You had no control over any factor of your life. You didn't choose to be the daughter of a unicorn. You didn't choose to feel like a stranger in your own body. You didn't even get to choose which hospital you would be sent to. If the only thing you can control in your life is your own death, then so be it.
At least let it be your choice whether you die now or later.
Uni sat up from her bed, almost robotically, like she had a purpose to fulfill. There was no one else in her room.
She gets up and gets in front of the bed, kneeling down in front of it, a similar position to the night she was admitted. The large window in front of her cast moonlight on her form, almost a like spotlight, as she planned her own escape.
Now how to do it.
Uni thought emotionlessly. She wanted to try her wrists again, but her 1st attempt made her nerve endings more sensitive there now. It might hurt even more, and she might not even stay conscious long enough to finish. There were no sharp objects anywhere in her room. There were no ideas left that would fit her current situation.
That is until she realized.
Her eyes.
She could rip them out. The eyes are a direct line to the brain. If she manages to make it past the eyeballs themselves, she could jam a claw into whatever spot and it would end whatever pain she would otherwise be feeling, physical or otherwise.
It was perfect.
Seemingly out of desperation, she holds up her paw to look at it, shaking and trembling uncontrollably. She then lifts her other.
After a few seconds of realizing that she's going to do this to herself, fresh tears start spilling freely from her eyes, and she leans down and starts to sob.
Apprehension. It's okay, you felt like this the first time, too. The pain will be momentary if you're quick about it.
After a few more seconds of crying, she sniffles and takes a deep breath. She lifts her hands again, the shaky moonlit silhouettes wobbled with the tears still clouding her vision.
She wipes her eyes and forces herself to keep them open. She stuffs the bottom of her gown in her mouth to muffle herself.
This will be the only thing you'll get to control in your life.
She takes in a sharp breath before plunging her fingers into her eyes, claws first.
She lets out a muffled cry as the nails finally hit her eyes. During her first attempt, she was at least able to will herself to let her pained noises out as wheezes or harsh breathing. Here, her cries didn't stop. They didn't lower in volume. Someone will definitely hear her.
You can't quit now. You have to keep going.
She flexes her fingers and has to keep herself from falling over as her arms get shakier and less precise. Every slight shake moved her arms and she could feel her stomach churn every time her eye movements fought against her hands, causing them to slide against her eye sockets, completely soaked with tears. Her eyes stung as they were exposed to the sterile hospital air, something that should never be touching them at all.
You have to keep going.
The pain was getting unbearable. She felt on the verge of vomiting on herself. The gown dropped from her mouth, causing drool to spill from the lack of care to swallow it. She could feel something warm trickle down her arm, and she was unsure if it was blood, tears, or aqueous humor. Her thoughts were absolutely feral and pain-induced, her drooling mouth now taking on a snarling shape as she tried desperately to fight through the pain that stood like a barrier between this place and escape. The eyeball was barely out due to a natural suction that was keeping it in the eye socket, a little too well. Her muscles were too shaky to keep going and were only making it more difficult. The moist surface of her eyes was making this more difficult.
You have to keep-
Uni unlatches her hands from her eyeballs, clutching at her head as they slide back into their natural position, her stomach lurching at the feeling. Uni pants and breathes heavily, her gaze fixed on her gown, noticing the spots of red and clear liquids that now covered it. The moon's spotlight bounced off them and made them appear to glow, so she could see every single error she made.
She loses her balance, wincing hard as she falls to the hard, linoleum floor. She clutches the side of her head that hit the floor, starting to cry more fresh tears. Her body was shaking so hard. She could hardly think. She felt so cold. Her head felt so warm. Her throat burned as pure bile rushed out of it and onto the tile closest to her. She coughed. She starts crying harder. It hurts. It hurts too much. She starts to feel... tired. She just needs to sleep. Just sleep and this'll all be gone in the morning. This is just a bad dream. The pain will be more manageable in the morning.
The only thing she could feel before she passed out was the feeling of warm liquid trickling from her eyelids and turning her vision red.
Thi s is wh er e y o u'r goi g t o d
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Doom sighs as he clocks into his shift at the hospital. 6:30 A.M. was at the crack of dawn for him. He was never a morning person, but the Doc would quite literally wring out his neck if he was any later. His sister, Mood, is right behind him.
As he goes to check on Uni, as is expected of a patient's nurse first thing in the morning, he notices how quiet her room is. That was rare, especially for Uni of all people.
"PURPLE ONE, IF YOU'RE STILL ASLEEP I WILL NOT HESITATE TO BRING A BUCKET OF WATER HERE AND WAKE YOU UP MYSELF."
No answer. Not even a tired groan. This was getting strange.
Doom unlocks her room door and steps inside.
"PUR-"
He sees it. The pool of blood blooming from her head, a pool that's only starting to get bigger. The pool of vomit in front of her. Her gown spotted with blood. Her seemingly lifeless body. His heart seems to stop and before he knows it, he's already crouching over her body, checking for any vital sign, any breath, any sign that she's still alive. He rushes to the closet and grabs a stethoscope. He flips her and she limply complies. He places it on her chest. A heart murmur. Shallow breathing. He carries Uni down the hall to an operating room and pages Dr. Funfetti, hoping to Tears that somehow they're awake by now.
"PAGING DR. FUNFETTI WE HAVE A DAMAGED PATIENT FROM AN ATTEMPT AT THEIR OWN HANDS, PAGING DR. FUNFETTI"
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Uni wakes up. She's in her room. In her hospital bed. Still in the hospital. She had a small headache when she opened her eyes, but nothing seemed too different. Well, one thing was different. When she opened her eyes, she realized that her vision was still somewhat blurry. Okay.
She rubs her eyes of all signs of sleep. It's still blurry.
Okay.
She feels her way to the closet to get a clean rag (what she thinks is a rag, anyway) and washes her face thoroughly in her bathroom. She dries off.
Still blurry.
Now she starts to panic.
How long would she be like this? What if she'll never see again? Why would she even attempt something like that in the first place? Will she even get help in this lifetime?
Her racing thoughts stop as she sees the blurry shape and colors of a bracelet on her wrist. A new bracelet. With new colors.
It looked... bright yellow. With a red sticker on it?
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Defrosted
A short story about Polly in the waiting room of the nearest hospital, waiting for the doctor to call her in for her treatment.
Today was the day.
Polly sat in the lobby of the East Eroid hospital. Her clothes clung to her cold, damp fur, as usual, and she had gotten used to the spots of water on her seat that she often had to deal with whenever she had to sit somewhere. His joints ached as they usually did, but it wasn’t as bad as it used to be, before the physical therapy. He just hoped that the treatment would work.
Over the years, TUC has eluded every expert in the scientific and medical field. No information, no cure, no cause, no way of knowing if it was contagious. After almost 40 years after it was discovered, after multiple tests, they found a way to cure it through an intravenous substance that needed to be administered for 3 months. This meant Polly had to be admitted to a hospital for a second time, which it wasn’t that stoked about due to… past events, and even after the Sparklecare hospital was shut down, it didn’t feel safe enough to let down its guard yet. But this time it had to.
They worried the sore joints on their wrist, still lost in thought. What if they had a reaction to the medicine? What if it didn’t work? What if they have to keep them as a patient for another few months? They cautiously eyed the door they came in.
“…”
Maybe it wasn’t too late to—
“Polaris Dee?”
Polly is startled from her thoughts. “uh— hm?”
“We’re ready for you.”
“oh, thanks”
Polly gets up from the now-wet seat and follows the nurse to a hospital room.
Let’s hope this worked.
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The Fun Police
Here’s a short and silly one detailing Marco’s opinions of Connie, as well my ideas for Creamie’s personality and some of she and Connie’s adventures. Creamie is a bit more of a bratty teen in addition to the more canon immaturity. This is gonna be 90% dialogue, sorry
“And why can’t I go with Connie at night?!”
“Because I said so—“
“That’s a pretty lame excuse. I could come up with something better than that.”
Creamie and Marco were in their shared bedroom. They were currently at odds because she just got an offer by Constance for a late-night road trip. Nothing too late, just during 10 at night. Marco obviously objected to this for multiple reasons.
“I’m not going to explain to you why you shouldn’t be on the road at night.”
Creamie crosses her arms. “Try me. Give me a good reason anyway.”
“You know that most car crashes happen at night—“
“One that doesn’t make you sound like someone who’s scared of their own shadow?”
Marco groans irritably. He loves her nearsister and wouldn’t trade her for anything, but god she was hard to reason with.
“Okay. I’ll tell you. Connie is a bad influence.”
This gets her attention. “What? How?”
“Do I really need to answer that question for you?” Marco gets up off his bed and walks towards Creamie’s bed.
“Come onnn, you act like I know what you’re talking about, Marcooo!”
“Okay. Fine. For your 11th birthday, she had the bright idea to take you to, and I’m repeating the headlines I’ve read about this place, ‘the lowest rated restaurant in East Eroid.’”
“The food was fine! And I didn’t get sick!”
“That is not the issue, you could’ve gotten sick!”
“Okay. But I didn’t.”
Marco blinks. “Second of all, it taught you how to how to use a lighter at age 7.”
“It said that it’s a life skill!”
“A life skill is something that you’ll use later in life, like swimming or learning how to read, you don’t use a lighter for anything other than smoking, are you planning on smoking??”
Creamie groans and falls back on her bed. “Nooooo, I’m noooot!”
“You know, you don’t have to lie to me—“
Marco grunts as a faux fur pillow is lobbed at him and hits him square in the face. He takes the pillow off and is greeted by Creamie sitting up and staring at him with a shit-eating grin.
“You. Are not. Going out.”
Creamie huffs with an exaggeration that only a teenager could accomplish. “Fine, fine, I won’t go…”
Marco stands with his hands on his hips, gauging her expression before sighing. “Good.” Marco leaves the bedroom.
Creamie waits until he can hear his footsteps going down the stairs before whipping out her phone and beginning to text one of her contacts:
::🔥CONNIE🔥::
> did he say yes
> no
> knew it lol
backup plan
he codes every night at 9-11, just say you need to go to the bathroom or something at 10
well need to leave our rooms at different times so he wont get suspicious
dont worry about getting morning clothes just put lounging clothes on that look like something youd wear out
> ok lol
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After-Dinner Conversation
For this story I wanted to detail FC!Polly’s family life before she got admitted to the hospital, as well as some headcanons for TUC. She definitely has no problems experiencing emotions now lol
Doom was just cleaning up after their family reunion dinner. All of their family friends and relatives came over to catch up and talk about what was going on in their lives now that the peril of the hospital was behind them. The adults all talked about whatever and the kids were all sat in their rooms or playing outside until dinner was ready. Right now it was nearly 11 P.M., everyone else had driven back home and all of the others did their chores for the aftermath of the dinner. Uni and Barry were in charge of the dishes, Polly was in charge of checking through all the rooms for anything the kids might’ve left behind. Doom was on dish sorting duty, so he had to wait until the dishwasher cycle was over.
He was in the middle of sorting the plates from small to large when he heard descending footsteps from his right. A smooth voice that was raspy with sleep caught his attention.
“Hey, Doom…”
It wasn’t until he looked up when he saw the source of the voice.
“Oh. Hey Polly, I thought you said you were going to bed.”
Polly usually went to bed earlier, since a side effect of the after-treatment meds was drowsiness. Polly ran a hand through her hair and let out a sigh.
“Yeah, yeah I… couldn’t sleep. Wanted to see what you were up to.”
“Well, not much. Still sorting the dishes out.”
Polly nodded and hummed an affirmative response. He was then silent for a while. Like he was thinking of saying something. He wanted to tell them something, but something inside of them was too afraid to.
“… h-hey, honey?”
Doom looks up at Polly and notices the unsure expression on their face. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“N-nothings wrong, just um,”
Polly chews on her lip nervously, a habit that she picked up after the release from the hospital.
“You remember why I said my parents couldn’t make it to the dinner today?”
Doom turns fully towards Polly, leaning against the counter. “Yeah, you said they were busy with their work and had to travel out of state?”
Polly nods. “Yeah. I wanted to tell you that I might’ve been a little… untruthful when I said that.”
Doom’s look said it all. Polly continues. “The thing is… I don’t know what they’re doing.”
“What?” Doom gets up and pulls up a seat at the table before sitting down skullself. “Have a seat. You can explain it more.”
Polly takes its seat in front of its husband. “Thank you…”
“You are in a state to explain it more, right?”
Polly nods, swallowing the lump in its throat. “Yes, s-sorry.
It sighs. “I like to think I had a good relationship with my parents. They weren’t negligent, I had access to a good education, and all that other stuff. But they had a problem with me running off when I was little, and I think that’s what caused my TUC. One day, we decided to go to a farm. I was 13 years old at this point. When they weren’t looking I decided to sneak a drop of the unfiltered winter plorb milk that’s usually the hotspot for the virus.” It chuckled sadly. “It wasn’t even that good, if I’m being honest.
“When I first got my TUC, my mom and dad were understandably worried about me. The first stages were always hard. The virus takes a while to spread fully to the final stages. First, I started to feel warmer and it would only get worse every week. They didn’t know what it was, and they tried every cold medicine and remedy they could find. Every pill, every shot, every cough syrup, and keep in mind, a cure for this was not available yet. It was just springing up out of nowhere and it irked every scientist as well. It got to the point that I actually vomited one day because of all the different medicine in my system.
“The second stage didn’t help my parents at all. I then started to feel slightly less warm. My parents were ecstatic, because they thought that it was clearing up. What I was actually going through was a transitional period of my temperature. My temperature dropped and didn’t stop dropping. I then noticed how the kids at school were… nicer to me than usual. Even I didn’t know what it was. I started getting full body shivers, cold sweats, joint pain, and it wasn’t until I woke up in a pool of my own condensation that I asked my parents to get me diagnosed.
After my diagnosis , my parents… didn’t really know what to do at this point. We didn’t know anything about the virus, about how contagious it was, how it’s spread, if they were exposed to it and were just asymptomatic, so they just didn’t know what to do. So they just left it. I stayed a final stage patient for almost 4 years before I got old enough to be admitted to the hospital. And, well,”
Polly gestured to his feet.
“You know how that went.”
“Then, when we all got freed, why weren’t your parents at the house?”
Polly got still. “… One of the symptoms of the virus is a loss of memory. When we finally signed the paperwork, I was so excited to see my parents again. My family, my neighborhood, anything that was familiar to me. But…” Polly felt a lump in their throat. “… I didn’t know where. I didn’t know where they were. After more time, I realized that I didn’t even remember my own relatives. It has been so long that everything I remember has been wiped away. I forgot my parents, their names, their ages, my address, the few friends I had made,” Polly’s tears started flowing freely. “Everything. I forgot everything I loved. I don’t even know if I should be mad at myself or my parents, what was even the point of escaping if everyone you know has probably presumed you as dead and you can’t even tell them you’re still alive?? I can’t even call them because, I c-can’t even remember my home phone…”
Polly starts sobbing quietly. Doom quickly gets up and wraps his arms around it, running his hand through its scalp. “Polly, Polly, it’s alright… I’m sure we’ll be able to find your family, we just haven’t tried every option yet. When… when I was born, I was put up for adoption. I don’t even know where they are now, or if they’re even still alive. It has been so long since… and I still miss them.”
He pulls back to look at Polly, and wipes a stray tear from her eye with his thumb. “You’re not alone in this. You have a whole network of people who can help you this time.” He kisses her nose. “Things are different now.”
She sniffles, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. “Thanks… you don’t know how much this means to me…”
“… I do.”
Doom helps her up from the chair. “Do you need a minute to yourself, or…?”
Polly chuckles, her mood starting to brighten. “No, I’m positive that I will start crying again if that happens. Maybe we can watch something until I go to sleep?”
Doom smiles. “Sounds like a plan.”
Doom wraps their arm around its shoulders and guides it back upstairs.
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Child Relationships
Here’s some more depth on each of their individual personalities, only the ones in the original house. If one isn’t listed, assume that their opinion of them is neutral. This one’s a little short
Under the cut:
Marco
Barry
Barry and Marco have pretty positive views of each other. Barry doesn’t know much computer science and Marco doesn’t know much about biology, so they’re happy to trade information about one to the other. Barry is usually the one who reminds Marco to take his meds for his insomnia.
Doom
Marco thinks his father is… alright. He doesn’t get why they act so weird when asked why they can’t watch any horror media in the house, aside from the fact that he has a 15-year-old sister. Doom is worried about Marco because he sees some of himself in him.
Polly
They bond over lunch and he frequently joins her when she goes grocery shopping. They both like their peace and quiet and sometimes just decompress together.
Connie
Marco is less than fond of Connie. It always seems to have something to say whenever he talks about it, like it enjoys getting under his skin. Not to mention she’s a bad influence on Creamie.
Creamie
Doom
She thinks her dad is pretty cool, and thinks it’s funny when she explains what’s happening on the internet that week and he tries to get what she’s saying. Doom is protective of her because skull was bullied for having 8 limbs, and skull doesn’t want her to feel the same way he did, since she has 4 legs. Truthfully, they were almost hoping that she wouldn’t have inherited his multilimbs so they would have more of a chance of preventing that.
Uni
Uni absolutely SPOILS this girl, she is definitely a mama’s girl. She gets makeup tips from pup, pup bought her most of the Kandi stuff for her, and pup’s the one who usually reminds Doom to stock her treats. Uni is also very protective of her because he doesn’t want her to go through the same bullying and harassment that he went through as a kid that eventually got bad enough that he had to be admitted to the Sparklecare Hospital for a suicide attempt.
Connie
Aunt Connie is sooo COOL! She always takes her to cool places like the movies, and then they always get food before coming back home!
Barry
Barry is kinda cringe. He always tries to use memes to relate to her but ends using ones that are too old or uses them incorrectly. God forbid he tries an internet dance. But it’s okay, because it’s kinda funny.
Creamie and Marco!
Creamie
Has FC!Uni and FC!Doom’s colors
That’s pretty much it
Marco
The tiredness isn’t from being parentified this time but he has actual insomnia
Polly’s markings
That’s it too
Not much to really change about these two!
Here’s Doom, Polly, and Connie!
Doom
Piercings!!!
Made the scar color make a bit more sense
Color change as usual
Scars near end of tail and and on fingers
Blue shine on eyeshadow
Stubbleeee (from T)
Removed the lineart for the cheek pattern
Polly
White fur from treatment (the patterns are from their fur before they got TUC)
Sleepier + blue eye shine and lids
I’d like to think that their fur was stiffer because of the cold, so now that they’re warmer now, it’s more fluffy
Freckles!
Connie
Much more hair
Piercings
Recolor
Extra countershade markings + eyebrows
Ripped jeans
Painted nails