Plot Twist Idea: The Antagonist Isn’t Trying To Destroy The World—they’re Trying To Save It From

liar

Be clingy with me. Always talk to me. Annoy me. Send me selfies. Tell me about your day. Come to me when you overthink. I really love those things.

When your Character...

Gets into: A Fight ⚜ ...Another Fight ⚜ ...Yet Another Fight

Hates Someone ⚜ Kisses Someone ⚜ Falls in Love

Calls Someone they Love ⚜ Dies / Cheats Death ⚜ Drowns

is...

A Ballerina ⚜ A Child ⚜ Interacting with a Child ⚜ A Cheerleader

A Cowboy ⚜ A Genius ⚜ A Lawyer ⚜ A Pirate ⚜ A Spy

A Wheelchair User ⚜ A Zombie ⚜ Beautiful ⚜ Dangerous ⚜ Drunk

Funny ⚜ In a Coma ⚜ In a Secret Society ⚜ Injured ⚜ Shy

needs...

A Magical Item ⚜ An Aphrodisiac ⚜ A Fictional Poison

A Coping Strategy ⚜ A Drink ⚜ A Medicinal Herb ⚜ A Mentor

Money ⚜ A Persuasion Tactic ⚜ A Quirk ⚜ To be Killed Off

To Become Likable ⚜ To Clean a Wound ⚜ To Self-Reflect

To Find the Right Word, but Can't ⚜ To Say No ⚜ To Swear

loves...

Astronomy ⚜ Baking ⚜ Cooking ⚜ Cocktails ⚜ Food ⚜ Oils

Dancing ⚜ Fashion ⚜ Gems ⚜ Herbal Remedies ⚜ Honey

Mushrooms ⚜ Mythology ⚜ Numbers ⚜ Perfumes

Roses ⚜ Sweets ⚜ To Argue ⚜ To Insult ⚜ To Kiss

To Make False Claims ⚜ Wine ⚜ Wine-Tasting ⚜ Yoga

has/experiences...

Allergies ⚜ Amnesia ⚜ Bereavement ⚜ Bites & Stings

Bruises ⚜ Caffeine ⚜ CO Poisoning ⚜ Color Blindness

Facial Hair ⚜ Fainting ⚜ Fevers ⚜ Food Allergies

Food Poisoning ⚜ Fractures ⚜ Frostbite ⚜ Hypothermia

Injuries ⚜ Jet Lag ⚜ Kidnapping ⚜ Manipulation ⚜ Mutism

Pain ⚜ Paranoia ⚜ Poisoning ⚜ More Pain & Violence

Scars ⚜ Trauma ⚜ Viruses ⚜ Wounds

[these are just quick references. more research may be needed to write your story...]

Writing Resources PDFs

After a year, how the suitcase is.

A peek into how the suitcase is by our wonderful reporter Regulus.

It's cannon. Mr Apple and Lilya have drinks together and he seems to be the one to get intoxicated quite easily.

Vertin places people associated with one another close by, and Reg alongside Medicine Pocket frequently blasts music in their rooms much to X's annoyance.

Regulus going silent and cutting off the cam once she receives Sotheby's gift is hilarious. (that being said, how would cheques work considering the whole back in time stuff?)

Aww noo, Sonetto knows that she appreciates and loves the suitcase but can't truly accept this appreciation as she thinks that she's taking Vertin's quality of life improvements to the suitcase for granted. No wait. is that why she goes out of her way to show immense amounts of gratitude for her? Is that why she has to 'make it up' for Vertin? Through the missions she has to show her upmost resourcefulness and contribution to the Timekeeper by performing beyond what's mandated? Just like in Chpt. 5 when she felt as if she didn't perform well enough or perhaps even useless when unable to respond to the Island's questioning on her trial and had to be 'rescued' by the Timekeeper and 37? It ties back to her own belief that something is only deemed as valuable and worthy if they are proved to be useful to other parties in some way (Foundation indoctrination). Bluepoch please you can't keep doing this I'm going to melt and pass away.

shaming and making fun of people for still engaging in fandom activities once they reach a certain age is so embarrassing because why are you giving yourself an expiration date of time you have fun? why are you not-so-indirectly saying you will stop having fun once you reach a certain age? or do you really believe you have to stop engaging in fandom activities and having fun once you turn (x)? do you not think you will, what, live that long and turn that age too? do you think fun will suddenly stop for you and life will all of a sudden lose its meaning once you reach a certain age? how sad to be giving yourself an hourglass and just waiting for your time of having fun to run out.

adults can and should engage in fandom activities if it's what makes them happy.

adults can and should continue doing whatever they like doing as teenagers if it's what makes them happy.

age is just... part of life. it's a part of me and it's a part of you. shaming people for something you will have to go through (unless you don't think you will live that long) is such a loser behavior. indirectly saying you will stop having fun once you reach a certain age isn't the flex you think it is. it doesn't make you look "cool and edgy", it makes you look miserable.

Yaelokre sent an audio in their Instagram broadcast channel

I've never seen such an accurate description of myself before

I confuse people. i have a happy personality and a sad soul. i'm bold but shy. i love deeply but sometimes i feel heartless. i'm healing and hurting at the same time. i'm dedicated to growth, but i self sabotage

You bought a cheap mirror from an antique store, not knowing it was enchanted. The mirror shows the reflection of the viewer 60 years in the future. You didn't realize it was magical because your reflection is... exactly the same.

A premonition of love

Warning: comfort/pain, nerve-wracking, headcanons, genderless y/n, ooc, partially own oc(?), understatement, ambiguity, profanity, Medicine Pocket — they/them.

Synopsis: A sudden change in behavior, habits, everything... Why? Another side effect of a drug trial or a crush? A hypothesis whose confirmation will divide Medicine Pocket life into before and after.

Word count: 1000 ≈

From the author: I'm writing about a relatively genderless reader, not a oc for the first time, so this was a bit difficult. I don't know if I'll ever post something specifically about oc here, since the oc isn't quite ready yet and... It's complicated. I wanted to write more, but then it would be a mess. I don't know if I'll write anything else...

English is not my first language, sorry. I tried not to lose the meaning of some points.

Enjoy reading!

I don't think that Medicine Pocket is the kind of person who shouts their crush to every friend or acquaintance until they are sure they have the right to do so. At the very least, it's important to them that you don't think badly of them, but they're not going to do anything to look good in your eyes.

They won't give you flowers or candy, give you secret gifts, or keep you guessing if they're in love with you or if flirt is the new way of communicating. They act as explorers and beyond - exploring the territory. Like dogs.

"This experiment... It will be exciting! Let's see what I can be surprised with!"

At first they won't even realize the fact that they want to see you, almost as dumb as everyone in Laplace, more often. Somewhere close by. They'll just visit you more often, whether you work at Laplace in their department or another department, or whether you're just a member of the St. Pavlov Foundation. They just miss your presence somewhere in the room, whether it's right next to them or at the other end of the lab.

And that's why they've started dropping by so often and just sit down somewhere nearby, at a table or on the couch, or even on the floor. Their notebook and pen are always in their pocket, which means they can work (unless it's an experiment that requires working with reagents).

"What? My lab is noisy. These idiots don't know how to work quietly. By the way, give me a spare pen, I've seen you have one."

They really do act like dogs. They sometimes follow you around, put their head on your shoulder from behind and watch what you are doing, making sure that all sorts of unpleasant personalities do not spoil your mood.

"Got any hands? Got crumbs of brain? Here do your fucking work yourself," notes found on folders or the like at work that your coworkers ask you to do for them.

Suddenly you have more free time, isn't that cool? Now you can spend it on them! Aren't you glad?

Get ready for Medicine Pocket to start looking at you more often. At a random moment you can turn your head at them and see - their gaze either instantly goes in the other direction, just a little bit, or they continue to stare at you. The latter happens almost always, and the former only when they have somewhere to look behind you.

They are just watching you. They just watch how your day goes, what you do after hours, how many times you take breaks, what you read or watch, what music you like, how many spoonfuls of sugar you put in your tea, and how many centimeters your heels are if you wear them. It's not stalking, no, it's just that they tend to pick up on the details while continuing to go about their work.

"You're staring."

"I'm watching the puppy behind you."

"... He's already run away."

"I can see his shadow from here. That's enough."

And curiosity just eats them up. You are a special experiment, repeat, special! Medicine Pocket want to know everything. Their cheeks redden and their lips stretch into a smile as they make a list in their heads of what they've learned about you! Even if it's something insignificant. Even if you find it unpleasant about yourself - they just love getting to know you from every angle.

"How can you like tea without sugar? It's just empty water with leaves. Although, if you compensate it with sweets... Well, it's not bad."

Sometimes they share with you what they are researching or working on. Clever words fly out of your poor head. If you don't know anything at all about their work, that's okay, they'll explain it more clearly. They enjoy the fact that you listen to them, talk to them, give them your time. They like all of this and are willing to tell you much more about their work if it means spending more time with you. Talk about your work following them, it will mean you don't mind initiating them into your work - and that's cool too! They'll be happy to comment on it all in their own style.

"I didn't understand a word you said."

"We're on break for another two hours, and I'll tell you what I'm doing in paragraphs. Now, don't interrupt. Now, alcindoromycin..."

But at the same time, Medicine Pocket acting completely normal. They don't show any signs that they have fallen in love with you, that they are interested in you as more than just a friend. They treat you as usual - they really try, but every day it becomes more and more unbearable. You just won't realize that they are in love with you, no matter how hard you try. They act small and careful.

How can they not just give you a hug when you have your back to them and are doing something? How not to bring you the sweets you liked at Laplace's coffee shop? How can they not cover you with their lab coat when you're overworking and fall asleep on your own desk or couch? Well how do you not pull you out of yet another of X's experiments that he's gotten you into for like 2 hours now? (They don't care if it's safe for you, he's taking up your time too).

"Hey, alphabet boy! Find someone else to experiment on!"

"But I don't mind..."

"You're BUSY. You've got a LOT of work to do. You hear them, X? So find someone else."

They feel simultaneously so joyful, so overexcited, so good about everything they feel!

But when they realize in an instant that they've actually fallen in love with you? They're fucking shocked at themselves. And in what way they don't understand.

"Uh-huh... And that's why these calculations are completely unwarranted, how could I even think of that... Oh. Damn it."

Can Medicine Pocket fall in love? They can, who's stopping them? But... They've never thought about it until now. No, they don't know what to do in this situation. They suddenly don't know what to do next. What to do?

And the realization hits them with a heavy stone of several tons.

They're just living their lives, and suddenly you show up in their lives and abruptly force them to do something else different from their normal behavior. They get angry. They're gritting their teeth and they're annoyed. At you, at themselves, at everything around them.

Poor Laplace.

"I'll deduct it from your funding for next month, Medicine Pocket."

"Damn it, why are the wires chewed up?! They're reinforced, for crying out loud!"

"Who let those dogs in here?! They're going to ruin our jobs, and I'm allergic to them too... AAPPCHH!"

And then they calm down and act normal when they friends start to worry about they. When you start to worry. Everyone hears something like "Lucy sent off to re-fill the report" or "Didn't get funding" and etc. They just try to let the situation go.

"I'm fine, dammit! Will you stop wasting my time and get on with it, or does no one understand in words?!"

It hurts, yes. They clench their teeth, but they've stopped emotionally biting.

Now there's the occasional sad-eyed puppy in that spot.

Just notice them already. Give some sign to make them realize you're interested in them for who they are!

Please.

They're not mad at you anymore. No, no, no, they're not! They're just-

"What the hell do you think you're doing?! Get your ass up and deal with these papers before I shove them up your-"

They take their anger out on their coworkers.

And...

They're just afraid of a bad result for this time. Compare that to the experiment. Only now the Medicine Pocket won't be angry, annoyed that what they studied didn't live up to their expectations - they'll be broken.

That's why they're waiting. If you don't take the first steps - then their hypothesis was wrong all along. Understand, they are already not appreciated by many people in Laplace because of their behavior, character, appearance, manner of communication and etc, they are just used to being rejected by society.

And they don't care about it, they don't give a fuck, honestly. But here. Yeah, they're cowards, all right?! There are things that make them squirm on the spot. There's nothing wrong with that, they're human, they just act like a dog half the time.

They can chicken out too. They're smart, no, geniuses, but they're not devoid of humanity and emotion. It's just that they've never felt something like this before this moment, they've reviewed all the options, check their notebook, there's a plethora of scenarios in there, and almost all of them aren't happy with them. They're stuck in a dead end.

"Why is this not working?! Where did I miscalculate... Why the fuck try to figure it out if the result is the same? This experiment is a failure from the start... Shit!"

And yet the people they like are their best friends. Among all these dumbasses, there are those who know how to use this thing called a brain. And they're willing to fight for them, to help them in any way they can. But you mean more than "best friends".

So go ahead. They'll be happy if the experiment is successful.

"One condition only: if they make another move, I'll follow them. I've already started all this, but doing it alone just doesn't make sense. I'm tired, damn it. I need to get some sleep."

Come on. They're always bold in everything, they're sharp, they're loud, they go forward no matter what. But here they will cede the main action to you. If you're attentive enough, you think well enough and you know how to use your head, you'll give them the green light.

And believe me, Medicine Pocket will repay you for this step.

I feel like I have a very different understanding of Medicine Pocket compared to other people, and it's very, very satisfying and frightening (well, I may not understand the character at all and am writing at random). Still, I spent some time on it, so...

With too few fanfics on the vastness of the internet with Medicine Pocket, I thought I'd do my part (つ･･)つ

I hope you enjoyed it.

Thanks for reading!

Medicine Pocket is advocating for Critter Enrichment.