#...my dad using a generator exclusively for lights and heat and it giving off the most dreadful sound the whole day did not help with that

[glitterrosesnzz]

today has been. a rough day.

[madame-mimsy]

Theory Behind the Reward Tier Levels in Janus’ Corridor.

Has someone done this, already? Probably. But nothing says mental exhaustion like procrastinating on schoolwork by over analyzing the levels of tiers in Janus’ Corridor of Stored Rewards.

So with the release of the amazing art by James von Hollen (@ignoreitforever on Instagram) of each of the tiers (and the honestly delightfully terrifying images of Janus ripping through a wall like the Shining), I’ve had some thoughts on what the levels mean in relation to them because I am a Fander and we cannot leave well enough alone gdi.

See, at first I liked the idea going around that Janus was just giving tiers based on people he liked, as he’s stated that he prefers Remus over the others in livestreams. But the thing is, he obviously does NOT like Virgil, so that doesn’t quite fit to me. And the idea that it’s just giving preferential treatment to the Dark Sides made sense to me, until the new images came out and we had padlocks galore.

Instead, my theory is that each tier is based on how deep into the secrets he’s promised in his Corridor you go. The further along the more he WANTS to keep them secret, and thus the more money it takes, meta-wise, to pry those secrets loose, and why there is no Janus level tier. There’s no way he’d want to reveal everything he knows, no matter the amount. He (Janus) even got downright angry when people tried bugging him for spoilers in streams.

So instead he has the tiers listed by how willing he is to make that Side “public” or not. (Longwinded theory under the cut)

So first we have the Logan tier: the Federal Education Budget 

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“Ohhh, so you decided to share with us? Then, I suppose I can share with you.”

Honestly, this startled me because of the fact that it looks so arcane and mystical, which doesn’t match how I imagine Logan at all. My friend @onnastik​ pointed out that the creature on the right, surrounded by sigils, is the demon Baur, who among other things is said to “teach natural and moral philosophy, (and) logic...” which fits the bill pretty perfectly. 

Speaking of a bill, the name for the tier fits Logan perfectly, too, to me. The Federal Education Budget is not only the budget used in the American system to make sure kids have free education until the highschool level, but is also part of the college loan system. It signifies public education, and that’s why I feel that Logan is the lowest, and thus most accessible, tier. Janus considers him bland, safe for public consumption, and maybe even wants to put up a front of logical intelligence first and foremost, to make even the broadest view of Thomas seem as intelligent as possible. 

And look at how much the basic tier gives! That’s a huge amount for just the lowest tier, and gives you plenty to enjoy. That fits the ideal of something like a broad education system, and gives a very open feel. Logan’s tier is literally an “Open Book” of all sorts of delights.

And with that horrible pun, we move to Patton’s tier:  The Monthly Allowance.

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“That not enough for you? Fine. I'll give you everything from that last tier, PLUS...”

For all that it is creepy as heck, the fact that Patton’s tier is also a pun is perfect. The candles heat must surely make this... heartwarming. And the addition of blooper reels in the rewards, and the commentary, feel more personal than Logan’s open tier. Which is why I don’t think Patton was the first tier.

Patton wears his heart on his sleeve too much for Janus’ tastes, I bet. All of those emotions just out there where anyone could see? Those bloopers that showcase how imperfect Thomas and the crew are? Yikes. That is definitely something a certain snek wouldn’t want to be the most public option, though, at the same time, Patton’s gentle qualities and general love of the fandom also mean he’s a good symbol to push closer to the front of the Corridor, and doesn’t need to be as hidden as some of the others.

Also the fact that Patton’s tier has a sticker as a reward is absolutely perfect and you can’t tell me otherwise. Can’t you just imagine him going “Thank you so much, kiddo! Let’s watch some bloopers and play with sticker books! I’ll get the cocoa”? He’s the good goofy dad and stickers are fun. Bloopers and being silly are fun. It’s perfect for the sweet lad.

Then we have the illustrious Roman’s tier: A Prince’s Ransom.

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“You want more? Really?? … You can only half tell, but I’m blushing over the fact that we’re worth this much to you. How about, everything in that last tier AND...”

Hooo boi there’s suddenly a lot more to unpack here. This is in no way an insult to the lovely Crew as a whole, but doesn’t it feel like this tier has more bribery going on than the last two? More self-centered reasons to join? It’s not just your name in the credits like Patton offered: it’s your name as a writer. That T-shirt (which I 100% leaped at when I saw this because holy heck it’s so pretty), and of course the mysterious Writer’s Room.

This tier feels very creative as well: look at all the stuff about influencing the show, the art of the shirt, etc. This is all about being showy and creative like our wonderful prince. But it’s not the first tier, even though Thomas is very much a creator. Why? Why is the tier for the showiest, flashiest Side just randomly tucked in the middle, not even the highest for show?

Because Janus doesn’t want Roman to be the first thing everyone sees. Our sweet boy is definitely eye-catching, but he can also be vain to the point of pompous, even annoying. And his fragile ego isn’t something that Janus likely wants to show off. Janus’ statement about “blushing” and “being worth that much to you” even feels like it matches that pride and ego. 

And that fragility is in the crown’s design, too. At first glance it seems fine. Very fantastic, with Roman’s sun symbol in lovely display. But a longer look reveals cracks, broken sections and fissures. And a slight, odd green shine, too. Hmm.

No, Roman couldn’t be made the first tier because of his pride, but his is also the last tier to not have any outright locks on it...

The Strange Dark Son’s tier: OK, Now You’re Making Me Feel Guilty...

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From the Snake’s Own Mouth:

“PLEASE, don’t give us any more money! I don’t know what we could possibly do with it! But alright… since I like you, you can have everything in the last tier, and I'LL THROW IN...”

“Now you’re making me feel guilty” is absolutely what I would expect Virgil to think about someone giving him money because they enjoyed Thomas’ content. He’d freak out, and want to make sure to do something equally nice in return, to say thank you. Hence the thank-you video. 

NGL I can also imagine him panicking and rushing around his room to pick up a random mug and just thrust it out at the gifter in return too, before hiding away in an anxious mess, but anyway. xD

The artwork for this seems to very much be in homage to the Annabelle Doll: a supposedly haunted ragdoll, kept locked in a case at an occult museum.

Something interesting about this doll’s story, though...

Wiki: “According to the Warrens, a student nurse was given the doll in 1970. They said that the doll behaved strangely, and that a psychic medium told the student that the doll was inhabited by the spirit of a deceased girl named "Annabelle". The student and her roommate tried to accept and nurture the spirit-possessed doll, but the doll reportedly exhibited malicious and frightening behavior.”

Huh. Who else do we know that when confronted with too much coddling responds by lashing out?

And this is the first tier with a lock. The glass is chipped (from inside or out?) but the lock is holding. The doll is inert and doesn’t seem likely to do anything unless disturbed, if it matches the original story. Which seems to fit Virgil relatively well. Sure, he’ll make you anxious (maybe those cracks are where the influence leeches free), but doesn’t seem intent on outright harm. Also the cracks and the creepy living doll cabinet as a whole made me think of spider webs and our boi’s Halloween decor, so I thought that was excellent, honestly.

This tier is hidden behind Roman’s shining pomp. It’s outright locked away, as if to keep it from seeing the light of day. The Dark Side tiers both seem this way: hidden from prying eyes by the splendor of the first few tiers.

And the most hidden one of all... Gross Profit.

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“Oh you bougie rascal, you! Your generosity is seen and I truly thank you for it… but a few kind words from me aren't enough, I'm sure... so how about, you get everything from the last tier ALONG WITH...”

Firstly we have exclusive tier level gifts that Janus won’t even reveal. Meta-wise, this is likely more because the team has to decide what those gifts ARE, and how to safely ship them, but the way it sounds in the description not only feels super secretive, but also very much like Remus to me, as well. I’m pretty sure any and all gifts from him are a surprise in some way. Whether that is pleasant is debatable, but it’s still a surprise!

The highest tier also looks to have the highest security. Look at that sturdy, metal bound chest and huge padlock. Not only that but it also has chains wrapped around it to hold it shut, and even then, the contents are actively seeking to escape, like our delightful trashman would. Even the shuggoth-like appearance matches his presence as a shifting, terrifying and likely quite gloopy entity, capable of squeezing even where he’s not wanted.  Even the green fabric below looks stained with mud or blood or something equally as upsetting. The image does a great job of showing how hard it is to contain Intrusive Thoughts, as a whole, and is likely a main reason Janus drinks so much “juice” on his birthdays. 

Unlike the last image, this one is outright trying to break containment, and oddly, it almost seems like someone left a golden key in easy reach for just that purpose... A key which also looks rather oddly shaped, to me.

It’s hard to tell from the angle, but it doesn’t look like the eye is a simple circle, but that it has a point, like a heart almost. Or even the ornate letter D from the Corridor logo?

I can’t be sure of that, but what I can definitely be sure of is the sheer amount of lock, key, and chain symbolism our Snekky Fren has to his name.

While Janus has no tier, the entire SITE has his symbol, like a brand. 

Every post, the icon, the about page, it’s there. And the snake isn’t trapped by the lock, but guarding it. It looks to have a green highlight around where a chip is (hmm), but other than that, it looks quite solid, and well-guarded by watchful creatures that never blink.

The shape of the lock looks like it could be heart-shaped as well, like that golden key allowing the Remus tentacles to wriggle free.

They also do a heckin blep and honestly what could possibly be better? 

So yeah, that’s my way overly long ramble about the tier levels and what I think they mean. Maybe if I’m not too lazy I’ll do one on the pictures of Janus playing peekaboo with my nightmares on the about page. 

God but this art is amazing and y’all need to go preesh the artist holy heck. 

[teenyfish]

Marine Biology Story of the Day #10

Hello all.  This post was kinda delayed because I spent all day cleaning out my pool (it’s an above ground pool—my COVID 19 impulse purchase) because a hurricane came through and it’s full of dead insects and leaves among other things.  The joys of living right on the coast 😊

Thanks for all of your interest and support on my shrimp research—it’s nice to know that people are interested in the little guys too.  So today, we are going to talk about how all of my interest in tiny fish got started—my master’s program and my thesis.  

SOoooo…originally I wasn’t planning on getting my masters because it sounded like a lot of work but then I changed my mind last minute when I started looking at job applications and saw that for many of them, you needed a masters—so I ended up becoming a master’s student at the same University that I did my undergrad at—called Christopher Newport University.  It’s a teeny public school in Virginia near the Chesapeake Bay. And the reason I chose to do this is because I would be working under Dr. Jessica Thompson, who in hindsight, was probably the best advisor I could have had.

Dr. Thompson is a wonderful human being with many beautiful tattoos, and can definitely drink me under the table, and raises chickens in the middle of a city, but she is also pure and wholly supportive—something that I really needed during that period of my life.  She also exclusively studied a wonderful teeny tiny fish:  Fundulus heteroclitus, or the Mummichog.

(The males are the ones with the stripes and bright shiny scales and the female is the drabber one)

Her research focuses on this little fish because it is one of the hardiest fish on the east coast.  It primarily lives in shallow water salt marsh habitats (intertidal marshes). These shallow water habitats often have very extreme temperature and salinity changes, as shallow water heats and cools up much faster than deep water.  So they can survive in a wide range of temperatures, salinities, and dissolved oxygen conditions—I call them the cockroaches of the sea (except they are much cuter).  They are also a very important food resources for a TON of marine and coastal predators.

They were also the first fish in space—and they were used in spatial orientation studies.  You see, in space, animals and plants can lose all sense of up and down because there is no gravity—however in a few days, this fish were able to figure out their spatial orientation (possibly due to orienting to the overhead light source?). Anyway, they are incredible little babies.

(NASA scientist John Boyd choosing the first two fish (and fish eggs) to leave planet earth)

Because they can move into the very shallow intertidal marsh area (the part where the grasses grow) they can avoid predators during high tide, and this area of the marsh is chock full of food for them, mostly in the form of small zooplankton and worms that live in the mud.  But during low tide, this part of the habitat dries up, and they are forced out into the deeper subtidal creeks of the marsh, where they get to be in cooler water, but they are at the mercy of predators, and there is less food.

(everything in the open water is subtidal, everything between tidal flat and low marsh is intertidal)

My aspect of this research involved looking at behavior choices made by these guys when presented with “intertidal marsh” habitat filled with food and marsh grass (their preferred habitat), however we cranked the temperature up to 34-40 oC (93—104 oF), OR a empty “subtidal creek” habitat with no food or structure, but at their optimum temperature for growth at 26 oC (79 oF). 34-40 oC is an EXTREMELY high temperature for fish to be able to function at—most fish begin shutting down their metabolism at these temperatures (aka dying).  But supposedly, Mummichog can deal with these temps.  There thermal maxima (upper temperature at which they can function) is reported to be 42 oC.

So I had to construct an experimental tank.  

These were some of the first iterations of the tank—we had to do a lot of practice runs before we got the design just right.  The concept is the same—we used this corrugated plastic (the same you use to make those political signs ppl stick in their front yard) to form two sections, one for warm, one for cold, and a box in the middle that we would remove a door and allow for the fish to swim out.  Once the fish chose a side (remained on a side for more than 10 seconds) we would close them off from the rest of the tank—they made a “choice”. In later iterations of the design, we covered the tank in more of the plastic to hide them from us (so they wouldn’t show fear behaviors) and put in fake salt marsh grass on the warm side to mimic an intertidal marsh habitat.  Fish were also fed pieces of cut up shrimp on the warm side.   We ran 3 trials at increasing temperatures for each run, and during each trial, the fish were run through the tank simulation once a day for three weeks.  

In order to get fish for this study, we had to catch wild fish. To catch them, we set minnow traps in the small channels leading into the intertidal marsh at low tide, and as the tide came in, and fish funneled into these channels, they became trapped in our minnow traps.

(examples of minnow traps, and our collection site in Norfolk) 

Problem was, in order to get out to these sites, we had to slog through some serious mud.  I’m talking about sink up to your thigh levels of mud y’all (and this really bothered me, I’m super claustrophobic).  So in order not to get trapped in the mud, we had to wear mudders, which are a little bit like snowshoes (in concept?) but also not like snowshoes at all.  They were like boxes you strapped onto your feet with plastic sticking out on the side which was meant to make your footprint bigger (and therefore give you more support on the mud).  They worked pretty well but they always gave me major bruises on my ankles as the plastic pressed up and into my ankles.  I had to buy some foam padding to wrap around my ankles it was so bad.

Once we got our sweet little babies, I would tag each of them individualy so I could keep track of individual fish.  I did this with a combination of Visible Implant Alpha Tags, which are florescent and have individual numbers on them, or Visible Implant Elastomer Tag, which are made of a non-toxic elastomer “paint” and come in 9 colors, so you can create an individual code for each individual by combining 2 colors. These tags are injected under the skin so that they are still visible (fish skin is pretty transparent) but are not very deep in the muscle tissue. These are really great tags to use on really small fish. We used MS-Tricane to anesthetize the fish and inject them, so basically I’ve done fish surgery. You can check out these tags at Northwest Marine Technology—I still use them now!  I’m using them on a current project.  

(left, a VI Alpha Tag on a trout, right, two different colors of VI elastomer tags on a flounder) 

And our fish did really well after tagging—we had no tagging mortalities!

Once we ran these fish through all three trials, it was time to analyze data. We calculated the fish’s dominant “choice” by calculating the proportion of days during the trial they chose the “warm side”—if their proportion was 90%, they had a high affinity for choosing the warm side, 30% they had a low affinity for choosing the warm side and instead more often chose the cool side for example.  Then we put this data into environmental models to see if temperature influenced their choices.

And the result?

You read it here first folks.  These little fish decided to swim into upwards of 104 o C water regularly to get food—they were so food motivated—and most fish chose the warm side over the cool side most often during every trial.  However there was a decent amount of variation—there was a contingent of fish that went into the cool side more often as temperature rose, and would forgo eating for comfort, but overall, the fish chose the warm side.  This shows that these fish may be able to adapt quickly as temperatures rise—and those that choose to move into warmer, shallower waters to access food will more likely survive to reproduce (since they choose to be in regions with less predators and more food).  This means they are more likely to pass on their warm water acclimating genes to their offspring, continuing their species ability to deal with extreme temperatures on to the next generations.  

My thesis defense obviously went well, and I got my masters, but I’ve kept my interest for the smaller fish and invertebrate species because they form one of the base levels of our ocean ecosystems and serve as a very important food resource to larger predators.  I’d like to credit Dr. Thompson for giving me this interested and giving me the appreciation for these little and underappreciated animals.  She and I have kept in touch—she was actually at my wedding last May, and when my dad got in a major accident (four days before I was supposed to defend my thesis) she came to the hospital and helped me through it, and also helped me push back my defense one semester so I could recuperate from the trauma a little.  I am extremely grateful for her tutelage, and I’m grateful for these sweet little babies.

Thanks for reading, and as always, if you have any questions about the field work or the research, PLEASE do not hesitate to ask or comment.

[titaniumblender]

Happy HK secret Santa  @emmmmiru !!! I hope you don’t hate this lmao, I’ve discovered I really need prompts when writing christmas fics so I combined like several and I think it sort of worked???  Also plz excuse my ER/hospital knowledge it’s very outdated because my reference hasn’t worked in an ER for like years so I did my best lol. So, without further ado plz have Doctor Toshiro/Nurse Karin and mistletoe, for some reason I really just like RAN with the mistletoe thing!! 

Karin was twitchy. She’d been waiting in the Starbuck’s line for a solid fifteen minutes before her order was finally taken. Now here she was, stuck waiting another ten minutes for the actual drink to be made. There were four people in front of her too.

Today was her first day at her new hospital. She was finally escaping the shadow of her brilliant family at Karakura General Hospital, KGH. Both her father and brother were well known and highly sought-after doctors. Ichigo, a renown neurosurgeon and Ishhin, probably one of the best ER doctors around, training a number of great pupils in emergency medicine. Even her own twin sister was well known, Yuzu was one of few dietitians in Karakura and a good one at that.

Karin herself was a damn good nurse and she knew it, but she got rather fed up with being known exclusively as Kurosaki Junior. Yuzu didn’t seem to mind the nickname as much, but of course Karin wasn’t as nice as Yuzu.

So, here she was, a town away at a brand-new hospital starting her first shift on Christmas Eve, just her luck.

And now her need for Starbucks and caffeine was going to make her late.

“Venti gingerbread latte for Karin.” The barista finally called out and Karin practically sprinted to the counter.

Quickly grabbing a lid and pushing it onto the cup Karin briskly turned around ready to get to the hospital ASAP. Only to run smack dab into someone, immediately spilling her precious gingerbread latte all over this nice someone’s crisp white dress shirt.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” She asked before looking up at the very attractive man she had spilled her hot drink all over.

He was probably one of the most attractive men she had ever seen with white hair, piercing blue eyes and a very attractive face. An attractive face that was decidedly unimpressed with situation as his white shirt dripped latte. He brought a hand up to his face, pinched his nose and muttered, “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Wait, Toshiro?” Karin asked, his unimpressed scowl triggering a memory of that very same face but much younger lecturing her about proper hospital etiquette.

“Karin?”

“Yes! How are you? It’s been so long; dad really misses you.” It was really her who missed him, but he didn’t need to know that.

“I’m doing just fine Karin, but I think I’d be much better if we could have this discussion when I don’t have coffee all over me.”

“Ahh right! Let me get you a paper towel, I’ll be right back.”

And then she disappeared quickly, trying her best to calm her heart rate.

Toshiro Hitsugaya had been one of her father’s most promising medical interns and Isshin had loved him so much he became part of the family. Did a young nursing intern, happen to find him very attractive? Yes. Did that same intern also happen to develop a huge crush and sulk for weeks when he finally left to pursue his career at a different hospital? Also, yes. But she still had her dignity dammit!

The current twenty-five-year-old Karin was not the same as twenty-one-year-old lovesick Karin, she would not be caught pining over Toshiro Hitsugaya. She was better than that.

Grabbing a wad of napkins, Karin returned to Toshiro and resisted the urge to dab at his well-muscled chest with them. Instead, she handed them to him before seeing the time. “Toshiro, this was great, but I really have to go, I’m late to my first shift!��

Toshiro had no chance to respond before the dark-haired beauty was gone and he was left still sopping wet with latte. Classic Kurosaki.

Karin barely managed to make pre-shift, sliding into the nurse’s station just as the charge nurse started giving everyone the basic rundown of how the shift would work.

Karin knew the brief layout of the hospital and how it worked from her few training shifts, but she wasn’t sure she was entirely ready to be thrown into a Christmas Eve shift just yet. Unfortunately, another nurse had come down with a nasty flu and Karin was forced to cover for her. Since Karin had never worked a Christmas or Christmas Eve shift before she had absolutely no idea what to expect.

She really hoped Christmas Eve wouldn’t be as insane as it was on Gray’s Anatomy.

After pre-shift ended Karin approached the charge nurse to let her know of her newbie status. She was a kind older woman named Yuki and Karin knew immediately she’d like her.

“Oh, don’t worry too much dear. Christmas Eve usually isn’t that busy, this is probably a good first shift for you to learn how we work here. But just to be safe I’m going to assign you to beds 6-12, they’re usually not as hectic as the trauma room. The doctor on tonight is also one of our best. I’m sure you’ll have no problems but if you need anything don’t hesitate to ask him. He’s very thorough in his work so I’m sure he’d be more than happy to help you learn the layout here.”

As Yuki finished speaking Karin spotted a messy head of silvery-white hair walking towards them and she quickly realized exactly who her ER doctor would be tonight. Just her luck.

“And speaking of, there he is. Karin, this is Dr. Hitsugaya and he’ll be the doctor in charge of the emergency room tonight.”

She could have kicked herself; she really should have put the pieces together. What was the likelihood she’d run into Toshiro at the coffee shop next to the hospital before her night shift randomly? Very slim.

“Hello again Karin.” He said with a small smirk, and she couldn’t help but notice the new green dress shirt he was wearing underneath his white coat brought out those piercing eyes of his. He was really so unfair.

“Toshiro.”

His eyebrow twitched; an annoyed reaction Karin was thrilled to evoke.

“Karin how many times do I have to tell you it’s Dr. Hitsugaya.”

“Oh, you two have already met then?” Yuki interrupted innocently.

Yes, yes, they had. She had an embarrassing schoolgirl crush on him, thought their weird sexual tension might lead somewhere only for him to leave after his residency never to be seen again. She was only a little bitter. But it was FINE.

“Yes, we used to work together at another hospital.” He smoothly replied and Karin was thankful he didn’t bring up her family and exactly which hospital they’d worked at. She didn’t want to be known as Kurosaki Junior again and he seemed to understand.

“Well, I hope we have a good shift Toshiro.”

His eyebrow twitched again, and she couldn’t help but feel pride at how she could drive him so crazy in such a short amount of time.

As it turned out Karin did have a pretty good shift with only a few hiccups. Thankfully, nothing too insane happened and as Yuki promised beds 6 to 12 were pretty relaxed. The most notable patient was a man who had smashed his hand through a fish tank.

Karin was forced to carefully tweeze out the glass while one half of his family yelled at him across the bed about his recklessness. From what she could gather the two sides of the family were arguing about some family recipe and it had led to an all-out brawl.

She was a little chagrined when the other half of the family arrived twenty minutes later with his cousin who had third degree burns from cooking said family recipe.

Overall Christmas Eve wasn’t that bad. Karin had learned about the hospital staff more than anything. Mostly that they were a bit crazy. At first Karin hadn’t immediately noticed the mistletoe pretty much EVERYWHERE in the hospital but the more she paid attention the worse it got. Every doorway, archway, hallway, and windowsill were covered in the plant. There was even some hanging off the light fixtures. She privately thought it was a terrible fire hazard but whatever.

After hours of encountering, it at every corner of the hospital during her shift she caved and asked what it was about on her lunch break. Matsumoto, an impressive veteran ER nurse whose only goal in life seemed to be to drive Toshiro insane, was more than happy to let her in on the hospital gossip.

Only for Karin to find out it was all over some ridiculous wager. Apparently, there was a longstanding bet in the hospital about who could catch a certain white-haired doctor under the mistletoe first.

In four years running, not one had ever been able to kiss him. Doctors, nurses, and X-ray techs alike had all tried their hand but to no avail. Not a single soul had ever gotten near him.

Karin couldn’t help feeling a little pleased about this. So, what if she still harboured a little crush on the man and was smug no one had snagged him yet? Who could blame her, he was hot.

It was widely believed Toshiro was some sort of ninja in his spare time because he’d never been spotted near the mistletoe which was an impressive feat seeing as how it covered every possible surface.

“So why does everyone want to kiss him so bad? Other than the bet of course?”

“Karin have you seen that man, who wouldn’t want to kiss a face like that?”

“Fair point.” She was willing to admit he was indeed a very fine specimen.

“So, who are you betting on this year Matsumoto?”

“You.” And with that ominous answer, Matsumoto winked, grabbed her empty tray and left the cafeteria.

Karin could only gape at her back.

The rest of her shift was just as relaxed as the beginning and for that Karin was thankful. Her mind was now completely filled with Matsumoto’s last words. What was she supposed to do with that? Why would she have a chance of winning that bet with Toshiro. Did Matsumoto know something she didn’t? Sure, they’d shared some heated looks at her old hospital and yeah, people usually told them to get a room whenever they argued but that didn’t mean he was interested in her right? She definitely would have known if Toshiro Hitsugaya, star ER doctor had a crush on her. Or would she?

It was these thoughts that occupied her mind as she put on her street clothes and exited the hospital for the night on complete autopilot. There was no way she could have missed her first love liking her back. No way. Or at least she really hoped not.

And it was these very same thoughts that caused her to make her way down the main stairs in a daze. As she turned onto the empty sidewalk right outside the hospital, she was so engrossed in her thoughts that she failed to notice the black ice covering the previously snowy sidewalk. She promptly slipped and fell onto the concrete and after that she really didn’t think of much at all.

Woozily looking up, Karin heard him muttering to himself, before her blurry vision became clear.

“Injured slipping on the sidewalk, trauma to the head, likely has a concussion.”

And then he looked up from her chart and finally noticed just who his patient was. “Karin, for fuck’s sake.”

“Hey Toshiro.” She awkwardly waved and after a moment added, “You know you have a terrible bedside manner.”

His eyebrow twitched, “It’s Dr. Hitsugaya.”

“Ya, Dr. Hitsugaya whatever, what’s my prognosis, can I go home? I want to go to bed.”

“Too bad. You’re not sleeping until I know your brain is fine or someone’s there to wake you up every two hours.”

Unfortunately, Karin’s list of people to monitor her for concussion symptoms was very short and consisted solely of Yuzu. Yuzu, who was also conveniently at her boyfriend’s for Christmas eve. Her brother and father were both working tonight and she was unsure when they’d be off. Toshiro seemed to sense this because he started to open his mouth, probably to suggest she stay at the hospital and she immediately cut him off.

“I am not staying at the hospital tonight so you can forget that.”

He gave her a withering look before responding.

“Karin, I can’t just release you and you know it. Stop being stubborn and just stay here.”

“No.”

There was a long-suffering sigh in response and then, “I guess it’s up to me to keep you entertained then.”

“Aren’t you the only ER doctor on right now? Don’t you have like other patients to deal with?” She asked defiantly, she would be going home to sleep even if it was the last thing she did. Which, it very well could be if her brain was seriously injured but she didn’t really want to worry about that.  

His eyebrow began to twitch again at this. “Yes, Karin but they’re all in stable condition for now and contrary to popular belief we’re not usually that busy on Christmas. Besides my shift is almost over anyways. I was just going to go chart for the last half hour.”

“So, I can go to sleep then?”

“No, you can nap on the couch in my office and I’ll wake you up and take you to Ichigo’s. Rukia should be home if he isn’t.”

She almost argued back but then she saw the infamous unimpressed look on his handsome face and knew not to bother. This was not an argument she would win.

“Whatever.”

Karin was momentarily confused when instead of responding Toshiro left the room, practically sprinting through the archway to avoid the mistletoe. She eased herself off the bed to follow and quickly became aware which parts of her body had taken the brunt of her fall: mainly her butt and her head. What a great Christmas eve this was shaping up to be.

She managed to settle herself just as Toshiro appeared around the corner rolling a wheelchair. “Toshiro, no.”

“Karin, yes.”

This conversation repeated several times before Toshiro simply took it upon himself to forcefully shove her into the wheelchair and Karin found herself being awkwardly wheeled down the hallway. Today was definitely not her day. She supposed having one of the most attractive doctors in the hospital dote on you wasn’t the worst thing to happen.

Toshiro’s office was exactly what she expected it to be like, overly organized and painted in different shades of grey and blue. He brought the wheelchair to a stop next to his predictably grey but very comfortable looking couch. He moved to help her to the couch, but she waved him off.

“I’ll be back I just have to go collect some paperwork. Take a nap and I’ll wake you when it’s time to leave.”

She didn’t need to be told twice, she had already maneuvered herself onto the plush couch and was ready to conk off. The last thing she saw before her eyes closed was his scowling face as he ripped a sprig of mistletoe out of the doorjamb.

She woke next to blaring hospital lights as she was once again wheeled down the hallway, this time towards the parking garage. “Do I want to know how you got me back into this wheelchair without waking me up?”

“With great difficulty Kurosaki and that’s all you need to know.”

“Yeah, I definitely don’t want to know. So, there’s no way I can convince you to just drop me off at my apartment, right?”

“Not unless I stay the night Karin and to be honest me sleeping on the couch in that situation is not how I had imagined that would play out.”

Was that flirting? That was definitely flirting but she wasn’t going to call him out on it. She didn’t have the presence of mind to verbally spar with him right now. But clearly her sleep deprived brain had other ideas.

“So, tell me Toshiro who do you think is going to win the hospital mistletoe bet this year?”

 Why did she bring that up????

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He replied easily as they arrived at his black BMW.

“Yes, you do, and quite frankly I’m impressed I’ve never seen someone literally somersault away from a group of nurses.”

He groaned as he courteously opened her door before helping her inside his of course perfectly clean car.

“Karin it’s not funny, it’s gotten to the point where I dread the Christmas season. I considered an extended leave of absence for the whole month of December.” His face as he started the car told he was 100% serious.

“Why don’t you just kiss someone then?” She asked as he started the car, making his way towards her brother’s apartment. His unenthusiastic grunt was her only response.

“You could even rig the betting pool; I’d bet Matsumoto would help you and you would make bank.”

“Of course, you’d suggest something like that Kurosaki.”

“Yeah, just so long as I’m in on it, I want a piece of the cut.”

This time she got an amused look in response instead of annoyance.

“No but for real just pick a cute nurse, give her a smooch and it’s all over. Four Decembers is a long time to deal with this.” Somehow, she managed to refrain from suggesting she herself be this cute nurse, but she was sure if he really wanted, he could figure it out.

“They usually start in November.”

“Even worse.”

The rest of the ride was spent in their usual amicable silence. A few times Karin almost nodded off but was pleasantly awoken by a swift smack in the arm each time. Stupid doctor Toshiro.

They arrived at her brother’s apartment soon enough and she nearly had to fight Toshiro so he wouldn’t go inside and apprise Rukia of the whole situation. “I may be tired but I’m not tired enough not to let Rukia know I probably have a concussion.”

“Could have fooled me.”

“Yeah, yeah. Anyways thanks for taking care of me, I owe you a favour.” She said as she dragged herself out of the warm car and around towards the building entrance. She was about to give one more wave when the driver’s side window rolled down and Toshiro beckoned her over.

“Can I collect on my favour now?”

She gave him what she was sure was a very confused look, what could he possibly want from concussion Karin at 4 am on Christmas morning?

She bent down closer to the window to ask him what the hell he could possibly want from her when suddenly her sleepy brain was made aware of the fact that Toshiro Hitsugaya was suddenly holding something above her head, and it was mistletoe. Her eyes went back and forth between him and the plant for several seconds before she finally spoke.

“Really this is your big move. I’ve been waiting for this since I was 21 stupid.”

“Whatever Kurosaki are you going to put me out of my misery or do I have to spend the next 4 Decembers avoiding this stupid plant again.”

He looked entirely too pleased with himself but really Karin could deal with it if she got to kiss one of the hottest ER doctors. Who could complain?

The next morning Matsumoto won the betting pool and was seen discreetly sharing her earnings with a certain white-haired doctor and his new girlfriend in the break room a few days later.

[austinpanda]

Dad Letter 110721

7 November, 2021

Dear Dad--

Good morning! As always, I am concerned that my letter will be too full of descriptions of boring things, but in fairness, that’s only because everything that’s happened to me in the past seven days has been exclusively unexciting...with a few minor aberrations! For example, since we are increasingly relying on the use of space heaters to stay warm, in our ongoing effort to reduce the very expensive electricity we use here during the winter, we try to use the central heat (which works wonderfully, but uses tons of electricity) only in the mornings when we’re waking up and getting dressed. The rest of the time, living room space heater, or bedroom space heater, depending on where we’re spending our time. Problem is, this makes the bathroom a forgotten arctic outpost for most of the day. The space heaters won’t reach into the bathroom.

My brilliant solution: they make little bitty heaters specifically for small spaces. One problem with space heaters is that they can trip the circuit breaker, because most of them draw the maximum power, which is 1500 thingies. (Amps?) But this wee guy that I just got for $20 on Amazon just draws 200 thingies, so it’s more economical. It’s about the size of a young kitten. It has exactly one control, the ON switch, which lights up in a most gratifying orange fashion. And it’s sitting on the toilet tank. When it’s coldest, in the morning, it blows life-savingly warm air on your back and neck and head. Needless to say, I feel like Isaac Newton, having figured this out. It’s these little victories that keep us going. Plus, I discovered it was a couple of bucks cheaper if I picked a blue one. Thanks, I guess?

I have erected (uh-huh-huh-huh) my fake Christmas tree. This takes more work than you might think, since the whole thing breaks down into three parts. But it begins, middles, and ends with the cats in mind. Everything has extra steps because I need to make sure the cats can’t pull the tree over, which would be bad, or nibble off and consume a bunch of glass Christmas lights, which would be worse. So the first thing I do is take my heavy wooden chess board, turn it upside down, and tape the tree base to the wooden slab with heavy packing tape. This gives enough stability that I feel safe, even on the occasions when Horta climbs up inside the tree. Horta is the cat that does ALL the destructive, tree-dishevelling, frustrating bullshit. She’s still less than two years old, so she’s still a ball of muscles and claws and curiosity and fearlessness. If she wants to see whether the Christmas lights have a pleasing mouth feel, she’s sure as shit going to find out. Therefore, I need to make sure I use only LED Christmas lights, the plastic ones that don’t heat up. Never mind that the light they give off frequently isn’t as pretty; it’s more important that they not be made into hors d'oeuvres by the stupid cat.

After a brief break (from writing this letter) I have now successfully festooned the Christmas tree with two strings of red LED lights, which I already had in my possession. Horta hasn’t destroyed or attempted to eat the lights yet, but only because she’s been asleep under a blanket on the sofa throughout the process. Life has taught me this bit of wisdom: When the cats are asleep is a good time to do things that the cats would otherwise make impossible with their curious claws and teeth. When he’s asleep is the only time when Sam will let me trim his claws.

After another brief break (no shit, to trim Sam’s claws) I am reviewing the last week for interesting occurrences. Aaaaand I’m coming up dry. Last week was truly a comfortable example of work, sleep, and repeat. I might have had difficulties getting my prescriptions refilled, but as it worked out, I had no problems! Sometimes our medical system seems to work, despite itself. And I’ve grown more convinced that the time is fast approaching when I’ll need a new used car. For years now, many cars that were generally nicer than those I could afford have come with a remote start option. You can hit a button on your key dongle and start the engine. You can see how lovely this would be on a weekday when it’s 0 degrees and windy out, and you still have 20 minutes of getting ready for work to do (and no garage). Start the car from inside the house, while the car is still locked, and the car can spend that time defrosting itself, enough that I can see through the windshield. I don’t care much about whether the car is warm on the inside, I just want to be able to see clearly enough to drive safely and not waste time sitting there idling. You can get an aftermarket remote starter for your car! It’s several hundred dollars, so I’d rather just make sure my next car has it. In the meantime, I’m attempting to formulate a way to make Zach, or one of the kitties, go do it for me.

By the way, if Horta the cat wakes up, sees the red Christmas lights, and attempts to start eating them, we’re just going to start putting a dab of Sriracha hot sauce on each little bulb. She won’t have to sample too many to get turned off forever.

Zach has taken the two big decorative pumpkins we were keeping in the living room and roasted them. He actually intends to turn pumpkins into food, which is just crazypants, if you ask me. But apparently, you just cut it into segments, roast it in the oven for an hour, the orange skin peels right off, and the yellow pumpkin guts are the part you want. That’s where the food is to be found. You whiz that in a food whizzer and (I assume) add 23 cups of sugar and a dash of vanilla, and there’s your pumpkin pie filling. He’s done all sorts of wacky shit with roasted pumpkin before, like making bisque, which is just a fancy way of having a pumpkin smoothie served in a bowl. It smells nice, at least. It’s making the whole trailer smell like a Thanksgiving feast.

Speaking of Thanksgiving, I’m not sure what our Thanksgiving plans are this year. I suppose what we desire most is to share a nice turkey day feast with plant scientist guy and his husband. If that doesn’t happen, then Zach and I will have to suffer the anguish of cooking a big Thanksgiving feast and having it all to ourselves. If that happens, we’ll probably donate a big portion of everything we cook to the next door neighbor, Clint, and his wife and cats. All that really matters, though, is that I’ll be able to build a Devil’s Tower of turkey, stuffing, potatoes, and cranberry sauce in my living room, and then spend the next 72 hours consuming it, before I have to return to work the following Sunday. As long as I now have my tree up, and I’m making Thanksgiving plans, I am now also awaiting our first snow. In my fantasy, the first snow will dump six feet over 8 hours (the hours when I’m supposed to be working will do) and the city will be crippled, and take a snow day. That is unlikely. The first snow is usually an insulting little pussy snow, not more than an inch.

I’ll let you know if any snow appears in our forecast by next week. So far, nada. C’mon sky, I am ready! All my love to you both!

[everything-is-by-design]

Fox!Lucifer (Lucifer Morningstar) & Reader Shipping Imagine

Gender neutral imagine. Chloe, Trixie, Ella, Linda, and Dan (However, he is mentioned) are not involved in this imagine for some reason. I have a weird obsession with the word ‘pretty’ when describing Lucifer. He’s honestly such a pretty boy, please excuse me. First time doing an imagine - hope y’all like it. I had fun with this.

-He's constantly flirting with you and trying to make you see how much you matter. You give him looks as if to say 'stop', but he doesn't.

-You go on about how much of an asshole God is, in which Lucifer praises you and you two bitch about it together over a glass of scotch.

-You constantly tell him how pretty he is and he gets this stupidly wide smile and looks at the ground in embarrassment.

-He returns the favour and says stuff like, "At least Dad made one thing right", "You know, if I wasn't the Morningstar, you'd be the brightest light in the sky."

-He'll play you songs on his piano at Lux, and you'll be a little shit and hit the keys every now and then to annoy him. He'll bat your hand away and go, "Dammit, let me be romantic!"

-You have a slight wing!kink and you always ask him to 'whip 'em out', in which he laughs and of course complies.

-You ask if you can touch his wings; he’s a little hesitant but agrees. You are entranced by the feeling of his feathers and you just preen the crap out of him. He never takes his eyes off of you and he makes little sounds of contentment and arousal. It becomes one of his favourite things and he often ‘whips ‘em out’ just for the sheer pleasure of seeing how excited you get and for the sensation he gets when you groom him. The look of lust in his eyes always pushes you over the edge and you have the best sex after you groom him.

-You get all cheesy and refer to him as your 'Light Bringer', 'Heaven's Prettiest Angel', 'Hell's Sassiest Devil', etc. His smile drives you up the wall.

-He's weirdly protective of you and when he knows you might be going somewhere risky, he enlists Maze or Amenadiel to follow you around. Of course, when you find out, you tell him that it's not necessary. But he insists, so you make a deal that every time you catch one of his lackies, he has to make it up to you in a very 'special' way...if you catch my drift.

-He'll get you to see the 'majesty' of life which is basically all the variations of drugs and sex and how they correlate with each other.

-He seems to know when you're feeling extra low and shows up to your place with a plethora of junk food and movies and then you both point out continuity and production errors and how stupid the characters are, "Why is she running upstairs and not out of the house? No wonder she's going to die."

-You talk with Maze about how to enact the perfect revenge on your enemies, and you and Amenadiel have staring contests - Lucifer gets all huffy when he sees how emotionless you can be and whacks his brother on the back of the head for 'encouraging you'.

-Amenadiel sees how happy you make Lucifer and vows to always protect you. You’re somehow able to make him smile, which always astounds Lucifer and Mazikeen. Maze leans over to Lucifer, “I haven’t seen this much expression on Amenadiel’s face since I suggested that your Mom was hooking up with Dan.” Lucifer grimaces, “Oh, come now Maze. I don’t need that image re-inserted into my brain.”

-You cuddle; Lucifer is awkward about it at first because he's not used to people wanting to be that intimate with him without sex.

-You put on a devil costume for Halloween and he just glares at you, "You know, that's really insulting. I look nothing like that." And you point at the horn headband on your head and reply with, "I think it's accurate, you're quite horny." Laughter ensues from Lucifer and he takes off the horns and throws them away and goes, “I’ll show you horny, love.”

-You call him 'Luce' or 'Luci' to which he asks why you can't say his whole name, and you say that you're lazy, but it's really because if you annoy him enough he'll pounce and...boom boom boom boom.

-Maze teaches you martial arts; when you show up to the penthouse covered in bruises, Lucifer freaks out and demands to know who is responsible. You wave him off and he makes sure to kiss every single bruise…which of course leads to other things.

-He has an oral fixation, and absolutely love the way your mouth feels on him. Of course, he returns the favour and worships your sex with his mouth until you can’t walk the next day. You laugh at the phrase, “I don’t have sex with Satan, but he does do that thing I like with his tongue.”

-You ask to see his devil face. He is hesitant, thinking he’ll scare you away. You insist and he agrees. He turns away, shameful for the first time after seeing your eyes go a bit wide. You grab onto his face and kiss him, proclaiming that you will love him no matter what. Soft, sensual sex occurs shortly after.

-Angel sex drive. All the time. You’re frequently fatigued. Lucifer notices, “Do you want to stop?” You appreciate the offer but always decline, “Never.” “Are you sure—?” “Lucifer, I swear to your Dad, if you stop I will smack you.” In which an impish and mischievous grin sneaks across the devil’s face.

-Bad sexting. He speaks to you almost exclusively in emojis when he’s sexting. You need a decoder most of the time. He likes to send the eggplant emoji followed by the little evil grinning devil emoji. The line-up doesn’t really make sense and you usually end up calling him and asking what the heck he’s trying to say. He comes over and shows you instead. Which is obviously much better. You eventually catch onto his emojis, but you prefer to pretend to be confused so he’ll ‘show’ you what he means.

-Lucifer teases you all the time, which results in you being in heat every time you see him. He whispers naughty things into your ear. His hand on your inner thigh under the table. Even going so far as to caress you through your pants. You have to excuse yourself, and you drag him away and fuck his brains out.

-You catch yourself when you say ‘oh my god’, by covering your mouth with your hand and apologizing. Lucifer smirks, “You know, I’m going to have to punish you for that.” “Bring it on.” Kinky sex ensues.

-When you’re out shopping, the cashier asks you if you’d like to donate a dollar to a charity. You agree but ask if you can donate five dollars instead. Lucifer smiles sideways at you, you do this every time and you don’t make a lot of money. He thinks it’s admirable and donates too.

-You’re completely mesmerized by him in every way and he catches you staring at him all the time. “I can feel your eyes on me, love.” “I can’t help it, you’re so pretty.” “Pretty?” “Yes, the prettiest angel in heaven.” Lucifer blushes like an idiot and his wings pop out as a result.

-He’s bloody obsessed with you in general and showers you with affection and presents. “Lucifer, stop buying me things.” “Doubtful, love.”

[handstitchedcircuitboards]

19 except post them all

19. What’s your favorite character headcanon?

lmao okay here’s a sampling in no particular order of headcanons I have that haven’t been worked into anything else:

Hanzo can’t cook to save his life. Like, literally, if he were starving and only had raw food, it’s a tossup whether he would manage to convert all the calories into carbon or get food poisoning from failing to heat it enough. Or somehow, both. He thinks he did both once.

Jesse, on the other hand, can digest anything. Genji swears Jesse can eat the wrappers on rest stop burritos to no ill effect. (That was one time, it was only half the wrapper, and it was dark, and Jesse thought he’d gotten it all off.) He has the eating habits of a particularly undiscerning goat that lives in a dumpster behind a frat at a third tier public college. Angela thinks the only reason he doesn’t have scurvy is because he somehow produces his own vitamin C, and she does, in point of fact, intend to study his cadaver.

Ana and Gabe simultaneously, and entirely independently, texted Jack that they were keeping Jesse hours after his arrest. Jack is incensed, because his work wife and boyfriend decided to adopt a scruffy criminal without him.

No one, not Sam, not Ana, no one person, was more excited about Ana’s pregnancy than Jack. Jack cried when Ana told him, insisted on throwing her a baby shower, and was generally underfoot the entire time. Jack absolutely bawled his eyes out when newborn Fareeha curled her pudgy fingers around his pointer finger, and Gabe had to (very gently) wrangle Fareeha back to her parents. Fareeha had a bassinet in Jack’s office, and never wanted for babysitters.

Reinhardt, with extreme gusto, told Fareeha every single one of those horrifying German fairy tails. She went through a period when she was four where she threatened to cut the thumbs off of everyone she met, gleefully chasing after people with her pointer and middle fingers miming scissors.

Fareeha and Jesse are usually teasing and bickering, but when they decide to work together, it’s absolutely terrifying. They almost seem to have that twin telepathy. Ana had some spectacular birthday and Mother’s Day presents.

Jesse teaches Hana all sorts of trashy life skills–lock picking, how to open beer bottles with disposable lighters, how to do a burn out on his motorcycle. Crushing empty beer cans on her head is a crowd favorite.

Jesse will absolutely not smoke near Fareeha. Ana told him off once and he never did it again. Ever. He will still put out his smokes when Fareeha’s close.

Jesse very occasionally chews dip when he needs the nicotine and can’t light up, but he tries to avoid it. He still keeps a can in his bug out bag for emergencies. Hanzo can’t stand it, and absolutely won’t kiss Jesse when he’s chewed until he’s brushed his teeth several times. 

Jesse started smoking in Blackwatch. The stimulants they used for multi-day ops can cause paranoia and anxiety, but nicotine takes the edge off. Gabe hated it, but he couldn’t make himself tell Jesse off when he let the rest of his agents do it, and he couldn’t risk Jesse getting himself or someone else killed when he was exhausted.

Gabe felt like he was always choosing between bad and worse. Especially near the end.

Hanzo, had his life gone very differently, would have loved to study physics.

Even though Jesse thinks of Ana as a kind of second mother, he always addressed her by her rank, because his mama taught him to be respectful. He could say Captain Amari with all the warmth and adoration of a child saying mommy.

Jesse can also curl Sir into a mortal insult, because his step-dad was one of those assholes who insisted children call him sir. Until Gabe, he had no men in his life who he respected or who treated him with any kind of dignity. He almost exclusively called Gabe Jefe or Boss.

Genji and Fareeha are terrible at comforting their respective brothers, but weirdly good at comforting each other’s brothers. Fareeha is not afraid to give Hanzo the unadulterated truth as she sees it, and their lack of baggage makes it easier for him to communicate with her. Genji and Jesse are just always on the same wavelength, and deal with shit in similar ways.

Okay that’s not all but that’s a lot of my favorites.