#EMT Training New York

[fox-poke-fanatic]

Random fun fact about me: I actually have EMT training. I took a course when I was 17 and passed the certification exam.

[hiiikiko]

𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓!𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

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[a/n]: hi! i hope you’ll all accept this, i hv work today n i’ll be workin until like 9 p.m but i’ll make sure to write tmrw !! n ty for all the likes on this series ♡

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♰ before ellie got bitten, she wore glasses but after she didn’t need them anymore. she still wears them with the lenses popped out though because she thinks she looks weird without them, although she doesn’t wear them at school that often

♰ when she gets in a fight with tommy or maria, she sneaks out her window and finds a nice quiet roof to sit and listen to music, sometimes smoke but she’s cut back since her vigilante career began

♰ she has backpacks hidden all over the city so she can make a quick change. there’s one at school, the library, oscorp labs, the planetarium, and your apartment

♰ she knows you can handle yourself but that doesn’t stop her from following you home, like, come on! new york city is pretty dangerous and don’t you like having your very own vigilante??

♰ might be a little stalkerish but she sometimes hangs out on the roof of the building across your apartment building so she can watch you go about your evening, she doesn’t mean to do it but somehow she always ends up there

♰ she carries pepper spray even though she has literal superpowers

♰ she’s trained her spider sense to be even more heightened so that she can fight with her airpods in

♰ she has a playlist for fighting bad guys

♰ even though she’s city renowned spiderman, she still helps the elderly cross the street and help cats out of trees (she’s a little hesistant to help the cats because of how hard it is to mend scratches on her suits fabric)

♰ she owns a spiderman figurine like what did you expect? she’s a fan girl of the avengers, she owns all their figurines and they are in mint condition so why wouldn’t she own her own?? like that has to be the coolest thing to her

♰ concert tickets are expensive so sometimes she uses her powers for “bad” and sneaks into venues (she says it’s anti capitalist but really, she’s just being cheap)

♰ she has nightmares about turning into a real spider, kinda like franz kafka (she actually read this book in freshman lit and it scarred her)

♰ another one of her biggest fears is like what if she’s having sex with someone and she’s fingering them and her webs somehow shoot up into them?? like how do you explain that to a doctor?? this keeps her up at night

♰ seeing you in spiderman merch makes the tips of her ears go red and her heart race

♰ she cringes whenever she sees spiderman edits on her fyp

♰ onlyfans ppl who make content in her suit kinda scare her LMAO

♰ she actually doesn’t mind that everyone assumes spidey is a man, it helps her hide her identity but it kinda pisses her off that people can’t tell she’s a girl?? like do you not see the boobs . (her suit actually flattens her and all the protection gear inside gives her a pretty boxy figure so you can’t really tell)

♰ she has a hate/love relationship with her webs because on one hand she’s scared of touching people and on the other, she likes that she can ‘glue’ her camera to her hands when she’s on more dangerous photo ops and that she doesn’t have to get up from her bed to get her guitar (although, one time she hit herself in the face because she didn’t get it fast enough)

♰ ellie’s a different type of spiderman.. she’s actually very violent! especially against criminals who hurt others just for fun, she’ll beat them to a bloody pulp and leave them their for the ambulance to find (she leaves a note apologizing to the emts and sheriff, but it’s not like she killed them! nobody thinks that spiderman could do this so they assume there’s another vigilante out there, a more violent one *ahem* deadpool)

♰ she met deadpool once.. never again

♰ much like her infected bite from the game, her spider bite has caused cobwebs to grow in her veins

[girlactionfigure]

Daniel Lewin and Mohammad Hamdani were two 9/11 heroes with very different stories.

Known as Danny by his friends, Lewin was the first person to die in the terrorist attacks, sixteen years ago today.

Danny was a passenger on American Airlines Flight 11 and an Israeli-American veteran of an elite IDF combat unit. He was trained in counter-terrorism and spoke fluent Arabic.

Investigators pieced together that Danny heard the terrorists plotting in Arabic and tried to stop the hijacking. He was stabbed to death by Saudi law student Satam al-Suqami.

Born and raised in Denver, Colorado, Danny emigrated to Israel with his family as a teenager. As a newcomer, he could have skipped his military service, but chose instead to serve and work his way up to the toughest unit in the IDF. He later became a successful internet entrepreneur.

Only 31 when he died, Danny had already made his mark on the world.

Mohammad Hamdani was a first responder who died at the World Trade Center on 9/11.

Mohammad immigrated with his family from Pakistan when he was a year old and grew up in Queens, NY. He played football for Bayside High. Hard-working and ambitious, Mohammad became an EMT and then a police cadet. He also applied to medical school, and in September 2001 he was waiting to hear if he’d been accepted. 

On the morning of 9/11, Mohammad was taking an elevated subway on his way to work when he saw smoke coming from the twin towers. He got off the train and rushed to the World Trade Center to help. Mohammad was never seen alive again. He was only 23 years old.

At first Mohammad was listed as missing. Because of his Muslim background and lack of connection to the World Trade Center, he came under suspicion of being involved in the attack. The cloud over his name did not lift until his remains were found at Ground Zero in October 2001, along with his medical bag and ID. 

Mohammad Hamdani was buried with full honors from the the New York Police Department, and proclaimed a hero by the city’s police commissioner. He is mentioned in the Patriot Act as an example of Muslim-American valor on 9/11. 

May the memories of these two righteous young men always be for a blessing.

Accidental Talmudist

[chaosandmarigolds]

Could we see a "Beauty and the Beast"-style plot, where the protagonist is a sweet new doctor at the base, and Simon falls in love with her for her kindness? And everyone else at the base is just stunned by the performances she gives to her and no one else.

(I WANT TO WRITE I WANT TO WRITE IT BUT I NO HAVE TIME-)

Anyway, so this will be in the same lil format as Eek has been in- short lil segments whenever I get time to bc I HAVE PLOT and I’m just too busy to sit down and write a whole whooping 20,000 word story so instead-

As an EMT I feel qualified to write a medic (kinda sorta) but all the same, if I mess something up that’s my bad yall, I’m just dumb

Let’s begin!

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“And any medical history I should know about?” He stared down at you, almost bewildered by the standard question you had probably been trained to ask for years. He didn’t want to have to call ems however since Johnny had been an idiot and crashed the car they didn’t get much choice, he had patiently waited with his slightly bruised arm and a cigarette. Since the accident was so close to base they had just dispatched the medic team. What he didn’t expect was you, bright eyed even thought is was early morn and your voice oh so soft.

“nothin that’s not on ma file.”

you hum to the answer and warm your stethoscope back around your neck, as the answer wasn’t exactly wrong, as you were very well accustomed with all of their fields. You nod, “I’m just gonna give you a quick little assessment, will you tell me if it hurts anywhere?”

Simon nods to that, straightening his posture as you stand, blue latex gloves feeling down his spine and quickly frisking his legs before going back to his arm. Your touch was gentle, experienced- he respected that.

“Okie dokey,” you mumbles and then kneel back down, looking at your bag and then back to the man, “I’ll give you some meds and splint when we back base. Is there anything buggin ya?”

he then nods, “Yes there is.”

to that you immediately look up from your bag, waiting for what he was going to say.

“When did you start?”

“I was transferred from New York about a week ago, it’s so pretty. Anyway! Let’s get you to the ambulance, would you like to get me the stretcher?”

“no no, Johnny need it more.”

you let out a little laugh to that comment, as it was a good joke taking how Johnny was very dramatically playing up the minor laceration on his forehead. “Perhaps so, Lieutenant, however you are my patient so you are my priority- please, how can I help you?” You smile at the end, a sweet gleam in your eyes and genuine intention shining.

If his pupils weren’t already dilated they were then, if he wasn’t already tachycardic he would be then, if he could induce psychogenic shock just to make sure you wouldn’t leave his side he might just do so. He certain…he was certain within that moment you would be the death of him.

(Um….yeah, I’m eepy, but!!! This had been brewing for so long and I felt bad so I’m so sorry!! I hope this is kinda what you were looking for! Toodles!)

[endless-ineffabilities]

find me a guy who went to both Yale and Harvard, earned a JD-MBA, passed the New York State bar exam, studied Japanese history, trained and worked as an EMT, worked as an editor-in-chief and is now a political journalist/correspondent, founded a nonprofit while still in the eighth grade, performed stand-up comedy, is passionate about public service/upholding civil rights/environmental advocacy, champions the Democratic Party, is a water sports enthusiast, and who generally does not give a fuck about what dissenters say about him on the internet...

...and maybe I can get over Jack Schlossberg.

[psychospore]

A Second Chance

This has been sitting in my WIP pile for a while but I've finally finished writing this!

I do hope you enjoy the sequel to In Another Life inspired by @just-someone11 comment

Ok listen i knew it would be angst. I pushed back reading this knowing it would be angst but still :((((((. wonderfully written and if you find the inspiration maybe you could write Loki meeting y/n in the new life? Idk maybe as tom and yn.....oh oh oh or after Loki dies, so more reuniting in the afterlife

If you like more, check out my Masterlist

Summary: An alternate life brings you and Loki together, along with it is the realization that whatever timeline you may be - you are both connected to each other

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, fluff, multiverse stuff,

You've always hated winter - maybe it's the numbing cold that you had to endure every time you have to go out or the fact that everything around you is devoid of color because of the accumulating snow.

This time around, you despised it because you had to walk home into the blizzard under heavy layers of clothing after covering an extra shift for your co-worker who caught the flu in this weather.

You buried your hands inside the fluffy pockets of your coat and hid your face under your scarf to shield you.

Loki and Thor ran through the snow-covered streets of New York chasing after the remaining HYDRA super soldier that stole a rune dagger made from the stinger of a creature from Jotunheim. The same creature in the stories guards the powerful orb. Both are directly connected to each other and have the ability to link the minds of the person's variants, accessing the past, present, and future of one's self in different multiverses. HYDRA was supposed to use the dagger to learn how to unlock this knowledge on Earth, as everything connected to it has been long lost in Asgard. The soldier was almost successful in getting away after fending off Thor and Loki by spreading nerve gas and creating chaos along the way.

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As you were lost in your thoughts, you noticed people around you starting to scramble and run away. You tried assessing the situation and noticed that a super soldier was headed in your direction. You made sure that the people were safe before stepping in and blocking the super soldier. He triggered an unpleasant piece of memory you tried to bury deep in your subconscious.

He ran straight at you, but you were able to use his momentum to throw him straight to the ground and drop an axe kick to his gut before punching him square in the face for good measure, knocking him senseless with a few broken bones.

Before starting your new life as an EMT in New York, you were secretly trained to become an assassin for years by your HYDRA captors after they discovered you were frozen in a lake in Antarctica. You exhibited great fighting skills, exceeding super soldiers even without using the serum, despite lacking any hint of memory prior to being captured. They tried experimenting on you way too many times to discover what you are or where you're from—the best they could come up with was that you were not from Earth.

You were staring down at the unconscious soldier beneath you when your scarf flew away. You scrambled to catch it, but someone got to it first. You looked at the person, and your heart pounded like a battering ram against your chest. You took the scarf and meekly said thanks, but your eyes were locked against each other.

For years, you were their best hit person, until one night you were tasked with dispatching the scientist who's been taking care of you since you arrived at the facility, as she was discovered to be a spy for SHIELD. In her dying breath, she urged you to discover who you truly were and not what HYDRA just wanted you to be. It made you run away to start a new life and be who you are now. Maybe in this new life, you could save lives instead of taking them away.

"Isn't that…" Thor whispered to Loki.

"Y/N?" Loki said as he looked at you intently, etching your very being in his mind.

"Oh no, I'm not y/n. You must have gotten the wrong person."

Nobody had ever called you y/n before but it felt like it always has when Loki says it. It felt like your name was y/n all this time, despite this being your first time hearing it. Was it even the first time?

You got lost in your thoughts when a familiar, searing heat ran through your back. Thor was quick to disarm the now-conscious soldier when he found out he used the rune dagger to stab you. Loki caught you in his arms before you started convulsing.

Memories of all of yourselves flashed before your eyes—what was, what is, and what will be all flashing before you, even your lost memory. You saw the timeline where both you and Loki died after you tried obtaining the orb by Odin's orders. You saw how you fought and defeated the creature in a different universe, with you dying before Loki could get to you and him dying in grief because of your death, encased in permafrost in Jotunheim.

There was also a brighter alternate reality where Loki was a famous actor going by the name of Tom, and there was you—a young scientist working at his grandfather's company. You caught his eye when he came there for a visit, and everything started when he invited you for a cup of coffee. You ended up marrying him and having a daughter together. It was perfect how you welcome him with a kiss every time he comes home from work and your daughter rushes to be carried in her father's arms.

You saw your own past in this universe before you arrived on Earth, Loki was about to confess his love for you when you arrived from one of your battles, and you were about to too, but Odin did not like that, so before you both could, he sent you away to obtain the orb in exchange for his blessing.

In this timeline, Loki thought you knew about his intention and you decided to run away, so he did not pursue you any further, but the reality was that, instead of facing the creature, Laufey found you first and fought against you. Your prowess and resilience made him admire you as a warrior. Instead of killing you, he ended up wiping all of your memory using the orb and banishing you to Midgard, where you were encased in permafrost, which HYDRA discovered.

It felt like forever processing everything all at once, but Loki held you tightly in his arms to protect you from hurting yourself as tears flooded your eyes. You passed out in his arms shortly after. One thing is for sure, in every timeline - you are connected to Loki by the red string of fate.

"What do you intend to do, brother, with the dagger and with her?" Thor asked, handing him the dagger and glancing at you.

Loki took the dagger and used his seidr to vanish it away. "We need to get to the bottom of this. But for now, I need to protect y/n, more than ever. I can't bear to lose her again, brother. We are bringing her to the tower for now; then we must head to Asgard." He spoke as he looked at you. He tucked in the stray hair covering your face behind your ears to take a closer look—you are indeed his y/n, the love of his life.

There are a million things running through his mind right now, but seeing you, he knew he had found a part of him that he tried to lock away when you were gone, a part that loved you and connected both of you against time, space, and all of the multiverse. He swore secretly to himself that he wouldn't lose you again—not in this timeline at least.

[alientitty]

everyone in new york take the MTA customer survey and say no we don't want more killer cops in our stations harassing people. use the tax money to run more trains and call someone useful like EMTs

[junoinouterspace]

what are naomi & juno like personality wise? do they have any hobbies?

I think I'll let @peach-moths answer about Naomi, seeing as she belongs to them and I trust them to describe her much better than I can.

However I can talk about Juno for hours :3c

Juno is reserved/socially awkward but still rather opinionated, whether it be due to her autism or her Catholic upbringing. She keeps to herself for the most part but can drop a mean diss when she wants to. Raised as an only child by a single mother in Washington Heights, NY, she is rather independent and tends to be more of a people pleaser with a need to be the very best at every thing she does. Growing up as an only child and a dissolution of marriage between her parents makes her dream of having a large happy family of her own some day.

Juno really loves medical science (mother is a nurse, father was an EMT/paramedic) and astrophysics! She also has a pet cat named Canelo, and she loves to rollerblade (she rollerblades to work when the weather is nice, and otherwise takes the train. She does not know how to drive.)

Juno is another unfortunate victim of the mutagen bombings in New York, having been mutated after her second year of college. She is a mutant borzoi! (Fun fact: borzois are my favorite breed of dog) She begins working at East-Laird Primary school the same year as Mikey, having turned down multiple offers from Naomi until she was absolutely desperate for an income after her position at the previous school she worked for became compromised due to her mutant status.

[angelodamiano]

Oh, is that ANGELO D'AMIANO? I heard the TWENTY-SIX year old is RESOURCEFUL. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also ANXIOUS. Makes sense seeing how they are a DIRTY civilian allied with THE SERPENTS who works as a PARAMEDIC.

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full name: angelo dante d'amiano

nicknames: leo, doc, angel

faceclaim:  froy gutierrez

birthdate: june 21st

alliance: serpents/the founding families

gender: cis man

pronouns: he/him

occupation: paramedic (emt)

hometown: manhattan, new york.

sexual orientation: bisexual disaster

relationship status: single

height: 5"11

red and blue flashing lights, the burn in your eyes before tears well over, amaretto sour, a tremor in your hand that never quite goes away, biting your lip until it bleeds, the softest cashmere sweater you can imagine, the stillness of the world the moment you take the first step into fresh snow, a silver chain dangling from your lover's neck against your chest, overlapping chatter in italian, espresso and a cigarette for breakfast on the fire escape, the stinging bite of stitches, someone falling asleep on your shoulder on a long car ride.

(tldr angelo is a bastard d'amiano who is basically carmy from the bear. youngestish sibling baby vibes, my man has an anxiety disorder FAMILIA, he can't do organized crime! but then he works as an emt because he can only thrive if he's constantly anxious ✨ is trying to stay out of The Life but can't stop giving free under the table medical care 😭 )

leo had childhood cancer and still needs an inhaler. perfectly healthy now but this lead to him needing extra care and coddling when he was small. people never really expected much from little angelo, he just needed to focus on getting better. because of being in and out of hospital he deals with a pretty minor case of contamination ocd that he's worked on since he was a teenager.

mama and papa d'amiano had a fairytale italia love story from his perspective, slow dancing to dean martin after dinner and making the kids gag. this was before they found out that angelo was their half-sibling, a result of infidelity and shattered the illusion.

doesn't talk about his parents at all, can't because he instantly chokes up.

leo had brains, that much was clear to see as he started running with the family business he showed a quick mind for logistics, details and solving problems in a pinch, he could macgyver their way through most situations. earning slaps on the back as he earned respect for his actions not just his blood.

though, he mostly remembers this as gi describes it back to him.

as he rode the adrenaline down from a job well done he'd spiral into anxiety attacks that made him sick and eventually start blacking out with their intensity. his heart would race, hands, knees shaking but instead of gasping loudly for air he'd withdraw to some place far inside and go deathly silent. as the world caved in around him and his pulse roared in his ears and the static overtook his vision, he wondered how long he could keep going like this.

someone very important in his life [wanted connection] talked him around to mostly leaving the life behind, worried he was going to get seriously sick from the stress. he tried to go into a less practical more academia-focused field but the quiet nearly drove him insane. he had tried to abruptly draw himself out of the never ending bustle of that life but learned quickly that he had no idea who he was without it. the stress is why he liked it so much.

leo is a classically trained pianist who got into juilliard but realized that performing live would put his life and his family in unnecessary danger so quietly declined. teaches ice skating at the weekends in a nearby rink, as he used to play hockey as a teenager.

angelo attempted to join the army medics but his asthma discounted him from active duty. changed gears into pre-med but once again after four years the stress was nearly overwhelming. leo now rides manhattan's streets and area hospitals in an ambulance: as long as other people were panicking or needing him he could remain totally calm. has a surprisingly incredible bedside manner for someone known to be sarcastic as hell and highly strung.

very often gets pulled into doing emergency surgery in the back of a truck with nothing but a hello kitty flashlight in his mouth and a dream. okay, the serpents mostly make it to facilities but things happen. won't tell his family but he pretty much patches up anyone if he stumbles across them in need. is mostly 'out' of the game but really he's always got one toe over the line back in.

doesn't know how to cook for himself and never will. think of robert pattinson microwaving tin foil pasta. is it wilful incompetence? or is he just that kind of rich kid? he's italian enough to know what good food tastes like. i guess we'll never know. likes to throw himself dramatically over furniture like an 1800s novel heroine and sigh pathetically until someone brings him coffee in the morning. doesn't know how to drive, obviously.

angelo has never worn a matching pair of socks in his entire life and can fall asleep anywhere. always cold, probably wearing a scarf rn. doesn't take care of himself properly, 'wdym gi? i know tons of people who cry every day'.

lives in a shitty little apartment in brooklyn, the price of trying to remain self-sufficient with his nose clean. has insomnia and works way too much, hates being alone in his apartment even though he wanted independence so badly?

self-conscious and prideful in equal measure, a little sheltered and naive in ways but also speaks five languages fluently. can be spiky, cranky with a sharp tongue to hide his anxiety and a bit of a cry-baby brat to be honest. craves and hates attention at the same time.

[dynamic-power]

The Happiness We Deserve

Chapter 6

Read it here on ao3

Rated E

Words: 2.3k (10.5k total)

CW: mention of past abuse

Ian comes by for drinks

Start from the beginning here

“Hi, Mickey.” 

Mickey stepped aside and waved Ian into his apartment. “Hey.”

Ian held up a six pack of Old Style with a grin. “Like old times, yeah?”

Mickey laughed and took the beers, shutting his front door and moving past Ian to head towards his kitchen. “Old times?” Mickey asked as he opened his fridge and added the six bottles to the other half dozen already filling his top shelf. He pulled out two of the older ones and kicked the fridge shut. “This is every Wednesday night for me.”

Ian hummed. “Doug’s got me drinking fancy shit,” he said as Mickey popped the caps off both bottles in quick succession. He took one, taking a long pull. 

“Sorry, I should have asked-” Mickey realized belatedly. 

Ian waved him off, understanding immediately what Mickey was talking about. “It’s fine. All things in moderation, and all that shit. I’ve been on my current shit for years now. I’m still a lightweight, but alcohol doesn’t screw with anything anymore.”

“Right,” Mickey said, taking a sip of his own beer. “Well come on, I wanna hear about the shit you get up to in New York.”

They settled on either end of Mickey’s couch. Mickey laughed as Ian toed off his shoes and folded his tall frame so he could sit sideways, back to the armrest and feet shoved between the couch cushions. Mickey propped his feet on his coffee table and marveled at the surreal feeling of it all. Being around Ian made sense to him, and being here in his own home made sense, too, but something about the two things coming together, having a friend from his youth in the space he’d made his as an adult, was a little odd. 

“Right. Well. How much have you already been told?” Ian asked, shifting in his seat and settling his bright gaze on Mickey. 

“Nothing. I showed up on your brother’s doorstep a few years ago and he said you’d gone. Then, you showed up again. Haven’t heard anything other than that.”

“Right,” Ian said, sighing and scratching at his jaw. “Well. You went to prison. And I was…” he trailed off for a moment. Mickey recognized that Ian was nervous as he dug his toes into the couch and squirmed and looked away from Mickey again. 

“You don’t have to tell me any shit you don’t wanna,” Mickey said. “Life’s been rough, and I get that. I just wanna know how you’ve been, man.”

Ian smiled, but it didn’t meet his eyes. “I know. I know, I just- I feel like I owe you an explanation. Or some shit like that.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“I know.” Ian paused again and took a few more sips of his beer before leaning over to set his bottle on the coffee table. “But I want to tell you. I wasn’t in a good place. You know that. I was sick. I got real low, Mick, but eventually the meds started to pick me up again. At least enough that I felt like I could reach out the way I needed to. In the middle of all of that, I ended up saving someone in an accident and made friends with some firefighters, and was encouraged to become an EMT. To be perfectly honest, there isn’t much I remember about the time between you getting locked up and me winding up in EMT training. My brain still has a lot of that on lock down.” He chuckles but there isn’t much humor in the sound. 

“Yeah, makes sense,” Mickey says, because it does. There’s plenty his own brain still hasn’t been able to completely unpack from his own past. “What led you to New York?”

“Well, I started working as an EMT here in Chicago. Did it for, fuck, two years, I think?” Ian rubs at his jaw again. “Loved it. Still do, ya know? Wouldn’t be doing it otherwise. At first, I thought the whole bipolar diagnosis was going to get in the way, but my boss, she, uh, vouched for me. Ensured that I could keep my job. I owe her everything, really. 

“Anyway, couple years driving around Chicago, and I was desperate for something new. So I just- I left. I packed my shit in a couple bags and took what little savings I had and took off. Hopped on a plane to California.”

“California?”

“Not the good parts, not like Mandy,” Ian said with a grin. “The ticket I could reasonably afford landed me in Sacramento. Middle of California. Too far north for good beaches, too far south for real mountain views.” Ian reaches for his beer again, taking another few swallows. “I kinda miss it, actually. I ended up in this shitty little studio apartment on the north side of the city. North doesn’t mean nice out there. It was like living southside all over again. I got a job as an EMT, thanks again to my boss in Chicago, and was encouraged by my team out there to train as a paramedic.

“I stayed there for six years. Moved around a little. By the end, I was renting this nice little house in the suburbs. It wasn’t perfect, exactly. Even when my meds are as balanced as they can be, I still have highs and lows. I think I experienced my worst high while I was there. Apparently, I have a thing for stealing vehicles. Ended up manic, stole an ambulance. I was halfway to Fresno before I gave myself up. I’m actually kinda surprised you guys didn’t hear about that all the way over here; it was a pretty big deal in Cali. Paramedic loses his shit, goes nuts, all that crap. Ended up doing time in another facility. They wanted to keep me for 72 hours, but I ended up staying nearly two weeks. Mostly ‘cause the mania was settled, I slipped in the other direction. Went real low again. When I was released, I was sacked from my job. Not a surprise, really, but a real blow anyway. Two weeks later, I was packing my shit again. 

“See, I’ve got this friend, Crystal. I met her in group therapy not long after I got to Cali, and she and I became friends pretty quickly. She’s like me. So she gets it. She’s been my support for the last… fuck, ten years? She was there for me when I got out. But she’d been planning on moving. I’d thought about going with her, but me losing my job was the real nail in the coffin. Or, not really a coffin, actually, ‘cause going with her was a great idea. We left three weeks after I got out. Landed in a shared apartment in Brooklyn. That’s where I still live. Crystal has gotten married since then, so she lives with her husband in Jersey, but I’m still in New York.”

Mickey listened and sipped his beer as Ian talked, taking in every detail that he could. When Ian finished, he settled back again, reaching out with one of his feet to poke at Mickey’s thigh. 

“What about you?”

“Did time,” Mickey grunted, still trying to imagine Ian and his pale ass living anywhere in California. “Got out. Ended up in contact with your family again.”

“Seems like more than just ‘in contact’,” Ian said with a grin. “My nieces and nephews have no clue who I am and call you Uncle Mick.”

“S’what happens when you fuck off,” Mickey said, hoping to come across teasing rather than accusing. He was successful, if Ian’s chuckle meant anything. “Yeah, okay, so maybe your family and I are pretty close. I showed up on Lip’s doorstep and he took me in.”

“Like a stray cat.”

“You gonna interrupt me every other word, or can I tell you my story?”

Ian continued to smile around the mouth of his bottle. 

“Right. Landed on his porch.” He doesn’t mention why he’d been there in the first place, but then he doesn’t think he really needs to. “He invited me in. And then invited me back. About six months later, V and Kev mentioned wantin’ t’sell the bar and move. Carl was between jobs, and I was working security, so we did some talkin’. We ended up buying it from them for way less than it was worth. The rest is fuckin’ history, I guess.”

“I’m glad,” Ian said when Mickey paused for more than a few seconds, “that you went to the house. I know Lip is, too. You two seem close.”

“We are,” Mickey said. “Carl and I are, too, of course, but. I dunno. Lip’s a good friend.”

“So what about Jay, then?”

“What about Jay?”

Ian picked at the corner of the label on his bottle. “How’d you meet him? Are you happy with him? Are you-” Ian paused, twisting the bottle around in his hands. “Sorry, unless that’s too- I don’t know. I don’t know what’s normal in this situation, I guess.”

“When have we ever been normal?”

“We were for a little while. Hidden, maybe, but we were a proper couple for a while.”

Mickey watched as Ian’s cheeks turned red. Neither of them said anything for a few moments; Mickey was staring hard at Ian and Ian was watching anything but Mickey. 

“Want another beer?”

“Please,” Ian rushed out. “Sorry.”

“You gotta stop saying that, man,” Mickey said as he stood and plucked the empty bottle from Ian’s fidgeting hands. “This is weird, we can agree on that. And occasionally, one of us is gonna say something that’s fuckin’ awkward. You can’t apologize every time it happens or we aren’t gonna get anywhere.” 

He wandered into the kitchen, putting the two bottles by the sink. He leaned against the countertop for a moment, taking in a few deep breaths. This was proving to be just about as strange as he thought it was going to be. He was really glad they were hashing this out now and not around their boyfriends. There was only so much discomfort he could take. 

Two fresh beers in hand, he went back to the front room where Ian was still sitting on the couch, face flushed a light pink as he picked at the corner of a cushion. He glanced up when Mickey came back in, muttering a quick thanks when Mickey sat again and passed him the cold beer. 

“So,” Mickey said, tipping his head back against the couch, “Jay. Yeah, he’s, uh, he’s a good guy. Like I said, the guy wandered into the Alibi about six months ago. He’d been drownin’ in the rain while waiting for an Uber. One of our regulars invited him in. Sat at my bar, we got to talking, and, yeah.”

“He seems nice.”

“And normal as fuck.” Mickey doesn’t even realize he’s said it out loud until Ian laughs, long and loud. “Fuck. I just mean-” Mickey said, trying to not sound like the world’s worst boyfriend, “I mean that, compared to other partners I’ve had, he’s pretty normal. Like, he’s got a job in finance. He lives in a house on the northside.”

“Spend a lot of time there?”

“Nah. He mostly comes here. I dunno, it’s weird up there. The life he lived as a kid was really- I dunno.”

“There’s a lot you seem to not know,” Ian pointed out. 

“It’s a different world, y’know? It’s great, don’t get me wrong, but not for me. I don’t fit up there.”

Ian hummed. “Yeah, I do know. He doesn’t seem to mind.”

Mickey snorted and shook his head. “No, he just keeps his trap shut.” Mickey knew Jay wasn’t always comfortable in his world. Of course he knew; it was hard to ignore the way Jay tiptoed around the Gallagher home, or constantly looked to Mickey for reassurance when they were out on the southside. He was trying, though, so Mickey couldn’t really fault him. 

“Doug doesn’t,” Ian grumbled. He stared down at his lap and picked at the fresh label in his hands. “He’s been pretty vocal about what he thinks of this part of Chicago.”

“Not his favorite place?”

Ian laughed. “Not at all. I warned him. We live a very different life in New York than I ever did here. But he still insisted. He’s here for another shoot, and I figured… But now I’m wondering if it wasn’t a good idea.” Ian rubbed his hand against his face nervously. “He’s a good guy. Really, he is. I know it hasn’t really seemed like it, but when it’s just him and me, he’s different. Sweet.”

Mickey had heard that before. Teenaged Mandy was the first person to come to mind; claiming that a guy was good, was different around her, a few days before she would mysteriously gain a new bruise. He always felt like he could call her boyfriends out, though; she was his sister, had been so young, and it was his place to protect her, even from the scum that she brought around. 

But he wasn’t sure if that was his place with Ian, not anymore. Besides, he didn’t know nearly as much about his relationship with Doug. He’d seen them interact once. 

So instead, he admitted, “I’m glad you made the trip.”

“Yeah?” Ian asked, perking up. 

“Yeah.”

A comfortable silence fell over them for a few blissful minutes before Ian cleared his throat. Once again, he was looking around the room and not at Mickey. 

“I’m sorry,” he said again, “for the way we left things. I know-”

“We don’t have to have that conversation.”

“I know, but-”

“Fucks sake, Gallagher. Alright. But I am way too sober for this. Do you still smoke weed?”

Ian offered him a small smile. “Gotta bong?”

[tragedyswept]

~ ɪ'ʟʟ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ .

NAME: Alina Aleksandra Eriksen.

AGE: Twenty-eight.

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

FACE CLAIM: Florence Pugh.

EYE COLOR: Brown.

HAIR COLOR: Brownish blonde.

HEIGHT: 5'2"

DATE OF BIRTH: March 1st, 1996.

ZODIAC SIGN: Aries.

LEVEL OF EDUCATION: High school diploma.

RELIGIOUS AFFILIATION: None

OCCUPATION: Bartender at the Black Rabbit.

GANG AFFILIATION: Unaffiliated for the moment.

HOMETOWN: Oslo, Norway.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Passionate and resilient.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Impulsive and chaotic.

~ 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙂𝙊𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙇𝘿, 𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝘽𝘼𝘽𝙔, 𝘼𝙏 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙋𝙍𝙄𝘾𝙀?

tldr is my baby girl is damaged, big time, big emo vibes here.

tw: drug overdose, violence, death, cancer, sad times omg

alina is twenty-eight, been in tonpah for three months, is a bartender at the black rabbit and is currently unaffiliated, but baby that can change.

alina grew up as the only girl and youngest in the eriksen household in oslo, norway. she did love her hometown, from the beginning, she wanted more out of it and the life of strict obedience and emotional, physical training of the eriksens was something she never wanted.

her father and her butted heads at every turn, alina was supposed to be a strong, poised, put together young woman in her prime, to fight off anyone who would do harm to the eriksen family. unlike her brother, she wasn't made for the life her parents, mainly her father wanted.

she wanted to live, sneak out, have fun, and for this, she was punished mercilessly and often the black sheep of the eriksen clan. the only ally she felt she had was her older brother, who was also her best friend in the entire world. she could trust and tell him anything - she was also fiercely protective of him.

alina was only fifteen years old when her life turned upside down. she was used to the mob, used to the business deals, but already at fifteen, alina had made a name for herself for sneaking out, drugs, partying, much to her parents' chagrin. it was the night of her brother's supposed wedding - and it turned ugly - a night of pure despair and violence.

before she knew what hit her, her parents were seized by a coup, a family that wanted to take over and kill the eriksen clan - and they did just that. they killed her mother and father, right in front of her, at mere fifteen years old. the horrors, their screams, her father telling her in russian to look away, to be strong, be brave before he was murdered - it still plays in her head again and again, gives her nightmares. she could remember her own screams, feeling foreign.

she was dragged away from her brother, about to suffer the same fate when she was grabbed and saved at the last moment by her father's best friend, vince, and his wife, greta. they were an older couple, unable to have kids, and vince took it upon himself to care for the lone eriksen.

they fled to new york city, in the states, knowing that they couldn't risk her capture and alina was horrified, overwhelmed, broken apart. she had lost her entire family in one night - and could never see them again.

vince and greta took great care of her though, as if she were their own, and while she loved them deeply, she delved deeper into her darkness in new york.

she barely graduated high school, deep into her own drug addiction, frequenting bars on the lower east side, to party, get into her own trouble, anything to numb the pain. one thing did help: a boy.

meeting peter, her opposite in every way was a turning point. he was studying to become a doctor, a resident, and a shy, kind boy and she was chaos in every which way, a mess. the two of them fell into a toxic kind of love, riddled with drugs mostly, and he would steal from the hospital he worked in to get them.

darkness wrapped its arms around her even more when they both overdosed on her twenty sixth birthday - and she can still remember the emts working on her, when she begged them to work on peter.

she feels utmost guilt that they took her to the hospital, pumped her stomach and she regained consciousness, whereas peter never did and died. she feels responsible, like her own darkness killed him and it's another death she has to deal with, a horror that never fades. vince and greta got alina into rehab, that lasted, on and off, for about two years.

it wasn't until vince, her surrogate father, fell ill with cancer just nearly five months ago that it made her seriously get her act together - somewhat. vince, on his deathbed, finally informed her where her brother was - tonopah valley and how she could go to him now that he could no longer protect her.

alina was heartbroken at vince's death, but grateful to him and knew that a new life, a new beginning could make things better for her.

in tonopah valley for only three months now, reuniting with her brother, works as a bartender at the black rabbit, goes to NA and AA meetings, but not very sober, on and off, secretly.

[girlactionfigure]

Daniel Lewin and Mohammad Hamdani were two 9/11 heroes with very different stories.

Known as Danny by his friends, Lewin was the first person to die in the terrorist attacks, sixteen years ago today.

Danny was a passenger on American Airlines Flight 11 and an Israeli-American veteran of an elite IDF combat unit. He was trained in counter-terrorism and spoke fluent Arabic.

Investigators pieced together that Danny heard the terrorists plotting in Arabic and tried to stop the hijacking. He was stabbed to death by Saudi law student Satam al-Suqami.

Born and raised in Denver, Colorado, Danny emigrated to Israel with his family as a teenager. As a newcomer, he could have skipped his military service, but chose instead to serve and work his way up to the toughest unit in the IDF. He later became a successful internet entrepreneur.

Only 31 when he died, Danny had already made his mark on the world.

Mohammad Hamdani was a first responder who died at the World Trade Center on 9/11.

Mohammad immigrated with his family from Pakistan when he was a year old and grew up in Queens, NY. He played football for Bayside High. Hard-working and ambitious, Mohammad became an EMT and then a police cadet. He also applied to medical school, and in September 2001 he was waiting to hear if he’d been accepted. 

On the morning of 9/11, Mohammad was taking an elevated subway on his way to work when he saw smoke coming from the twin towers. He got off the train and rushed to the World Trade Center to help. Mohammad was never seen alive again. He was only 23 years old.

At first Mohammad was listed as missing. Because of his Muslim background and lack of connection to the World Trade Center, he came under suspicion of being involved in the attack. The cloud over his name did not lift until his remains were found at Ground Zero in October 2001, along with his medical bag and ID. 

Mohammad Hamdani was buried with full honors from the the New York Police Department, and proclaimed a hero by the city’s police commissioner. He is mentioned in the Patriot Act as an example of Muslim-American valor on 9/11. 

May the memories of these two righteous young men always be for a blessing.

Accidental Talmudist

[findopulencerp]

                                    𝖒𝖆𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖆 '𝖍𝖆𝖑' 𝖊𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖓

she was born 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 years ago, she is a 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 who lives in 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐲 in the 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐫𝐭, and is in 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐢 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚. she looks an awful lot like 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐝.

“At the center of your being you have the answer; you know who you are and you know what you want.”

The Buwan Pack is where Mahalina’s story begins. A multigenerational werewolf pack that stemmed from the Philippines had been a prominent force on the Eastern Hemisphere since the 1800s. Through migration and the passing of time, they have become a multifaceted organization throughout the globe over many centuries. Partnering with various supernatural creatures, to challenge the natural order of things, making it safer for werewolves to integrate in like-minded communities throughout the world. That had been the course of action and mission for their growing, multicultural and blended family through decades past. 

Within the last five decades, the headquarters for the Buwan Pack was moved to New York City. A thriving place with millions of people filtering through annually. It was safe grounds and territory, to build and maintain their power and reach amongst the werewolf network. Only two decades ago did Mahalina’s mother, Amihan, become the alpha of the Buwans. The heiress and first female in the legacy of the familial line to assert herself into this position. It was initially outstanding. However, over time, the power, fame, and notoriety began to converge, shaping the movement of the pack differently. Instead of being inclusive, it was shifting to an exclusive, premier, and self-righteous cult in Hal’s  eyes. 

From the moment she was born, Mahalina was a prized possession of her mother’s collection of fine and precious tokens. The only child to her mother and father, David Eisen, Hal’s entire world was curated and fixed to her mother’s liking. Projecting all her own wishes and desires upon her daughter, she was training and preparing the young werewolf-to-be to carry on the family legacy. The way in which her mother was now course-correcting for her own ambitions. However, despite all of that, Mahalina was still able to break away from the mold thanks to her father. He’d always encouraged her to explore her own interests and hobbies, being the peacekeeper between Hal and her mother progressively over the years. Albeit, a co-conspirator of her mother’s action, David had been an omega in his early twenties after getting attacked while on a hike during a full moon. He was subservient at best, one who had fallen into the trap of his mother’s luring charisma, personality, and propaganda.

However, Hal could see through her mother’s facade in her preteen years. It’s why when she had begun shifting, she did her best to keep the matters private. The last thing she wanted was her mother to pick-up on it and keep her on a leash to control her behaviors and movements. Yet, the best of her intentions, landed her in the most terrifying predicament. She bit someone. This stupid boy from her school who she had been warding off any and all advances to keep him at bay. Yes, she had her fair share of friends and was the social butterfly of their school community, but Mahalina knew that she was just a member of the few wolves who were blending in with these humans. A full moon shift that she was running late too had landed her in the predicament of unintentionally biting this kid. Warning him days later that he had to flee, she mentioned the town of Opulence, a place she heard circulating around in her mother’s office more recently. 

Since then, she’s been trying her best to keep her wolf at bay. Aggressive and dominating in nature, Mahalina has led a life to counteract the beast within that she’s still trying to hone. A role of servitude and becoming a nurse and working as an EMT in New York had helped her process her own guilt and actions years later. However, with her mother’s continued tightened grip on wanting to spread her narrative, Hal finally decided to part ways. Alluding to the fact that she would travel around the country to bring in recruits, she secretly has fled for her own sanity and protection from the Buwan pack in hopes to find a new pace of life for herself. At first, with no true location to go, the thought of Opulence had circled back in her mind. She’s not sure how much of a safe haven this place truly can be, but she’s hoping that she can rewrite her narrative on being a Buwan and an Eisen on her own.

“what power did she attain when settling in opulence?”

The power to intuitively sense and adopt emotions/energy of others. On the spectrum of emotional intelligence. Has always been an empathetic individual, but since being in Opulence, it has heightened immensely. Mahalina has the ability to spontaneously adapt to other's emotions, physical sensations, and psychological perspectives in their bodies. Can be both advantageous and disadvantageous.

this character is…retired

[prosgecko]

meet jocelyn lau // welcome to the island.

the basics //

character name: jocelyn lau  nicknames: josie, jojo, jo  birthdate & zodiac : 3 april 1978 / aries  gender & pronouns : questioning / she & they  sexual orientation: unsure, might be asexual, not sure. occupation : natural history museum curator  ethnicity: hong-kong chinese & white  hometown/birth place : toronto, canada  current town: new york city  secret: they smuggled a chameleon onto the flight family : jae lau ( father ), felicity lau ( † mother ), utp lau ( older brother ), unnamed, three of them ( cousins ) 

trigger warning: death at childbirth ( alluding to, not really mentioned ) 

                    physical appearance & characteristics //

face claim:  jessie mei li eye color:  dark brown hair color: black  glasses/contacts?: no.  dominant hand: mostly right.  height: 1.62 m / 5′2″ tattoos: not yet, she had plans for her first, but you know plane crash. piercings: ears & nose marks/scars: uh josie likely has scars from her pets, because you know reptiles and from just being generally a clumsy individual. 

                                          personality traits //

positive: inquisitive, curious, auspicious negative: vexatious, naive, self-critical alignment: chaotic good

                                deeper dive //

hobbies.

tending to her animals - honestly, she finds so much joy in it and loves when she gets a chance to show off her sanctuary for them !

excursions - she loves, loves going on excursions especially those connected to her line of studies in paleontology 

going to museums - yep, she was the kid that enjoyed museums more than most and enjoyed stopping with every exhibit and reading as much as possible, likely with a hand. 

being social - whilst her hobbies aren’t the most usual, she still does love being social and going out, she just doesn’t necessarily have the same urges as some of her peers. 

                               favorites //

food - tomato soup with a grilled cheese made by her dad 

drink - capri sun or sprite 

movie - jurassic park

song - the tarzan soundtrack 

color - yellow & green 

                              backstory //

though josie never got the chance to meet her mother, she never for a second felt as though her life lacked in love, despite how difficult it must've been for father he never let that show. she certainly has missed and asked questions about her mother at times, both to her father and her older brother, and though at times they weren't in the headspace to talk about her, they always did the best to make sure josie knew who she was. he was a fire chief at their local station and because of this, she spent a lot of time in the firehouse and became somewhat like the station child. she loved it, truthfully, though she never had much of a desire to become a firefighter herself, she definitely enjoyed joining some of their training drills. at one point, she debated becoming a emt because she loved working alongside them from time to time during their training but then, she encountered a real life injury where there was a lot of blood and quickly realized that wasn't the job for her. still, she learned quite a bit during that time. 

but, between watching the magic school bus, jurassic park, indiana jones and lots of steve irwin, josie developed a passion for nature and animals, specifically those of the scaly assortment. josie would spend lots of time visiting the local reptiles at the pet store, the local zoo, etc. and heading to museums around the city, especially the natural history museum. she thought it was the coolest place ever, and through asking lots of questions, josie realized exactly what they wanted to become. 

growing up, her father was always worried about who josie dating and in doing so was always skeptical of a lot of the people that she befriended, but really, dating was the last thing on josie's mind. she enjoyed people's company and that was that, and once this was realized, he started to relax a bit. she did definitely have crushes on people, but none she really did anything about or spoke out about. 

josie was studying on the side of her job and working towards her phd in palentology and through her studies the opportunity arose to travel and join an excursion abroad alongside one of her favorite mentors and she jumped on the opportunity, and was very excited.  

                              wanted connections //

her boss / mentor at the museum

people she annoys, josie can be a lot, she doesn't mean to be, but social cues aren't always her forte 

someone to be reckless with, especially in regards to the nature surrounding them

someone that was seated next to them? whether they noticed the chameleon is open, perhaps they did and thought it was cool? or they were repulsed? who knows! 

someone from the firehouse perhaps? 

fellow museum workers ! i envision her division at work was headed out for some sort of excursion / trip 

people she befriended at the airport before getting on board the flight or during the flight ! 

someone that becomes sort of like a father figure on the island? growing up josie has always been super close to her father, so she'd likely seek out a similar vibe from someone ! 

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[deryaxyilmaz]

[cisfemale, she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [DERYA IZEL YILMAZ]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [AYÇA AYŞIN TURAN]. You must be the [THIRTY-THREE] year old [NURSE AT AURORA BAY HOSPITAL]. Word is you’re [BENEVOLENT] but can also be a bit [COWARDLY] and your favorite song is [PORCELAIN BY JOJO]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [CRYSTAL COVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

full name: derya izel yilmaz

nicknames: rya

dob: march, 16, 1991

age: thirty-three

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual

birthplace: ankara, turkey

status: single as a pringle

time in town: a few days

(tw: death)

If you ask Rya what her earliest memories are, she’ll probably start rambling about being on the beach, indulging in the performing arts, or spending days on end exploring the various monuments and statues. When she wasn’t in school, her and her siblings could be found going on a new adventure, learning everything they could about their culture. As they grew older and more expats invaded the city, their insatiable hunger for new experiences was urging them to leave their home and see what else was out there. By the time she was fourteen, her siblings were all finished with school and ready to make their trek to the States, and she’d be damned if she didn’t come too, so their parents packed everyone up and moved them all to a quaint little place in New Jersey. 

As if she hadn’t thrived back home in Turkey, Rya flourished in Jersey. With a decent amount of Turkish Americans living in New Jersey and New York, she was able to adapt fairly easily, mastering English enough to enroll in school and finish out high school in record time. By then, her parents had decided to move back to Turkey, while her siblings had spread out across the States starting their own individual lives. Rya took two years off to just travel the country, visiting one sibling to the next as she tried to map out a career for herself. She was good at a few things, sure, but what everyone seemed to agree on was the fact that she liked to help others. She had never met a stranger, and if someone were in need of something, she would happily give them the shirt off her back. But how could she translate that into a career?

Rya wouldn’t have to ponder that question for long. During a trip to Chicago to visit her eldest sister Asena, the unexpected happened. While the sisters were hanging out, Asena went into sudden cardiac arrest, and with no CPR training, all Rya could do was call for an ambulance. Unfortunately, the EMTs didn’t make it in time, and her sister passed away right in her arms. She took some time out to grieve, and amidst her anger and sadness, she figured out what she wanted to do with her life. Never wanting to be in a position like that again where she didn’t know how to render possible life saving measures, she decided that she wanted to go to nursing school, at least to start with. With Asena’s apartment still available, she decided she would stay right there in Chicago, using her sister’s belongings as encouragement to push her through this next adventure: University of Illinois Chicago’s College of Nursing. Landing herself a scholarship, Rya knocked out both her Bachelor’s and Master’s just in time to meet her future wife. 

She hadn’t been in many relationships over the years, mostly just indulging in a few flings here and there, or one night stands with other nursing students, but that all changed when she met an artsy woman that made her swoon instantly. Rya had never even known she could be so wrapped up in love or another person like this, but what felt like a whirlwind romance quickly spawned into one of the best things that ever happened to her. And when her wife shared her sentiments about having a child of their own, she was ecstatic, at least until the IVF didn’t work. Part of her was shattered, but adoption being a secondary option was something they had to seize. The second she met their son, Wilder, she swore that it was Asena who had somehow been behind this union, watching over her from above just like she’d done when she was physically there doing it. 

While Rya assumed everything would stay like this, Maia’s unexpected accident changed everything. She was grateful that her wife survived, and she was more determined than ever to stand by her side. Yes, it meant she’d be tackling Wilder by herself a lot more since her wife was far too injured, and she’d have to balance work with coming home to care for everyone else, but she had promised to be there for Maia through sickness and in health, so she was prepared for it. The downside? Maia didn’t let her help. Their once happy marriage was coming apart at the seams, much quicker than she’d anticipated, and no amount of fighting would have stopped the inevitable: them going their separate ways. 

Following the divorce, Rya had to go back to a life where she wasn’t happy, didn’t have a person to turn to after long shifts at work, and she was now having to map out custody of Wilder with her ex-wife. But eventually, she managed to find a balance that worked for her and her son, at least for a little while. But Maia traveling back and forth for visits wasn’t ideal, so after thinking long and hard about it, she decided that the best thing for Wilder would be for her and her ex to be closer, which is why she’s decided to move to Aurora Bay. Rya doesn’t think she’s fully prepared to be in such close proximity to her wife again, but for Wilder, she’ll learn to adjust.

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