#Labrador Current

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Newfoundland

[plushieanimals]

douglas dlux dogs 🐾 trooper bernese mountain dog, lettie yellow lab, jake black lab, thor leonberger, maizie australian shepherd, geno husky, konner corgi, & moses terrier mix

[kay-9xx]

Doggy

[ellatherepersons]

I coloured Flipper and made him a friend

Flipper the tabby cat and Scout the Labrador

Please give me senarios to draw these two in in the asks i just want an excuse to draw them more but ideas are running low

[imsofansie]

Girl’s trip!!! Me and my girl dog are in the kitchen baking so I can trip over her a few last times. She’s going away for a little while but I’ll see her when she gets back❤️❤️

[heavy-nfld]

New (old) music from Alter!

[mind-intheclouds342]

Do it for them - Co-captain reader x Curly

Previous - FINAL PART - Bonus

"Let me see"

You mentioned while laughing, sitting in front of the man who looked at you affectionately as you touched his face and observed him attentively.

"Your eye looks a bit red... Have you been using the drops the doctor recommended?"

Curly: "Maybe... I forgot them... today"

His voice was still somewhat strange to hear, it had the essence of what his voice once was, but much rougher and it was difficult for him to say long sentences, he had to pause between words to be able to say them.

You caressed his cheeks with your thumbs, seeing the scars on his face.

At first, it wasn't the same skin you knew; you were surprised at how his body returned to that familiar skin, changing its texture, gradually becoming the skin you love to touch.

You noticed the ring hanging from his neck, with the lack of hands, he wore his ring that way to keep it close.

He had to convince you to give him back his ring, but at that moment you were in crisis because you had told him that the day you took it off, you would leave him. Although you reached an agreement to annul that promise.

Five years had already passed since you returned to Earth, and too many things had happened.

On your side, you started following your dream when you were little, and today you have your own bakery.

But it was hard work getting here, because the first thing you worried about was your husband's well-being, who spent half a year resting in the hospital, and then you had to take care of him with attention at home.

Pony Express decided to give you a percentage of your salary and a bonus for the damages they suffered, so with that money, they performed the man's first surgeries.

A skin graft, hair, and facial reconstruction, among others, over the next two years.

He used prosthetics that helped him walk and pick things up on his own, although just in case, you still had his wheelchair as a backup, which he refuses to use again, and when you're not watching, he tries to get rid of it, but you've locked the room where it is.

You even adopted two dogs, the first was Jupiter, a Labrador, a service dog who helps Curly when you're not around, and he's also a very good companion.

And after insisting for so long that Jupiter needed a little sibbling, you adopted Sunset, a dog you had found outside your bakery begging for food, a golden retriever who had escaped from her home, where it seemed they only used her to have puppies and sell them because she was purebred.

Both animals got along well right away, both quite calm, they don't cause any problems.

On the other hand, you stayed in touch with the rest of the crew.

Anya was able to get into medical school a few months after returning, and she is currently in her final year to receive her diploma.

Swansea retired and stayed at home with his family and children, being welcomed by his wife and the little girl she had had a few months ago.

Daisuke tried again with the art school, giving his all and with the support of his parents, he was able to get in. He even has a blog where he talks about the experiences he had in his life to motivate other young people to follow what they love.

Jimmy on the other hand... The last thing you heard about him was that his sentence was extended further for causing conflicts during his time in prison.

As for the little baby... you found out she was adopted by a good family, and that was all you needed to know about her.

Curly: "They're already... about to arrive"

He alerted when he heard Sunset start barking upon hearing a car park nearby.

He got out of bed and went outside to open the door and let his friends into the yard.

There was something that became a tradition among you, every year you celebrated the anniversary of the day you returned alive to Earth after such an experience, having a meal at your home.

Daisuke: "Who is the cutest girl! Let me pet you, fluffball!"

The boy, every time he went, was determined to make Sunset his friend, but she always ended up hiding where he couldn't reach her.

Anya: "Today is a wonderful day... And the food smells really good, every year they surpass the previous year's food, it's incredible."

Swansea: "Not bad, huh! Did you make this grill by yourself, Curly? The meat looks incredible."

Daisuke: "Where is (Yn)?? I want to greet her!"

He had managed to catch the dog, who was resigned in his arms while Jupiter was barking at Daisuke, knowing how upset Sunset was.

Curly: "She has... a surprise for... all of you."

He said, smiling, waiting for you to come out in the summer dress he had bought for you, quite loose and comfortable, perfect for your growing belly. 

Everyone was surprised to see you, Daisuke was left speechless, dropping Sunset.

Daisuke: "But! You said-!"

"Well, not naturally—but... I was given the opportunity to do it in vitro and it was a success! I was afraid it wouldn't work because of my eggs, but... after several failed attempts... we finally got very lucky."

You caressed your belly, smiling.

Swansea: "Look at that... Congratulations, kid!"

Anya: "That's wonderful! Oh my God, how many weeks are you now? Do you already know their gender? Why didn't you tell us anything?"

She approached to touch your belly, happy that you have achieved what you wanted so much.

"I'm already in my 29th week... And we already know it's a boy! We were deciding on a name!"

Daisuke: "I have a really cool one!"

"I'm not going to call him Daisuke."

The boy let out a disappointed "aaaw" that you weren't going to consider his name for your son.

Curly: "We thought... of Charles"

"That I'm still not at all in agreement with that name."

You pointed at him, making him laugh and roll his eye.

Anya: "You still have time! When is your due date? I would like to be with you when it happens."

Daisuke: "Can I be there too? Maybe the second time I won't faint, hehe."

Swansea: "I wish you the best, boys are not difficult to entertain, they are difficult to keep alive, they love danger even after reaching adulthood."

You felt very excited about all the support you were receiving, happy to have met such wonderful people.

You didn't regret at all for having done everything possible to get them out of that situation.

The gathering continued with everyone eating and talking about the things they had been doing lately, catching up on their activities, until dessert time arrived, everyone's favorite moment.

Curly: "The best sweets... are from my wife..."

Swansea: "You don't even like sweets!"

Curly couldn't help but smile anyway when he saw everyone enthusiastically eating the ice cream cake you had made for that hot day, while he had his own special portion that you prepared for him so he could eat without too much sweetness.

You couldn't resist feeding him, and even though he wanted to seem annoyed, he adored the attention you gave him.

"Oops~ I'm sorry~ I stained your cheek"

You said with a smile to kiss his cheek, you started smearing hkd face with the dessert and left kisses on all those spots.

Swansea: "Get a room!"

Daisuke: "...Did you ever do it on the ship while working?"

"DAISUKE!"

You shouted with your cheeks red at such a true thing that had been said.

Curly: "...Two or three times..."

Swansea: "That's nothing, you managed to control themselves quite well."

Curly: "....During the week"

"Can I send it back into space?"

You didn't know how to hide your face in response to his declaration, you were extremely embarrassed.

But you had no escape, from the day you said yes, that man was going to stay with you until the end of his days.

And you knew well that he is going to be an incredible father soon as well.

In the end, everyone was able to have their well-deserved fate.

[tuptastic]

My Service Dog is suspected to be in early Heart Failure (AID REQUEST)

please reblog!

At a routine vet visit to check the progress of a course of antibiotics she was taking for a cold that's been taking all our city dogs by storm, my vet recognized that my 2 year old Labrador service dog, McCoy, had a jugular vein distention. Because this is not supposed to happen in healthy dogs, let alone in young healthy dogs, we chose to run a ProBNP blood test on her, which is used to measure heart health and check for potential damage or heart disease. The "normal" range is <900pmol/L, "suspected" damage is 900-1800pmol/L, and "abnormal" is >1800pmol/L. My dog came back with a result of 1300pmol/L.

We are currently being referred to the CVCA in Louisville, Kentucky, to have an echo performed on her heart to hopefully get a definitive answer on what is going on. However, this is all getting incredibly expensive, and I am a physically disabled student who was not expecting or prepared to suddenly be potentially losing my best friend and partner in everything that I do. I'm asking for any help with funding so we can keep on top of not only these sudden vet expenses, but any of the following expenses that may come due to her results as well as continuing to manage her day-to-day. We were doing just fine before this all happened, but the echocardiogram alone is expected to be a minimum of $400. I'm terrified and I don't know what to do. She's my everything. Any help that can be given, even if its just sharing, is appreciated.

my cashtag is $ikeohh

my ko-fi is tuptastic

i don't know what to do.

[megalony]

A Bad Night

This is an Evan Buckley imagine, requested by a lovely anon. I hope you will all like it, feedback always makes my day.

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Evan Buckley Masterlist

Summary: Evan always looks after (Y/n) when she has seizures, but when she has continuous seizures during the night that won't stop, he has to call an ambulance.

Enjoy.

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A soft grin appeared on Evan's lips as he kicked off his trousers and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it into the hamper as he approached the end of the bed.

He crawled up the middle of the bed, waiting until he saw (Y/n)'s eyes begin to flutter open before he slumped down on top of her over the covers. He felt her huff even though he tried to keep some of his weight on his forearms that he pressed down into the bed either side of (Y/n)'s shoulders.

His face tucked into the crook of her neck and he pressed his lips against her skin, reaching out to bite down just to hear her gasp into his hair.

"Did you have fun?" (Y/n) murmured quietly, not bothering to open her eyes while she groggily lifted her arms and looped them around Evan's neck. She pressed her lips into his hair and breathed in his skin, happy he was finally home.

"Hm, missed you though. You good?"

Evan had gone over to Hen's place for tea along with Eddie and Chimney and they had a games night. Not a lot of drinking for a change because both Chimney and Evan were on shift tomorrow for a double shift, but they still had a good night.

The only thing that upset Evan was (Y/n) not coming along. She'd had two absent seizures today which made her feel sick and gave her a constant headache. She didn't feel well enough to go out but she would never want to stop Evan from going to have some fun and let off steam with his colleagues.

"Still got a headache; I'm glad you're home." (Y/n) could feel the headache burning behind her eyes. She had come to bed early and had to turn the tv off when it only made her feel worse.

Evan had messaged her at least four or fives times every hour. He needed to make sure she was okay and made her promise that if she had another seizure, she would tell him so he could come home. But he was satisfied that she hadn't and had gone to bed to try and sleep away her headache.

"Me too." He leaned up on his arms and lifted his head so he could capture her lips in a kiss. He tilted his head to the left and looked across at his space of the bed which was currently occupied. "Dexter, shift up."

Evan ruffled Dexter's ear and gave the dog a nudge until he took the hint. The labrador stretched out before he circled round and hopped off the bed.

It was like a silent agreement between Evan and the dog. If Evan was out or at work, Dexter could be in his space on the bed and lie with (Y/n) and snuggle up and stay close. But if Evan was home, it was his space to be next to his wife and Dexter would sleep on his bed that was at the end of (Y/n)'s side of the bed.

He was a service dog.

With (Y/n)'s epilepsy and Evan's demanding job, they got Dexter so if (Y/n) went out, she wasn't technically alone. He would alert her up to an hour before a seizure was about to happen, he would stay beside her and protect her and alert help if it was needed.

Evan pecked (Y/n)'s lips again before he slowly rolled onto his side and wormed his way under the cover. A grin found its way onto his face again when (Y/n) instantly shuffled over into his side.

Her head moved to rest on his shoulder and she tightly bound her arm over his torso, pulling him into her chest like he was a lifesize teddy bear. He hooked his arm over her shoulders and took to gliding his hand up and down her arm while he kissed the top of her head.

He took a deep breath and tried to close his eyes and shut down his mind. He needed some sleep. He was at work at ten in the morning and it was a double shift which meant he wouldn't be home until the next morning.

Usually when Evan had long shifts and (Y/n) didn't want to be home alone, she would go and spend the day with Bobby, Athena or May or even Maddie. With Bobby being her dad, it meant (Y/n) had a big support network so she didn't have to be alone if she didn't want to be. And Maddie was now the sister she'd never had and was always willing to go out with her or stay in and have a movie day if she felt like having some company.

"Night baby."

Evan wasn't sure what woke him.

He took a deep breath, then another deeper one when he felt that familiar weight on his chest signalling his wife was still flopped across him. It was comforting to have (Y/n) laid on top of him and Evan didn't sleep as well if (Y/n) wasn't as close as she was now.

He could feel her head tucked up beneath his chin, his left arm draped around her waist and his right arm hanging off the side of the bed.

But his mind started to go on red alert when he realised why he was awake. Dexter was barking. He felt a cold, wet nose brushing against his hand before Dexter let out a low growl and then another bark.

(Y/n) was going to have a seizure.

"Fuck. Alright boy, shh I'm awake it's okay." Evan scratched the back of Dexter's ear and gave him a gentle nudge to try and settle him. He knew as long as he alerted Evan, he didn't have to sit and bark continuously or try to move (Y/n).

It was Evan's job to look after her when he was home.

He stretched his hand out and turned the bedside lamp on before his arms curled around (Y/n). One hand cupped the back of her neck and the other curled around her waist before he slowly rolled them over so (Y/n) was laid on her back.

"Baby… baby wake up for me." His hand cupped the side of (Y/n)'s face and he leaned his weight on his left arm as he leaned over her.

A quiet murmur passed (Y/n)'s lips but she didn't move. Evan couldn't tell whether she had started to wake up or whether she went straight into a seizure.

All he knew was that she didn't manage to open her eyes or respond to him. A steady trembling set in her system and Evan moved to sit up instead of lean over her. He swiped the pillow from beneath her head and chucked it to the floor before he threw the cover off them both so it didn't get tangled around her limbs.

"Alright baby, shh. Keep breathing, you're good, I've got you." Evan kept his words steady and calm as he moved his hand back to cup her neck and check her pulse. Evan knew most of her recent seizures hadn't lasted long, two minutes was the usual mark for the last few months.

He tried to smile down at her and he kissed her forehead while he continued to smooth his thumb across her cheek. Her pulse was steady and right now, she was only shaking back and forth on the bed. But Evan could feel her muscles tensing up and he knew she was going to go into a tonic clonic seizure soon.

A few seconds later, Evan leaned back just before (Y/n)'s arm lashed out and clocked him in the chest.

He sat up in the middle of the bed and crossed his legs beneath him before he grabbed his phone and set it beside his leg. He swiped through and found his stopwatch and clicked it on. This was the easiest way to check how long she seized for.

"Good girl, you're doing so good."

Evan bit down on his lower lip and rubbed a hand across his jaw as he watched his wife.

Her head pressed back into the mattress, pushing her trachea out as her upper chest lifted up off the bed and her shoulders bashed down into the bed. Her legs started to thrash more violently into the bed and while her left hand curled back and slammed down into the bed, her right hand moved near Evan.

He reached over and carefully moved her hand so her arm was resting over his thighs. He let her arm smash down into his thighs while he rubbed his hand up and down her arm to let her know he was still here with her.

Evan rested his chin on his free hand and kept glancing his eyes over to his phone. He didn't like this. The timer was ticking away and (Y/n) wasn't showing any signs of stopping. She was thrashing, shaking and taking very short breaths through clenched teeth as her jaw was now locked tight.

His fingers tightened around (Y/n)'s arm when her head tilted to the side and her thrashing suddenly escalated. He watched in horror as her left arm jerked out into the side table and her legs were almost bashing into her stomach before they slammed down into the bed.

The sudden movements made Evan jolt back on the bed and when he heard Dexter begin to whine and brush his nose against (Y/n)'s arm, he knew this was only going to get worse.

"Okay baby girl, I need to move you."

He carefully slid a hand beneath her neck and his other held her hip so he could slowly rotate her onto her left side with her back facing his chest. He had to get her in the recovery position because she was going to hurt herself and he wouldn't put it past her to start throwing up.

His held her waist and he leaned over her with his chest inches away from her arm. He was desperate to lay down and hold her against his chest and kiss her and tell her she was okay but he couldn't. The most he could do was keep her head tilted down and prevent her from choking or falling off the bed.

"Fuck, sweetheart you're really starting to scare me now, I don't like this." Evan could feel the panic bubbling away in his chest when he looked down at his phone.

Three minutes, thirty-five seconds.

"No- no baby oh God come here! Hey, I got you, it's alright."

Jumping forward, Evan slammed his chest into (Y/n)'s back and hooked his right arm around her middle just before she slid off the bed. Her legs thrashed out so much they went over the side and the rest of her body started to follow until Evan grabbed her. He pulled her backwards until she was laid awkwardly in the middle of the bed.

But she wasn't stopping. Her breathing wasn't great. Her limbs were flying about and she was so tense she felt like an elastic band about to snap.

Four minutes, twenty-two seconds.

"Baby I gotta get us some help this ain't good."

He briefly let go of (Y/n) so he could grab his phone before his hand moved straight back to cradling her neck and his other hand delicately smoothed up and down her side. Her legs were jerking and flailing back and forth and she had one arm pinned to her chest while the other was hanging over the side of the bed thrashing like she was being electrocuted.

"Alright baby, you're okay I'm here. I'm gonna take care of you I promise." He leaned down and kissed her shoulder while he dialled an all too familiar number.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"This is firefighter Buckley from the 118 LAFD. I need an ambulance to Hillside Court apartment four-B. My wife's having a seizure."

"Okay, what's her name? Is she prone to seizures, or is this her first?"

"(Y/n) Buckley. She's epileptic, but she hasn't had one this bad in months… Jesus, I've not had to call an ambulance for her like this in over a year." The last time Evan had to call an ambulance was when they were engaged. And they had been married for almost two years now.

He had taken (Y/n) to hospital after a day of full on seizures that continued throughout the day. He'd taken her when she seized and bashed her head into the coffee table. And he'd taken her when she seized, came back round and couldn't move her limbs for over an hour.

But Evan hadn't called an ambulance for her in years. He hadn't seen (Y/n) have a proper spasming seizure lasting this long in ages.

"Is she still seizing?"

"Yes, we're up to the five minute mark now, I'm timing it on my phone. I can't- I- fuck, hold on. We're in the bedroom, I'm gonna have to move her to the floor she's falling off the bed."

Evan couldn't keep holding her like this. She was moving near the end of the bed again and she was starting to moan and murmur. She was somewhat conscious and aware and he couldn't pin her down to the bed. The safest thing would be for him to get her onto the floor.

"Sir I'd advise you not to move her please, it's very dangerous-"

"Did you not hear me? I'm LAFD trained, I can take care of my fucking wife! I'm not asking for your advice I'm asking for a fucking medic because I need her in the hospital."

Evan wasn't asking her what to do and he wasn't waiting around for her advice. The moment Evan started dating (Y/n), he got up to date on his training. He learned how to look after her, how to properly move her in this situation and how to hold her and not restrain her.

He took courses to be able to give (Y/n) emergency meds if she was in a bad seizure, but Evan didn't have those up here. The emergency meds were downstairs in the meds cupboard and he doubted they would even be in date, it had been that long since they had to use them.

"Okay… is she on the floor now? How's her breathing?"

Evan put his phone on (Y/n)'s bedside table before he carefully slumped onto the floor and eased (Y/n) down with him. Once she was on the floor by Dexter's bed, he moved her onto her side again and and held her head so it was tilted forward.

"Yep, she's got very rapid breathing… okay, okay she's slowing down now, it might be stopping."

"That's good, the medics are one minute away."

Reaching down, Evan slowly brushed (Y/n)'s hair back behind her ear so it wasn't covering her face and his hand started to rub up and down her arm. The thrashing started to cease and she reduced to trembles and rattling against the carpet.

Dexter laid out beside her with his chin on her juttering ankle while Evan doubled over and kissed her temple, trying to keep her still and calm. He could hear the small mumbling noises leaving her lips but he couldn't work out what she was trying to say, or if she was trying to talk at all. She might just be letting him know that she could hear him.

"I'm just gonna open the door." Evan clicked his finger and pointed for Dexter to take his place in front of (Y/n). This was his moment to go and open the front door while (Y/n) had finally stopped thrashing and was shivering instead.

He grabbed his trousers from the floor and hooked his shirt over his head while he stumbled down the stairs and opened the front door. He flicked all the lights on as he passed so the apartment was lit up for Dexter. He wasn't taking Dexter down to the hospital with him, he could stay home and try to sleep until Evan and (Y/n) came back.

Evan yanked his trousers up over his hips and did up his belt before he bolted back up the stairs and looked around for his shoes.

"Sir, the medics are on their way up to you now."

"Thank you." Evan ended the call and paused the timer before he crashed back down to his knees beside (Y/n). "Baby… baby are you back with me?" His thumb smoothed across her cheek and he carefully lifted her head to rest on his thighs instead. He kept her laid on her side and began gliding his hands up and down her arms to give her some comfort and something to focus on.

He heard the front door open and voices float through but Evan didn't bother to respond. His focus was on (Y/n) when her head tilted as far back as it could go on his lap until the back of her head was almost touching her shoulder blades.

Dexter howled. A low, deep grumble in the back of his throat as he moved to sit up straight and began flapping his paw against (Y/n)'s thigh.

"No… no baby not again… oh no," Evan could feel his lips falling into a frown and tears burned in the corners of his eyes when (Y/n)'s arms began pushing into her chest and her hands bent backwards.

She had barely come out of the last one for a minute. How could she go straight back into another this quickly?

"Sir, paramedics. How are we doing up here?"

Two paramedics made their way up the stairs and into the bedroom, a gurney between them with a medical bag resting on top. They left the gurney near the end of the bed and hurried to kneel down beside Evan who clicked his finger to get Dexter to move back. The obedient labrador moved to sit right behind Evan near the bedside table, still able to observe but not be any hinderance.

"The first one lasted over five minutes, she's just gone straight back into another. This isn't normal for her." Evan hadn't known (Y/n) to go into two violent seizures so quickly together. She usually had a few minutes in between when she was having a bad night like this.

He kept his hand rubbing up and down (Y/n)'s arm as the lady beside him listened to her heartbeat and the other medic knelt beside (Y/n)'s legs and tried to keep them out straight.

"Have you given her any emergency meds? What does she usually take?"

"I haven't given her anything… she takes thirty milligrams of these twice a day." Evan reached into the bedside drawer and found (Y/n)'s medication. She had one tablet in the morning and one in the evening and it worked on calming down her seizures.

When Evan first met her she was having four or five a week. Now her meds and her routines were controlled, she was barely having one a week. Usually she suffered with absent seizures and the odd clonic seizure every now and then.

He clocked the woman reaching for a blood pressure cuff and he moved his hands down to hold (Y/n)'s arm and wrist out to make it a bit easier. Her arm continued to thrash up and down but Evan tried to keep her arm near his thigh.

"BP's sky-high and breathing is laboured, pushing diazepam."

Evan kept hold of (Y/n)'s arm and gripped a bit firmer so one of the medic's could quickly inject the diazepam into her arm just below her shoulder. They needed to try and get the seizure to stop so they could get her down the stairs safely and into the ambulance.

"Good girl, there we go." Relief poured through Evan's body and trickled into his voice as he leaned down and smothered his lips against the top of (Y/n)'s head on his thighs.

One of the medics moved towards the gurney and wheeled it over but they could see Evan wasn't exactly going to sit back and let them do this. He helped them ease (Y/n) over onto the gurney and while they adjusted the level, Evan grabbed his phone and his wallet and put them in his back pocket.

He watched them lift (Y/n)'s eyelid and try to shine the light across her eyes, but they had rolled to the back of her head. All they could see were the whites of her eyes and it made Evan feel sick.

"Be good, I'll be back soon," He ruffled Dexter's ear and kissed the top of his head before he followed after the gurney. He knew Dexter would be fine, after a little while he would settle to being on his own and sleep, most probably in the middle of the bed since they weren't here.

He followed close behind them and locked the door on the way out, but once they got in the lift, he felt a small flicker of hope. Her jaw still seemed to be locked, but the murmur she let out was clearly Evan's name.

He watched the way (Y/n) flopped her head to the right and nudged her nose against the gurney like she wanted to try and hide away and disappear. But both her arms started to shake when she tried to move them. Her elbows were pressed very tightly into her waist and her hands were glued against the middle of her chest. She couldn't move them no matter how hard she tried. But it didn't matter, Evan reached down and curled his hand around hers, smoothing his thumb over the back of her hand.

"I'm still here, sweetheart. I'm here."

"(Y/n), are you in any pain?" The medic stood at the head of the gurney leaned over and carefully peeled back (Y/n)'s eyelid and shined the light across her pupils. But Evan saw the way they didn't react. Her pupil stayed blown wide, it didn't constrict at all.

She couldn't speak. All (Y/n) could do was make a noise close to a cry and her arms shuddered against her chest. Her whole middle and torso were aching like she had been beaten up. It felt like someone had smashed their fists all over her chest and down her stomach.

Evan kept hold of (Y/n)'s hand as they exited the lift, but everyone stopped when she screamed. It was a muffled sound, vibrating against her dry lips and it made her throat rattle.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Evan crouched down in front of her and moved his free hand to cup her chin, swiping his thumb across her jaw to try and coax her to look at him. But her eyes stayed tightly closed and she started to tense up. "Baby?"

He dragged his eyes up and down (Y/n)'s frame as she managed to clench her fingers around his hand. She was shaking again. Both legs were shaking and bashing down into the gurney and her upper chest was moving up and down, but she was still conscious. She was crying and breathing harshly through clenched teeth and she was squeezing Evan's hand.

"She's having another one." Evan found his phone from his pocket and started the stopwatch again.

They continued walking out the lobby and made their way towards the ambulance. They had to get to the hospital now.

Evan sat down opposite the gurney and gently pulled (Y/n)'s hand so he could press it against his lips and glide his other hand up and down her arm. He hated to see her cry and he hated how she was shaking and thrashing like this. It was even worse to know she was still awake and could feel and understand everything that was happening.

"Shit!" Evan groaned and slammed his eyes closed when (Y/n) suddenly yanked on his hand.

Her arm reeled back to her chest and the force pulled Evan from his seat and sent him down on his knees in front of the gurney with his elbow bashing into the frame which made his body shudder. He felt the way she bent her arm to slam both her and his arm against her chest while her other arm was pressed down on her abdomen.

Evan slowly pushed himself up to his feet and groaned, rolling his shoulders back into place but when he looked down at (Y/n), he couldn't help but feel the urge to cry.

"She's biting her tongue." Leaning over, he moved his free hand to (Y/n)'s jaw and pressed his thumb between her lips so he could peel back her lip and look into her mouth. She wasn't choking on her tongue, thankfully, but her jaw was locked and her teeth were pierced down so tightly she was biting through it.

Blood coated her teeth like tomato juice and foamed past her lips, beginnign to dribble down her chin.

Evan held the back of her neck while the other medic carefully held her waist and tilted her onto her left side, facing Evan. They couldn't risk her choking or throwing up.

"I can't push another dose of diazepam, I'm going to give her a sedative, it's the best shot at making the seizure activity stop."

Evan nodded. He couldn't refuse that or object. It was their only option. Pushing more anti-seizure meds could just force (Y/n) into an overdose when she had already taken her usual dose of medication and an emergency dose when the medics arrived. Sedating her would put her mind to sleep and hopefully stop the nerves from sending these signals.

She couldn't keep going in an out of seizures like this, it was causing her too much distress and she was hurting herself.

"Alright baby, shh it'll be over soon." He slumped back down to his seat and gave in trying to move his arm. He let it stay pinned against (Y/n)'s chest while the medic placed an oxygen mask over her mouth and injected the sedative into her shoulder.

Once her body stilled, Evan stopped his stopwatch on his phone and eased his arm from (Y/n)'s grip. At least with her now motionless, the medic could take her blood pressure again and check her vitals and start her on some fluids without risking her arm bashing into him.

When the ambulance came to a stop, Evan stood up and moved to lean over the gurney. He held his left hand over the back of (Y/n)'s neck and his right hand gripped her forearms and kept them in place against her chest. They couldn't strap her down to the gurney because she was hurt and she had been seizing and Evan wasn't risking her choking.

Both medics eased the gurney out and Evan walked alongside as they went in through the ambulance entrance. Bypassing the waiting room and straight into a vacant cubicle a doctor waved them over to.

With a doctor and a nurse beside the bed, Evan moved to stand on the other side. He didn't want to be in the way but he wasn't going to sit back and be parted from (Y/n) either. He stepped forward once she was transferred onto the bed and it was hard for Evan to refrain himself and hold back when all he wanted to do was reach out and look after (Y/n) himself.

"How long was the seizure activity?" The doctor looked across at Evan before he wheeled a trolley over and rummaged around.

He round a clamp and carefully wiggled (Y/n)'s jaw open so he could press the tongue clamp over her tongue and against her throat. It was to pin her tongue down safely so she didn't choke as she might to especially with her tongue swelling up.

Blood continued to dribble down her mouth and chin while the nurse tried to wash it away and spray her tongue.

They placed an oxygen mask around her nose and mouth again and placed a monitoring clip on her finger.

"It hasn't stopped for nearly twenty minutes. The first one was over five minutes straight."

"She's been sedated?"

"Just now." Evan folded one arm across his chest while he brought his other hand to his face and bit down on his thumb. If the diazepam hadn't done anything, he wasn't so sure a sedative would work either.

"I'd like to put her under general anaesthetic. It will allow her brain to calm down and we can take her for an MRI and then get her admitted onto a ward."

"Okay." It sounded like a good idea. It would ensure that (Y/n) didn't have any more seizures and it would let her brain calm down as her mind must be frazzled by now. It also meant that they could get her on a new IV with anti-seizure meds straight into her vein, some painkillers and she could have as many scans as she needed without the risk of another seizure.

"I'll go get the anaesthesiologist down here."

As soon as the doctor walked out the room, leaving the nurse to tend to (Y/n), Evan slumped down into the chair beside the bed. He fumbled in his pocket for his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he found his father in law.

He needed to let Bobby know what was going on and where they were. Evan would need some support because he was going to be here for a while now and he knew (Y/n) wouldn't be happy to be in hospital when she finally came around.

"Buck… it's four in the morning, is everything okay?"

"Hey Bobby, I, fuck we've had a bad night. It's (Y/n)."

He could almost hear Bobby switching into his fatherly mode. Something that only happened when (Y/n) was around or if Evan was hurt. He could hear Bobby moving around the bedroom already as if he was getting dressed without knowing what was happening.

"Why, has she had a bad seizure?"

"It wouldn't stop, she barely came out of a five-minute one and went right into another two. I had to call the paramedics out… they had to sedate her, it, it just wouldn't fucking stop. We're at the hospital and the doctor's putting her under anaesthetic. Can you come down?"

"We're on our way."

***

Opening his eyes, Evan sighed and stretched his arms out above his head. He felt his shoulders clicking along with his neck as he straightened out and tried to loosen the tension from his muscles.

He dropped his legs down from the bed and sat up straighter in his chair when a quiet knock on the door broke through their comfortable silence.

Bobby was sat on the other side of the bed, his chin tilted down into his chest with his right arm crossed over his chest and his left hand holding (Y/n)'s. Next to him, Athena was sat with her head on his shoulder and her bag held to her chest like it was a teddy bear.

They had come down as soon as Evan called and had waited with him while (Y/n) went for an MRI and had bloods taken. Evan guessed it had to be some strong anaesthetic they put her under because she had stayed out for the count which is what they wanted.

"Hi… is this mum and dad?" The doctor glanced over at Bobby and Athena before looking back to Evan who nodded with a warm smile. "Well, the MRI looks good, no abnormalities, a little inflamed but that's expected. And bloods have come back clear."

"When will she wake up?"

"She's been under for nearly five hours now, I think it's safe for me to wake her up now and we can monitor her progress. She's been put on her usual medication through the IV to make sure we can subdue the activity quicker. Let's have a go at waking her, shall we?"

At least (Y/n) had gotten a few hours of sleep and rest.

Evan had taken the liberty of lifting up her gown when Bobby and Athena first fell asleep. He didn't like what he saw. Bruises littered (Y/n)'s chest and around her ribs. She had bruised her left wrist from bashing it on the side table and he knew she was going to be sore as anything when she woke up.

Getting up from his chair, Evan stretched again before he moved to sit down on the edge of the bed. He gently took (Y/n)'s free hand and held it on his lap while Bobby and Athena inched their chairs closer.

They watched intently as the doctor got a needle ready and injected the medication into (Y/n)'s IV.

Evan glided his fingers up and down (Y/n)'s arm and smiled softly when he watched her head tilt to the side and nuzzle into the pillow. She looked just like she was waking up at home rather than after a bad night in the hospital emergency room.

"Hey baby, how you feeling?"

He watched the beginning of a smile form on (Y/n)'s lips before her eyes rolled and came into focus. It was clear the moment she took in her surroundings because her lips fell down into a gaping frown and her lower lip wobbled.

"Evan, w-…where are we?" Her hand tightened around his but her body jumped when she suddenly realised there was someone gripping her other hand as well. She dared to look across to the right and took a sharp breath. "Dad?"

"Hi sweetheart."

She couldn't help the tears that started to fall down her face. Where were they? What were they all doing? Why had she gone to sleep safe and sound with Evan at home and woken up somewhere completely different?

"I'll give you all some space." The doctor nodded at the monitors, happy that all (Y/n)'s vitals seemed fine and she had come around perfectly well which was a relief. He jotted down his notes and headed out the room so they could have a moment to themselves and calm (Y/n) down. She didn't need a stranger in the room spectating and observing.

"Baby, you had a really bad night. I had to call an ambulance, we had to sedate you, the seizures wouldn't stop. You don't remember?" Evan was a little surprised (Y/n) couldn't remember even a small flicker of the night. She had woken up shortly after the first seizure, and she tried to say his name after the second one.

She had been awake when the next one started, she cried out and clung to him and tried to open her eyes in the ambulance. She was conscious until they sedated her. The sedation and all the meds must have knocked her back and blurred the night for her.

"You, you came home, and went to bed… I- I don't…"

(Y/n) remembered having a rough day. She remembered Evan going out to hang with Hen and Chimney for a few hours and she remembered him climbing on top of her when he came home. But she couldn't recall anything after falling asleep with him. It was like the events had played out but her mind forgot to press record.

"It's alright honey, you've had a rough night. Probably best you don't remember it." Athena patted (Y/n)'s thigh and smiled at her. It might be a blessing that (Y/n) didn't remember. She didn't need to recall everything she had gone through last night, it wouldn't do her any favours.

"What time is it?"

"Almost nine in the morning, you weren't out for too long." Bobby looked down at his watch before he squeezed (Y/n)'s hand and smiled.

After Evan's phone call this morning, Bobby had been in a rush. He had to call the shift lead at the station and inform them that neither he or Evan would be on shift today. He told them to ring round and see who could come in and cover, but under no circumstances could they contact Evan.

He would sort Evan's hours and his time off so he could go back as soon as (Y/n) was well enough.

Bobby thought they would be sat here for a few more hours before (Y/n) woke up and he had been worried how she would be when she woke up. He remembered when she first got diagnosed not long after their apartment fire. He was forever bringing (Y/n) down to the hospital and back then, each time she woke up, another fit of seizures happened.

"I th-" (Y/n) cut herself off with a sharp cry when she tried to lean forward. Her eyes locked with Evan as she let go of her dad's hand to grip her side, but touching her chest only made her whimper. "Oww, oh it hurts." Her eyes snapped closed and she sniffed, trying to take a deep breath but her chest felt like it had been put through a blender.

She tugged on Evan's hand until he leaned forward and gently looped his arms beneath hers. She gripped both his shoulders and let him sit her up while Bobby moved the bed so she could sit up instead of lie down.

"You battered your chest a lot, baby. It's gonna be sore for a while."

(Y/n) hooked a finger in the hem of the hospital gown she was wearing and looked down before she whimpered.

"It's okay, you're alright now." Evan kissed her temple and wove an arm around her waist when she leaned forward. He let her tuck her face into the crook of his neck and curve her arms around his chest so she could mesh herself up into his chest.

"I wanna go home."

"Not yet, sweetheart. You're under twenty-four hour observation to make sure you don't have another fit of seizures. We can take you home tomorrow." Bobby ran his hand up and down (Y/n)'s back and kissed the back of her head.

She had to stay here for a while yet so they could make sure she wasn't going to suffer another bout of dramatic, long endured seizures. Once they had cleared her and she was fit to go home, they could take her back and they would all look after her.

"We'll get you home tomorrow baby and we'll look after you."

[fiendishfables]

"You already know how much I love you~"

A 2024 Valentines Day Special Ft. Luci + Reader

a/n: Happy Valentines! I don't have a valentine (its my cat) but fuck that, I'm going to snag some cheap candy-

summary: Lucifer decides to take you to a special spot; one where everything began anew for him and his true beauty is revealed

warnings: fluff, cuddles, wholesomeness, Luci just needs some cuddles guys, just cute shi-

words: 1.6k+

additional notes: I like to think there is just some random cherry blossom hidden away somewhere in Hell and that is where our short king got the honor of falling. Or he created the tree upon impact, one of the two. I JUST WANT HIM TO HAVE SOMETHING NICE, THE POOR BABY-

This was honestly not what you had pictured in your brain when your boyfriend had said he wanted to take you somewhere special...

Currently, you and your boyfriend, Lucifer, were making your way up a hill. Its adorning grass was a brownish-green, making it look like autumn had begun to actually seep into the worlds crust instead of just being dusted off until next year. Another thing: it looked strangely untouched. Everything in Hell looked like literal shit, so this was a pleasant surprise, other than its stained color.

You looked up to see your boyfriend had left your side and was practically sprinting up the hill, like he was a Labrador who just saw a squirrel. You raised a quizzical eyebrow but felt the small, familiar tug of a smile grappling for a hold on each corner of your lips. A sigh slipped from you as you shook your head with amusement at his childish antics. He really never failed to make you smile.

Once you had decided to pick up your own pace with what you were using to climb the grassy hill, he had already reached the top. You met him in the next thirty seconds that followed.

Atop the hill he had brought you both to was a beautiful, giant, cherry blossom tree. Its pink petals swayed gently in the wind, brushing against one another and the branches that held them together in clusters. A few delicate petals would come free from the hold of a branch every few seconds, going on to continue its life in a different way, as it drifted towards the ground.

This particular blossom you were watching drift downwards was then caught, gently, in the hand of your boyfriend.

You had almost forgotten he was there, having been mesmerized by the beautiful pink and white colored tree hanging above both of your heads. Seeing him now, he was sitting underneath the cherry blossom, a soft smile on his face. He shifted his fingers so the plush, pink petal was between his thumb and pointer finger, holding it up and out to you like a silent offering.

You chuckled softly, walking further under the tree and plopping yourself down beside Lucifer, watching him examine the petal between his fingertips, almost as if deciding what to do with it.

He turned to look at you again, smiling still (when was he ever not when he was around you). That smile then turned to a smug smirk as he gently blew on the petal now in his palm, whistling softly. The action sent the petal drifting towards you and up, into your hair, where it found a place to nestle itself comfortably amongst the strands, lightly tickling your forehead as it passed by.

"Magic?"

You gave him a small smirk of your own. You knew he liked to do these little acts to impress you; not saying they failed to deliver, but you knew to expect them by now. Still, it was always a pleasant experience.

The ground beneath the two of you was covered in soft, little cherry blossom petals, showing the trees shedding tendencies. The grass that could be seen under the mirage of petals was actually green here, unlike the shit stained looking grass you had walked on leading up to the hill.

He offered a smile, a nod, then looked away, letting out a sigh as he raised his head again. His eyes seemed to be scanning the cities of Hell below; the hill gave a perfect view of all his people, the bustling populations giving light to the aspect that Hell was more alive than the pricks up in Heaven would ever accept.

Whilst observing all of these things, you also seemed to sense that your boyfriend was being a lot quieter than usual. He hadn't spoken since he had brought you up here to sit together. Not once. It was out of character.

"Luci?"

You spoke to break the ever-growing silence, turning your head and shifting your eyes back up to his, only to see him already staring at you. This caused you to flinch a bit in surprise. He noticed this and instantly looked ashamed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as he looked away from you.

"Ah- uh, sorry, darling. Just..thinking..."

He spoke almost nervously, like he was expecting something; walking on eggshells.

You looked at him sympathetically, smiling gently as you took his hand in yours.

"Babe, what's wrong? You can talk to me, y'know?" You said, gently running your thumb over his knuckles in a hopes to soothe him if possible.

He took a deep breath, your eyes trained on the steady rise and fall of his chest. There was silence for many minutes before he finally spoke.

"This is the place I fell."

You raised an eyebrow at his statement, the words taking a second to process before you realized he was talking about the cherry blossom. You looked up on instinct, taking in the swaying colors of pink and white, the wind letting them dance around freely and fall how they pleased.

"You...here? Like, fell...here? Of all places?"

You were a tad bit confused. The King of Hell, a.k.a. Lucifer, a.k.a. your boyfriend...fell in this exact spot? Fell where you were sitting right this second?

His nod was the only thing to answer you besides the delicately whistling wind.

"Well...its much nicer an area than I expected for what is to be deemed such a tragedy." You mustered an awkward smile. "Why would you bring me here?" You asked, now more curious than confused.

He looked over at you then back at his feet, bringing his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them, like he was trying to shield himself from an invisible force.

"Well, ya know....I-I trust you a-and...I-I figured since, ya know, we've been together so long now...that maybe you'd wanna see the place most special to me..."

His slight stammering made a twinge of pity go through your heart but you quickly pushed it away. He didn't need pity right now. He needed support. This place had to be a bit of a touchy subject for him, considering its literally where he first landed when he was casted out from Heaven. You doubted it had many good memories attached to it.

"Most special?" You questioned. That did not make much sense in your mind.

"Yes. I feel like, in a way, my falling was another chance gifted to me. I mean, hey," He chuckled and his normal sparky attitude began shining through once again. "I'm King of Hell, am I not? I think I got a pretty good rep going." He puffed out his chest playfully, glancing over at you.

You laughed softly and leaned over to gently kiss his cheek. His already rosy cheeks amplified in color.

"That's one way to see it. I appreciate you showing me this place, Luci. You being vulnerable enough with me to tell me more about yourself and what's happened to you...I know it must be hard. This place sure is beautiful though." You smiled, looking upwards at the tree from underneath it, then back to him, a smirk replacing the smile.

"Do you think your fall is what caused it to grow with such vigor and beauty? Your fall is probably what birthed the tree, made it so beautiful and prosperous."

Lucifer blushed and waved a dismissive hand, biting his lip to fight his usual smile. This caused you to chuckle softly.

A soft, serene silence fell over the two of you. You could tell he was pondering your question just from the expression on his face. You hadn't expected him to actually try and answer it, if that's what he was planning on doing.

"...You really think so?"

His eyes were watery when he spoke again, as they turned their loyal gaze onto you. Just those words meant a lot to him and it showed, plain as day. He was rarely classified as a beautiful being. Not in Heaven and especially not by the living.

You smiled and nodded, slightly surprised by his reaction but going in full swing.

"I know so, Luci. There is no think about it. Someone with as beautiful a spirit as you is bound to spread that beauty. I have no doubt."

In the next second that followed your ceased speaking, Lucifer had flung himself on top of you. He sniffled as a few silent tears fell down his cheeks as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, peppering soft kisses there. One of his hands held you close to him whilst the other carded gently through your hair, tangling the loose blossoms into the strands even further. He lifted his head to look at you, big watery eyes filled with so much affection; so much love for you it was insane.

Hellens, just the way he looked at you. Like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever yet to lay his eyes on. Like he was a dying man and you a fresh drink of water. Like the one ray of sunshine on a rainy day. Like you were a goddess.

But not just any goddess.

His.

His goddess.

One of a kind.

Your hand gently came up to sprinkle some more of the pink and white colored cherry blossoms into his pale blonde hair that you had come to love so much. Pink really was a good fit for him, you thought.

"I love you..." He whispered softly, sniffling. "So..so much. More than you'd ever be able to understand."

You smiled and let your lips meet in a gentle kiss, before parting once again so you could speak.

"I love you too, Luci. But I think you already know how much."

And it was true.

[ortegavi]

MAMA’S BOY ━ pedri gonzález

↳ PAIRING pedri gonzález x fem!reader ↳ SUMMARY in which nilo prefers you over pedri ↳ GENRE fluff (0.6K words)

YOU KNEW THERE was something different before you even entered your apartment. You could hear your boyfriend’s loud voice from the other side of the door. Normally you’d assume Pedri was just playing FIFA, but if he was you knew he’d be yelling swears at the TV instead of speaking excitedly, like he currently was.

You unlocked the door and curiously stepped inside, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion even more when Pedri didn’t immediately rush to the door the moment you entered. You could still hear his voice coming from inside your bedroom. “See, she’s here, you’ll love her, Nilo—wait, Nilo!”

You heard footsteps barreling down the hall and into the living room, but instead of your boyfriend, it was a black lightning streak darting towards you and circling around your legs. Then the black streak looked up at you with the most adorable dark eyes you’d ever seen, and let out an excited, “Woof!”

“You got a puppy?!” you giggled as Pedri came running after the puppy a moment later. You bent down to pick up the still-barking puppy and then stood up, cradling him in your arms like a newborn child. He let out a happy yip in your embrace.

“Sí, isn’t he cute?” Pedri grinned as you gently rocked him. “I called him Nilo, what do you think?”

“Suits him,” you nodded, then set the Labrador into Pedri’s arms—or, at least, tried to. As soon as he realized he was being moved, he let out a loud whine, and when he was safely deposited into your boyfriend’s hold, Nilo swiped at the air with his paws and looked at you with (literal) puppy eyes.

“What? Don’t you like me?” Pedri asked, sounding highly offended as Nilo barked out what almost sounded like a no in dog language. You laughed as the puppy tried to jump out of Pedri’s arms until he finally set him down—and of course, Nilo ran to your feet the moment he was free.

“Looks like Nilo has a preference,” you grinned cheekily.

“It’s probably just because he only met you today, but he’s already known me since yesterday. Right, boy?” Pedri held out his hand for Nilo to sniff, but he only barked and looked up at you with his tongue lolling out of his mouth happily.

Unfortunately for Pedri, Nilo seemed to have completely forgotten about him and latched onto you instead, following you at every possible moment. More than once, you had woken up to a black Labrador cuddled up against you instead of your boyfriend. He began to jokingly complain that his girlfriend was being stolen from him, and you just grinned and said that Nilo was a handsome dog anyways (which only fueled Pedri to become much more affectionate with you and to throw all his money into collecting dog toys).

“See, he loves us equally,” your boyfriend was finally able to proclaim. After weeks of spoiling Nilo with different varieties of dog treats and toys, the puppy had finally allowed Pedri to hug him without trying to squirm away from his grasp. You had literally gotten the same result and more the moment you had met the Lab, but Pedri’s grin was too bright for you to ruin the moment with that fact.

So instead, you sat down across from him. “But you do love me and him equally, right?”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” Pedri paused, pretending to think. “He is a pretty handsome dog anyways.”

You gasped in offense as he used your exact own words against you, and did it with that cheeky smile too. “But can he do this?” you asked, leaning over where Nilo was in his lap to kiss Pedri soundly.

“...no, I suppose he can’t.”

↳ AUTHOR’S NOTE guess who made a comeback to writing 🤭

[poppystripe]

URGENT HELP NEEDED TO GET MYSELF AND MY PARTNER OUT OF OUR TOXIC HOUSEHOLDS

I only ever made a post for a fursuit that is already taken but I’m in a pretty desperate situation and I hate to be begging for help but things are getting bad.

For those who don’t know, my name is Alex, I’m a 23 year old trans and latine vet tech student. I am currently working as a receptionist at a vet hospital, but I am still studying for my technician license. I was unemployed from February to June, I was let go because my last job was so traumatizing I had to be driven to the ER due to suicidal ideation, and my manager was not cooperating with my mental health needs. Due to being unemployed for those months I basically have no funds in savings. And now, in the start of July (of course on my birthday) I had to have a $890 car repair, and then towards the end (July 27th) I had gotten into an accident that took $2,000 to repair, and I am also attending weekly physical therapy sessions to manage the pain from that accident (I also have a concussion to top that off).

In addition to this all, I am quickly losing any support I had from my family. While I am lucky enough to still be housed by my parents, they have been extremely damaging to my mental health. My therapist has told me she considers them to be emotionally abusive, as do my friends. My parents are manipulative and guilt-tripping at their best and it’s getting to the point that I no longer feel safe in my own home. Despite dealing with anxiety my whole life, I did not start to have full blown panic attacks where I could not breathe until the last 2 months, and on all occasions they have been caused by my parents. My partner is also living in a very toxic home environment, and we are both looking into getting our own apartment potentially with roommates to cut down on rent costs.

As a result I am selling two of my full partial fursuits, I have commissions open on Ko-fi, and if you do have any inquires or questions you are more than welcome to DM me. I am really trying to get out of this environment and have all my debt paid as soon as possible, so any shares are greatly appreciated.

[iloveoldermen-posts]

Pen-pals

Warnings: only the hapter to start things going and to set the vibe, part one of at least 10, i have not proof read ୨୧

Chapter 1 – Greetings.

He was forced into it, no way in hell would he ever do it on his own. But his also forced councillor thought it would help him to have connections to the outside world and ensured him that if it didn’t work out within two months, he could stop trying and never do it again. But he couldn’t tell her that or it would be ‘cheating.’

Which would probably deter people but as a chronic people-pleaser, I just couldn’t let that run. So, I tried my absolute hardest to fill my letters with copious amounts of joy so that there’s no way he couldn’t write back.

January 13th

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Dear ‘Ghost’,

I was only told your call-sign to ensure maximum confidentiality – rules right. They told me that you were the only one who could tell me your real name so if you ever feel comfortable enough, I will happily learn all about you!

Here is some information about me; my name is Y/N, I am always helping people out for work (quite interesting if I do say so myself), I love to bake in my free time and my favourite time of the year is autumn (I just LOVE the mix of weather).

I always add some questions to these letters.

Why is your call-sign Ghost?

What’s your favourite thing to do when you aren’t deployed?

And finally, a simple one – what’s your favourite colour?

From,

       Y/N.

P.S I was told you would probably take around a week – two to respond so don’t feel rushed to write back, I know how taxing your job tends to be :)

January 29th

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Dear Ghost,     

I hope you are doing well, I’m not sure if you received the letter I sent as you haven’t replied so I’m trying again just to make sure. My name is Y/N and I have a black Labrador that I love so much. 

I have a hectic work schedule and I am always flying all over the world to help people. So I won’t always be able to write to you consistently. I hope that’s okay!

Instead of questions, I thought I would tell a little joke;

What do you call a shipment full of military-issued T-Rexes?  SMALL ARMS. 

:) hope you enjoyed that one because there are way more to come.

From

 Y/N.

February 13th

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Dear ‘Ghost’,

This will be the last letter I am writing to you as I believe someone could get through to you, it just won’t be me. So, I have requested to be swapped buddies. 

I think it might be someone who’s in your unit, I think his name is John or Johnny – something like that. And I’m told I will be a better suit to them and their personalities.

So I hope you stay safe and are able to speak with someone who you can let your guard down too; even though they will never be as funny as me. Teehee :)

From

Y/N.

I’m quite sad that it didn’t work out as I thought we could have both benefited from it, but you know what they say – it is what it is. And at the end of the day, he needs someone he can truly feel comfortable talking to and I never did get to know him so it doesn’t affect me much in those terms. Even if a month was wasted by waiting for a never-to-arrive letter. Well the true term would be never-to-be-write-or-sent but we digress.

The birds hum a beautiful harmony as I post the final letter through the poorly painted post-box on the end of my road. As I turn to leave, the clouds above me start weeping uncontrollably at my departure.

I’ve never been one for signs but that can’t have been a coincidence.

My asks are currently open so get the requests in, and check out my masterlist.

They first two chapters will be mostly letters and then will move to texts and irl interactions - at least I plan...

[allbeendonebefore]

IAMP Characters

A long overdue reference list for tumblr for ctcsherry's provinces and territories, around which we based the YouTube I Am Matthewian Project (2009-2013) and which subsequently inspired @project-canada (2013-2017).

Please note: not all the characters received human names while the project was active. Please see my post on human name explanations (and the notes for a couple of characters I missed), I have included the fanon names that I am aware of.)

While I did not create these characters, I was part of the cast/crew of IAMP from the fall of 2009 until the end, so I'm happy to clarify whatever I (or anyone else who was around!) can remember or dig up. I also just want everyone to keep in mind that the Hetalia fandom was a very different place in 2009, and a lot of characterizations do rely on tongue-in-cheek stereotypes. They have been interpreted a lot over the past 15+ years by different people. Take it with a grain of salt!

Rather than link to the IAMP wiki, which has been edited by non-cast/crew members and thus has dubious or non-canon information, I'll link to Sherry's (ctcsherry) original bios for each province. While the 2009 LJ post in Hetanada still exists, the images are not retrievable from there even with the WayBack machine.

Alberta - Ralph Campbell (172cm - 5'8")

British Columbia - Victoria "Van" Cheung (160cm - 5'3")

Manitoba - [ see above post ] (168cm - 5'6")

New Brunswick - Marie McCain (170cm - 5'7")

Newfoundland (and Labrador) - Benjamin O'Reilly (178cm - 5'10" as an adult)

Northwest Territories - [ see above post ]

Nova Scotia - Joel McKenzie (178 cm - 5'10")

Nunavut - Nanook Puqiqnak (~70cm - 2'4")

Ontario - Oliver Stanley (173 cm - 5'8")

Prince Edward Island - Annie Montgomery (145cm - 4'9")

Quebec - Jean Tremblay (175cm - 5'9")

Saskatchewan - [ see above post ] (176cm - 5'9")

Yukon - Kate Sahneuti (158cm - 5'2")

Some other bits:

I don't know if Sherry's height chart still exists anywhere online currently, but I'll put it here for reference as well.

[scotianostra]

Fife Coastal Path, St Monans to Pitemween.

Quite an intersting stretch, steeped in history, among these pics are the remains of the salt works. In the late 1700,s, after wool and fish, salt was Scotland's third biggest export, and the Fife coast was the main source of the product. Further west, at Dysart, Pan Ha' bears the name of the industry, Panning being the method used so the name came from the many salt pans that once lay nearby.

Further east on the coastal path evidence remains of the Salt Pans at St Monans, along here there is a new company, founded in 2019, that still exports salt, The Eat Neuk Salt company. Using a combination of traditional and modern methods, ENSC creates 100% organically hand-harvested Scottish sea salt flakes using the finest Grade A waters sourced from the coast of the East Neuk in Fife.

Back in the day most coastal communities that had access to coal were involved in the industry: coal was needed to heat the evaporation pans where water from the sea was boiled into sea salt. The windmill at St Monans—the last remaining windmill in Fife—was used to pump sea water into the salt pans, which were then heated by local coal.

Also in this part of the walk we have St Monans outdoor tidal pool. Hewn out of the rocky coast, the pool is ringed by man-made walls and access points which naturally replenish with a fresh cascade of seawater. The pool is no longer maintained , as a warning signs tells us, and bathers are warned they use the pool at their own risk. While I was there a golden labrador/retrriever called Ruby was enjoying the waters.

Above this point is St Monans Windmill, the interior of which is currently closed until further notice., so I didn't bother climbing the hill to inspect it further. This windmill dates from 1772 when, as I mentioned earlier, was constructed as part of a salt panning enterprise. This entailed extraction of salt from seawater, a business established by Sir John Anstruther. At this time salt was a valuable commodity used for food preservation when refrigeration did not exist.

[greater-than-the-sword]

One of the funniest things I saw at my current place of work was a labrador retriever named Pit Bull